The Story…
“Imagine, just imagine that you are here as a choice. That somewhere at some point before birth you so loved World that you poured yourself into it as the healing balm- as the descending and receptive grace. As the spirit, not just waking up from the World but graciously pouring itself back into the World- back into form- back into humanity as means to redeem it. To bring it to wholeness- to reveal the hidden completeness, the divinity within the disaster. IMAGINE for just a moment that THAT was your founding story. That THAT was the orientation of your life.” ~ Adayashanti
Hello~ My Mother named me Jamie Renee Lashbrook. My Soul renamed me Shira Stardrift. Some say we choose our names, and if we are committed to the journey, we may have many.
What is relevant for you to hear? What must be known? For many years I have had strong discomfort with labels. And, yet, what I have come to know is that honoring what my vessel has been shaped to transmit, honors the gift of my Life.
If I were to identify and distill it all down, I am a Wisdom Keeper. I remember my oaths and my contracts with the Goddess and mystery force of creation. My rootstock is made of what I call the Feminine Arts and Sacred Laws. How it all takes form is a constant devotion to listening deeply to my intuitive body that has been fortified by my many initiations, teachers and life experiences. I commune with Earth, I receive guidance from a Universal Council of allies, I align with the Womb of Creation. This is my altar. Earth is my altar. My life an incredible masterpiece and gift.
And, I am a simple woman with dreams, defeats, revelations and darkness. I love being human. My life story has chiseled me down to one truth.
All Things Rise From Love.
For over a decade I have worked as a Maya Abdominal Practitioner, Clinical Visceral Specialist, Breath Work Practitioner, mentor and ceremonialist with individuals and in groups. I am a writer, an herbalist, a harpist, a songstress, a lover, a mother to many, black sheep of the family- I am a salmon. The majority of my experiential resume comes from the classroom of Life.
I have seen miracles and know in my bones that they are not just for me or the few one may read about in all those books. Miracles are for you. A miracle is you.
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I have come to this life of service through extraordinary pain, oppression, disease, addiction and suffocation of my original voice and gift. As a woman I have unraveled most of my traumas through the descent into my womb, hearing the messages under the wounding and following the voice that emerges from the ash. It is a trust fall. Ritual has saved my life and I am devoted to the Goddess channel that speaks through me. I walk in two worlds. I am forever learning the capacities of my genius.
The thing of it is, I would do it all again. Resurrection of my true story has been, and will continue to be, my deepest self loving inner work. I know what made me and what I am made of. And, it doesn’t look like the current paradigm of war and scarcity.
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We all have a story don’t we? And if you sit and talk with most human beings their story will be filled with many moments of “I am this way because of (insert emotional event here)”. Our stories are so important and must be shared. However, what I have come to realize is that after the story is told, unless it is re-mythed into medicine nothing changes.
In fact, when the story is repeated without transformation, we begin to derive our identity and power from that story. It becomes entrapped in the body and loops us into all kinds of snags, triggers and repeat traumas in life.
We all come into this human existence with some influence of pains, traumas and memories stored in the DNA (or epigenetic DNA) banks of our lineage. But we also come in as a blank slate of wonder and love open to the imprints of everything we see, taste, touch and dream. That blank slate is always there underneath the script of those past pains and traumas ready for the wonder of your life to be remembered. This remembrance of your true nature will slowly remyth these stories of pain. How do we remember? We return to the greatest gift. We return to what is breathable and palpable and has been with you in every single moment of this beautiful life. We return to the body. We return to the breath. We align with the Heart.
The body is the ultimate story keeper- a sacred novel that intricately weaves events from this life and lives past. I bow to the resilience and intelligence that navigates the incoming messages from all that we encounter in life. However, this system can only sustain so much of our own Self undoing and turning away. We are often so disillusioned and distracted by our mind and the stories it has on repeat, we can’t hear clear the voice of the ally in the body’s wisdom. In fact we label our discomforts as disease and turn to outside sources to alleviate our discomfort. We rarely stop, sit, get quiet and centered and ask the source- our body- “what’s wrong? why do you hurt? how can I help?”.
The physical body was designed to transmute pain, pleasure, stress and illness to keep us in harmony (it really likes harmony). It was designed to “let go” through breath, tears, mucus, bowel elimination, sweat, orgasm, laughter, movement, sleep, birth, blood and death. It does not want to hold on to pain and only responds in contraction, disease and discomfort when we close the gates of release and fear the “letting go”. Letting go for most means weakness. Letting go for most feels frightening as we don’t know if the dam will break and our tears will drown us.
But water is what we need. The tears that break you open also nourish the arid soul. From here life can blossom in the way it was always meant- in abundance for you and all.
I have always said- NO ONE really knows, and we have one little blip of a moment here in this wild beautiful ride so why not just try magic on for size? Because from what I have seen- all those other options- they ain’t workin out so well.
May this site be a space of solace and inspiration through its prayers, poems, medicines and mirroring of your magic.
Blessed Be,
Shira Stardrift.
