Most recently, after completing and submitting my book manuscript, I reorganized my entire office, which bled out into the hallway, stair well and temple space. Art on the walls had to be rearranged. Colors had to be altered. Coziness had to be amped up. Ceremony had to be performed. The flow of energy had to be rerouted.
We mere mortals don’t come into this world fully formed and complete. Our entry into the living field is a journey, a process. Consciously or unconsciously, we spend our lives in a movement of manifestation as we progress toward some known or unknown identity, role, or expression of Self.
Sacred relationship. Two simple words that can have a profound and transformational impact on life when applied in the proper manner. Sacred relationship is an essential ingredient in order to create and sustain a stable and more harmonious way of living, which is what we all desire. The foundational piece to creating and making holy this interrelated way of being is …
The other day I went to visit a newborn apacheta built this summer solstice on my regional apu, King Mountain. I had an important ceremony coming up and wanted to ensure the apacheta was still present.
Previously, I wrote about the Ukhupacha (the Lower World) and the Kaypacha (the Middle World) in conjunction with teaching the corresponding weekends of the Pachakuti Mesa Apprenticeship Series. I recently co-taught the third weekend of the Apprenticeship series with my wife, Autumn. After delving into the other two worlds, we finally explore the Hanaqpacha.
There are numerous “themes” a shamanic adept encounters in embracing the shamanic lifestyle. One of the most intense and challenging is the death and rebirth mysteries.
All journeys are unique when death comes calling. Grieving is individual and universal. One’s journey with death and grief is as distinct as a fingerprint, no two alike, yet the experience unites us like all the fingers of a hand.
The most difficult of strife and struggles that occur in our lives often bear the greatest fruits, if we are wise enough to see with the eyes of Love. A vast treasure awaits the seeker who is ready and available to trust and sink into the Mystery.
What is it that you bring? Who do you see in the mirror each morning?
The magnificent journey that we take in life as a human being can be heartbreakingly painful and beautiful at the same time and a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting time that we have on this Earth. But it also reveals to us the sweetness and perfection of our Soul…
The Pachakuti Mesa altar ground is many things. Among them, it is map and mirror, clock and compass. My mesa has become my constant travel guide as I journey through this life. Growing up submerged in a society that pathologically prizes constant production and…
Human beings have been drawn to sacred places on this lovely Earth for generations. To make a journey to where the soul calls is a deep-rooted tradition still followed by many. These places of raw power remind us…
In traditional shamanic cultures, shamans were selected in specific ways, often through a near-death experience, such as an illness, lightning strike or animal attack. They were chosen by Spirit and called into service. Sometimes they went willingly, sometimes grudgingly. Nonetheless, the path to becoming a shaman was distinct and narrow.
Since I began my journey with the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition, I have been studying more and more about the traditional healers of Peru. As a yoga practitioner and instructor, I am drawn to the information that cultures around the world hold regarding the human energy…
One simple gesture, the K’intu – enough, nothing and everything. I am a prayer walker in this world and in all worlds offering a simple K’intu, speaking from my heart as an invitation to unite all that I love. I’m walking a beautyway path of service to all…
“Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence
I have always loved collecting beautiful objects and infusing them with special meaning. Long before I knew I was a shamanic being, as a child I had a crocheted draw-string bag (remember those from the 70’s?) that held all of my special amulets and trinkets.
As daughters and sons of Pachamama, our birthright is a marvel, and it is ours for the claiming. We can live upon planet as radiant wonders of loving beauty and do so in peaceful balance with All Our Relations. Our walk in life can be a dance of magic and mystery…
