When I first heard of the mystical caves of Ra Paulette I became enamored. My heart was full of a desire to be in one. Not as a curious tourist but as a medicine woman. How a city girl would find her way to a cave in rural Northern New Mexico was beyond me. I offered my wish to Spirit. If it was to be the way would open.
My pilgrimage began with a friend request on facebook, the modern day version of sending smoke signals.
Shortly thereafter I was coursing along Rio Embudo, my little Honda traversing the rough terrain like a 4 wheeler (well more like the little engine that could).
One of Ra’s mystical creations sits on Scott’s property. Scott’s generous heart created an immediate kinship as I arrived at his home for our first meeting to create ceremony.
The short trek from the house to the cave’s entrance was guided by Lou and Ruxton, two of the friendliest gatekeepers.
One thing I learned as a child is you never show up at someone’s home empty-handed. The same is true of someone’s cave.
Offerings were made in gratitude for the grace that guided me here.
A dreamcatcher was hung at the doorway to capture the wishes of all souls in need.
After entering the cave, a short walkway beguiles the majesty that lies beyond.
The space is holy, sacred. You are immediately humbled. What else can one do in the face of God?
The hand sculpted cathedral hidden deep within Pachamama is at once earthly and ethereal.
Slowly, reverently I make my way through. It is the only way to walk here. Every step on our Mother should be so hallowed.
Stairs spiral to a balcony surrounding the heart of this soaring space.
Seats are built into earth as meditative respites. Shrines are hand chiseled into stone. Nooks lay like little wombs waiting to hold you.
Words alone cannot describe. Awe perhaps? That pales in this palace. Words fall away.
I did take pictures but other than the ones here they are not worth sharing. The space cannot be captured that way. It must be felt to be known.
My desire for ceremony began with a love filled intent, the source of any creation.
And this ceremony has begun.
It is a practice in trust, informed by our Mother and this divine infused human creation.
There is not much “doing”. The space itself transforms.
It provokes our deepest listening.
It awakens our deepest silence.
It allows us to be held in an infinite well of Mother Love. A womb that has the power to hold all of human suffering.
This vessel is a mirror of our vessel, holy and sacred.
We are reminded of the humbleness of our power.
Our luminous body is re-informed by the Great Mother who wants us to know we are of her.
We are infinite love, infinite creation, infinite mystery, infinite wisdom.
It is time to remember.
The invitation to ceremony is open. I offer this so the seed may be planted.
It is born from your intent.
CaveDigger, nominated for an Academy Award, is the short documentary that tells the story of Ra Paulette and his mystical cave creations.
Watch the trailer for a glimpse into a world divine.