Author: CoCreavatars

Received and written by Rachel Tracy at the Sacred Sanctuary

This prayer came through as I was working with blessings for our sacred plant allies.  As I work with our plant allies and teachers, I often work with and align with the full moon energy for clearing and charging. For the days before and after the moon, I use mantra and sacred text to help bring healing energy. The morning after the full moon, I create full ceremonial space and sit in prayer and meditation as I work with the medicines. I set a strong  intention to bring forth the most healing energies to the plants I am working with and to those that the medicines will touch. Plant life is medicine here to teach us. As stewards and guardians of the wisdom of mother earth, we can enhance the healing properties of our tinctures and medicines through focused awareness and prayer. We can be channels of universal healing energy and can infuse our medicines with these frequencies and blessings. When I worked with my teachers in the Amazon, we actually sat in meditation for three days as we prepared sacred medicine. It was said that only sacred word could be spoken as medicines were created. As medicine people, it is up to us to share this wisdom and to bring this awareness as we share our medicines with the world.  It is up to us to truly be cocreators and guardians.

Last night was the first full moon of 2022. Over the past many days I have sat with mantra and sacred sound preparing the ground for the full moon.  Sharing sacred sound with the plant teachers I am currently stewarding. This morning as I brought the plants inside from their charging in the moonlight, I sat in deep prayer and meditation.  I set a strong intention to be a channel of healing. I asked clearly for the highest healing energies to bless the medicines of mother nature. As I sat in prayer, I felt a surge of energy come through me. This is often how divine energy flows through me. It was like a waterfall of blessings; a time to relax and allow wisdom to flow through and out into written word.

I have just returned from Costa Rica. My journey began with a strong clearing and passage. There were old vibrations ready to be brought to awareness. After this dark night of the soul, a truly magical journey unfolded. We followed our guidance and set intentions to serve the highest and best along our journey. We were truly held by spirit. We were called to sacred land called HOME Farm. This stands for Heaven On Mother Earth. The family and community that held us felt like warm salve to my heart. These beings are true stewards and guardians of sacred space and spending time there felt truly like HOME! It was so healing and so wonderful. This land is blessed with an Abuela. She is a very ancient Ceiba tree. She is amazingly wise and so clearing. As I sat with her, I would just cry and weep from my heart. The healing was profound.  After sitting with Abuela, I would make my way down to the top of Nauyaca Waterfall. This space was one of deep blessings. We were actually at the top of the waterfall, sitting amongst the condors overseeing a valley of beauty.  The filling that happened in my heart was magical. It was like as the water flowed through so did blessings and a new perspective.  To both of these sacred beings I pay deep homage and offered selenite in reverence and gratitude. Always asking and listening how to give back and show care for these wisest of beings.

I share this brief overview because I feel that this prayer and these words are inspired by truly feeling HOME (Heaven on Mother Earth) Abuela shared many gifts of wisdom. As did the waterfall and the condors. These gifts are to be shared. We truly have all we need in nature and this realization creates heaven here and now.  As I sat with these sacred beings it became so clear that heaven is held in our biodiversity, in our waters, our trees and in all of life. It is in our ability to perceive this that heaven is brought forth. As you move in the world, may you take this prayer  and these words with you. May you use them as you work with your land, your waters, your soils, your plant teachers and your plant allies.

Prayer of heaven on earth
May heaven on mother earth fill your awareness 
May your heart be healed
May it be filled with love and beauty 
May you see your tenderness as strength 
May you be held in the womb of the wisdom loving mother 
May you feel loved, cared for a truly nurtured 

May the ancestors support you and bless you with their gifts and wisdom
May you ascend to your highest love and highest good
May you feel the beauty, magnificence, and divine intelligence in nature
May you connect to this nature and see tat true resources are in the plants, water, soil and biodiversity 

May the greatest healing be yours
May regeneration and miracles run through you
May you open your crown to source
May you see that you have god and divinity inside 

May you see your magnificence, your true nature, your divinity
May you connect deeply with this wisdom and knowledge
May you divine voice be guiding and clear 

May you know how to listen deeply, how to walk lightly, and how to love truly 

May you dream heaven into reality- a place where we live in harmony with our true nature, one another and all life 

May you fully awaken and remember
May the universal heart within you pulse the frequency of love

