Posts Tagged ‘sacred masculine’

photo 1As a group of women gathered under the light of the full moon in New York, a man in New Mexico quietly prepared the way for ceremony. Most of our evolutionary conversation speaks to the awakening of the feminine yet the cosmos aligned under a super full moon to tend to the wounds of the masculine.

As the moon waxed towards fullness I wanted my kuyas, the medicine stones of my mesa, to sit on Pachamama to guide our full moon fire ceremony. I was in New York. My mesa was in New Mexico.

The mandala of kuyas was laid on the earth just as I had asked. My visioning stone was placed on top of a selenite wand facing the Dark Mountain in a call to the Apus. Beneath the wand lay a heart-shaped kuya from the holy mountain Ausangate holding the spirit of a warrior. Offering support at the bottom were three kuyas with turquoise stones placed on top aligning Earth and Sky.

I envisioned this mandala as a source of guidance for our ceremony but never expected it to look the way it did as it lay on the Earth. A lingam was created or more loosely translated, a penis. I was hesitant to share the mandala of my mesa as embarrassment shrouded my vision from public view.

A ceremony begins long before a gathering takes place. As this powerful phallic symbol sat on the Earth I began to feel its strength. During my morning practice my body had become the mandala. Sitting strong in lotus I felt a deep connection to the Earth. My arms reached to sky with fingers pointed as my visioning stone. My spine felt clear as the selenite wand. I embodied the energetic vibration as the pure essence of direction and the steadfastness of one pointed focus.

I embodied the power of the masculine.

As this sense of pure direction landed in my body, the awareness of how I was directing my own masculine energy became apparent. Like a sword I had turned its direction against myself to control my own feelings and shape my feminine to hide her power.

As our sisterhood gathered that night for ceremony an altar was built with flowers gathered from gardens tended with love.


Building Altar


Altar of Flowers, Feathers, Crystals and Stones In Front of Fire Pit


Flower Offerings Held Prayers of Gratitude

We prayed for our Earth Mother and birth Mother. We prayed for our sisters and daughters. We prayed for our grandmothers. We prayed to empty our hearts of the wounds held in our relationships with all women.

We prayed to the Father, the power of the Sun as sustainer of all life, to the Father that created us. To our husbands and lovers. We prayed to our brothers and grandfathers. We prayed to empty our hearts of the wounds held in our relationships with all men.

We prayed to build a bridge in our own heart between masculine and feminine. We prayed to heal our own wounds so that we may be the peacekeepers, the healers, the lovers, the visionaries that build bridges between all hearts.

We prayed with the fire in New York as my mesa was lovingly tended by a man in New Mexico building bridges between Earth and Sky under the Light of the Full Moon.


Rose Petals for Blessing after Fire Clearing

Creating Sacred Space with Song of Gratitude
words and music by Kailey Wildflowers, my niece, (a very proud Aunt!)

Mesa Mandala on Earth in New Mexico facing Dark Mountain
Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

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According to National Geographic, Savannah is one of the 100 Most Beautiful Places on Earth. Being an unfamiliar visitor here this was news to me.

As I prepare for a despacho ceremony on Saturday I am discovering why Savannah made the list. Driving Don Black Feather to work one morning, a little bridge over water caught my eye. A desire to be with Mama Cocha and become more intimate with the land here called from my soul.

I first took part in this water ceremony in Peru with master healer and shaman Don Hilario at Lago Huaypo (pronounced why-po) for visioning bigger than we ever had before. Working with water can also bring balance to our emotional body. Cleansing and purification are also properties of water. My intention was a bit of all three.

I share with you this water ritual not so much as a recipe to follow but as food for the soul should you feel called to the water.

Before returning to the river I found a pot of white daisies at the supermarket to hold prayers for purification. Colored sugar and candy confetti were in the baking aisle. A package of M&M’s at the register completed my purchase. As I searched for a spot along this little river the most perfect space for ceremony appeared.


