Someone once said to me “you are not designed to have dreams you cannot fulfill”.
I know this to be true from what I have witnessed in my life. The caveat is that there has to be pure unobstructed faith in the dream, and alignment to the virtues that the house of true dreams lives by.
A true dream is one that is inclusive of all Life.
It took me a long time to move towards this alignment and get the false dreams out of my head. It is far from perfect as many parts of my life are still reliant upon the structures of destruction. The little hypocrisies of driving a car and charging money for wisdom and medicine of the Earth are unavoidable as of this moment.
I did not choose an easy path. I am a salmon. I swim in the direction of my true calling which is in the opposite direction of the majority mindset around dreaming, success, wealth and worth.
The unavoidable truth in me has kept me attuned to something other than the rules of society. That truth is that I came to help. That somewhere deep down I knew I did not dream what I was seeing all around me.
I have seen the exact moment of my Soul’s decision to join Earth school again. I know why I am here. Being a full fledge fleshy human is an honor. I am the portal of which dream becomes destiny. I have the unique ability, as a human, to discern truth from fiction and make decisions from the center of my heart. I am blessed, in the face of a deeply challenging personal and collective narrative, to even be able to dream and feel all the feelings.
When I was a young teen I left the house of my childhood due to unlivable conditions. I was exiled from family. As I journeyed forward, the scarring from childhood then exiled me from the world. I see this now as a gift. Had I found belonging in the world I would likely be too entrenched to hear my Soul’s yearning, and would potentially still be stuck in one of the many addiction cycles available as byproduct of living inside a model that knows not of a good and true dream.
I have forever been seeking home. I sense deep down almost everyone has. The displacement traumas of my ancestors, and of the ancestors and native peoples of the lands I now inhabit, are deeply imbedded in the collective nervous system of which we are all a part.
But I am not here to inhabit just any place. And I am not here to “own” what should never be owned. I seek partnership with a small corner of land that I tend outright with no owing to financial institutions. I seek partnership in this dream with others who align with Earth first virtues. I seek creative and out of the box solutions that open up potential for another way to live in support of one another.
Throughout the last many years tending the deep feminine wound, I have come to know some other truths…
When the feminine body is in alignment, unobstructed and tending the good Earth under her feet, then all of creation spirals into balance. Communities orient back into balance. Families balance. When women, get the good Earth under their feet again, a cascade of memory floods their systems with the remembrance of the dream. That first dream. The dream of Life.
This little corner of land will be dedicated to that remembering for women. It will be a sanctuary for those in exile from the world in order to find the Earth again.
A place where I can put my loving hands on the bodies and help the intuition awaken again. To help birth a forgotten vision. To help. To help.
It is more than a healing arts center. It is a sanctuary that teaches the feminine arts as fundamental to Life. A place that teaches how to steward the Earth and all of Her creatures in balance.
Our society teaches much about how to live in the world it created and nothing about how to live Life on and with the Earth. People, for the most part, do not have Life skills.
With my background, deep self study, initiations and accolades in mystery/autoimmune disease, trauma, womb healing, feminine art forms, ceremony, ritual, group training and leadership, this dream will be rooted with vast skill and wisdom. It will encompass both the still important world navigation techniques and true Life skill.
This will be a sanctuary of regenerative medicine. The kind that makes good hummus for abundant gardens to grow on the insides of the body. Once the body is balanced from a source of true abundance, then the outside world begins to reflect the inside world.
I see a few structures on the land to house those in need of deep restoration. Because of my intimate journey through addiction- I see a longer vision of a place of integration for those women who are post rehabilitation programs and still need that missing piece of wholeness; not a life of coping skills.
Because of my long, personal journey through mystery disease, I foresee a space for women when all other paths to heal have failed. I have seen the other side of both of these wounds through a lens that most will never look.
There is a main house where I tend to my own art and medicine making for the community; for myself. A space I can gift to other weary travelers when I head to other lands that need the gift I am here to share.
It will be a space where I need little of the world so I can give much of the Earth. Where I write books that help your great great grandchildren.
A place for the last days of the still living women in my family.
There will be fire. There will be water. There will be nourishing things that grow from deeply tended soil. There will be a House of Faithful Devotion for anyone in the community to come find solace.
Am I forming a collective?
But first, I need to land. As my Grandmother says, “go feather your nest”. I have spent so many years helping others get the good Earth under their feet that it’s time for me to sew mine firm to my path. Then the rest of dream will materialize from there.
I am a generative force. I am an abundant force. I am a *mostly* balanced feminine force. I am restorative by nature. I am a creative force. I am a visionary force that sees a day that the Wisdom Keepers are once again tended by the community and land that they tend.
May this land that seeks me become a monument of prayer by my presence- so that whoever sets foot upon it remembers that there was a people who honored the Earth’s turning.
When all structures upon this land are consumed by the fungi of regeneration- 7 generations from now- there will still, and forever, be a song to capture in the whistling Wind of new Trees upon the new Earth.
This dream chose me. I am not special. But I am unique in that I believe in all of my heart that there is an equally unique series of events waiting to catalyze this vision. And, like any properly quested vision, it is to be brought forth for the people to remember how to dream as one again.
I came to help. And, hey, if I don’t ask then the answer is always no.
3-5 acres (more if possible). A house or cabin upon it ready for move in. Abundant light. Quiet. Close to water (if possible). In Port Townsend area- I am open to expand. I have tended this land with prayer since the day I arrived here. It knows me.
A stepping stone of a small home would suffice to begin. The whole picture is also very much welcome.
Financially I have a small, small amount to put forth for this dream. I believe it is enough of a seed for someone, besides myself, to believe in me.
This is not my vision alone. Thank you for sharing it far and wide. May we all live in the gift.
Shira Stardrift (aka Jamie Renee Lashbrook)