“You are the sky.
Everything else –
it’s just the weather.”
Posted in Ceremony, Ritual, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, ayni, ceremony, despacho, intention, karen chrappa, Mother Earth, new moon, pachamama, prayers, rose petals on November 3, 2013 | 8 Comments »
We are opening up
in sweet surrender
to the Luminous Love Light of the ONE.
Laying in a bed of healing dirt from Chimayo,
our intentions are held by our Divine Mother, Pachamama,
who manifests in form as our Earth Mother.
Our form returns to her.
We are ONE with our Mother.
Help us Creator to understand the Laws of Nature
so we may come to know our true Nature.
Lizard holds what is ready to die so we break free from what binds us.
A sunflower at the end of its life cycle found while running in Santa Fe
reminds us of the cycles of birth, death and rebirth.
Help us Creator to surrender to these cycles within us,
to trust and honor Death
so we may be reborn.
A shell holds seeds of a sunflower,
the symbolic seeds of our own awakening.
Prayers are blown inot kintus placed
in the four directions for balance.
White rose petals hold the purity of our prayers
and honors the wisdom of the Apus and the Light above.
Red rose petals honor Pachamama
and weaves our bellies more deeply
to the belly of Pachamama.
May our heartbeat be one with our Mother.
Yellow rose petals opens the channels of communication with Spirit
so we may deepen the trust in our intuition
and see through the eyes of our heart.
Sweet offerings feed our prayers.
So excited was I to see cotton growing alongside the road
in Garfield, NM last week that
I stopped to take a picture
(this city girl is new to rural living!)
Thank you Pachamama
for the abundance of your gifts in ceremony.
As above, so below
as cotton grows from the ground
and appears in the sky above
in the Land of Enchantment.
This cotton covers our prayers and intentions
and represents the Upper World where dreams and visions are born.
A sunflower sits in the center as our
FULLY BLOSSOMED SELF,
also sitting as seeds below in the heart of our despacho.
Flower blesssings of red, white and yellow rose petals along with
sparkles, sprinkles, gold and silver sugars feed our dreams in the Upper World.
Our despacho is folded and tied up like a gift.
It is never too late to add a prayer or intention for
a forgotten prayer holder is tied outside to
hold our prayers through time and space.
It sits on my altar with my mesa
as it waits for the fire.
We are stardust,
We are golden,
We are billion year old carbon
And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Posted in Ceremony, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, ceremony, despacho, human-rights, intention, karen chrappa, Mother Earth, nature, pachamama, Peru, pine cones, prayers, spirituality, tibetan singing bowl on August 12, 2013 | 3 Comments »
I was deeply moved by the outpouring of prayers for our Earth Mother from hearts the world over, all in response to an invitation on facebook to Imagine A World.
Our Visioning Despacho was created on August 10th in honor of Pachamama Days which correlates to May 2014, a time of blooming and blossoming. The number 10 reflects unity and divinity and speaks to our intentions of visioning a new world. For these reasons, along with August 10th being my birthday, the day felt auspicious!
Despacho prayers and offerings are often placed in wrapping paper but as I travel I find myself drawn to maps to orient and anchor prayers to the land. Since our visioning despacho was a prayer for humanity, a map of the world was used.
Words from each prayer were written on violet paper, the color of creation. Healing, kindness, love, Oneness, humility, Consciousness, devotion, unity, peace, harmony, abundance. Each day as they sat on the altar, the Tibetan singing bowl rang over these words sending their vibrations straight to Creator on the current of sound. The words were then woven together to symbolize our interconnectedness before being placed in the center of our despacolho.
A mandala of whole nuts grown locally in New Mexico remind us of our wholeness, our holiness and the seed potential of each vision. Each prayer was spoken into a qintu made of three bay leaves and radiated out from our holy center. Ten pine cones surrounded our prayers as beacons of light to guide our visions to manifestation. Pine trees are one of the most ancient plants on the planet and our pineal gland, which is intimately linked to our perception of light, is shaped like and named after the pine cone.
Wildflowers from the desert, along with candies, sugar cookies, animal crackers, grains, incense, sprinkles, cocoa, sage and tobacco
were offered to feed our prayers and Pachamama.