Naked challah bread would hold the prayer offerings.


Praying with my mesa and drumming to the Earth Mother Prayer Song connected me more deeply to the land. (click on the song for an audio link) Prayers blown into white daisies were placed in challah. The rest were planted in the Earth as an offering.

May our hearts be washed clean of all sorrows.
May our thoughts and mind run pure so human mind aligns with divine mind.
May our will and thy will be one.
May all waters flow clean and clear, within us, around us and all the world over.
May all souls live in the divine flow of love and light.
May all hearts be free.
May we learn to honor and respect spiritual laws and the laws of Nature.
Teach us Pachamama to be your stewards and caretakers.
Help us remember we are your sons and daughters.
Help us to live in right relationship, peace and harmony
with you Beloved Mother and with all your relations.


Honey was drizzeled over the offering to add sweetness to our prayers.


Gold and silver sugars balance the sacred masculine and feminine energies and connect our luminous bodies to the divine threads of gold and silver light. Colored candies were added for celebration and chocolate to honor the lineage in Peru.


Offered to Mama Cocha.


Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you Blessed Mother for your waters so we do not die of thirst.
Thank you for sustaining all life with the sacred element of water.
Thank you Creator for giving us everything we need so we may live, love and serve.


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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.

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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.

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Sacred Union.

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.

We Are All Children.

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 Inner Teacher.

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.

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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

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October 2012

The intention of our despacho this month to feed our Light
was held on a bed of cotton,
connecting us to the heavens,
the upper world,
the Hanaq Pacha,
woven with silver and gold threads
with our luminous body reaching
to the sacred masucline Light of the Sun,
Inti Ti Ti,
and the sacred feminine Light of the Moon,
Mama Killa.

A spirit gift of the dragonfly sits in the heart of our despacho
in a hexagram of gold and silver.
This mandala symbolizes the perfect meditative state of balance
achieved between Earth and Heaven.

The spirit medicine of the dragonfly
represents invitation and entry into the spirit world where everything is possible ~
all dreams all hopes are real and easily manifested.
The illusion of lack is smashed into fragments of a mirror
reflecting all of our parts making up a whole
where we can be all or any of our facets.
Dragonfly spirit medicine asks us to remove all doubt and limitation.

Our prayers are fed with offerings of sage, tobacco,
flowers, rose petals, lavendar,
colored sugars, cocoa, confetti, glitter, sparkles.

Ceremony elevates us in timelessness.
Our prayers and intentions are not locked into a certain time or space.
Every despacho carries with it a forgotten prayer holder.
You are welcome to join at any time.
It is never too late.

AHO my friends!

Add your intentions in by following the ceremonial video at sunrise.

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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In An Ancient Cry of A Lone Wolf I shared a shamanic journey with spirit wolves. An image that has stayed with me is one of a male and female wolf, connected at the third eye in a bow of honor to each other. This image led to a reading of my mesa on the Inner Beloved…

There is a marriage that takes place within. A marriage between the sacred masculine and feminine. We are often unaware of the internal conflict between these aspects of ourself.

There is a clear distinction of the masculine and feminine principles that guide us. One aspect of these qualities is represented in the male heart as the archetype of the king, the non-corrupt warrior power in integrity.

One way this is expressed in the feminine heart is the womb, the vessel for the seeds of creation, the archetype of  the mother, Gaia, Earth Mother, the depths of unconditional offering for all things.

When an aspect of our masculine or feminine is diminished or lacking in some way we will look to fill this up through the relationships we seek and create thereby setting the basis for dysfunction and co-dependency. This is when we rely on someone outside of ourself to fill the void within us. We are in and of ourself complete.

This does not mean we can only enter into relationship once a whole state is achieved. When awareness of the strengths, the weaknesses and the tendencies of how our masculine and feminine are operating within us are known to us, we are able to bring our relationships to higher levels of consciousness. We need to know ourself first. These patterns are often habitual and conditioned leaving us little room for evolution but rather keep us stuck in patterns of relating that bring harm to ourself or another.

