sacred remedies
The Sacred Passage of Dreams
In the deep velvet silence of the night, our spirits travel beyond the confines of the body. The ancient peoples of these lands did not view dreams as mere fantasies of the mind but as sacred passages of the soul. The stars and moon served as guides to unseen realms where wisdom, healing and guidance could be found.
Our ancestors understood that the dream world is a bridge between the physical and spiritual. It is here that the soul receives messages to heal old wounds and seek direction for the waking life.
The Breath of Balam
Ay, sit close. The jungle has eyes and the night has a heartbeat. We speak now of Balam. The Jaguar.
The old ones tell us that the Jaguar is more than an animal of the earth. He is the keeper of the bridges. He walks between the world of the living and the world of the spirits with a silence that commands respect. He does not fear the dark because he is the dark.
The Mother of Tides
We call her Metztli. We call her Abuela. She is the oldest woman in the sky and she has a heavy job. She is responsible for dragging the great oceans back and forth across the belly of the earth.
The Garden of the Ancestors
Ay, sit close and listen to the green wisdom of the land. The plants are the first guardians of our bodies and our spirits. This is a history of the earth written in leaves and bark and resin. Our ancestors knew the language of the garden and used it to build the first healing arts. They understood that every root is a story and every flower is a prayer. To walk with these plants is to align with a natural wisdom that has sustained the tribe for millennia.
The Wisdom of the Stars
The sky is not just sky. It is memory. It is language. It is the breath of our ancestors moving through time.
Before we had clocks or calendars, we had the stars. We watched them rise, shift, return. The elders did not need a watch to understand what time it was. They looked up, and they listened. The stars told them when to plant, when to harvest, when to rest, when to pray.
The Healing Force of Water
Water holds memory. It carries spirit. It knows how to return. How to cleanse. How to begin again.
We are born from water. It moves through blood, breath and bone. When the body aches or the heart grows heavy, water calls us back into rhythm. Rivers, springs and cenotes are medicine.
In the old ways, water was more than something you drink. It was for prayer. For release. For remembering what is sacred.
Sacred Fire: The Great Purifier
Ay, sit close, child of the earth, child of the sun, and listen to the ancient story of fire. Fire is not only heat, it is not only light. Fire is the heartbeat of our transformation, the path of change that leads us from what was to what will be. It is a dance of spirits, a prayer of smoke and flame, a burning that consumes all that holds us captive, so that we may step into the world reborn.
The Four Directions
I, Quetzalli, daughter of the sacred mountains, speak of the Wheel of Life. It is the circle, the sacred circle, that turns like the seasons and like the steps of the ancient ones. I see it not only with my eyes, but with my heart, for it is in the heart that all truths are revealed.