Author: CoCreavatars

It’s been almost two years since I gave birth to my sun Kanou.
I breathe and feel myself, grounded and feeling whole again.
For a short while ~ I felt myself dissolve into the responsibilities that come with motherhood. Asking myself, where am I? In this beautiful mess? Feeling lost at times, forgetting how miraculous it is simply to nourish and tend to another life, simultaneously breaking open to the love of creator more and more everyday.

Pregnant with my child, I dreamed of blossoming in motherhood, when I crossed the threshold I felt a new found sense of belonging to this earth, to my self, and to god.

All my life I’ve known I’m here to share my love in the unique expression of my soul, I’m here to assist in the healing of wombyn, to encourage the deepening of connection to our sacred bodies, wombs and voices.

And I’ve wondered, how? When will I be ready?

I feel I’ve come full circle, I’ve emptied myself to be filled with the pure love of god.
Nothing can satiate hunger & thirst, like the love of our creator.

I’ve found this love through unravelling the barriers of my beliefs and stories, and opening my heart to life.

I’ve found a deep inner strength and inspiration to ground myself and my purpose into the earth. I actually feel ready.

The excitement of being alive is bubbling forth again, I feel it fluttering, inviting me to say YES to life. YES to showing up in my strength, YES to letting the love in.

I’ve been initiated and i recognize my place as a nurturer, giver of life, and the fiercely loving presence of SISTER. Here to serve the wellness of the womb and the rejuvenation of our voices.

When I was pregnant, I birthed an organic plant dyed clothing business. I needed work from home doing something I love, and creator guided me to this.

Many times I broke down in tears and frustration, feeling incapable of birthing my vision, inadequate or overwhelmed. Now i see clearly, how precious every step along the way was.

Every time we want to give up, and we move through it, even if it’s messy…
We fortify our resilience, our inner knowing that we are capable, this is one step on our path.

I’ve lost myself in the seemingly intangible balance of motherhood/entrepreneurship/art- to FIND myself feeling at peace with the beautiful mess and nestling into my souls purpose.

That which is showing up for the healing and tending to the womb and voice of womban.

Cozy and Spice has evolved and inspired me to birth a product I call MOONDIES!

Organic moon undies, lovingly handmade/dyed with a cozy pad sewn in designed for free bleeding. Herbal womb warming pouches that you heat in your toaster oven and herbal remedies from my garden formulated to bring deep healing and relief to the womb space, uterus and Yoni.

We’re also providing a sanctuary for women to relax, feel safe and dive into their deep inner treasure of song, womb wisdom and yoni steaming.

I’m eternally thankful to be walking on this earth and learning the ways of beauty and grace. Every day opening my heart just a little bit more,
And nourishing the courage to be a vessel of god’s love.

Xo – Sarah

“Sarah Love is an artist of the heart, a mother, and creatrix of Cozy and Spice, an evolving project oriented towards wombans wellness.”

For inquiries about yoni steaming/ sound healing/ voice activation circles on Maui, or and Cozy and Spice products you can email me at cozyandspice@gmail.com or find us on Instagram @cozyandspice

Before we’re born, we agree to our own birth. We agree to experience a human life on Earth. We agree on the time and place. We agree on the life experiences that will expand and further our soul’s journey. And we agree to choose the parents who will raise us. 

The parents who create and birth us into being have everything to do with our journey. And there is “no good/no bad” about it. 

When you zoom out, “bad” parents serve their highest purpose because they teach us how not to be. They present traumas that are perfectly aligned with what our soul needs to evolve in this lifetime.

There are no mistakes. When we zoom out and recognize that the soul moves through many lives — each one presenting an opportunity to learn and grow — we know that each piece of each lifetime is placed on a path of divine perfection. 

But since 2012, it’s become more and more clear that humans are rapidly waking up. We are courageously healing ourselves and joining forces to help cocreate a New Earth. 