Prayer and blessing for sacred medicine plants, healing allies and medicines:
God please help humanity to see heaven; to create heaven here and now.  God, divine mother, Christed consciousness please bless this medicine with the highest frequency of love; with the highest frequency of healing, rejuvenation, care and presence power. Angels and arch angels aligned with the highest love, please bless this heart medicine. Please hold a space of unconditional love and wholeness around all it touches. Please guide them to their gifts, divine nature, and help bring beauty into the world. Ascended masters aligned with the highest love, please share your wisdom, knowledge and great awareness now. Wisdom traditions of remembrance please calm the mind and allow it to be a humble servant of the divine nature, true nature, presence and heart.  Mother earth, the elements, and all the beauty and divine intelligence of nature please hold a space of love, peace and harmony now. 

Words of Remembrance:
We are the ones we have been waiting for. We are the children of God and the universe who remember fully the truth of who we are. We are the beings of nature, of water, of light and of harmony. We are the ones here to create heaven on Earth. Through our unified intention of love, through out focused awareness, through our remembering, we can anchor and create a new reality of balance, compassion, harmony and regeneration. We can create heaven here an now.

Breathe deeply into your divine nature.
Breath deeply into the divine intelligence of nature
Breathe deeply into the womb of the mother; into the womb of creation 

Feel the warmth, feel the love, feel the peace 

You are connected always to God, to the creative force of the universe
You are this energy and it is always inside you; pulsing through you and guiding you to wellbeing and truth.
Drop down to the heart. Breathe deeply here. Consciously align your intention to serve the highest and best of all beings.

The power of divine love runs through you now. The power of divine love does its perfect work in you now. You are a channel of divinity and divine love. It flows through you down into the Earth, out through your heart creating good in all that it touches. This love is the truth of who you are. This power is your connection to source Your attention here anchors the creative power of the universe and brings forth a world where the greatest good is created and met. The power of divine love meets all needs with ease and grace. It is your super power. Pulse this out. Say often, the power of divine love flows in me and through me and does its perfect work in all that it touches. Breathe this in and with the next breath out pulse this thought and energy into the world. Use the magnetic field of your heart to connect with the magnetic field of the Earth and amplify this through throughout the cosmos. This is your divine nature and birth right.

You are a child of love, of God , of truth. Your true nature is divine and so is everyone elses! Let us stand in love, heart and truth as a unified field of creation. 

Something needs to be negotiated as we enter Libra’s lunar cycle, beginning with today’s New Moon. Libra is an air sign with a focus on relationship, connection and justice. Symbolized by the scales, Libra seeks to balance the extremes by looking for middle ground. The middle ground, the neutral space is where the connection point resides. From there balance can easily flow, back and forth, in harmonious movement. It is when the scales are tipped too much at one extreme that things can get ugly. Often to rebalance the scales, dramatic action is needed. Something must shift or else the entire system can be toppled.

Sometimes, toppling is part of the shift in the bigger picture. At this New Moon, this action is delivered through a conjunction to Mars, the mythological god of war. Mars in Libra is ready to make the moves that will initiate a potentially powerful shift in how we perceive and align within our social and relational spheres. That thing that feels so stuck? It’s ready to be moved out of the way. How that happens might look different to everyone depending on personal factors. We could explode, implode, burn it all down.

We can debate and polarize and spin our wheels. Or we can look at all sides of the issue, communicate our needs and make space to listen first and then act with clarity of vision and the wellbeing of all in mind. Mercury retrograde reminds us to slow down and not throw the baby out with the bathwater. Mercury retrograde is always a great time to look within and observe how our own behaviors and perceptions are creating biases and projections that might be coloring the circumstances. Often when things feel stuck in the external world, it reflects something within ourselves that refuses to be acknowledged. Mercury retrograde gives us a chance to notice these hidden patterns.

All relationships are a dance. Dancing requires a balance of resistance and surrender, of push and pull, of tension and release. In the body, when one muscle engages, another one must let go. This creates the dynamic expression of movement. Relationships work similarly. They are meant to be supportive and work through give and take. Issues arise when the flow becomes blocked or limited because of rigid identifications to polarities at the extremes. It’s like trying to dance without having any joints, or being frozen to the ground. The expression of the relationship becomes limited and paralyzed causing those within it to experience suffering and a feeling of being stuck.

