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Maria Sabina was an amazing ceremonial leader in Oaxaca, Mexico.  When I was a graduate student at Pacifica Graduate Institute, I found several old audio tapes in the bookstore.  I bought a speech by Rolling Thunder, the Cherokee Medicine Man,  an ayuaska ceremonial recording called “Songs the Plants Taught Us”, and a tape of Maria [...]

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Synchronicity is a way the soul is making meaning of personal experiences.  This morning, the first day of Advent in the Liberal Catholic tradition, was focused on Discrimination.  The visiting Celebrant scheduled to perform the Liturgy canceled last night and the Rector gave his sermon “from the hip”.  He began with a quote from the [...]

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Sacred Clowns could make fun of the chief or medicine man without fear of reprisal. That was the way it used to be. We read about it in books. But is it still happening? Sunday morning, at the end of a Native American Church Ceremony, we were shaking hands, saying “Good Morning” to the participants. [...]

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Twenty three years ago a six-year-old gave her teacher a key chain made of psychedelic colored beads. She was graduating from kindergarten and traveling to her new home on the east coast. My wife decided to drape the beads over our rear view mirror. The key chain had been made by an Arapaho Medicine Man [...]

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Thirty one years ago a Papago Medicine Man named Meyalo gave me the name “Teacher of the Stories of Life”. Along with the name came a feathered headband. It was simple. It had a butterfly design made out of pheasant feathers in the center, a symbol of transformation. Superimposed upon that was a circular silver [...]

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Ten years ago my therapist asked me to journey toward my situation in the future. She told me to see myself  “10 years from now, where are you? what are your surroundings? what is your space like? the town? the climate?” So I went into a light trance and entered the imaginal world. There I [...]

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At twenty-one he is tuned into the egrets, surfing, esoteric philosophy and spirituality. Struggling to stay in school and support himself since he was a teenager, living with his friends’ families and maintaining his independence in the process, he reminds me of the old stories of the Native Americans, who were fiercely rooted in their [...]

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My granddaughter had found us seats on the north side of the crescent moon altar. My nephew was tending the blazing fire. The coals were bright orange. I was sitting beside a young man who was new to these ways. His lover was on the other side of me, next to my granddaughter. As we [...]

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Twice I have sat at the Tipi Door, the elder’s seat of honor, in the White Paint Arapaho Fireplace. Last Saturday was the second time. The Chief wanted a good man to be the first thing the relatives and the spirits would see as they entered the ceremony. He asked me if I could pay [...]

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Sometimes we need to listen to the spirit, which speaks in strange ways. Like women pastors continually calling one by a different name. After too much synchronicity we eventually pay attention. Why do all these spiritual leaders call me Charles? Who or what are they responding to? Is the Spirit speaking through them trying to tell me something?

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