The collective feminine is now burgeoning, coming forth in greater fullness and power. This is not to be perceived in any way as a threat to the masculine. This is not ever what the feminine seeks. She does not seek dominion over but rather longs for  union rooted in honor and respect. She longs to give and offer her love and her light freely and asks that the power of her gifts be valued.

What is this foundation of internal sacred union built on?

The full spectrum of expression of both the feminine and the masculine without judgment, without criticism, without belittling, embarrassing, humiliating, shaming. How many of these patterns operate in our current relationships? A trust that both are honored, respected and valued for what is inherently divine within each. A recognition that each is essential to the other so no barrier exists between the flow of these energies within and between.

We move from co-dependency to interdependency. A weaving rather than a wall.

Each seeks freedom now from the repressive chains that have bound both the masculine and the feminine and shaped them into limited and conditioned expressions that have not served either by meeting in their diminished capacities. It is the healing of the sacred union within each individual, the sacred marriage that begins to take place within the heart, the mind and the soul of each person, regardless of gender, that will begin to create a new paradigm on Earth.

There is a flow and a listening required within our own heart. A bowing and reverence to our inherent sacred gifts expressed through the masculine and feminine of who we are. A presence and an attention of the masculine naturally fosters an appreciation from the feminine.

From the heart of the feminine emerges beauty, not in the way it has been packaged and served to us. Beauty as seeing a sacredness in all things. A sacredness of life. Creation of sacred rituals. Beauty  as an empty vessel that allows the divine to flow through. A beauty in the heart that sees all as beauty.

The feminine also emerges as the erotic, sensual, undomesticated Goddess. The wild and untamed power of intuitive wisdom, the visionary bestowed with psychic gifts. These are the heights and depths through which the feminine expresses herself.

The masculine offers direction, a purpose and focus that creates a sense of moving towards. There is a passing of knowledge and transmission of wisdom from one generation to the next, from one person to another that the masculine expresses through words, intellect and by creating community of the highest order of the heart, the divine kingdom.

The masculine speaks in stillness. He moves in silence not only in the direction of moving forward but also in the direction of depth.

The feminine moves in cycles, through flow, through dance, through non-linear patterns.

In sacred union the value of both stillness and dance are revered.

Our greatest power resides in deep humility, no longer falling prey to the seduction of our ego. Black obsidian sits at the very bottom of this alignment pointing to our infinite depths that transcend all duality, even our masculine and feminine. The way of the sacred path that opens the portal to the vast void of the unknown, where all energy is consolidated in the black hole of the deepest mysteries.

This is what the kuyas speak.

(This image may be used as a meditation tool.
You may click on the image to enlarge it.
Meditate on the image with eyes open or closed for at least five minutes.
This allows the vibrations of this pattern to reinform you,
encoding you energetically.)

This article first appeared on elephant journal as Some Kiss We Want with Our Whole Lives.

AHO my friends! AHO!

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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At the heart of our despacho sits the tiny and humble acorn to hold the intention of awakening the seeds of our becoming. This month I had the great fortune to visit Isis Cove, an intentional community and retreat center on 45+ acres of unspoiled land in the magi­cal, beau­ti­ful, blue moun­tains of west­ern North Carolina.

If you would like to add your prayers and intentions to this month’s despacho follow the ceremonial video below from the early morning woods at Isis Cove. Find a time and space free from distraction. Create sacred space. The simple act of lighting a candle can transport us from our day-to-day routine to a moment of the sacred.

I am grateful to Linda Star Wolf and Brad Collins, the founders, co-directors and visionaries of Isis Cove and the warm welcome that embraced me from each and every Soul I encountered on my short stay there.

Click on full screen and enjoy!

AHO my friends! AHO!

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As anyone who does healing work knows…you step on to this path because it is you yourself that needs healing. For me I didn’t just step on to a healing path, I hit the ground running.