A blanket of cotton quilt lay atop representing the Upper World. Feathers to lift our prayers to Creator and to honor the Apus, for the mountain spirits appear as winged ones, were placed in the center. Gold and silver sugar, sparkles and glitter, violet flowers of creation and colored candies fed our prayers to the invisible realms of Spirit so they may be made visible here on Earth. As above, so below.
Tibetan prayer flags were added to honor inclusivity in these times of dissolving borders that have been falsely erected between race, religion, gender, sexuality and a whole host of judgments that divide humanity. Once complete the Tibetan singing bowl once again sounded.
Wrapped in the world map, a forgotten prayer holder of wildflowers was tied to the outside. Prayers are held through time and space until visions have manifested. Under a night sky of gentle rain our despacho sat, a sure blessing in the desert.
Our despacho was buried in the belly of Pachamama in the deserts of New Mexico. The Earth was prepared with prayer and offerings of sweetgrass, herbs and dried flowers. It is here our visions sit with our Mother, taking root deep in her belly so they may blossom and bear fruit.
May she know how much we love her.
We thank you Pachamama,
for everything we have comes from you,
and it is to you we return.
We are sorry for the harm we have brought to you
through our ignorance and greed.
We love you.
We honor you.
We respect you.
Please forgive us,
your sons and daughters,
and help us Beloved Mother
to walk in a good way.
Posted in Ceremony, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, ceremony, despacho, earth mother, francois cheng, gratitude, humanity, karen chrappa, Mother Earth, pachamama, peace and joy, prayers, spirituality, vision, world of peace on August 11, 2013 | 2 Comments »
“Since we have become beings with language,
our mission as human beings is to be the speakers within the realm of living things.
We communicate and the world makes sense,
and we ourselves makes sense.”
It has been an honor to collect and read these prayers of love, beauty, kindness, peace, joy and harmony that sang from every heart. I know I was not able to literally capture every prayer as our visioning ceremony reached wide and far but I am deeply inspired by the outpouring of love and devotion for our Earth Mother through these Pachamama Days. There is a lot to read here but I offer this in the hope that you may feel the love I have felt as these prayers were posted. You may read them or scroll over and feel them. There is no doubt our world is changing, one heart at a time.
We are communicating.
And the world makes sense.
a world where kindness is repaid with kindness.
the songs of our hearts to our Mother create such a vibration that we can feel it in our beings around the world!
we are encouraged to nurture our innate gifts and talents so that everyone has a vital role in the community and none are lacking.
a peace where all forces of life, mineral, plant, animal and human’s alike will live and co-exist in harmony ‘striving to replenish the earth and one another so that we may all heal mind, body, emotional body and Spirit. May all sentient beings be free from harm. May each embrace one another as family and join forces to becOMe ONE again.
dance, dance, dance with me all around the healing tree. a world of peace, joy, and love. Each person caring for all things that live. Teaching and sharing respect and reverence for all life, for all souls, for the life of spirit.
Oneness, where everyone has their needs met consistently, where the weather is warm, the air, water and ground are clean and all people are kind. Then, with basic needs met without worry, humans can enjoy beauty, create from their souls, support the endeavors of others and live in a high vibration.
a world where every person chooses to live from love knowing that we are all one. one body, one mind, one heart, one soul at peace. cheers to the dance of life. follow your bliss & smile often!!!
healing from the injuries of man. gentle winds & cool waters to heal our Mother Earth. To hear the voices of birds & children alike to bless her as she heals within beams of sunlight & rest of moon glow to a healthier land in the morning sun.
May we all remember the Divine Presence within each of us. May we all affirm the truth of our Being. May we see the divinity in all of life around us, the winged creatures, the four-leggeds, the two-leggeds, the stones, and all the we stand on and breath. May love guide us in all our interactions
I add my prayer to all those above and to come. I imagine for this world the honouring of and living the wisdom of the child – from sunrise to sunset, through seasons and stages of Life – in harmony and humility with all other children of this our Mother – Pachamama.
for all people to honour the Oneness of all creation and to work creatively and cooperatively, with the wisdom of nature, to bring in the golden age.
a world where every living thing is honored and appreciated.
a world where all hunger and all war have been abolished.
a world Called By Love. My commitment and my Sacred Vow is to give the rest of my life to That. I Am Called By Love
a world where all walk side by side; all have clean water and nutritious food; a work to do that allows them the ability to care for loved ones; a safe dwelling to sleep at night; a world that is working for all, with none excluded, and all included.
