Heirosgamos. Involution and Evolution. Heart of the Earth and Heart of the Sky. Oversoul Chakras. The Ascent and Descent of Kundalini… OH! There are so many thoughts and concepts and principles swirling around– they’re all dancing. They weave a beautiful design together; it’s hard...
An Ayahuasca vine growing without the support of a tree is wild and chaotic, spreading all over the ground. In regarding the curling and undulating tangle of vine, one can clearly see that she is searching, almost desperately, for that anchor– The World Tree...
So, let us return to the question… How is it that plant dietas–and not ceremony itself– are the main practice of the shamanic apprentice and primary means to developing capacity to pour Medicine? Let me begin at the beginning. Our root lineage in the...
I’m sitting just yards away from the ocean in the gulf coast of Mississippi. Dawn is just breaking through the mist that hangs in the air and rays of light splay through the branches of the massive and majestic live oak trees surrounding me....
I was sitting down with a friend for coffee– we were reviewing our respective years together– 2024. I expressed to her that in the past two years I have had both the most brutal and savage experiences and the most beautiful and magical experiences...
I find that few people realize exactly how much plant material is required for even one ounce of sacrament. I really didn’t know either— not fully. Not until I starting cooking myself. It’s shocking. It’s shocking how much energy from so many different...
Metamorphosis is perhaps the most challenging transformation in nature. The once ravenous caterpillar who has known no other instinct than to eat, loses its appetite. Some novel, quiet feeling inside makes it seek a calm, hidden place to spin a chrysalis. Once inside, a...
It’s such an interesting moment when one first becomes conscious but hasn’t yet opened the eyes. The vibrations and the shape of space permeate awareness before even the first thought arises. The “I AM” part that’s always witnessing, just absorbing the sounds and at...
(Part 2) My eyes are swimming in the luscious fruit bowl… a soul could get lost in there and forget the meaning of regret- as well as the “meaning” of anything else. I pierce the mango with my fork and lift it to my...
(Part one) I’m on my back, gazing at the ceiling of the Maloca through half closed eyes. Shambhavi mudra- that face that’s familiar to meditators and other contented explorers of altered states. Eyes half closed- half in, half out– fully present. The roof of...