In this period of time, a new type of child is being born — born to parents who have shown up and healed the patterns and intergenerational traumas of their own families and ancestors. Parents who have literally ended cycles. 

Ending an ancestral cycle is a shit-ton of work. So many of us are called to take our efforts one step further. With our own cycles ended, we have the ability to birth children with a clean slate — giving them an opportunity we did not have — to immediately begin fulfilling unlimited potential. 

And so a New Earth has begun, shining through the eyes of each baby born to conscious parents. Children are arriving on Earth free from the grips of toxic patterns and conditioned beliefs, able to achieve their purpose without first having to shed baggage that wasn’t theirs to begin with. (Work that, as we know, can sometimes take half of one’s lifetime).

This is the beauty of conscious conception. That we as parents have chosen to create the most sacred space possible — spiritually, mentally and physically — with the intention of inviting a little soul to join us. 

As an Iboga provider who has also worked with many other plant and animal medicines over the past decade, I knew I was ready for a tiny StarSeed to come through. I knew that I could offer a child what I didn’t receive when I was young. And my husband was on the same page.

But we had been struggling to conceive for over three years. I realized that true conscious conception is more than simply spiritual and mental clarity — my physical body was not in line with my intentions, and I knew in my heart that I wasn’t fertile. 

My physical body was extremely unwell. After an 8-month healing journey spent separate from my husband, involving plant medicines, acupuncture, hydro-colonic therapy and homeopathic remedies — homeopathics being the main source of healing — I flew to Mexico, reunited with my husband, and was pregnant within a week. 

I know my son had been hovering somewhere among the stars, waiting for the right moment to enter my womb. The moment his Mama healed all aspects of her being — mental, spiritual and physical — so that a conscious conception could finally take root. 

Finally, as I was lying under a blanket of a million stars against a purple-black Mexican sky, not yet knowing I was pregnant, I saw the brightest star in the sky twinkling at me. I got a message, “I am your star. I have always been with you. You will always find me.”

Months later, my son’s name came through. Atlas. In my mind, I worked over the sound of it, the way the letters played with one another, and I knew there was no other name for him. 

About a month after that, a friend sent us a video he’d found on the internet. It detailed a comet that had been sighted earlier that year. (In fact, the first sighting of it from Earth occurred on the Big Island of Hawaii, where I used to live in my 20’s). The sighting had occurred the same time my son was conceived. It described the comet as a bright light in the sky, brighter than all the stars around it.

They named it Comet Atlas. 

In ancient civilizations, comets are known to be harbingers of difficult times ahead. Comet Atlas showed up in early 2020, just before the word COVID meant anything to anyone. 

My son is strong. Our family walks the path of truth, and the way of truth is the way of love. My son carefully chose this challenging time to enter life on Earth. His conscious conception ignited this deeply important journey. 

May he navigate this potent lifetime just as the Atlas of Greek Mythology, holding the weight of the world and the cosmos above his head with a strength unprecedented, unwavering. May he hold it all, all that we’re moving through collectively, by being part of the solution. 

I thank him for arriving at the perfect time, for joining his tiny brothers and sisters, who are showing up and being born all around the world, consciously conceived with a shared agreement to reimagine a world held by the True Mother. 

And I thank all the medicine parents who have shown up as vessels and guides, consciously seeding these precious ones. May the true fruits of our labours — all of our ceremonies and all of our work — ripen and nourish the souls of our children, and the world they cocreate. 

by  Kumu Mālia Ko’i’ulaokawaolehua Helelā

ʻĀina, By Naiʻa Lewis  

“As humans, we are sustained by the natural world, as we are nature. Sun and rain are key ingredients but so is the light of the moon which provides us life-giving vibration, and channel the light of the sun in a unique way that guides in the darkness of our nights.”  

— Naiʻa Lewis  

Hawaiians recognize the gravitational power of the moon. 

Hina, the goddess of the moon, is Ka-wahine-umeume; 
the woman who draws, 
entices 
and attracts. 