that we come to respect life in all it’s forms and feel the great power of love and peace and contentment joined under one common good – be kind to one another.
a world connected in interspecies communication,with all Ancestral Beings rejoicing in this
a world in brotherhood and in harmony with nature.
a world where respect and gratitude to Pachamama are expressed in the actions of the humans that live upon her. Everyday. All the time.
a world where we respect and honor your beauty and bounty. We walk softly on the earth. We drink from your clean waters. We eat from your garden nurtured by the sun. We replenish your soil with vital nutrients we give back in compost. I dream we power our modern world with the power of pachamama energy. Let it be dreamed. Let it be so.
balance restored to Pachamama. For all our relations, stone,trees,plants, and animals. For humans to stop hurting life and live with love and respect for all life. We are all connected
My prayer to the Rogue River in my back yard, as I touch you and love you and thank you, I ask for your forgiveness. I am sorry that I forgot. Please take this prayer of love in every direction for Mother Earth and Father Sky
a world where value is placed on what is on the inside of people and not the outside. Where there is balance and respect for all life. Animal, plant and human and the earth.
a world where all beauty and peace are restored and everyone has “enough”. Food, health care, love, shelter, compassion, health, and happiness.
a world where all creatures are happy, content, & fulfilled. May all be healed & whole. May all seek the light, may there be peace on earth & thru out the entire universe. Om mani padme hung.
a world in which the web of life and the interconnectedness of All is acknowledged, respected and celebrated. I pray for peace, healing, abundance and wholeness for all.
a world where all beings know their true beauty self and live in joy with all others. Singing and dancing in joy with each other.
a world of peace, where all people are equal, where all can have access to the health care needed, the food they need to be healthy. A world where everyone has affordable housing, and decent education for their children. Where all beasts are treated with honor, and the plants of the world can grow as they are meant to.
a world in peace and freedom. A world with plenty joy,where everybody take care for all beings and take responsibility in deep munay and connection with mother Earth. Where everybody is protected.
PachaMama I pray for you to be loved by each and everyone of us who walk on you. I pray for a uniting of our spirits with yours, and we all wake up and remember and love you sooo much!
a world where we greet Pachamama with respect, love & ayni – each and every morning as we rise.
peace and love in the world with no borders and food and water for everybody.
Munay Urpishay Songqoy
a world where we can truly be ourselves. Were we find our own happiness and follow our own dreams instead of the happiness and dreams of others. That we learn at school how to listen to ourself and that we are just a part of a whole thing. That we respect our earth and animals, the oceans we need it all in balance., love to all
all relations be in harmony, be in peace, be full of love and light, blessings and abundance given and received..
a world where people may live to their best and fullest authentic selves without fear, where everyone and everything has exactly what it needs, where community is good and strong and giving and benefits all, where all two leggeds strike a chord of harmony, respect, and alignment with all beings and creation around them, that we can find our interconnectedness, worth, and harmony.
a world where compassion and love are actually respected as the highest virtues by which we live. A world where co-operation and community are the way & unit of government and diversity is celebrated and desired.
where we realize that each of us has common feelings of family, home, health and happiness. that we are more the same than different
a world with all his beings interconnected on paradise earth in harmony as ‘One’
I sing every morning for the Earth and all life, a spontaneous song of the vowel sounds, no need to remember words etc. I sing for the one heart in everything May our songs and heart prayers birth this beautiful energy May All Beings be happy!
a world where everyone lives by the heart. That we all walk in gratitude for all the gifts we have access to. That we all show Pachamama the respect and honor she deserves. That we honor the trees, the animals, the stones, plants and all living things. That all people understand that we are all ONE. Where we live in peace and harmony and have access to healthy food and water. That we wisely use all the wisdom of the earth and the universe. That we live in Deep Munay
a world where everyone treats people, animals, the land, lakes, rivers and oceans with respect and care.
a world of respect, love and compassion for all. I imagine humans having access to all types of healthcare to include alternative and paid by insurance. I imagine a world of awakened people living to serve all.
PACHAMAMA, MADRE TIERRA, MIRÁ LO QUE TE HACEMOS TUS HIJOS…TE DESHOIMOS..TE LASTIMAMOS, TE SACAMOS DE LA ARMONÍA EN EL UNIVERSO…PERO IGUAL NOS AMAS
Peace in the world and unconditional love to Our Pachamama
a world where we are in harmony with the cycles of Mother Earth and the Cosmos. A world where we are living, breathing and seeing from an awakened heart and joyously sharing our gifts with others.
