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The Eye and The Spell

When someone “loses it”, as we commonly say, there is always a reason and this reason falls into the unknown. It is usually a crisis. We don’t know what to do with this family member, friend or partner. This unknown has not been preached in holy places. It has been feared, banished and expelled as…

A Journey in the Mazatec Tradition

Another experience on the path of medicine had started. In the southern mountains of Mexico, several leaves of freshly picked Niños Santos (Derrumbes: Landslide and San Isidro Mushrooms) have been served and welcomed with love to accompany me and a dear friend in a medicine space. Another exploration with one intention: medicine to mediate, gentleness…

Episode 4-“Stories Are Medicine” with Bob Cohen

After more than a year of being hosted on Ouroboros Story Hour with Bob, we meet again to talk about how stories bring us together and how storytelling helped Bob find his calling to mediate in-person and online spaces for other people to share their stories and experiences with plant medicines and entheogens.

I Am Mother

Am I the scream? … Of the earth within, cracking open the heart. Am I the cry? … Of the womb that created and carried time in every cell. Am I the rumble of rage? … Of the bloody warrior who is standing her ground and saying: No More! Am I the deep echoing laughter…

Eternal Reverie

The beauty in the simple The beauty in the complex Innocent eyes, a witness Seeing perfection in chaos Somewhere in between And maybe in the unseen Sleep my child, no need to stress You are here, you are held…

When One Medicine Calls

A need to feel whole, accepted and belong to a clan or a tribe, a yearning for a passage through unfathomable difficulties, wanting to be and sometimes to run away from being, to meet God, to mourn loss and reconcile with death and dying… Many reasons are putting more attention on healing through expanded states…

The Faces of the Moon

Moon, where are you? Where is the light In my night sky? How many times I looked at your face? How many rhymes Hummed with your grace? You disappeared Without leaving a trace? When secrets were shared, And prayers were raised. “Remember beautiful, remember, You are still breathing, surrender, Feel me in you, oh so…