The moon draws the tides and affects the flow of magma. 
She even moves the sap in the plants. 
The Hawaiian lunar calendar has names and wisdom for each phase of the cycle. The days following the Full Moon are known as the Medicine Moons called Lāʻau. 

This is the time of harvest.
The time when the active constituents are drawn to the leaf tips.
This is when the flow of life is at its fullest.
So that is when they are harvested.  

What is being drawn forth in you dear one as the moon flows? And pulls your gifts forth into the world? What is pouring from your heart now?

As the ocean lifts her shimmering face in reply to the moon’s call. As the sap flows rich with medicine. As the magma rises and flows onward.

Blessings for the full moon to you my friends. 



With warm aloha,
Kumu Mālia Ko’i’ulaokawaolehua Helelā
 

Write to Kumu Mālia and learn more about her work and offerings through her traditional hula hālau, or school, named Nā Hula Ola Aloha here: https://stillandmovingcenter.com/malia-helela/

Mālia Ko’i’ulaokawaolehua Helelā :: Kupuna Wisdom Keeper & Contributing Author:: Mālia Ko’i’ulaokawaolehua Helelā strives to live a life of grace. Her hula hālau, or school, named Nā Hula Ola Aloha, meets at Still & Moving Center. Completing her ‘ūniki under Kumu Hula Puluelo Park in 2002, she now teaches hula and oli to a wide range of students, from infants and toddlers to elders, kupuna. Mālia studied oli (traditional Hawaiian chanting) under Kumu Hula John Keola Lake.

Nai’a Lewis :: Contributing Artist :: Naiʻa was born and raised in Hawaiʻi. Her mission is to develop and share products, tools, and experiences that empower people and communities, and increase our creative-capacity and ability to be self-reflective and solutions-oriented. Her inspiration is fed by a singular vision –– a global community co-creating, stewarding and thriving within a loving and inclusive world. Website: https://naialewis.design IG: @_naialewis

By Grandmother Kaariina

What would happen to our global biofield, our morphogenetic field, when millions chose NO MORE NEWS and NO MORE NETFLIX!

Here are alternatives to habituated programming of our neuronal and nervous systems:

DEFIANT SPIRITS: the modernist revolution of the Group of Seven*a contextual defining search for what is Canadian ARTinvoking that same spirit within readers now seeking to define health!*a mixture of anecdotes, biographies, social history, perceptive analysis: we can travel the parallel paths and bring light to these current circumstances we revoke imitation and enter the realms of the ARTISTsWAY OF LIVING fully*Ross King

THE GOOD LISTENER: Helen Bamber and a Life Against Cruelty*the path of a young jewish woman raised to confront and to face torture, victimization, abhorrent cruelty, yields within readers an emotional response of equivalency. How can humans hurt so intolerably other humans? *this was a biography that wove itself through my soul and bodies so much so that I could only read a chapter every 4 nights and dreamt so deeply as though working to clear the akashic records of nazi Germany, the making of unethical medical practices called EXPERIMENTS, and the awakening of my own whistleblowing within family, within students within our team, within the global viofield hosting allopathic and pharmaceutical EXPERIMENTS. Noteworthy especially for these times, The Discipline of Love, and Taking Histories! By Neil Belton.

TERRA NOVA: global revolution and the healing of love. Dieter Duhum; Sabina Lichtenfels, healing biotopes as a living EXPERIMENT serving as an antidote to the possibilities of repeating fascist and nazi terrorism*all of humanity is trapped in a collective field of trauma and what is now possible is to take on assessing the collective indicators of what the roots of such trauma induction are. To agree, with a small committed group of souls, to remember such horror and from within the grief, to arise at a more divine calling rather than retribution jealousy revenge punishment arriving on the tongues of judgment, is a calling for indefatigable energies. The Tamera Project in Southern Portugal is one of the severalcentres dedicated to personal relational earthwise global peace. NOTE: a wearthy work in progress addressing unresolved issuessuch as sexuality money women men gender relations ways of family raising children on land based practices without separation no isolation continuum of cocreative expressions all the while tracking the results with solar energies harnessed, water systems developped, housing systems that reflect individual familial needs as well as respecting community on earth.