I pray for our waters. I pray for the clean, clear, life force to be present and unadulterated in waters around the world and available to, loved by, and used for blessed nourishment by me, my community, people like us around the world, farmers and farm communities, urbanites and ruralites alike, and all the creatures and plants.
May all beings tread lightly on our Mother with great respect and compassion. May the light of the sun and moon fill us with peace and healing. Let us recognize our connection to each other and to all that is…Namaste
the end of suffering for all beings. answered prayers for everyone .
Posted in Ceremony, Ritual, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, beloved mother, ceremony, collective prayer, despacho, dreaming the world, earth mother, Empowerment Camp, feathered pipe ranch, karen chrappa, Mother Earth, pachamama, Pachamama Days, Peru, prayers, shamans, spirituality on August 2, 2013 | 7 Comments »
The shamans of the high Andes dedicate the first twelve days of August to honoring Pachamama and dreaming the world into being for the year ahead, a time known as Pachamama Days in Peru. The 1st of August represents August 2014, the 2nd, September 2014 and so on, with the 12th being July 2014. Days are filled with people offering despachos to Pachamama, sweets and flowers in gratitude for her gifts of harvest as they prepare the soils for the next seeds.
Even if we are not in Peru we can use these energies to connect more deeply to Mother Earth and be mindful of what we are creating. Can we listen more deeply to what needs tending? What needs clearing?
Spend time each day in meditation, contemplation. Journal. Create intention. Make offerings to the Earth, to the waters. Be mindful of spending time in nature. What arises by listening, by turning in?
Inspired by the Pachamama Days of Peru, let us imagine a world.
I invite you to write below what you imagine a world to be. Let us create a collective prayer to offer in ceremony. Your prayers will be written on violet paper, the color of creation, and added to a despacho that I will create and share later in the Pachamama days.
I imagine a world where each day we greet Pachamama with a song, a song that rises from our love for our Mother Earth, a song that sings our gratitude to her.
How would the vibration of our world change if each and every soul sang the song of their heart? It is through imagining we create a new world.
May we open our ceremony with a song to our Beloved Mother. This song was birthed by Tracey St. John at Empowerment Camp on June 20th at Feathered Pipe Ranch this summer. I have not stopped singing it since. Click on the picture below to hear the song and sing along!
Photo by Anne Jablonski
I bow in gratitude for adding your voice,
your prayer to our collective vision.
May generations to come be able to look back
and say thank you for what we are creating today.
We offer our collective hearts to Spirit.
We let go of the attachment of how our visions and dreams
will manifest in the kaypacha.
We cultivate trust in the divine order.
We surrender to the great mystery
so we are no longer guided by the voices of fear,
the limiting belief systems
and old paradigms that have laid false imprints in our minds.
We deepen our connection to Nature
and open the channels to Spirit
as we fearlessly step into the guidance
that is so willingly offered to us.
Posted in Ceremony, Ritual, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, ancestors, ceremony, Cherokee, despacho, karen chrappa, Mother Earth, nature, spirituality, Trail of Tears on July 23, 2013 | 8 Comments »
Arriving a week before ceremony gave me time to become more intimate with land that was unfamiliar to me. On one of our first outdoor ventures animal bones were found lying near a pond. I knew right away they would be part of our despacho and were placed on our altar.
In Peru, prayers are offered to the despacho in a kintu made by blowing intentions into three coca leaves. With no coca leaves available in North America finding a kintu before ceremony was important. Along a trail in Skidaway State Park we discovered Georgia’s state flower, the Cherokee Rose. Its leaves are similar in size and shape to the coca leaf. How beautiful to have the Flower of Love hold our prayers.
My infatuation with the rose seemed to cloud my memory to the plethora of thorns that protect its beauty. Harvesting and preparing a hundred or more leaves for ceremony was a painstaking ritual not without some blood being shed. The Cherokee Rose held another story, the Trail of Tears. A story of ancestors waiting to be told.
The last the ancestors would speak before ceremony was through scorching hot sand leaving my feet full of blisters.
This ceremony was working in ways I did not fully understand from my stinging hands to my burning feet. Never before had the ancestors spoke so loudly.