I started smoking at 11 years old. Fifteen years later as I entered school for Physical Therapy my habit was up to two packs a day. Although I made many attempts to stop it was stepping into a healing profession that helped me finally call it quits. How could I help others heal their body if I could not help myself? So I started running. A few years later I finished the NYC marathon in 3 1/2 hours. I awoke to the healing wisdom of the body.

My personal healing has intimately intertwined with my work in the world. I shifted beyond the borders of traditional Physical Therapy as my work became strongly influenced by my personal evolution in Thai massage, yoga, meditation, breathwork, shamanism. My work had traversed far from my roots leaving me with an identity crisis of sorts. Most people came to see me through the western medical system. There was some understanding of what to expect when going to see a physical therapist. What I often heard was this is not what I thought physical therapy was going to be like at all. I struggled to define my work through the confines of physical therapy that gave me a license I could rely on to bring me income. A simple equation of risk versus security.

A pivotal question posed by a mentor pushed me further into the unknown. How do you intend to bring your wisdom into the world? Spirit nudged even stronger. I began offering ceremonies online breaking free from the spiritual closet where most of my work remained hidden. The ceremonies caught the attention of Melissa McNair, co-director of Feathered Pipe. The message left on my voicemail one day was nothing short of a divine calling. Would I be interested in weaving ritual and ceremony during the Empowerment Camp at Feathered Pipe? Spirit opened a public portal to step into the role of a medicine woman. All I had to do was walk through.

A sacred assemblage of souls gathered in June. In the deep beauty of Montana our most courageous hearts stretched wide weaving the dark of the New Moon with the light of the Summer Solstice. Held in the incubating elements of Pachamama; water, earth, fire, air, it became very clear we were in a deep process of birthing. As we breathed the holy breath, journeyed to the womb in a consecrated cave, we prayed, we laughed, we screamed, we cried, we sang, we danced, we healed, we birthed.

Through the magic of Feathered Pipe we emerged anew.

Photographer Alison Postighone

Photographer Alison Postighone

A personal pachakuti, or cycle of time, had come to an end. An initiation that began some 25 years earlier. The completion of one cycle meant the start of another. A medicine woman birthed into the world. A birth of the soul pouring forth from the heart. A heart that has lived long enough to have itself torn apart. A heart whose essence holds the power to endure.

I came to see how I had shaped my work to be less than in a western model of medicine that had no space for Spirit. What I was shaping was the voice of the Sacred Feminine, diminished by culture, conditioned through belief systems, science, religion, ancestors and wounds in an attempt to thwart her power. The earliest voice of my feminine was manipulated by a masculine determined to keep dominion over a home ruled by alcohol. The light of my truth could not hold a gaze to the blind eye of booze.

This external power play of masculine domination over a suppressed feminine internalized itself twisting my voice in self-doubt. Is what I see real? What I feel true? My body armored itself against her sovereign flow of feeling. The dark, tangled mess of emotions were deemed worthless, abandoned to deep recesses of heart and soul. Mind, steel sharp control and all that was rational served as the hallmark to success.

The voice of my internal masculine thwarted my power, belittled my feelings and abolished my needs. My worth was measured in doing. What certificate or letter I could place next to my name marked my accomplishments as if my very own existence required some stamp of approval from an authority outside of myself.

The ruling tyranny of a masculine dominated inner world has seen its end, within me and around me. It is the sacred feminine that is resurrecting now. There is no diploma to mark this passage. No letters to place after my name. Spirit is the teacher. Life is the initiation. Suffering is the school.

The external voices of oppression still exist. The ones that believe the notion of a medicine woman means I have completely lost my mind. It is not up to me to change those voices but rather to find the courage within so the voice that diminishes has no power over me. The voice that belittles what it cannot understand is no longer relevant in my life.

It is time for both the masculine and feminine to rise, to dance within in ways never before seen thereby shifting the way we move in the world.

AHO my friends! AHO!

Karen Chrappa
Author of A Structure for Spirit

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