THE DETOX MIRACLE SOURCEBOOK*raw foods and herbs for complete cellular regeneration. This is my original calling for my life’s purpose: to study HEALTH and all of its components, acknowledging the womb wounds inherited at conception from the genetic eggs of mothers lineages well as the genetic seeds of fathers lineage and consequently become the revolutionary that steps into coevolution with earth and within the elemental biofield! Robert Morse ND reminds us that natural ways are the ancient ways thousands of years of wisdom caring sharing growing yielding HEALTH while allopathy grounded in battlefields and emergencies is but 160 years old and completely separated from holistic patient story taking and from the medicines of the earth. SEE page five: Ten Steps for Success in Detoxing. From my perspective, for each family to say YES to this would end cycles of gender conflict, familial neglect of children, sexual abuse, bullying and what is very possible, ending genocide!

YES magazine: journalism for people building a better world. From Whidbey Island, Washington State, USA, www.yesmagazine.org  1 800 937 4451 is nonprofit independent reader-supported and joyously accountable for serving as a transparent organism, alive and well, gathering stories with inherent solutions for currently rising issues!*I particularly review the special issue for spring 2020:THE WORLD WE WANT and sharing five visions for a just, sustainable, compassionate future.

COLOUR ENERGY: colour your moods blends these booster blends of 100% naturally therapeutic oils blended with colours, offering their natural healing messages, invites us to render our GRIEF and its stages to a bath, to a self-massage, to a tender coloured hug for our beloved ones so that we can be the colourful difference, the change we want to see on earth!NOTE: Gma of the Turquoise Heart is METAMORPHOSIS! Change is good when it inspires you to reach for your divine accord and express your greater cocreative potentials! www.colourenergy.com

TRUTH and FICTION: Coronavirus Gregg Braden offers a series of YouTubes relevant for the shift of perspectives of these times.*easeful to listen to, with clear power points, these are informative, challenging, reassuring, and kind.

MEDCRAM: a youtube series hosted by as delightfully curious and inquiring medical journalist, Doctors who are in the heat of this moment in the changing of the guard of Medicine, step into the limelight often times returning to neutricals such as Vitamin D3, quercetin, magnesium, Vitamin Cas well as clearly explaining the workings of a VIRUS, this one’s transmutative forms, the workings of the two pharmaceutical inoculations, while others stand for building and the howtos, of the psychoneuro immunological systems!

So, beloved CoCreavatars!

We are an international intergenerational multicultural community living spaciously on earth, devoted to exploring discovering remembering that we are the LivingAncestors, that we are living an EXPERIMENT that invites a healing of our collective hearts. 

As we move through these rites of passage, we emerge with maturity and wisdom to know the difference and become the CHANGE!

Just for today, precious readers, share our resources, and give us yours so that our ImagiNation expands back to source with humour and with humility!

For all relations

The sun has set into its darkest horizon beyond the far edge of the northwest Pacific ocean.  I no longer have a sense of the THERENESS, the over thereness.  That of the mainland of supernaturally beautiful British Columbia, Canada.  The snowclad mountains replete with bowls, those coastal mountain ranges bequeathing valleys to those who live and travel there are now hidden in this darkness.

Earlier I read THE STORY OF EVERYTHING by Neal Layton, complete with popups, with our five-year-old Tlell, granddaughter of the wilderness!

Here in this STORY OF EVERYTHING, Neal does not journey into the darkness, the NOTHINGNESS from which all arises. In such darkness, in this night cursed by millions, it may be perceived as a time-space for invasions, for abuse, for the fangs of starvation to eat deeper into rotting flesh.

