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 calls me Shira Stardrift. Some say we choose our names, and if we are committed to the journey, we may have many.
I don’t like labels. If you asked my clients, friends and lovers (including the trees that know me) they would name me as such that I, humbly, can never name myself.
So I call myself a Wisdom Keeper. I am a devotee to and vocalizer of the Goddess in their many faces. My realm of work lies within the womb body physically and archetypally held within all created beings regardless of gender, race, shape and size.
I am a simple woman with dreams, desires and darkness.
For close to a decade I have worked as a Maya Abdominal Practitioner, Clinical Visceral Specialist, Breath Work Practitioner, Mentor and ceremonialist with individuals and in groups. The majority of my experiential resume has derived from a deep devotion to listening to the Earth and soul forces that govern the mystery of Life.
Through resurrecting old world practices of wisdom keeping with new age awarenesses to modernity and psychology, I am able to bridge dualities into a healing pathway of mythic interpretations. My resume reflects a life that lost its way until “one day.” (I have seen miracles)
I hold a Master’s degree in Faith and Belonging from the High Order of Benevolent allies. Meaning, I learned in the classroom of Life and by my genius in listening to the lessons of the Otherworld. I am a salmon. The narrower the path the clearer becomes my song.
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My oath in our work together is to mirror your ability to find your way home and NEVER project anything that clouds your authentic heart and original voice. And, I will never work harder than you and deprive you of the journey you must take to steward yourself.
This is not a path to certification that can be turned to commodity. It is a path back to your original oath and that may look like having “less” rather than more at first until you reclaim your true worth.
I cannot give you anything that you don’t already have available within you. No one can give you permission to walk your path but you. How you come to learn, listen to AND follow your voice of wisdom, and align with your gift, requires understanding of certain oaths and codes that uphold right relationship and reciprocity.
I will weave in your ancestors because knowing, healing and allying the dreamers before you is advocacy for the planet.
I believe the medicine created the wound. We will uncover that medicine by tenderly holding the wounded parts and giving them voice in the face of shame, guilt, fear, pain and all of the conditionings a human life can inherit. A great gift I hold is to catalyze the emerging shadows through the lens of a great compassion that will shift your architecture back to love. Somewhere inside of us all there is a knowing that, despite the pains and tragedies of humanity, there is a force mysterious that is courting us into unfathomable love and full initiation into Self that is connected to Source.
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.
I have held close to a thousand individuals in all transitions of life and have witnessed, touched on, cried over and helped redeem more pathologies and traumas than most could fathom. Starting with my own.
I have held and witnessed men as they descend into the archetypal womb to recover their warriorship and devotion to the Earth.
I have guided hundreds through the gates of femtheogenic experiences with breath, plants and prayers.
I am trauma aware and versed in the individual and collective nervous system.
Whoosh- that is a lot of “I’s”. This is an important relationship and you must have some idea of me to understand the stories I have re-mythed and the path I have walked that informs our work together.
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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.
As we unravel our stories, our emotional and physical sensations can become intensified. Those places in your body that held false beliefs around who you are, and kept you living in excuses empty out. That emptiness can feel all the feels again. You will need help. One of the greatest gifts of feeling and healing is that it often forces us to connect with others and confront separation and shame wounds.
The greatest gift of this path is finding your way home again to sit by the hearth, surrounded by faces of love and tell the great Myth that you have discovered is your LIFE.
In beauty~ thank you.
Please reach out. I am an open book and wear my heart on my sleeve.
