The necessary disintegration of our former selves forces us to clutch, in the depths of our extremity, at whatever it is that we believe to be the source of LifeSharon Blackie
Before you enter I want to say a little prayer. I ask that you take a deep breath with me and maybe close your eyes. Maybe you bow to your heart. I am. I am breathing, eyes closed, hands over heart in gratitude.
Gratitude for the many hands, the many prayers, the many lives that have shared the wisdoms and the healing and the mysteries of life, of ceremony and ritual and prayer with me. The Native People’s worldwide, to all the lands I have roamed, whose vision for questing, sweating, dancing, making medicine and praying has awakened my soul to remember its inherent indigeneity- I bow to. Specifically the healing traditions of the Mayan people as shared generously through Don Elijio Panti, Midwife Hortence and my teacher Dr. Rosita Arvigo, I bow to you. The people of the deep jungles that have held the Amazonian and high mountain medicines of Peru in a sacred way and have shared so generously with the global north. My life has been saved. Deep love and gratitude for the Mazatec people and Maria Sabina for the wisdom of Los Ninos Santos and for opening my hands and heart to the reverence needed to steward this medicine. Mexico-my heart. To the Celts, my ancestors, whose pagan traditions and ways of the wind move through my blood and awaken my song to share with all other peoples and lands I call home. And finally, to the Native Salish peoples who were kin to Cedar and Eagle and Salmon and Orca and how the stories of a place I love are so deeply woven into the land when I listen. Thank you for helping me listen.
My family is wide. I give thanks to the unseen family, the spirits that live in between all that has physically supported my journey. You have been by far my greatest teachers. Mama Gaia, Holy Spirit, Cosmic Womb Mother of all creation- I am your child. This life of mine dances for you. Bless you and your creatures that love and support this Universal family.
Amen, Aho, Namaste, Blessed Be, So Mote it Be and So It Is.
I imagine there is a story inside of you gestating and ripening to perfection. Dare you open your voice and set it free to enchant your life. Dare you speak the words that live in the back of your heart and give form and sound to the whispers of something different than the story that was thrust down your throat; impostering itself as truth, entrapping your identity.
Your gift is what the world needs. If we distilled all of the healing modalities down to one truth -it is that you are a vital piece of the puzzle. When you lose your innate shape, and have been molded by something that knows not of your soul- illness, imbalance and confusion will become a steady irritant in the backdrop of your life. Many can live with the irritant and do so in clever, numbing ways. But is that what you embarked upon this remarkable journey for? To live a life made up of coping skills all the while the angels in the background of your life sing at you until they have to scream at you?
Each and every living thing has the medicine within to regenerate and resurrect itself from stagnant states, illness, oppression, and dare I say- suffering. Being human, feeling the expanse of every human sensation, is a birthright and a privilege. Allowing this human life to mold you into a relic of wisdom is an art form. Choosing this pathway will heal the deepest core wounds of your soul.
When this re-alignment begins within you there will be an alchemy that spirals out into the lives and spaces around you. It is old fashioned magic, not some fantastical overplayed cliche. So, to find communion with this gift and therefore your healing, all you do is make choices that align with and follow the deeper, silenced voice that has been ignored- often times (always) for many generations.
It’s simple. I know you have everything you need. You packed your medicine bundle and flailed yourself Earthbound in radical faith that She would catch you. And She did. All you have to do is find those who can reflect your medicine and restore your remembering that you are supported in full abundance for birthing forth the gift of your soul- no more and no less- and a big huge “you could not have dreamt what is waiting for you all alone”.
My oath is to mirror your ability to find your way home without projection of anything that clouds your authentic heart and original voice. I will never work harder than you or feed you a little blue pill and deprive you of the journey you must take to steward yourself. Within the mundane life is where your miracles live.
Guiding you to become your own healer is true power. There has never been and will never be another unique you. Only you can walk this path, only you know exactly what is best for you and where to plant your next footprint- may it be in a way that inspires others to firmly plant themselves in their own truth, own heart’s desires, own soul’s path. Gather inspiration from our container together to walk your own way- do not be me, do not become them, be you- you are the medicine you seek.
My medicine basket contains the tools of the Womb Healer, Writer, Medicine Woman, Plants, Prayers, Initiate, Priestess, and shapeshifting Womban on her path. I do not put myself in a box and learn by way of living, experiencing and learning to love myself along the way. This is the transmission you receive from my many faces. When you work with me, you get all of my presence, you are on my altar and I will hold you accountable to stand upright in your heart.
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