For others, such as GMA and her granddaughter, the darkness has an illuminating quality that receives us completely.  For those so blessed, it has a velvety quality that renders us a rest a relaxation from more habituated ways of inhabiting the daylight.
Up here on North Vancouver Island, the stars piercingly break through this velvety bowl, and now the night sky,s dome contains the fulling of a January Cold Moon.

These are signatures for my Dancing Moon Dance memories, and my body still anchors the radiances of four years of recalibrations and realizations of elementals dancing within us, 180 women, robed in white cotton, trimmed in turquoise ribbons, flowers on our crowns!
And thus, for millions, the darkness is an Old Friend, welcoming us to such menomics, letting the beliefs, the thoughts, the words, the actions and experiences of the suns lit daytime dissolve.

Let this day go softly, Gratefully, let it go, Into the nightscape, That all beings may take rest and let life be.

In these transmutative moments, hours, the configurations of distressors dissolve, in these transfigurative moments, egoic defenses soften.

All that was writ upon the pages of our AKHASA,all fades into the GREAT NOTHINGNESSfrom whence all once emerged.

For all that we as living ancestors created, experienced, can now return to its SOURCE. WHEN WE PERCEIVE that we are SAFE!

What a relief, to return to this Great Nothingness for it is death indeed, complete with exhales that sink deep within the bodies relaxed not relapsed into some kind of stupor, drug or income induced.

To behold Darkness as our Old Friend into which enter to float, is a remembering of our original darkness, our original cosmic floating timespace wherein for a few sacred and holifying lifetimes, we journeyed within watery containments womblike and serenely trusting that we will at some point arrive.

So we surrender to TRUST that we are indeed held in all ways, and that we need DO nothing. Tonight, as humanity, let us invoke the darkness that holds us in such compassionate velvety ways. Let us share that Northern Hemispheric presence of intensified starlight with those whose traumatized eyes, hearts, minds and bodies cannot behold.

Tonight in the Southern Hemisphere whence you arise into the light of yet another day of life itself, may our prayers be to share the blessing of life to arise within knowing that each prayer surrounds millions of those who have forgotten that we are indeed prayed into another reality.

For THIRTEEN MOONS, since January 2020, the global biosphere has been invaded with humanity’s uncooked seeds, with unresolved issues arising from stories whose authors have not held selves accountable for our perceptions, our points of view. Residual karma has claimed its due in the forms of flesh of humans, four-leggeds, winged ones, insects, amphibians, great and small finned ones, trees, plants, fruits, vegetables, and infected all of our elementals.

It is a DEBIT UNION conjuring up more and more interest that fails to inspire our reunification, our remembering to why we are here on earth in the first place.
These interest rates are not interested in our seven generations of children nor our earthly queendom.  They are incurred by core beliefs of those still not receiving our prayers.  Those who at the core believe in consumptive capitalism rather than a gifting to the earth economy. The politicization of our climate rather than the weather between hearts. The commodification of HER natural resources rather than respect for HER.

At our innermost cervical ring, wumanity is awakening to the thirteen munay ki, to the tracking of our lunar cycles and abiding within our own wombs tides.  Our biologies epigenetic traumas of being ignored, disrespected, abused, exploited, are cramping their ways through ovulation through fallopian tubes to nest within endometrius’ juiciness, soon to descend and move through that RING to the freedom from those traumas.

Women are revealing and revelling in the freedom to breathe equally the primordial wisdom of ages of women so often burned at stakes alive, women who served as suffragettes, women of colours who stood for each other not in competition, knowing ONE WOMB, ONE MOON, ONE CYCLEand universal passages from stage and cycle to another!

We are accepting confessions, apologies, gratitude and new responses to our cycles and the MOON CALENDARS are indicators of a new and next for of coevolutionary leaps into another species; one of cooperativitas!

