Navigating Your Dreams

Over the years I have taken several of Robert Moss’s online classes. This one looks fantastic. I encourage dreamers to check it out.

Dreaming More Soul Into Life Activate multidimensional medical intuition to scan beyond the surface and uncover the hidden trauma, ancestral imprints, and soul contracts that can keep illness repeating across generations.

Many people do not realize the quiet power of imagination. In shamanic traditions, imagination is one of the ways Spirit communicates with us and one of the ways we shape the unseen forces that eventually become the world we live in.

Every vision, every image we hold, every possibility we allow ourselves to feel begins to sculpt the energetic blueprint of our lives.

This is why it is so important to tend to the images we carry inside. When we imagine beauty, healing, compassion, and harmony, we begin to weave those qualities into the fabric of our lives and into the world around us.

Today, take a moment to honor the gift of your imagination. Let it guide you toward the life your soul truly wishes to create. 🌹 What you imagine matters more than you think.

Words to live and dream by!

THE SHAMANIST

I once thought of myself as a shaman,
as if the soul could be contained in a name,
as if the wind could be kept in a jar,
as if the river could be held by a fist.

But Infinite Spirit does not live inside such limiting identities.
It moves through them,
and then it moves on.

To call myself “shaman”
Is to harden into a mask,
to become a statue
where I was meant to be flame.

For the true shaman
is not a title,
but a listening.
Not a role,
but a way of being porous
to the living world.
Better to say my path has a shamanist flavor.

A shamanist is the one
who remembers
that the Earth is not dead.
That the trees speak
in green syllables of silence.
That the lake holds ancient medicine
beneath its shining skin.
That fire is a teacher
who burns away what is false
and warms what is true.

When our ancestors sought healing:
They went to the Mountains.
They walked into the Woods.
They sat by Water.
They knelt beside Fire.

Because something in the body remembers
what the mind forgets:
Nature is the old altar.
And the elements are still holy.
The shamanist path is not linear.
It is the circle of seasons.
It is the serpent shedding.
It is the moon darkening and returning.
It is the death of yesterday’s self
and the birth of tomorrow’s form.

We are not meant
to remain the same.
Even the caterpillar
dreams the dragonfly.

Even the seed
carries the oak as a secret.
So too the human being
carries a future selfhood
hidden inside the heart.

And the soul is not a fixed identity, however unique it may be.
It harbors a continual Invitation.
That comes as a dream.
It comes as a strange longing.
It comes as a sudden image
that feels more real
than the life we are living.

A vision arrives,
and we feel its magnetic pull.
It is not fantasy.
It is the Great Force of Life
whispering through the heart:
“Come.
Become.”

And yes, the Wounded Healer ordeal is necessary.
For no one can guide another
through the dark night in the forest
without having come through it.

Those wounds are not shame.
They are the doorways
where light is waiting to enter.

The Shadow is not an enemy.
It is a buried child,
a forgotten self,
a fragment exiled from love.

And the work is simple,
though it is not easy:

Return to the Core.
Return to the Heart of the Heart.
Return to the place
where awareness is still radiant
and love is still unbroken.

There, in the Living Field,
the world becomes transparent again.
The stone is not only stone.
The bird is not only bird.
The stranger is not only stranger.
All things are within one another,
and Spirit moves everywhere
like breath.

Sacred breathwork
is a doorway into this remembering.
It loosens the knots of the small self.
It opens the inner sky.
It takes us down into death,
and up into vision,
and back again into the world
with medicine in our hands.

Some come to breathe
to heal their sorrow.
Some come to breathe
to worship life.
Some come to breathe
because joy is burning inside them
like a hidden sun.
And some come
because the future is calling,
because they can feel the next step
trying to be born.

For the planet itself
is molting.
The old skin is cracking.
The old stories are collapsing.
The old forms are trembling.
Earth is in labor.
And in times of labor,
humanity must become more human,
not less.
More awake.
More imaginative.
More loving.
More courageous.

This is why the shamanic potential
must awaken in all of us now.
Not as a costume.
Not as a borrowed title.
Not as a spiritual ego
But as something far more humble.

It really is a natural capacity
of the heart:
To listen.
To attune.
To heal.
To dream forward.
To receive the Divine Lure.
To become a vessel
for the next beauty
seeking embodiment.

So let us not call ourselves shaman,
as if Spirit could be owned.
Old Frank Fools Crow, the Grand Teton Sioux medicine man said he was a “little hollow bone” for the Great Spirit to work through.
Let us become like little hollow bones.
Let us be a listening field.
Let us be a clear fire
in the midst of winter.
Let us be a human being
who remembers the sacredness of life,
and serves the Great Becoming
with open hands.

And when the invitation comes,
when the future-self appears
like a luminous animal at the edge of the woods,
let us not hesitate.
Let us follow.
For this is the true shamanism:
Not the name.
But the surrender
to the living Heart of all beings who live in Mother Earth.
——-
TuKuy, Friends❤️
Mikkal

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Photo: don Alverto Taxo, Attis Kichwa Taita Yachak of the High Andes of Ecuador.. The seeds of this poem were planted in my heart nearly 30 years ago in my long apprenticeship with don Alverto. Con todo mi corazon, muchas gracias, maestro ❤️🙏

Dream Experiences in Waking Life...

"In strengthening your capacity for metaphor, you are learning to see the intersecting patterns of meaning in the world, blurring any definite borders between waking and dreaming."

Toko-pa Turner, The Dreaming Way: Courting the Wisdom of Your Dreams. p. 94.

