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

Draw a circle on the ground. Do it slowly and with intention. If you like, you can set candles or flowers around it. . . Now step inside . .

Little did I know, the story would connect to POWERFUL happenings in this tiny place.

Powerful story of the dangerous entity that creeps out of the caves at night in the Mayalands.

As we left the small jumping off town behind and wound our way into the wetlands, a feeling of both excitement and serenity washed over me.

There is a cave in Yucatan where the locals have gone for millennia to perform the Chac Chaac ceremony, a ritual that brings the rain.

My Maya friend lives in the sleepy little village of Leona Vicario. Her home is simple, warm, and welcoming and abundant

I stood at the base of an ancient Maya pyramid still covered in a thousand years of old growth, almost unnoticed but for the fact that it

The ceremonies observed by these lovely, dark skinned Tzolzil people, were of origins both ancient and powerful. For on the floor, sacrifice

Don Francisco drying wild harvest medicinal plants When we arrived, Don Francisco took us out into the garden behind his traditional Maya...

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I was thrilled. We stopped the car and I got out and approached the shrine. It was small, unassuming. Nothing about it shouted, “Here I am!”

I must admit, the story was a bit troubling. So was the energy I felt from the intimidating stone cross. My stomach began to turn.

It was a simple church, dark and empty of people. Candles were burning. The pall made it hard to make out the details, but it seemed like ..

There is a secret religion here on the Yucatan. It is, unquestionably, powerful. I am guessing you probably want to know what it is and in

I love finding sacred places, unexpected magical places, places where nature spirits dwell. One would think they would live in the deep

We turned onto the highway, which I hoped would lead us to the enigmatic ruins of El Dos. It lay before us like a long gray ribbon stretch..

I was stunned at its size and its depth. A bit nervous, I moved toward the edge, assured by the men that the ground would not give way.

The magic of the cenotes is that they are portals to the otherworld, Xibalba! Peace, otherworldly, sacred, powerful, and stunning!

The pyramid of Kukulkan, ancient, feathered serpent god of the Maya, loomed above us, intimidating despite the modern crowd gathered at...