This story, while miraculous, is also quite personal and it takes a bit of vulnerability on my part to share it. I was having trouble with being triggered by things that were bringing up a lot of very intense old anger, anger from things that happened more than 20 years ago. I had been through years of therapy, and nothing seemed to help. In general, I am a pretty calm and happy person, but it was very troubling when one little trigger could through me off for hours. So, I sa

copal used for cleansing. The room is small. Not ceremonial in the way people imagine ceremony. No costumes. No props arranged for effect. Just a modest space with blue walls, a low wooden bench, an altar table worn smooth by years of use. Don Francisco places the copal beneath the bench before I sit. Not on a table. Not raised. It burns underneath me — lemony smoke rising slowly through the wood, surrounding the body first, not the mind. A single candle is lit and left to bu

Me on a Mexican beach wearing my amulet. Don Francisco once placed an amulet in my hand — small, ordinary-looking to anyone else, but heavy with something deeper. He told me: “When you need something, hold it and think of the outcome — not the problem. Imagine what you want as if it has already happened.” I listened, the way you listen when an elder speaks — with more than ears. Later that year, I flew to the United States to visit my son. In my rush at the airport, I forgot

She arrived leaning heavily on a cane — every step measured, every movement stiff with pain. A knee injury from her youth, decades old now, worn into her bones. Doctors had recommended a replacement. She was in her sixties. She walked slowly, carefully, bracing herself against the world. We drove three hours into the Yucatán for a limpia with Don Francisco — healer, yerbatero, a man who works with more than herbs. While we traveled, she told me how long she had suffered. I co

Last night we used a pendulum to talk to my alux. A small group of us gathered in my home to do the monthly feeding and afterward, we asked the alux (I call him aluxito) some questions about where he came from, how he decided to come to my house and how he feels today. It's a bit like talking to your puppy. So, I used my pendulum, and Sue used her divining rods (dowsing rods) and we didn't look at each other, but we got the same answers to the questions.... until Aluxito deci

We need your help. Every dollar/peso goes directly to Eugenia's fish tanks. In all honesty, I feel a bit overwhelmed. So much happened on...

But there is another option. One that will provide ready cash for families, build their feeling of personal power and self-esteem, and give them a reason to hold onto the land their families have owned

From fish tanks to fertile land, one young man is transforming his life with hope and sustainability.

We don’t do sound baths or yoga. We have a lovely friend who some might call a shaman, but he calls himself a yerbatero. He doesn’t wear feathers, and I have never seen him blow a conch shell. In fact, he usually wears his only white shirt, a pair of old slacks and a very cheap pair of flipflops. . . . For I do believe it is the magic that becomes the medicine. But it is not an easy magic nor one that can be quantified or explained. Rather it is experienced, in all its raw

come heal from the wounds of unforgiveness as you come into alignment with this ancient Mayan ritual using candles, prayers, and the power of your words. Includes cacao recipes with forgiveness herbs

Sip your cacao with gratitude for the process that brings you life. Cacao is your ally. Allow it to warm your heart, comfort and strengthen you. For this is the goal of the ceremony of the cacao.

We need your help to get to the finish line. . . The filter is the center of the fish farm system we are redesigning and rebuilding for this Mayan family. However, the plumber had not finished the work we asked him to do.

I know the jungle is alive. I know it is a community, with the plants, animals, rocks, water holes, and unseen guardians all working together. But when you feel the power of it directed at you, when you are the one interrupting the peace, the awareness of the power of this connected wild community suddenly becomes very real.

The offering is for the four Chaacs, the Maya rain gods whom are honored here and who care for the people by bringing fresh water to fill the ancient wells and quench the thirst of the land.

Xibalba. The Underworld. Place of Fear and Lords of Death. Why on earth would anyone want to open a portal to Xibalba?

Have fun finding as many symbols as you can! There are 20 different symbols and more than one meaning for each. Tzolkin day signs, magic, and ancient lore!

This Maya woman was given a fish farm. A few months later, it was destroyed by

full blood moon eclipse The Mayan cosmovision is one of duality. It is very yin yang like in its embracing of both the light and the...

It was hot. Stifling. The kind of damp heat that takes your breath away.

Out with the old energy and in with the new! This is a powerful ceremony!