Billions of women quake in the darkness despite the full moons.  In all directions of our medicine wheels, we feel your pain. We know your unacknowledged suffering.  We hold and behold your journey as sacred and now, please accept our prayers! We are ONE WOMB and in darkness shall we each and all know the velvety release to rest.

We are now on the brink of the LEAPING into the NEW MOON, St Brigid’s time.  We as a collective are re-orchestrating our cells our systems that we can serve fully as INSTRUMENTS in an earth accorded harmony. We are becoming humane, empathic, compassionate and deeply mature, as the OLD VIEW of external authority, outer saviour, overpowering lord or lady, that signatured prescription, that bottle of pills, those inoculations, the one with multiple letters after their names, all of this is the OLD kaleidoscope, multiple views, aspects, shapes, forms moved by the few who know how and when and with whom to shift the wrist!

NOW, however, there are millions of us with NEW EARTH Kaleidoscopes! Millions of us are shifting the views and bringing pieces together in new permutations on a new groundedness.  It is the STORY OF EVERYTHING beginning to emerge complete with popups, from the earth’s messages via those of us who listen to HER.

The despair of the GRIEF WHEEL upon which millions have walked in Thirteen Moons has been deeply felt. And it is the heart’s desire, the earth hearts desire that we finally rest.  From this war, on viruses, between each other, from this war on disease to realize that is not the way of peaceful warriors, the way of artists of the new earth life.

Not the way of shifting from the perception of incurable diseases, to reversing signatures of diseases by living according to healthy ethical principles.  So for now, rest in this : there are reversings of signatures unfolding daily naturally.

These are miracles and yet the science of conscious cocreation knows these are repeatable. There coexist within the true wilderness of our authentic power, moments of greatness hours of truth days of oneness and that shifts  EVERYTHING.

**POW** can mean something totally different than a prisoner of war choose what you want three letters to mean and become a meaning giver! Proclaim it as so and it shall be!

Thirteen Moons reflecting humanity’s crusades, wars, militaristic might, the suffering of mllions of children now hungry, millions of women starving for birthrights, millions of men angry with authorities yet in grief and not yet claiming the truths universal that lead all of us to healing LOVE!

From our innermost GODPOINT, just for now, in stillness, in silence, into the darkness, my Old Friend,let us go hand in hand and ask: what have we realized about FEAR?

And when the beads of sweat appear on our collective foreheads as we experience the collective fires of our shame that has bound us for more than a millenium, let us take the beads of our wisdom our insights, pull them through the mala threads, and unequivocally voice our personal and collective mantras, resonating once more to a unified accord in harmony! For there beyond the veils of our delusion beyond the trails of tears and torture beyond the fear of dying and purposeless death live us. United as souls.

We are, Old Friends, in this Cold Moon night, so run barefoot on the snow-frosted earth, stand naked with children and grandchildren, watching the transformation of inner heat as breath turned into steam!

Embrace the darkness from whence we each have come several lifetimes from that same darkness and now rest, be at peace.

Though this night of the soul has been perceived as long though the light emergent seems as though a spark in time though the song of soul may disappear tomorrow IT is indeed wearth emerging like a great winged one for in this way, Old Friend, We move together in ONE STORY OF EVERYTHING!

For all of our relations deep delight and deeper prayer may all be at peace.

Deena DiBacco 

Initiation into Motherhood is a 13-month cycle — referred to as the Childbearing Year — which encompasses two months prior to conception, nine months of pregnancy, and two months following birth. 

Of these stages, pre-conception is one that is often underestimated in its importance.

Preparing the body, mind and spirit for a soul’s arrival is exceedingly important — it’s like creating a sacred nest for your little spirit to rest. A place free of toxicity and energetic debris where your child grows and develops. What nest could be more important to create? 

The months leading to my own conception were potent; I witnessed healing on every level — mental, physical and spiritual — in an unprecedented way. 