Release comes when those rigidified aspects of self are set free and placed back into the motion of the larger container of the relationship. In other words, to change a pattern within a relationship, we must be willing to change ourselves first. The Libra New Moon asks us to get real about the imbalances in our relational lives and what we can do to regain harmony where it has been lost. Each of us has the power to impact personal change at this time. No one is without accountability. We can’t change others, but when we harness our creative energy to truly claim our own authenticity, not for ego reasons but to align with the truth of our highest dharma, then we may find ourselves singing in empowered harmony with ourselves, the world, and each other.

Namaste, Liz

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By Miku KeTukal

It was my first Danza de la Luna. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. I thought I understood something about ceremony and sacred space. I knew to expect the unexpected, but still, I never could have anticipated what I experienced under the stars with my sisters that night…

My intention for this dance was simple. Or so I thought. It was to dance a dance of healing. For my husband, for all my brothers and sisters who have been ailing in this tumultuous time, and for the planet. To sing to the waters, and mountains and oceans of this beautiful world, and sing alive once more what I know within is possible in me, and for us all. A return to the sacred.

As I drove into the site on the first night of the four nights of dancing and prayer I was filled with excitement. This was the first year the dance was to be held at the base of Mount Shasta. I pulled in and found a sweet little juniper tree to make camp under. The grounds of the newly established La Ventana Retreat Center were stunning. Brilliant crisp greens and deep greens abounded with the broader landscape of orange and browns from the thirsty earth. It was so very dry and hot that it felt like fire might come. Indeed, the fire was already on Mama Shasta as I arrived in my 1990 golden-colored Previa van (affectionately named Sheppard). Luckily, for the moment, the winds were blowing the smoke away from our site, and things seemed clear and still.

To ready myself for the journey, I took a solemn vow. I vowed to myself the moment I heard of the Danza (3 years ago in Costa Rica with Grandmother Kaariina) that I would find this dance. The finding of the Danza is a journey in its own right. I vowed I would find it, and I would commit to the four years. I was committed in my heart even before I knew I could go. I didn’t know what I was committing to at the time, but I knew in my bones I was supposed to do this. Truly, I am still only now discovering what the Danza is, but I still hold true to this original vow, to this original knowingness.

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It was a strange first Danza for me. A few weeks prior I caught a terrible cold (not Covid I was assured), but it left me without my voice! I chose to set my tent up alone next to my Juniper tree friend to stay in this strange silence that was part of my dance, as it felt I needed to be deep in prayer, in a way that wouldn’t be possible if I joined a cluster as many of the women had done.

After setting up, finding my Godmother who would guide me through the Danza, and preparing for the first sweat, red scarf band securely tied around my womb…

I was overwhelmed with the beauty and strength, the fierceness and commitment from the space of love. For the fierceness and commitment to love. To be warriors of love.

I learned that I was strong. The first three nights like many of the other new dancers I struggled to stay awake, I struggled to learn the dance. When we first began it was so complicated that I didn’t even understand we were dancing! I am not sure I knew what we were doing, shuffling along with the arbor decorated with prayers and ties of all the directions.

Imagine a beautiful arbor, stretching in a circle. Each door was guarded by a different god or goddess and sacred entity in the Aztec lineage. With a warrior goddess standing at each gate holding a smudge bowl. The hot charcoals glowing and smoking. Billowing in the moonlight with columns of white medicine smoke flowing up into the sky. Creating a cloud of moonlit medicine mist that swirled about us as we danced. Feathers flying, rattle shaking, drum beating, hearts calling, ancestors with us.

We danced! We danced and danced and danced. Until we could be nothing but the dance, nothing but our prayers. One body, with women laughing and dancing and crying and praying. All together as one. And all around us on the outside of the arbor the men danced, and others who were supporting us danced too. They danced and sang and sang to us and we to them, all together in celebration. We danced for life! For happy women! For healing. For a healthy and happy village! For healthy, happy, strong children. We danced for the mystery. We danced to remember.

And I remembered.

I remembered that all life is sacred. And I felt it deeply deeply deeply within me. And something more stirred. I remembered that we have done this before. That we have been here before. That we have always danced like this. That men and women around the world for thousands of years have danced like this. This work, this ceremony is universal and so so so needed.