I confess my ignorance to the Trail of Tears. I wanted to know more of the story behind the Cherokee Rose. What I came to learn left me humbled in tears.
The Cherokee had lived in western Georgia for generations. In the early fall of 1838 the United States Army began the invasion of the Cherokee Nation through a ratification of the “Indian Removal Act”. Driven from their homes with little food or provisions, the Cherokee were forced to march a thousand miles to Oklahoma, arriving during one of the most brutal winters in the state’s history. Four thousand people were reported to have died on that journey.
The blisters on my feet were nothing compared to the journey of a thousand miles the Cherokee nation took that year. Whatever pain or suffering I may have known pales in comparison to the suffering of those who have come before me. The ancestor speak in ceremony was an opportunity to honor the pain and suffering of the footsteps walked before we have come.
To honor offers healing. To honor allows us to stand in gratitude for the privileges we are graced with. Privilege born of the pain and blood of those that have come before.
This ceremony was a walk in humility. A walk of respect to the calling of our ancestors. A bow in gratitude to all who have suffered and paved the way for our footsteps to follow. May we never forget the walk of our ancestors.
Posted in Ceremony, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, ceremony, despacho, Feathaered Pipe Ranch, karen chrappa, lullaby, Mother Earth, pachamama, Peru, prayer song, prayers, shamans, spirituality on July 10, 2013 | 5 Comments »
We prayed our way to the meadow as shamans of the high Andes; blowing our prayers into aspen leaves at Feathered Pipe Ranch in Montana. Sitting in silence with Pachamama we waited for her wisdom to speak through us. An echo sparked a spontaneous toning, our voices reverberating with Creation.
The echo amplified throughout our week at Empowerment Camp. Drumming and rattling at every ceremony awakened each voice to discover sounds never before heard.
Our last day was full in ceremony. My morning began picking baby aspen leaves that had fallen in the labyrinth for our despacho later that afternoon. I brought them into the lodge where Tracey St. John was practicing yoga. I pulled out my sheepskin and joined her in silence. Each of us following our unique rhythm of breath, waking energy with moving muscles and vibrating sounds.
As Tracey finished I listened in awe as this lullaby to the Mother was birthed. A flow of grace moved through her that morning as a gift to the world. This song opened our Despacho ceremony that day and I have not stopped singing it since.
May this song be shared, especially with our Earth Mother.
She loves it when we sing to her.
EARTH MOTHER PRAYER SONG
(Click on the link above to listen to the song)
Dear Earth Mother come to me
Allow me in thy prayers.
May this moment speak to me.
Allow me to prepare.
Come Dear Mother be with me,
The sweat that we partake.
All who enter in your womb
Seek within your grace.
Hold this Earth,
The mountains at your feet.
The lake behind us sources us,
The trees keep company.
In this mix may we partake
And taste of your sweet space.
Divinity will come through us,
Today we can embrace.
See as far as you see,
Hear as far as you hear.
Be as far as we can hold
And laugh and sweat and eat.
Birthed June 20, 2013 by Tracey St. John during the Empowerment Camp at Feathered Pipe Ranch
And a huge thank you to Abhita Austin of Hidden Chapel Studios who did a magical sound edit job with a recording from my iphone!
Posted in Ceremony, Ritual, Spirituality, tagged a structure for spirit, ceremony, despacho, Empowerment Camp, feathered pipe, karen chrappa, Mother Earth, pachamama, sacred feminine, sacred masculine, shamans, spirituality, tibetan prayer flags on June 23, 2013 | 7 Comments »
We started by sweeping the floor.
Our last day at Empowerment Camp was a day of ceremony. A morning Sweat Lodge followed by an afternoon Despacho. The Despacho ceremony comes to us from the shamans of the high Andes in Peru. A feast for Pachamama to bring our nature into right relationship with all of Nature. Julie Daley (one of my co-facilitators at the Empowerment Camp at Feathered Pipe) and I began preparing the space for ceremony…clearing the clutter, sweeping the floor. I laid down an altar cloth of recycled saris. A woven cloth from the Andes was placed on top to hold our Despacho.
We pulled from the pantry offerings…chocolate chips, rice, quinoa, almonds, raisins, oats and shredded coconut. We have all heard of the awakening of the Divine Feminine at this spiritual threshold on which we now stand. The Dalai Lama has said, “The world will be saved by the Western woman.”
It is because we know this work.
How many women have prepared a Thanksgiving or holiday feast? You know what to do.
