My Dear Friends,
Thank you for being patient with me as I move through the different levels of my process (all of which have been "out of my comfort zone" as you may be aware from status updates). The truth of the matter was that I planned to journey to Peru between June and July and instead ended up in Sante Fe with wonderful community and a very supportive teacher.
Shamanism and shamanic ideas are ripe and alive here. I have really enjoyed my experience here, usually in retrospect because of all the discomfort. I sense that I am learning exactly what I am ready for. I have processing so much. More than I could have ever imagined here.
To my amazement, learning divination (which was what I planned on doing) has become this very HUMAN process of finding clarity and feeling into my past, my family, my future intentions with Business and Community, my ancestors, my daily body pain, and the healing of my ancestors.
I have chosen to look at the Teachings I embrace and embody and ask "why." Much to my dismay, the answer is always "because it was a lesson that was serving you then and is no longer serving you now. Trevahr, are you ready to let go?" Through frustrated tears and insane commitment to my life goals, I always say "Yes, I choose to let go."
There is a picture (well there are lots of pictures) where I am staying. This one particular picture is of an indigenous Meso-American woman carrying a boom box through the Sonoran Desert in a white dress.
This photo struck me as a reminder of my first teacher of Spirit...Grandmother Amalia E. Acuna. From this space of realization, old information (some older than I) came pouring through me. I recognized some much of my lifetime and how it intermingles and twines with my genetics and the traits of my Bloodlines. I know now that my healing is the Family's healing...and an opportunity to Heal my Grandfathers-literally. I have resolved to spend more time and patience with my family in order to know thyself/myself.
Oddly enough...so much crazy shamanic shit happened to me growing up, and now in this new awareness, I have begun to scratch the surface. My friend Abeja- the Oracle of Initiation- did a reading for me last night that brought me to tears.
I cried of past experiences that were buried and "sent away" from my ego based experience. I knew the joy and frustration of communicating with dead/spiritualized family members...I mean fuck...these people I knew as a child... and loved...and still see when I visit my Grandma because she keeps pictures of them.
I am crying as I write this because I know there is some much to BE now that I am aware and that I have strong spiritual allies...many with genetically linked connections.
I am fully commited and engaged in my life's work...and as always I know where I am going and where I have been. Sometimes though, like many of us, I hide the past and present...and even the future...in trade for some petty comfort.
During this Journey (to Sante Fe and now the Rainbow Gathering), I have been stranded in the desert, stomach sick, surprised by friends, scared out of my mind because every time I hike I see spirit animals, and covered with Earth and Mud and Tree/Plant Stuffs.
Safe Journeys,
Yogi Trevahr R. Hughes,
Shamanic Alchemist Adept
www.facebook.com/Trevahr
www.meetup.com/alchemy
Check out the Latest Classes on Shamanism and Holistic Health!
Ethnobotany and Shamanic Herbs Class July 8th
Divination Class Tuesday July 14th
P.S. The spirit animals I have been seeing were on two consecutive nights in which I was hiking with Abeja in the light of the moon. I saw (and when I say "saw" I mean I sensed it, my neck hairs stood up like a dog, and it moved it's ears and head to look at me) a Cougar/Mountain Lion on a pile of rocks as we walked by. The next night, I saw a Bear in a tree, which also looked at me and moved its ears.
Thank you for being patient with me as I move through the different levels of my process (all of which have been "out of my comfort zone" as you may be aware from status updates). The truth of the matter was that I planned to journey to Peru between June and July and instead ended up in Sante Fe with wonderful community and a very supportive teacher.
Shamanism and shamanic ideas are ripe and alive here. I have really enjoyed my experience here, usually in retrospect because of all the discomfort. I sense that I am learning exactly what I am ready for. I have processing so much. More than I could have ever imagined here.
To my amazement, learning divination (which was what I planned on doing) has become this very HUMAN process of finding clarity and feeling into my past, my family, my future intentions with Business and Community, my ancestors, my daily body pain, and the healing of my ancestors.
I have chosen to look at the Teachings I embrace and embody and ask "why." Much to my dismay, the answer is always "because it was a lesson that was serving you then and is no longer serving you now. Trevahr, are you ready to let go?" Through frustrated tears and insane commitment to my life goals, I always say "Yes, I choose to let go."
There is a picture (well there are lots of pictures) where I am staying. This one particular picture is of an indigenous Meso-American woman carrying a boom box through the Sonoran Desert in a white dress.
This photo struck me as a reminder of my first teacher of Spirit...Grandmother Amalia E. Acuna. From this space of realization, old information (some older than I) came pouring through me. I recognized some much of my lifetime and how it intermingles and twines with my genetics and the traits of my Bloodlines. I know now that my healing is the Family's healing...and an opportunity to Heal my Grandfathers-literally. I have resolved to spend more time and patience with my family in order to know thyself/myself.
Oddly enough...so much crazy shamanic shit happened to me growing up, and now in this new awareness, I have begun to scratch the surface. My friend Abeja- the Oracle of Initiation- did a reading for me last night that brought me to tears.
I cried of past experiences that were buried and "sent away" from my ego based experience. I knew the joy and frustration of communicating with dead/spiritualized family members...I mean fuck...these people I knew as a child... and loved...and still see when I visit my Grandma because she keeps pictures of them.
I am crying as I write this because I know there is some much to BE now that I am aware and that I have strong spiritual allies...many with genetically linked connections.
I am fully commited and engaged in my life's work...and as always I know where I am going and where I have been. Sometimes though, like many of us, I hide the past and present...and even the future...in trade for some petty comfort.
During this Journey (to Sante Fe and now the Rainbow Gathering), I have been stranded in the desert, stomach sick, surprised by friends, scared out of my mind because every time I hike I see spirit animals, and covered with Earth and Mud and Tree/Plant Stuffs.
Safe Journeys,
Yogi Trevahr R. Hughes,
Shamanic Alchemist Adept
www.facebook.com/Trevahr
www.meetup.com/alchemy
Check out the Latest Classes on Shamanism and Holistic Health!
Ethnobotany and Shamanic Herbs Class July 8th
Divination Class Tuesday July 14th
P.S. The spirit animals I have been seeing were on two consecutive nights in which I was hiking with Abeja in the light of the moon. I saw (and when I say "saw" I mean I sensed it, my neck hairs stood up like a dog, and it moved it's ears and head to look at me) a Cougar/Mountain Lion on a pile of rocks as we walked by. The next night, I saw a Bear in a tree, which also looked at me and moved its ears.
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