On the last night of the dance, I decided I would no longer fight with myself trying to stay awake in between rounds of resting and dancing. I decided not to rest between the rounds. As everyone laid down and the arbor became quiet I settled into a cross-legged seat with my white veiled and flowered crown raised to the moon. I noticed that the drummers didn’t rest, the dance chief stayed seated, and the elders too also maintained a seated posture.

And then it happened…

I dreamed. I entered into the shaman’s dream state. The liminal place of here and there, with shape-shifting vortexes subtly opening up in the moonlight. A shiver up my spine, and ancestors were everywhere. I could feel them, this was the place of lessons, and this was my first one. To stay awake. Be present. All needs are met. Open the closed eyes to the subtleties and feel.

When I looked into my reflection in the mirror darkly I saw moths in my eyes! The harbinger of death and transformation. I blinked them away and looked once more and then I saw her looking back. Goddess Kuan Yin. Gazing at me with such beauty. I knew at least in that moment that she was there, within me, within all of us. Infinitely inviting us to compassion, love and divine yin fierceness. The fierceness to receive. Receive and be fully present to the invitations that exist infinitely all around us. To rise. To rise. To rise. And we are all rising, growing, blossoming, crying, singing, praying, healing and holding each-other together.

And then it was over.

and I realized…the greatest lesson for me of all.

That it is not too late to be a Mother!

What??

That is completely what I did not come for. My husband is walking the death wheel, for heaven’s sake. How could this be? And yet, there it was. He did not want me to pray for him. I learned this during the dance. It was not for him that I was there. It was for the Mothers, and the women of the world. And somehow, in all of that, it was to join them myself. Even after I had given up all these years later after sadness upon sadness.

It’s not too late.

It’s not too late for me.

So, here I am, back home in Hawaii, filling out paperwork for adoption with my husband and now a new journey has begun.

Thank you, Grandmother Moon

Thank you Abuela Shasta

Thank you to the teachers and guides of the Danza,

For Abuela Maninali

For Susanna and ShimShai

For the bundle they carry for this sacred dance.

Gratitude for all of our Relations

Omateyotl

By Joel Smith

Dedication:

For my Grandpa Bill Blessman, who chose to pass on his 89th birthday, May 26th 2021. 

My Grandpa left an indelible imprint on my life and ancestry forever and more. My childhood memories will always be interwoven with visits with and my Grandmother in Duncan on Quamichan Lake. As I grew older, I harvested the gifts he continued to bestow upon me. In his later years I was left with a legacy of which I will never forget. In the weeks before he passed, I wrote a letter and gave it to him along with a crystal for my final visit. I believe his last words to me were – “think of me always” RIP Grandpa…I love you.
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Dearest Grandpa,

Before coming to see you, I was up in Port Hardy helping my reiki teacher Grandmother Kaariina move into her new home and started a garden for her. I shared with her Roy Orbison and we listened to his songs through the week while I shared the importance of you in my life. You have been, as grandparents can be, a profound influence to me. I have learned a lot from you.

In the early days when Nathan and I would visit you up at Quamichan Lake, you taught me the value of hard work as we cut down willows in the swamp. I learned about the rewards that come with seeing things to completion as we enjoyed your famous ginger ale floats after work. I remember one time I skipped out on work and I didn’t get my float – that didn’t happen again! The lesson of reaping what you sow has been in action for me over the last couple years working on a farm and caring for several acres of gardens.

You also taught me of the value of keeping an open mind and living with imagination. I think I was 12 or 14 years old when you told me about lucid dreaming and how you had opened your arms and during a dream. I tried for weeks using the tools you gave me until finally I was awake in a dream and flew up toward the dream sky. What a gift that was! Another time you told me of using dowsing rods by the swamp and finding your glasses – albeit unintentionally. These little bits of curiosity have added sparks to my life that I otherwise would not have had if I hadn’t learned to live with an open mind. Indeed, there is much more to this world that what we see with our two eyes. 

Several years ago, you sent me a birthday card and wrote on it “Do not be too concerned with the answers. Ask questions, and live in the inquiry.”