My dedication to mind-body-spirit healing prior to conception seeded a sacred pregnancy — a dream my husband and I had been trying to fulfill for over three years, without success — and can also be attributed to the incredible magic that our son carries. 

SPIRITUAL PREPARATION

My pre-conception journey began spiritually, with a medicine dive using Iboga, a visionary root native to Central West Africa. My husband and I have been Iboga providers for six years, and I’ve had many journeys since my first in 2012 — but this one was deeply spiritual for my own feminine healing. 

It was my initiation into womanhood — a movement I had been avoiding my entire life. As an abused child, I always feared my womanliness. I remember the trauma of getting my first period, crying and begging God to take it away, taping down my breasts during puberty, wanting to stay a child forever. 

But in my journey, Iboga pushed me to awaken something in me badly needing release. I recognized now was the time to embrace being a woman.  Without this, I believe I would never have become pregnant. 

By no longer denying the truth about what I am — a strong woman — and accepting and loving it by embodying the Goddess without fear, shame, or guilt, I became prepared to spiritually conceive. I gained respect for what a woman is created to be — a giver and sustainer of life. A literal bridge on which souls travel between the spiritual and physical worlds. 

A potent piece in my medicine journey was the presence of legendary Spirit Warrior and Woman of Women, Grandma Kaariina, who was staying with me at my yurt home for two weeks. She sat with me during my ceremony, drumming and singing, mending the bones of a woman once broken. 

She and I worked all the next day, and the days to come. As I integrated my Iboga teachings, Grandma took me deeper. We accessed parts of my ancestry where women in my lineage were abused, as well as parts of my own life and abuse. She ushered me to my feet and together we rose from the ashes to dance the song we were meant to feel — the movement into the feminine. 

MENTAL PREPARATION

One of Iboga’s greatest gifts is a reset. The reset can be felt at every level of our being, but I’ve noticed that people are consistently humbled and awed by the mental reset it provides. 

The day after an Iboga journey, there is a stillness of mind. And if thoughts enter, we have an opportunity to view them from a third-party perspective, watching them pass and consciously choosing whether or not to attach to them — something many of us have lost the ability to do. 

When you work with Iboga, regardless of what your journey looks or feels like, you get your mind right. Every. Single. Time.

In this space, I shattered my old mental constructs surrounding questions like, “Can I conceive? Is something wrong with my body? Will I be a good enough mother? Will my child take on the patterns and traumas that I have played on loop in my own life? Will my child even like me?”

By clearing the mental slate and moving away from old stories and fears, my mind found a safe place to create new stories and truths, and the thoughts that were previously blocking my ability to offer a sacred womb dissolved. I cleared the space in my mind, and so there became space to birth a new chapter. 

PHYSICAL PREPARATION

The final piece in my pre-conception journey was physical wellness. 

I had been suffering from illness for years. After a trip to Central West Africa — spent barefoot and naked in the jungle, eating and drinking whatever was prepared by villagers, being bitten by countless mosquitoes, and enduring some intensely wild experiences — I returned to Canada tired, but feeling great. 

A month later, I became sick. That illness did not leave me for over three years. I still don’t know what caused it, but healing began the day I stopped focusing on how sick I was — and consciously chose to get well. 

After my Iboga journey with Grandma Kaariina, it became a clear priority to get my body and anatomical systems functioning again. Our combined downloads brought forth my next steps — acupuncture and hydro-colonic treatments, followed by an intense 8-month regimen of homeopathic remedies. 

Both wholistic care professionals I sought out are masters in their craft, and the dedication with which I entered their care — as well as the high level of intuitive therapies they provided — resulted in me feeling better than I had before Africa, in under a year. 

I had been apart from my husband for much of this time, while I was getting well. As soon as I was healthy, I flew to see him in Mexico, and within a week, I was pregnant. 

It became obvious to me that on many levels, my body had not been functioning optimally, and I had not been healthy enough to conceive a child. 

And with my anatomical systems finally working properly, it became truly effortless to conceive.