You clean the house. You pull your finest china and linens from the closet. Your favorite recipes are saved for these special times. Family and friends gather in celebration. Spirits are lifted. Hearts are nourished.
Women know this work. The work of ceremony. We nourish. We celebrate. We create sacred space full of love.
Ceremony uplifts our hearts. Ceremony carries our prayers and visions to Spirit. In ceremony we begin to see ourselves and each other through the eyes of love. Ceremony is what will carry us over the threshold.
Our week to Awaken the Inner Teacher began with an altar. Sacred objects from home and heart were placed on top. Each day our altar blossomed in beauty with flowers, sticks and stones of the Earth. And it was there, on the altar, the intention of our Despacho laid bare.
Our ceremony reflected many different traditions. Saris from India. The Despacho from Peru. Tibetan prayer flags waiting for blessings to be blown in.
The borders erected based on gender, color, race, sexual preference, even the borders that exist between spiritual traditions are misguided and misdirected. Creations of our mind that reflect the collective wound of separation. An illusion. We are not separate. Whatever tradition we walk, whatever the color of our skin or ethnic background, we all originate from the same fire. It is a time of inclusivity. A time for healing from the illusion.
The heart of our Despacho was held in a conch shell. A shell received in ceremony swimming with wild dolphins. It sat in my mesa for a year but was now on the altar. It was not a perfectly polished conch shell that one finds in a gift shop but instead broken and worn, ancient and primordial. Washed through eons of time by the oceans of Mama Cocha holding the depths of wisdom from deep in the watery belly of Pachamama. Perfect in her imperfections.
Surrounding the shell were 15 pine cones from the altar, initially placed like a Christmas tree to hold the intention of Light. Throughout history pine cones have served as a symbolic representation of Human Enlightenment, the Third Eye and the Pineal Gland. Our pineal gland, shaped like and named after the pine cone, is at the geometric center of our brain and is intimately linked to our body’s perception of light. Its mathematical architecture is sacred geometry in its most divine expression. This was the sacred container to which all other elements were placed.
Each item on the altar had something to say. Why had it appeared? A prayer of thanks was blown into each offering and then it spoke. The message revealed.
It is time for the divine marriage of the Feminine and Masculine, each holding within, all polarities. The conch shell expressing our deepest Feminine Nature. The Pine Cones expressing the Divine Masculine, the Enlightenment of Light. The number 15 adds up to 6. The number of union, harmony, marriage.
Both the Feminine and Masculine appeared in an unexpected way. The shell as light, the pine cone as dark. We cannot take our ideas of Feminine and Masculine and impose them on this union for this union is not what we expect it to look like. We are traveling through new frontiers guided by the divine order of the Natural world and the ethereal whispers of Spirit.
Appearing like ancient hieroglyphics scribbled on a stick.
Be comfortable in chaos for it is the divine order of the Universe. The seed of creation. How is it chaos and order sit side by side? When we elevate our awareness, our understanding rises to see the paradox in all of Nature. To see the paradox in spiritual law. The spiritual laws we are governed by cannot be understood by our minds. Another level of understanding is needed to learn and respect our spiritual laws.
Who among us has not had a trust violated? Somewhere inside us that feels disconnected? A source of love we thought would always be there only to end in a broken heart, a painful betrayal? When we drop deeper than the wounds and heartaches, deep into the belly of Pachamama there is a source that is infinite. A love that is never betrayed. A well of promise that is ours to drink from…again and again and again. The mistrust we feel is ours. It does not come from our Mother Earth for her love is unconditional, her connection unwavering.
Sitting like a halo in the north of our despacho lay violet petals of iris. The gold light of the masculine and the silver light of the feminine alchemize to violet at the moment of conception, whether it be the conception of a child or the conception of a vision. Violet is the light of creation, the very source of that is breath. How important it is to remember our breath in our daily practice for it is with our breath we create our life.
Our inhale infuses our Self with life force. Our exhale combines with sound to create a vibration, a frequency we vibrate into the world. That frequency may be dull or sleepy, bright or clear. Our signal is creation. Through our signal we impact the world. What are we sending out? What are we giving voice to?
We begin to raise our vibration elevating what we are creating in our lives through sound. When we make a sound we are clearing dense energies, creating movement where energy may be stuck. Our sound rings clear as a bell. Imagine what you can create from that source? Breath and sound are building blocks in the process of creation.