What wisdom was in that. My life has been infinitely enriched by living in a contemplative way, a contented way.  Being contemplative and asking questions allows me to ask “what gifts did Grandpa give me?” and to be able to share this. These are some of the ways you have positively impacted my life….of course there is so much more. The memories seem endless, here are a few

• watching and enjoying hockey games
• Having picnics at Williams park and many other places around Duncan and the Cowichan valley
• working in the swamp and canoeing on the lake
• walking the railroad to the trestle
• Dinners on the sundeck
• When you took Nathan and I to Basketball camp at a young age
• Long and interesting stories and conversations in the living room
• Tim Horton’s and your cousin Harry

And so much more. All of these memories and lessons will carry me through my life and perhaps one day I will be as wise as you are now. You can find me by the waters, in the garden, or on the basketball court.

Until next time, I love you.

Joel

By AuSierra

Holy Moly this is my first music release as a SOLO artist!  This thunderous soundscape will rattle your bones & electrify your soul. The spoken word poetry woven with otherworldly singing will take you on an enchanted, inner quest to receive wisdom from the whispers of the seed within you. This song was received walking along the generous, canyon rivers in Ojai, California & is the first song to be added to New Paradigm Records (Elah Scott’s new record label for conscious music- stay tuned for his solo music releases soon)! You can find “Seed of Remembrance” on Spotify & SoundCloud, search “AuSierra” & subscribe because this is one of many music, spoken word & meditation tracks ready to be unleashed! Your time is precious to me, so from the depths of my heart, it means the world to me for you to take a moment to listen  If you have the chance to really go on the journey, listen on headphones or big speakers to get the full sound transmission  (phone speakers don’t capture all of the deep base in this track). Biggest deepest respect & gratitude to my beloved music producer Elah, for constantly encouraging me to reach into my next creative edges, go solo & craft the exact sounds that I hear in my head! It is such a joy to continue co-creating with you in this new, exciting way! Spotify & SoundCloud links are located below  May this song connect us all to our unwavering commitment to planetary evolution  Infinite Blessings & Warm Wishes, AuSierra https://soundcloud.com/user-385569580/seed-of-remembrance

By Carolyn Little

“I worked in Grounds Zero and it changed me forever”

20 years ago today, I watched in horror as the World Trade Towers fell and there was no question that I would go to NY City and find a way to help.

I was 23 and briefly back in Delaware after living in Maui. I had a couple of months before I was to start working in Washington DC with the National Youth Leadership Forum’s Defense, Intelligence, & Diplomacy Conferences.

So a few days after 9/11, I met a friend in Queens. We went to the Salvation Army’s office just blocks from where the towers had fallen. It had become very restricted regarding who was allowed in, but a rescue team from Ohio had gotten delayed arriving and they were short on people, so they gave us ID’s, a hard hat, army poncho, and sent us in to Ground Zero.

One of my jobs was to deliver food and supplies to the canteen stands that were set up on various sides of the pile. Driving a mini John Deer pick-up past armed military personnel, I was dwarfed by the massive steel beams being taken out on tractor trailer trucks. I was working nights, sometimes 15+ hours, and more than once I fell asleep on the subway only to wake not knowing where I was.

At the pile, fire and rescue teams worked feverishly on adrenaline while some sat exhausted, dirty, weeping. The air was thick with dust, debris, and death and it rained most nights as if the earth and sky were weeping with us.

Every time an ambulance went by, those who were able to, would stop in a moment of silence. By this time, no one was found alive.

But there was a beauty in the midst of the devastation and destruction; a level of human connection that was pervasive. Strangers worked together tirelessly, selflessly in service, with a care and determination that was often met with deep appreciation for each other.

It was as if for that moment in time and space all that separated us was dropped and through a collective despair, grief, and perseverance we were united in our humanity.

To experience this pivotal moment first hand gave me insight into what we are capable of as human beings when all else is stripped away and we are left raw, empty, resilient, and united.

We have a long way to go, especially as we look at the increasing polarization in this country, but this knowing that lives within me fuels who I am, my purpose in this lifetime, and my hope in humanity.

Today may we remember the thousands of the lives that were lost on 9/11, along with the hundreds of thousands of lives lost in the 20 year war to follow. May we remember the Muslim community that has unjustly had to bear the burden of these violent acts.