COMING FULL CIRCLE

Preparing myself for conception — by consciously nurturing the space of time before becoming pregnant — was the healing tool I had been seeking for years. 

And while I personally benefited from healing my mental, spiritual, and physical wounds, the effect on my sweet boy is even more profound. Because I cleared dis-ease from all levels of my being, the path was clear for my son, and those old residues and energies did not stick to him.

The ultimate purpose of being an awakened human who is called to procreate is this: to plant seeds for a new generation, and assist in the sprouting and flourishing of a New Earth. One in which our children do not repeat the same negative patterns we have. In which they care for themselves, the planet, and each other. In which they recognize oneness in all things, and respond — instead of react — to all situations with Love. Not by trying to live life, but by letting life live them. 

Raising children who don’t absorb the ancestral patterns and traumas we have carried means we must shed them ourselves first. Because we are the ones our ancestors prayed for. We are the ones whose duty is to break cycles and patterns, and clear a path of infinite potential for our children — so that they may create something far greater than we have ever known. 

Conscious Conception waits just on the other side of this bridge, a bridge of mind, body and spirit preparation. Deena’s journey of Conscious Conception will be shared in next month’s CoCreavatars Newsletter.

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

By Tina Marie Smith

As a child I knew there was much joy and wonder in the wild world and that there were fun and magical helpers that were eager and happy to spend time with me! Hours disappeared as I danced and shared belly laughs with my friends under the big Oak tree that stood at the very edge of our yard. A day came when I was made fun of and was told that I was too old to have “imaginary friends”. With the strong desire to be accepted I immediately let those magical little friends go. That is where my journey of disconnection and reconnection began. The journey from ignoring my connection to answering the call and retrieving my wild heart and soul.

My quest to belong and to be accepted began. A quest that I was determined to succeed at, even though it meant stifling my innate knowing and my personal values. I went to college and then worked in the field of social services. My parents and loved ones were proud of me. My colleagues and clients sang praises and as rewarding as it was, I was suffocating in the very box that I had very consciously created. A box I built to be a valued member of society.

The realization came that it was time for new ACTION! I connected with my Spirit Helpers and asked for signs and guidance. An opportunity arose. A trip to the wild lands of Northern Ontario where I heard the call.

As I drew closer to my destination of Wawa Ontario, I could feel my Spirit expand like new life was being breathed into my body. The faces of the Rock people were abundantly clear, offering me a welcome that brought tears to my eyes. The Hummingbirds surrounded me and shared their dances of joy and happiness. There were Farey Rings in the many places I visited, inviting me to come dance and laugh with the little ones again! The Trees eagerly shared their vitality with me. An Eagle showed me that my prayers for direction were being heard, and the Ravens surrounded me everywhere that I travelled, assuring me that magical things were in the making!

Reconnected and filled with joyous curiosity, there was no doubting that these Wild Lands were to be my new home!

Summer turned into Autumn, and I relocated to my newfound home in Wawa Ontario a 1000kms away from my birthplace and my birth family. There has not been one moment of regret. By acknowledging the signs of the wild world and answering the call I have reconnected with my “imaginary friends”, and to my playful heart and Spirit. I am revitalized and expansive again. When that little girl of mine shows up with that old desire to belong, I take her to play outside and remind her that we are safe and supported here by the love and power of the Wild Ones, that we are at home.

Tina Marie Smith is a certified Usui Reiki Master, Meditation facilitator, and Soul Resonance Practitioner. The work she does assists others to reconnect with their Souls passions and purpose to help raise the vibration of Individuals, Humanity and the beautifully generous Earth that we walk on.

Photo credit (photo of me doing Reiki by Wawa Lake) to James Smedley of James Smedley Outdoors

Contact Information:

tinasmith931@gmail.com, Facebook: Reiki and Meditation with Tina

P.O. Box 282, Wawa On. P0S 1K0, 705 852 0862