Shamanic Practitioner

02/06/2026

In this engaging conversation, Timothy Cope shares his journey into shamanism, detailing how he was drawn to the practice through a transformative experience...

02/06/2026

A Dismemberment!

Being Rearranged

The bear rows through the rapids wild,
through chaos like a frightened child,
yet knows what we so often miss—
that breaking down precedes the bliss.

You are not broken, though it seems
like all your carefully laid dreams
have shattered into countless parts,
like life has ripped away your hearts.

You're being rearranged, reformed,
you're being weathered by the storm
not to destroy what you contain,
but to reveal your truest grain.

The rapids look like violence pure,
like nothing good could there endure,
like everything will be destroyed,
like all your efforts are now void.

But rearrangement looks like loss,
looks like you're being thrown and tossed,
looks like the end of all you knew—
but it's the pathway to what's true.

Something truer waits ahead,
a version of yourself that's shed
the parts that never really fit,
the roles you played but didn't sit.

The bear navigates the foam,
not fighting to return to home,
but trusting that this rushing through
will bring it to what's real and true.

When life dismantles who you are,
when you feel shattered, bruised, and scarred,
remember that you're not undone—
your rearrangement has begun.

The pieces that are falling off
were never meant to be enough,
were never truly part of you,
were just the false obscuring true.

And what remains when chaos clears,
when you've survived these painful years,
will be more honest, more aligned,
more you than what you left behind.

So row through rapids, hold your oar,
and trust that there's a distant shore
where you'll arrive more whole than broke,
rearranged but not revoked.

The canyon walls rise steep and high,
the mist obscures the clear blue sky,
but light breaks through from up above—
this rearrangement is from love.

You are not broken, never were,
you're just becoming who you are,
and rearrangement, though it's hard,
will leave you beautifully unmarred.

02/06/2026

JOURNEY OF THE SOUL
One of the qualities that you can develop, particularly in your older years, is a sense of great compassion for yourself. When you visit the wounds within the temple of memory, you should not blame yourself for making bad mistakes that you greatly regret. Sometimes you have grown unexpectedly through these mistakes. Frequently, in a journey of the soul, the most precious moments are the mistakes. They have brought you to a place that you would otherwise have always avoided. You should bring a compassionate mindfulness to your mistakes and wounds. Endeavor to inhabit the rhythm you were in at that time. If you visit this configuration of your soul with forgiveness in your heart, it will fall into place itself. When you forgive yourself, the inner wounds begin to heal. You come in out of the exile of hurt into the joy of inner belonging.

JOHN O'DONOHUE

Excerpt from the book, Anam Cara,
25th Anniversary Edition.
Ordering Info: https://johnodonohue.com/anam-cara

Dawn, County Clare, Ireland
Photo: © Ann Cahill

02/05/2026

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01/28/2026

01/27/2026

For decades, Indigenous stories reached the screen without Indigenous voices guiding how those stories were told. Visibility existed, yet real creative authority was often missing. This imbalance shaped public understanding of Native communities and influenced how Indigenous youth saw themselves reflected in media.

When stories are filtered through outside perspectives, nuance and truth can be lost. Stereotypes fill the gaps left by absence, and lived experience is reduced to simplified narratives. The impact of this extends far beyond film, touching identity, confidence, and belonging.

The first Academy Award nomination for a film directed by an Indigenous North American filmmaker marks a powerful shift that should have come much sooner. It signals a change in who holds the pen and who decides what stories look like, sound like, and mean.

This moment is about authorship and honesty rather than trophies. It represents the right to speak from lived reality, cultural memory, and community knowledge without translation or distortion from outside voices.

When Indigenous creators lead their own narratives, the result carries depth, care, and truth rooted in experience. This milestone opens space for more voices to rise, while reminding us how many Indigenous stories still remain unheard and waiting to be shared on their own terms 🎬🪶

01/19/2026

The Foundation for Shamanic Studies has spent over 40 years preserving and teaching universal and near-universal methods of shamanism. Our work is built on a foundation of rigorous anthropological research and considered exploration.

By focusing on "Core Shamanism," the FSS ensures that the most powerful, universal techniques are taught with precision and authenticity. It is a place for those who value knowledge that is as intellectually sound as it is spiritually transformative. More information about the teachings of the Foundation can be found at https://www.shamanism.org/.

01/18/2026

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In ore Shamanism, we call this Soul Loss and perform a Soul Retrieval Healing.

Have you ever had a scare so bad that you just haven't felt like yourself since? In New Mexico folk medicine, that’s not just "shock"—it’s a recognized illness called Susto.

​We explored Empacho (stomach blockage) last time. Today, we are looking at the ailment of the spirit.

​👻 What it is: The word susto translates to "fright" or "scare." In traditional Hispanic and Indigenous medicine, it is believed that when a person experiences a traumatic event—a car accident, a bad fall, or a sudden terrifying moment—their spirit can be jolted slightly out of their body.

​😫 The Symptoms: It looks a lot like what modern doctors might call PTSD or depression. The person becomes listless, sleeps all the time (but isn't rested), loses their appetite, and generally loses their "spark" for life.

​🌿 The Cure: You can't fix Susto with a pill; you have to coax the spirit back. Families or curanderas perform a limpia (spiritual cleansing).

This often involves a "Barrida" (sweeping). The healer uses a bundle of herbs (often Romero/Rosemary or Sage) or sometimes an egg to sweep the body from head to toe while praying.
In some older traditions, the healer might suddenly shout the patient's name to "wake up" the spirit and call it back home.

​🥚 The Egg Test: Often, a raw egg is used to diagnose the severity. After the cleansing, the egg is cracked into a glass of water. If the whites form shapes that look like spiderwebs or "cook" in the water, it confirms that the bad energy has been pulled out.

​Have you ever had a limpia for Susto? Or do you remember your grandma using an egg to cure a fever?

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New Mexico History/Albuquerque Reminiscing

01/17/2026

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May we remember that the Earth is not beneath us, but holding us.
May our steps be gentle, our prayers sincere, our hearts devoted to life.

Great Mother, teach us to listen again —
To the wind, to the waters, to the quiet wisdom within our bones.

May the ancestors walk beside us when the path feels unclear,
Reminding us that we are never alone, never forgotten.

May our prayers be lived through our actions,
Our love shown through service, our gratitude returned to the Earth.

Creator, we ask that you bless the seeds we carry —
The ones in our hands, our hearts, & in our future generations.

With love,
Grandmother Flordemayo ❤️

(Art from Cha Gutiérrez)

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01/16/2026

The Fire That Carries the Wind

Before names were given to directions,
there was a force that understood both urgency and patience.
It moved like resolve through open ground,
leaving courage where doubt once slept.

The elders say power is not meant to dominate,
but to carry the spirit forward
when the heart grows heavy.
It remembers the taste of dust and thunder,
and does not fear either.

This strength is decorated by stories,
not for beauty alone,
but to remind the world
that motion can be sacred,
and speed can still listen.

What rises from the ground is not destruction,
but awakening—
the sound of ancestors calling momentum a gift.
A promise spoken without voice:
when purpose runs true,
even the earth makes space.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Vera