May we meet one another with a gentle understanding of the suffering that touches the heart of each of us and yet is the very essence of our humanity that binds us as one.

Our healing must be a collective and communal one. And I have hope. I’ve seen it happen. Even if just for a moment in time.

In Love and Gratitude,
Carolyn Little

By Autumn Rose

Hola Abuelaaaaa,
Mmmmmm we’ve just arrived in Costa Mama and it’s sooooooo good to be back in her jungle embrace.

We’ve found such a sacred nest 15 mins from Dominical with a view of the mountains, with no neighbors nearby, spring water, and deep enough that we don’t really hear anything but the toucans and cicadas songs.

My heart has softened and expanded so much since being here the past couple days. The community pulse is strong, and people have taken back the power into their own hands since being shut down for not complying with all the nonsense, having organic Ferias at their homes with no masks and lots of dancing and delicious music and organic foods.

So many families and children with new parks that have been built. So many of our old friends have become parents and many of the mamas have come together to form collectives and working together to share their gifts. Upon arriving the first night I had a prolific dream of facilitating a potent gathering of women, inspiring our dreaming and growing into our fullest potential under this sacred sun. The boys are returning to the hum of the earth and becoming wilder and wilder by the minute.

Deep breath and collaborative service to the highest frequency emerging from my womb. Coconuts and gratitude for my deep listening that lead us here to this moment.
How are you doing, feeling, loving, standing, resting, dreaming, praying, being?

I’ve had so many friends reach out saying Canada is getting wild and I’ve been thinking about you. Sending my love to you and your family, I know you have deep roots Gma, but still feel called to check in with you.

I collaborated with Keah and we managed to film a creative endeavor while we were in Mexico, at the Mayan ruins of Ek Balam, translating to Black Star Jaguar. I share with you, from my Jaguar heart to yours.

Sending you so much love!

Strength and resilience from Costa Mama your way,
Autumn and the Roses xoxox

By Wyld Lee

WARRIOR’S PRAYER FOR THE RECLAMATION OF GAIA’S GRID Calling all Warriors of LOVE for LOVE in LOVE to gather + pray for the land… We humbly request your support in connecting with Gaia as a commUNITY + Remembering our Reciprocity with Her. She needs our help. Please perform this ritual often, far and wide. Center, grounding cord to the center, crown open to the stars… Breathe deeply; thirteen full belly breaths. Feel your conduit clear + charge with Universal Golden Radiance Placing both hands + feet upon the earth, upon the soil… Give consent + willingness to bond with Gaia as you speak this prayer…

I AM _____________, HUMAN CHILD OF THE UNIVERSE. MY BONES ARE MADE OF SOIL AND STARDUST. I BELONG TO YOU MOTHER GAIA. JUST AS I BELONG TO MYSELF. I AM YOU. WE ARE CONNECTED. I HAVE CHOSEN TO EMBODY IN THESE TIMES FOR THIS PURPOSE TO HOLD THE FREQUENCY OF LOVE. THE LAW OF THE GAIA GRID. MAY YOU BENEFIT FROM MY ENERGY + EMOTIONS AS I RE-ESTABLISH MY CONNECTION TO YOU HERE. MAY I REMEMBER ALL MY RELATIONS. MAY I REMEMBER ALL MY ACTIONS HAVE EFFECTS. MAY WE ALL REMEMBER WE ARE NOT HERE ALONE. WITH THIS BOND + WITH THIS PRAYER I RECLAIM THE LAND BENEATH MY HANDS + FEET IN THE NAME OF MOTHER GAIA. AS A WARRIOR OF LOVE FOR LOVE IN LOVE MAY SHE FEEL MY TENDER HEART AND KNOW I AM HERE, NOW TO DO THE WORK. TO LISTEN TO HER NEEDS. TO SPEAK UP WHEN SHE CANNOT BE HEARD. TO DO MY BEST AS A PERFECTLY IMPERFECT HUMAN ON MY OWN SOUL’S JOURNEY. TO BE A WARRIOR BY CARING DEEPLY FROM THE INSIDE OUT. TO COMMIT TO THE HEALING PATH. TO CHOOSE CONNECTION OVER DIVISION. AS I PRAY, I CONNECT TO ALL MY SOUL SIBLINGS ACROSS THE GLOBE AS WE RECLAIM HER SOVEREIGN SPACE WE ACTIVATE THE GRID AMPLIFY THE VIBRATION SHIFT THE TIMELINES VISUALIZING THE NEW EARTH IN HER IMAGE OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AS ABOVE, SO BELOW. AS WITHIN, SO WITHOUT. AND SO IT IS… AS IT ALWAYS WAS.

