How can you “live your truth” if you don’t even know what your truth is? You can’t live authentically until you understand how it feels when you’re lying to yourself.
Instead of wondering how to be memorable, can you dare to be forgettable instead? How your inevitable disappearance serves your Sacred Work by setting you free to live your TRUTH…
Looking for a magical mentor? Avoid working with a bad apple: the following 7 signs you’re working with a Bad Witch arose from experience. If they are happening to you now, read on for suggestions of what to do next.
In an era of co-dependency, what happens when our clients don’t *need* us anymore? Is it the end of our businesses? Or could it be the beginning of real Work with our tribe? Read on…
What exactly is “allowed” on the ayahuasca diet, and how long should you adhere to it? And why no sex? No media?
When preparing for an Ayahuasca Retreat in Central or South America, a specific, restrictive diet (also known as a dieta) is usually strongly suggested. But, is this diet really necessary? And if so, why does it matter?
Depending on who you ask, coffee is a poison or a potion… a healing elixir or a drug of choice. I, for one, believe in moderation. To me, good coffee is great medicine. Read on and make your own delicious cuppa Shamanic coffee with our killer recipe.
In eco/woo circles we tend to vilify man-made stuff and humans in general. We put animals on a pedestal, we put down men; we rage against governments and fight to save the rainforest. But humans ARE animals; men are just as important, valid, and worthy as women; and humankind has collectively created the systems that we despise. We are complicit.
After attending a sacred gathering, medicine ceremony, or any type of deeply spiritual/shamanic work, it can be challenging to re-integrate back into daily “normal” life. Read on to learn some practical tools for exactly HOW to step back into your life.
Nearly every ad, every drug, every experience, and every marketer promises freedom through their offering… Come here! This [whoozy-whatsit] is the key! Look at me! Psst, over here! I’ve got what you want… Bright eyed luminous-looking women promise location-independent lifestyles like trench coated drug dealers.
In my mind, I expected this birth to be harder than my first. I thought, “There is no way I can have it that good again. It almost wouldn’t be fair.” …
One ordinary day when I expected nothing but strolls and sandwiches, my dreams were dealt a crushing blow. Our little boy was diagnosed with autism. I held it together through the evaluation. I smiled and nodded encouragingly at all the right places.
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