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The Stone Shaman Teachings from the Mystery Schools of the Apus!

Sacred Journeys and the Stone Shaman is about connecting to SELF, to Nature and to the Sacred Circle of Friends, Ancestors, Relatives, and Soul Connections in a beautiful, relaxed environment in the Northwoods of Wi., with loons, bears, deer and other relatives gracing our sky and our land.

10/12/2026
10/07/2026

In 1939, six-year-old Willie Nelson dragged an oversized canvas sack through the cotton fields of Abbott, Texas, alongside his older sister, Bobbie. Abandoned by their parents during the Great Depression, the two siblings were raised by their paternal grandparents, who scraped by on whatever the dusty earth could yield. To help keep food on the table, the children were sent into the fields before sunrise.

The work was brutal for a small boy. The sharp dried bolls tore through skin, leaving his fingertips raw and bleeding by mid-morning. Dragging heavy sacks under the relentless Texas sun made his young back ache constantly. He watched older pickers hunch over the rows day after day, their bodies permanently bent and broken by manual labor.

It was in those very rows that Nelson reached a quiet, stubborn decision. He realized that a lifetime in the fields offered only exhaustion and early decline. Looking at his blistered fingers, he swore he would find another way out—and that way was music.

His grandfather had bought him a guitar for six dollars and taught him basic chords, while Bobbie learned the piano. Whenever they could put down their picking sacks, the children practiced. By age ten, Nelson was earning eight dollars playing rhythm guitar in local Bohemian polka bands at Texas dance halls. That single night of music paid more than an entire grueling week of picking cotton.

The memory of Abbott’s cotton rows stayed with him for the rest of his life. Decades later, long after escaping poverty and becoming one of America’s most recognizable musical icons, he never forgot the workers bent over the dirt. Instead of burying those memories, he channeled them into founding Farm Aid in 1985, raising millions to protect family farmers facing financial ruin. The boy who bled in the Texas cotton fields had spent a lifetime making sure others wouldn't be abandoned to the soil.

For anyone who respects the grit behind American music, the untold beginnings of the legends who survived them live here on this page.

09/29/2026

We Are So Close!
The Final Tissue-Thin Barrier

Last night, I had a very restless night filled with so many different dreams. I wish I could remember all of them, especially what led up to the final dream that came just before waking. But what I do remember was so clear, and the message was so powerful, that I knew I needed to share it with you today.

In this dream, I could see the entire Earth surrounded by a dome made of something that looked like tissue-thin paper. It was so incredibly thin, almost like the delicate membrane just inside an eggshell. Yet somehow, this fragile membrane was still holding something in place, keeping us from the freedom we have been searching for and from all the things we know deep within our hearts to be true but have yet to manifest.

And then I saw something extraordinary.

All across the Earth, on every continent, there were hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny pinpoints of light rising upward. Each one was reaching toward this thin membrane, pushing against it, trying to break through. But they were getting stuck. It was almost as if we were all bumping our heads against the same invisible ceiling, over and over again.

And I understood that these lights were us.

All of us who have spent our lives searching, remembering, awakening, and doing everything we know how to do to move beyond the limitations we have felt in this world.

I began remembering all the times in my own life when I pushed what I call “the envelope.” All the meditating, fasting, changing diets, and pushing, pushing, pushing, trying to get beyond a barrier I could feel but couldn’t quite get through.

And suddenly I could see that it wasn’t just me.

There were so many of us doing the same thing, all over the Earth. And beneath all that effort was a frustration that perhaps we don’t even admit to anyone else, and sometimes barely admit to ourselves.

Are we getting anywhere? What is the point of all this work? Why does it still feel so difficult? Haven’t we done enough already?

I know I have felt these things. Even now, there are mornings when I wake up with that familiar angst, wondering where all this is going. Is what we’re doing enough? Have we really made a difference? What have we been working toward our entire lives?

But the beautiful breakthrough in this dream was realizing that we HAVE been enough.

We have not been pushing against something that is impossible to move. We have been working our way through layers and layers of barriers, and now we are reaching what looks like the very last one.

And it is tissue-thin!

In the dream, I understood that these barriers had been placed around humanity ages and ages ago. I’m not talking about centuries or even thousands of years. I’m talking about ages past, when dark ones put limitations in place to keep humanity from fully awakening, to keep us enslaved, and to keep us doubting our own power and the divinity that lives within us.

And now, after all this time, all this work, and all these generations, we are right up against what looks like the final membrane.

I could see those thousands of little lights pressing upward against it, and I wanted so badly for every single one of them to realize how close we actually are.

Because from where I was seeing it in the dream, it didn’t look like it was going to take much more to tear it open.

Just a little more effort. Just a little more perseverance. Just a little more of us keeping on, keeping on.

And then I thought about that incredibly delicate membrane inside an egg. You know the one. That almost invisible layer that holds everything inside, right up until the moment something breaks through.

That’s what this barrier looked like.

And once we tear through it, we will finally be able to breathe the fresh air of freedom that humanity has been searching for, for so many generations.

I also began to understand why things might be feeling so heavy for so many of us right now. Why we feel tested, exhausted, frustrated, or find ourselves questioning everything we’ve spent our lives working toward.

Perhaps we are feeling the resistance of that very last barrier.

Perhaps we’re not feeling stuck because nothing is happening. Perhaps we’re feeling stuck because we’re right up against the final layer, and we just haven’t been able to see how thin it has become.

This was the message of my dream. We are so much closer than we realize.

And I wanted to share this with you today because I know I’m not the only one who has been feeling this frustration. I know there are so many of us who have given our hearts, our lives, and our energy to this awakening, sometimes wondering if anything we do is really making a difference.

I want you to know what I saw.

I saw all of us.

I saw those little pinpoints of light across every continent, all reaching upward, all pushing against the same fragile membrane. And even though each of us might feel alone in our efforts sometimes, from where I was seeing it, we were anything but alone.

We were doing this together.

And we were so very close.

So please, don’t give up now. Not when we have come this far. Not when the barrier that once seemed impossible to overcome has become as thin as tissue paper.

Keep on keeping on.

We don’t have to do this alone. We have each other. And maybe that’s the most important thing for us to remember right now.

Let’s hold hands, hold on to each other, and keep going.

Because what I saw in my dream was that we are on the brink of tearing open that last membrane and finally setting ourselves free.

And wouldn’t that be something!

So that was my dream last night, after a long night of dreaming one thing after another, until this final image came through just before waking.

And after all that, I woke up this morning and realized I needed a nap! 😊

With love, Aluna Joy

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(Please note, our Egypt trip in February has already sold out long ago.)

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09/27/2026
09/22/2026

The equinox update is out!

Dear Friends,

The Equinox is September 22, 2026 at 6:05pm Mountain Daylight Time

The Equinox lands at a mid-point between the Solstices. It is a time to honor balance, a change of seasons, the beginning of something new or the progress of something already in motion. As with any powerful time, it is important to honor it in some way with a ritual, a prayer, a release, and taking an action towards something new or in progress. What intention has been delayed, procrastinated or blocked in some way? Take a determined action to move through obstacles or sluggishness from a place of confidence and commitment. On this day we also move signs from Virgo to Libra.

Blessings,
Lena

Join Anna for a remote shamanic healing on September 24, working with the energies of the Full Moon. 7pm MDT. Sign up online: https://thepowerpath.com/product/remote-shamanic-healing-with-anna-september-24/

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