I warn you, whoever you are, Oh! You who want to probe the arcana of nature, that if you do not find within yourself that which you are looking for, you shall not find it outside either! If you ignore the excellences of your own house, how do you pretend…
Previously, I wrote about the Ukhupacha (the Lower World) in conjunction with teaching the first weekend of the Pachakuti Mesa Apprenticeship Series. So, as the second weekend of teaching came up – A Balance of Power (Transforming the Present) – I found…
Most anything can be medicine or poison, depending on relationship and respect. I have known sweetness primarily as poison or as vessel to it. My mesa work has called me into new relationship with sweetness as medicine, slowly imbuing me with its gifts and…
I was inspired by a non-linear, matter of fact series of events to enact a ritualized death mask ceremony. On the full moon of early November 2017, eight people came together over a weekend to do just that, and Faced Compassion. “Love and compassion are…
It has been suggested to me that if I want something powerfully transformational to be gifted into reality, that I need to make my desire known to the unseen world and then get out of the way so the powers may manifest as they will.
Om Klim Kalika yei Namaha… I chanted it again and again over an impromptu fire lit in a tin in the back yard. Fueled by the first coffee I’d consumed in years and all the anger it took to break the floodgate of feelings I hadn’t known were in me, the mantra rumbled…
Pa…cha…ma…a…ma…
You just naturally want to complete the rest of it, don’t you?
As we begin to take the steps to understanding deeply the people we come from, and the stories of our ancestors, we can begin the deeper journey into shifting our perception of who we are now. One thing that really drew me initially to the Pachakuti Mesa…
As I pause and listen to the heart and presence of our Pachakuti Mesa Tradition community, I am amazed by the co-creative influences of self, spirit, and soul.
In the deeply angled sunlight of an Autumn afternoon, two farmers wearing overalls and baseball caps hang by their necks from an old oak tree at the crossroads where we turn to reach the campground. They’re dummies of course, it’s close to Halloween; I try to be amused, pondering this peculiarly American holiday, a time when Shadow is allowed out to play. “It’s healthy”, I think, “an opportunity to laugh in the face of what’s loathsome.” It’s a skill, I conclude, I lack.
“You really like the dark, don’t you?” one of the recent participants of the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition Apprenticeship series asked me, as I turned out the lights. My beloved Autumn and I were teaching the first of the five-part weekend intensive series, The Call to Heal…
As an aspiring adept, I was moved to write this article out of a desire to be honest about an intense personal struggle that stirs a sense of inadequacy. In the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition of Cross Cultural Shamanism, one’s vista plays a crucial role …
It has been one year since I first chanted the directions and breathed into my new altar the intention to walk as a mesa carrier in the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition. Two years since I was Reiki attuned. Three since I first experienced energy healing and shamanic…
I touch the hallowed cup of the Divine Feminine principle to my lips and drink deeply, tasting the verdant, lush, earthiness and taking it deep within my body. I sit and wait, patiently, anticipating my Soul’s lessons…
In PMT training we are taught our mesa is a reflection of us. It is a physical representation of the non-physical world. It is a living organism. Not only does it reveal our unique individuality, but it reflects our energies, patterns, and beliefs; it provides guidance and presents us with indications of things occurring on a subconscious level.
Three years ago, we in the Heartland Ayllu – the local Kansas City community of the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition – decided to start our own tradition. It is common practice within an ayllu to hold community Link Up ceremonies on Wednesday nights, often once a…
Dancing in the Dark, I’ve been firming up, digging deep into what lies below. The threads that weave this journey are dark blues, purples and deep red – the color of congealed blood. It’s a moody hue, but it’s flecked with glittering threads and mirrors too.
