16/05/2025
🌱🕸 THE WEAVING GARDEN 🕸🌱
My old handle 'The Chrysalis' has been sitting empty and lifeless for some time now ~ and I suppose it's due time for me to reintroduce myself.
If you're curious to receive this update about me, grab yourself a cup of tea...because the long-winded novel has returned!
Because this crazy little butterfly emerged from its chrysalis at some random point in time and flew away to experience her new life, in new form ~ to some beautiful little garden somewhere far away from the place she had destructed herself from caterpillar into this messy, complicated pile of goo, in order to reformulate and remember herself as what God always intended for her to become.
And that was a butterfly.
And this butterfly, is now me.
Still Lori...but Lori with a kick*ss new set of wings.
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My world has drastically changed over the last 4 years since leaving the North and relocating to Peru, and I've been fairly quiet and ghost-like during this chapter of my life
..aside from the relentless stories posted about my cats and my Toé plant!
And it's because there was this new world for me ~ and me alone ~ to explore.
I quickly realized I was immersed in a new form of education ~ one that required a deeper level of devotion and focus than anything I've ever experienced before.
The plants called ~ and extended an invitation that went far beyond my own personal and self-ish musings.
I was invited to become a medicine woman; and ultimately, a Santa Maria (Cannabis) medicine carrier ~ without a human teacher to show me the ways.
I prayed long and hard for another human to walk alongside me as a teacher
..but they never showed up.
Instead, Ayahuasca appeared ~ presenting herself as the Headmaster of this educational program I found myself blindly enrolled in.
Her intention was never for me to learn how to serve this medicine and become an apprentice; her role as my Headmaster was to provide me an outlet; to experience her technology and learn to journey into my own ancestral memories and begin to revive them.
The human teacher I was praying for to arrive, ironically resided within me this whole time
..LITERALLY!
They just so happened to be the nano-particles of my now dead ancestors, who were living rent free in my blood!
I simply required the psychedelic intervention and experience of it enough times in order to restore the connection with my ancestors, and to begin to trust in what it was I was being shown.
My prayers WERE in fact, being answered
...in the most unconventional and unimaginable way ever!
And that being said, I am so grateful for the few humans who have showed up along the way ~ who served as necessary reflections, examples, mirrors, karmic teachers and more importantly, the 'guinnea pigs' who trusted me enough to practice this medicine I was ressurecting with.
There have also been a few key people who have provided me the necessary sounding board space for me to express and openly share my experiences with ~ finally being given the opportunity to experience what it's like to simply be witnessed, respected and embraced for all my madness.
In these perspectives, I was not alone.
Since moving to Peru, I have fortunately been surrounded by other weirdos, who were also walking their own isolated path of remembering
..and luckily we remembered that we walk this life together, alone.
However, the plants taught me in order to truly be a student and walk a shamanic path alongside them ~ in alignement, reverence and respect to the Indigenous ways ~ that it required looooong periods of isolation and sacrifice of human comforts.
For me, it essentially required a complete severance from the world I orginally came from, in order to learn to speak the language and to weave the technology of the plants in a clear way.
This was especially important for those who've come to this path from the Western world, with white, colonizer/settler roots, with dreams of 'breaking free from the matrix'.
An enormous, and oftentimes painful process, of deprogramming from the capitalistic, colonization and racism consciousnesses that were inherited at birth occurs ~ in order to be given permission to enter, operate and be supported within the plant realm.
And this education was never formal, but nonetheless, I found myself back in school ~ yet AGAIN, as a mature student.
***I'll be 43 years old in July, and am only NOW, just starting to rebuild and live my life freely!***
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My schoolhouse became my garden, the mountains and the Amazon jungle ~ and my professors were a multitude of plants.
They needed to reteach me psychology/counseling, physical therapy and business/economics ~ from THEIR lens and THEIR perspective.
These were all formal educations I had previously studied (business, social work and massage therapy) and there was a huge disconnect and distortion from what I had learned vs what was existing within the natural world.
And my assignment was to build a bridge between these opposing and contradictory teachings; to learn how to respectfully keep them in their own respective lanes, and to learn how to become a dancer between these two worlds.
These plants also taught me new skills ~ how to be a ceremonialist, a divinator, an energetic doctor and surgeon and most importantly, how to view all of God's creation through the lens of engineering.
The most ironic and surprising education for me, was remembering that I was actually a potent songstress ~ whose voice could bend and transmit a multitude of different energetic frequencies.
(...but that's a story for another day, but thank you Ayahuasca for teaching me how to use my voice 🙏).
Simply put, the plants taught me how to remember and be WHO and WHAT I have always been
...even when it more times than not, challenges and confuses the belief systems and comfort levels of the people and the world around me.
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Now, I have been thoroughly enjoying this phase of my life ~ ALL the highs and the lows that comes with the territory of this walking this type of path.
And the part I have been enjoying, perhaps just a little bit too much, has been the isolation of it all.
I LOVE my witch's cave.
I love my little bubble where I co-exist with my cats and the select few weirdo friends.
And I absolutely cherish my time alone with my garden and this intimate relationship I have developed with the spirit and plant realms.
AND...
All my teachers have essentially kicked me out of this part of my schooling ~ reminding me that a plant's purpose, once it's reached a certain level of maturity, is never to serve itself
..it's there to serve the ecosystem that it belongs to.
"Get out there Lori. You didn't attend school just to keep your nose in the 'books' and hide in the library for the rest of your life ~ hoarding everything you've learned. DO something with this education!"
And so I've been sitting in this space I call "The Weaving Garden" ~ the space that feels like home fore me ~ telling myself I need to have all my ducks in order (from the perspective of a 'business model') before speaking it out loud and begin to publicly share this medicine I carry
..beyond the folks who somehow found me in my cave with a homing pigeon and asked for support!
That it's time to step outside of myself and find some minute way to be in servitude to the ecosystem that I belong to, and participate in the greater collective healing of our shared society in a more direct and accessible way.
And the voice of my garden whispered:
"A garden becomes a garden the moment you plant one single seed. It takes time to germinate. It takes time for it to bloom. And all that matters is you planted the seed. And what matters most, is that you care and nurture that seed in its process of becoming a plant."
And so that's what this post is.
That's what the renaming of my social media hanger is about.
It's simply me, planting a new seed ~ one that I am now responsible for nurturing.
So if you've made it this far...
WELCOME TO MY GARDEN!
Over time, I will share more about what kind of work I do, the stories of my life experiences, the teachings that have been gifted to me and the ways in which I can be of service, as you walk your own unique path of remembering.
And who knows, maybe even a fancy shmancy website will be birthed and I'll somehow get the hang of this whole social media thing. And MAYBE... just maybe, I'll learn how to communicate in a less labourous and flowery way that doesn't require a cup of tea and a long attention span to get the point across (hello, neuro-spicy brain!) 🤣
The possibilities in my garden are endless...
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A photo of me ~ in my rawest form ~ in the very garden that taught me how to take my life back.
The very garden, where Headmaster Ayahuasca lives, breathes and teaches ~ the Amazon jungle.
La Selva, el jardin y mi Maestra de mi corazon
🐍🐆🦅🌳🏵