Evolution is happening very quickly now. We have no choice but to move forward. Can you stand and stop a tsunami? As much as our fears and doubts want to resist there is an urgency that propels each and every one of us to step into our power. Holding a vision for humanity that is bigger than ever before will drive us forward and lift us from our demons.
A baby pine cone from the altar placed in the sacred container of the Feminine reminds us we are always children. We come to prayer as sons and daughters. Children of the Earth. Children of the Stars. We bring the innocence of our heart to ceremony. To look at the world through the eyes of a child enlightens us, restoring wonder and delight in the natural world.
The message of the Despacho came from the altar. From the wisdom that called each one to place these elements there. This could not come through one voice. The relationship of guru to student is falling away. When we place a guru above us we establish a hierarchy in relationship believing the guru has more spiritual authority than we do. We give away our spiritual power. We lose sight of our spiritual wisdom.
It is time to honor, discover and awaken the Inner Teacher. The wisdom that each one of us walks with. When that wisdom is woven within a collaborative tapestry it grows richer and deeper.
As wisdom comes through you it is a gift to be shared as we step into our deep knowing, our spiritual authority. This is what we are here to walk, to teach, to share. In our families, our communities, the circles in which we live.
The sacred womb of the Feminine can hold all of Creation. The depths from which the Feminine can hold Creation is met by the protection and trust that she is held and surrounded by in the Masculine. As this relationship is brought to balance, into ayni, each one of us can do the work we are here to do.
The work of Munay.
The work of Love.
Photos by Anne Jablonski
Board of Directors Feathered Pipe Foundation
The winter solstice celebrates a return of light as days grow longer having passed through the shortest day of the year. The solstice this years coincides with the end of a 26,000 year cycle of the Mayan calendar prophesied as the awakening of human consciousness to our luminous nature.
It is a great privilege to travel and study with many master shamans from the Q’ero tradition in Peru with an ayllu (tribe) of women known as the Bouquet of Light, called to awaken the Divine Feminine. We have been given very specific instructions for a despahco at this time to honor the birth of the return to light from Dona Aleja who we study extensively with in Peru.
I extend the invitation for you to virtually join in this ceremony from wherever you are. Below is the first layer of the despacho, a white paper, into which you will blow in three breaths to join in ceremony and link with all others who are called.
You will also need to make two qintus. Qintus are prayer holders traditionally made from three cocoa leaves in Peru. I often use bay leaves since they are similar in size and shape. If you are using bay leaves make sure they are whole and intact rather than broken. You will need six to make two qintus, three for each. Place all leaves in the same direction, one on top of the other, so the stems are facing down and the front of the leaf is facing you (vein in back). If you are not able to use bay leaves, use small native leaves from your area.
The first qintu will hold prayers for the sun. Feel a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the life force of the Sun. You may use this prayer or one of your own. Prayers are both spoken and blown into the qintu with your breath.
Inti TITi, Father Sun,
We humbly bow before your omnipotent light,
as your sons and daughters,
in gratitude for your power and presence.
We thank you for informing us,
awakening us, illuminating within us
what needs to be seen.
We ask to be reinformed
by the wisdom of your light
so we may serve as beacons of light.
May our light shine the way to truth
from the deepest intentions of our soul.
As we learn to honor and respect
your light Inti TiTi
we learn to honor the light within
and see the light in each other
and all living things.
The second qintu is offered for the whole of humanity, for medicine people you may know, for your teachers, for specific people with health problems, for the people of your country, for the leaders of the country, of the world. Blow in prayers to any sacred sites you may feel connected to and for Mother Earth. Both of the qintus are then burned in a fire.
There are many more elements to this despacho which will be built in a circle. Each item is placed in circle formation. It is all about the Sun, the birth of the return to light. I will share more once the despacho is complete.
As we prepare to anchor in light for ourselves and the world, there are many practices to support us in our intentions. To clear our luminous fields so we may be a deeper vessel for light, white candles can be used for clearing. The white candle absorbs dense and heavy energy which is then burned, released and transformed.
I recently relocated from New York to New Mexico. Before entering Truth or Consequences I built an apuchetta (small mountain made of stones) alongside the highway to burn my candle with the intention of leaving any hucha behind as I crossed this new threshold.
