Jungle Medicine

I was at a spiritual retreat in the 'concrete jungle' of New York City over the weekend.

During a potent ceremony there, it became clear just how important the grounded, earthy, shamanic aspect of the Pleiadian energy is.

It's not all just high-up fancy stardust.

It is also rooted, ancient wisdom.

It is milky breasts. It is dripping wet. It the primal sound of drum-beats. It finds beauty in everything. It is deeply feminine.

It is the shape-shifting medicine of the jungle herself.

She says:

I am the jungle.

I am the embodied primality of the Shawomban.

I am the earth priestess of Mesoamerica anchoring the seeded intelligence of the stars.

I am fecundity and decay.

I am the primordial dance.

I am the elements and the four directions and the seasons.

I am the tantra of making love to life.

I am the rising kundalini of the snake.

I am the sacred portal.

I am the purgative sting of the scorpion who floods you with an anointing venom that pierces the veil of the ego.

And I am the grandmother who holds you in her arms while it penetrates all the way through.

I am the jaguar. The dark fertile feminine in heat. So soft she melts you open from within.

I am this in you, calling you home to remember.

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Image by Katherine Skaggs.