Sometimes I photograph the unexpected and through the lens of a dream, I see my waking images expressing the current state of my mental, emotional state of being.

Photograph: M. Eastwood, "Ring-billed gulls playing in the lake"

Good analysts and therapists can help us to recognize parts of ourselves we have repressed and denied. The shamanic concept of soul loss reaches further. It recognizes that soul healing is also about retrieving pieces of soul that have literally gone missing and need to be located and persuaded to return and take up residence in the body where they belong.

- Robert Moss, Dreaming the Soul Back Home

Sandra Ingerman’s wisdom is always a welcome invitation to shift our perspective

Most of us were taught that healing and change come from thinking harder, analyzing more, or trying to “figure things out.” This is the mind doing what it knows how to do. But the mind is not where true transformation begins.
Perception shifts when we learn to listen beyond the ego, beyond the part of us that sees life through separation, fear, and control. The spiritual part of ourselves already knows how to heal. It knows how to transmute old beliefs, habitual thoughts, and emotional patterns that quietly shape the reality we experience.

Changing perception is not an intellectual act. It requires intention, diligence, and compassion. Every shift in consciousness asks us to let go of an old identity before we can step into a new one. And when that doorway appears, the ego often stands guard, offering doubt, resistance, and fear.

Do not abandon the work when this happens.

Instead, return gently to your practices. Begin your day by setting an intention to see through the eyes of Spirit. Throughout the day, notice when your perception contracts and choose again. In the evening, reflect and allow the day to be transmuted.

Beautiful open hearted message and soulful prayer for the new year.

A 2026 PACHAKUTI MESA TRADITION MEDICINE CARRIER MISSIVE from don Oscar

My beloved PMT medicine carriers...walkers between earthly and heavenly worlds, let us begin this new cycle not by escaping the times we are in, but by standing firmly inside them.

In the Andes, we are taught that when the world trembles, it is not punishment — it is reorganization.

This is humankind’s prophesied Pachakuti: our moment of Great Turning, a time that rearranges what no longer serves life, so that a new order can emerge.

If you feel pressure, uncertainty, or fatigue, please do not assume you are off course. The mountain does not test those who are lost. It trains people to walk the path correctly, reverently, mindful of the footsteps they leave behind.

Remember what the practice of kamasqa curanderismo wisdom teaches us: Clarity does not come from force; authentic vision comes from being aligned and in harmony with life’s transformational nature and Pachamama’s shape-shifting proclivities.

Our medicine path has never been about escape, specialness, or having answers before they are earned. It is about learning how to stand upright when the ground is shifting and to keep your heart open without forgetting your center.

You are not asked to hold and heal the whole of Pachamama. You are only asked to consistently tend to your mesa—stone by stone, prayer by prayer, ritual gesture by ritual gesture. It is all about non-judgmental, embodied presence…here and now.

So, when and if our common Great Work feels heavy, let us return to the lived principle of aynikasunchis—in other words, ask not, “How do I fix this?” but “What is my right relationship here?” Right relationship restores energy; right relationship restores trust; right relationship restores The Path as an emissary of the Great Work.

The Machula Aulanchis, our venerated 'Old Ones,' remind us: You do not choose this path because it is comfortable. You walk it because your presence stabilizes the field.

Every time you choose integrity of Self and unattachment to outcome over urgency, every time you listen instead of reacting, every time you bless instead of hardening — you are participating in our current Pachakuti as a sacred shamanic guardian of our lineage, not a victim.

This year, you are not required to become something new.
You are asked to remember what you already are: A bridge. A witness. A carrier of balance, equanimity, and sacred reciprocity amid evolutionary dance shared by seen and unseen worlds.

When overwhelm rises, return to your body. Return to the earth. Return to the calm, gentle authority of your breath. For our mesa artistry does not rush. The mountain does not panic. The condor circles patiently until the view is wide enough.

Hence, carry this realization with you: “I do not need to hurry the turning. I need to stay present within it.”

Walk gently...Walk courageously...Walk in reciprocity…for Pachamama knows your name...And the path continues because you do!

In light, love, wholeness, and sacred relationship WE ever now remain. Remember this, experience it, live it--Hinayá!

With heart, don Oscar.

Recently, I dreamed of deep blue waters; of sailing, diving, and breathing underwater, feeling the presence of the Goddess. Upon entering waking reality, I was amazed by my luminous dream experience. My action plan…to write a poem based upon that dream.

“Deeper I Dive”

Seeking the source of the goddess
Her myths and gifts aplenty revealed.
To embody her presence
Of infinite wisdom and eternal shapeshifting.
And to ignite her voice of grace and inner divinity.
The sails are set, the preparations begin.
My name in the masculine means
“Sea Lord.”
The goddess knows his ways.
For she is the protector.

Photo Credit: M. Eastwood, "Sailing in Malta"

Every word you speak to yourself is a seed. Every thought you return to is a seed. Most of us did not choose the first seeds we planted. They were given to us through family, culture, and old experiences, and they have been repeated for so long that they feel like truth.
🌹Change does not happen by trying to silence the mind or by forcing positive thinking. It begins with awareness.

Today, simply notice the words you use with yourself. Notice without judgment.
When you catch a harsh or limiting thought, gently pause and place a kinder word beside it.
You do not need to uproot the old seed all at once. Just begin planting something new next to it. Over time, what is nourished with love grows stronger.

May you learn to allow new words to take root. May you speak to yourself as you would to the Earth: with respect, patience, and care. And may the seeds you choose today quietly shape a more loving inner landscape.