Lighting yellow candles to honor the Sun is a simple way to bring this intention of awakening light to life. There is such an abundance of beautiful candles here in New Mexico. I have had a yellow one burning on my altar since I arrived just last week.
I do hope you are inspired to join in ceremony on the 21st. There is power in community be it virtual or otherwise. It is the power of our intention that meets on these sacred grounds.
Begin by creating sacred space in any way that feels true for you. Light a candle, preferably yellow. Blow three breaths into white paper above to join in ceremony. Create two qintus, one to honor the Sun, the other for humanity. Burn qintus in fire. Close with a prayer of thanks.
I honor the place in you that is of love,
truth, light and of peace.
When you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me,
we are one.
I have been feeling a sensitivity to loss. A deeper sense of grief and letting go as many things have been washed clean from my life over the past year. Truth be told this cleansing started even before then.
This heightened loss is amplified by the ending of a 26,000 year cycle of evolution as prophesied by many traditions, including the Mayans. Heightened by the waves of devastation in the aftermath of the storm Sandy here in New York and along the East Coast.
Endings bring death. Necessary to birth anew. Yet the transition of not knowing what is to come is unsettling. Life loses its anchor.
This longing of heart and soul called me to ceremony. I open my mesa.
What message do you hold to offer guidance during these times of great transition?
At the very heart of this reading sits a kuya (stone) from Ausangate, the holy director of the Apus (mountains) of the Andes. These times call from us the heart of a warrior. The strength and fortitude to stand on our own two feet.
We must embrace both the darkness and the light, the totality of our beings in order to point the way to a new vision. A vision that directs us to our sacred purpose.
We must clear the channels to connect to Pachamama. Listen with our soft bellies to her wisdom. Let our breath feel its way to her rhythms, her cycles, her heartbeat. Learn to move in flow with her life force. In this way we discover our own rhythms and cycles for we are not separate from our Mother.
It is time to listen from the depths of stillness. As chaos swirls around us we must have a haven within to hear the truth of our inner authority rather than be propelled into the whirlwind of fear and anxiety that has fueled our consciousness for so long. It takes a conscious effort to disengage from the addictive patterns of drama and collective frenzy to discover the still silent beacon within.
It is time for an honoring and recognition of our ancestors. A remembering of our roots. Our minds could not possibly comprehend all those that have come before us to bring us to this moment in time. Every step we have taken holds the steps of every ancestor woven through time. We must walk with respect with those who have brought us to this great juncture in history.
The ethereal bridge of faith is needed to connect us in ways where our mind is not able. Our minds have served far too long as masters of our fate. Trust in our divinity, trust in our sacredness, trust in the knowing that we are right where we are meant to be is our salvation now.
We must develop the sensitivity to how every thought, every feeling is reverberating within us and effecting the world around us. Life in one way or another has left us scrambling for higher ground. Where is the lifeline to safety and security? That is not where our liberation lies. Letting go of everything we know about what is safe, letting go of everything we thought would make us feel secure is unraveling asking us to surrender old lifelines to the tidal waves of uncertainty that are purging through each and every one of us.
The mind has enslaved us to a fate of limitation, sacrificing our souls for the creature comforts of modern-day consumption. We are being asked to pay attention to what we are consuming. How are we using and expending our resources? The resources of our planet? It is the shifting foundations of power that are crumbling leaving us challenged to find ground until the rumblings subside and the shifts of the tectonic plates of our identity realign.
Drinking from the wells of stillness, honoring the teachings that have come before us create actions that bring beauty to the world. A sacredness for life rises from the depths of our being as the veils of separation fall away. We know, from the deepest recesses of our Soul, we are intimately woven with all of life. From the roots of the Earth to the illumination of the Stars we are not separate.
It is difficult still to know and live in this truth. The spiritual wound of separation runs deep. This is the truth we are being propelled towards. This is the rebirthing we are waiting for. To re-remember who we are. Not as the diminished wounded creatures we have been led to believe but as the majestic Beings of light beyond measure.
Death is coming to the limited ways of being, of seeing who we are. Fear arises in death. We do not know what lies ahead. Discovering the inner authority as guide without falling prey to the conditioned suppression of our true natures leading us to believe we are less than, bound and chained in fear is awakening.
Faith and trust are the steps to a new path. A path of liberation. A freedom of each Soul rising to the majesty they were born to be.
This is what the kuyas speak.
AHO my friends! AHO!