Thank you for joining us in these prayers. You belong, Warrior. You have a place here + we need your Medicine.

The Tree of Life is rooted in oneness, an infinite network of intertwined spirits that originate from the same base, connecting us all to our true nature. 

Regardless of opinion, race, gender, political view, religious or spiritual preference, we come from the same, and we will return to the same. 

This is the One Tree whose branches we hang from; its fruits are the children we birth to continue the cycle of life. We are human, and this is our shared humanity. 

In a time where we are encountering mass separation, natural disasters, climate crises, segregation, isolation, fear, difference of opinion, and harsh reactions to one another’s views, it is imperative to remember the Tree from which we all were fruited. 

We have entered a Code Red for Humanity. Generations of human choices — how we’ve mistreated the planet, and each other — have resulted in a space and time when Mother Earth is in deep suffering. We have become a parasitic growth on her body, slowly but steadily feeding off her abundance, in ignorance and greed, without giving back or adopting conscious patterns by which to live. 

While many of us choose not to partake in this behaviour, the reality is that many others have. And here we all sit, in the truth of what is transpiring now. 

There is still hope, I believe. But it requires — in the same context as the mass destruction we’ve incurred — a mass awakening and shift in our behaviours and attitudes. 

Will the next harvest of Her fruit, our children, be the ones to shift the balance and bring this beautiful planet back into harmony and alignment? It is our responsibility to start now. What our children observe, they repeat. 

It is time — urgently time — to care for our planet, make changes in how we live to minimize our footprint, and REMEMBER that we are ONE. Segregation and separation are illusions. Fear is not real. With forces attempting to separate us further, there is no time more potent to come to the root of the truth at the base of our One Tree. 

By casting out our neighbor for his or her opinion, we give energy to more destruction and more separation. Even if our own stand is based in truth. The only way to make change is to heal the fractures of separation through our own daily choices, our own perspectives and lenses, exhibiting love to repair the rifts that these times have created. We can be accountable for ourselves, and the ripple touches many. We can stand in our truth, in a peaceful but solidly unwavering way, without using hate, anger or judgement. 
We are the same. We can live in abundant love and respect for each other and the Earth. But the answer lies in making change NOW. There is no day but today. There is no one but you. And you are a piece of US. 

Blessed are the fruits of our children to ripen and make change, blessed is the strength of the trunk of our tree in our conviction, and blessed are the roots that connect us all to the truth of who and what we truly are. 

We must come together, not apart. Grandmother says Wake Up, Wake Up, We are Rising to the One. May your branches reach upward and outward, to touch the branches of your brothers and sisters. May your roots sink ever deeper, to access the core of our purpose in being alive at this time on the planet. For all our relations. 

About Deena
Deena is a mother, wife, writer, and has been an Iboga provider for the past six years. She experienced her first Iboga ceremony in 2012, during which she awoke from the spell of a 10-year opiate addiction. Soon after, she traveled to Gabon, Africa — the birthplace of Iboga and home to its people, the Bwiti — and has completed a Full Initiation into the medicine wisdom tradition. She is also among the first nine Western women to ever complete a Missoko Bwiti Rites of Passage. Since, Deena and her husband have held space for nearly 1,000 other warrior souls to journey with Iboga. Her sweet son, Atlas Fisher, was born October 3, 2020, his 36-hour labour steeping in the energies of October’s first of two full moons, and under a sky bright with Venus and Mars in visibility. Her sweet little family resides on the Southern Gulf Islands of BC, blessed each day by the Spirit of the Water.
Deena is currently working on her website, www.consciouscontent.co, where she’ll be offering resources and guidance for other women walking the path to truth. To learn when the site goes live, and to be included on her newsletter list, email her at deena@consciouscontent.co

For more information about Deena and her husband Jeremy’s Iboga ceremonies, visit www.ibogajourney.ca