The Little Lion Spirit and The Dreamer
I'm sitting here in small restaurant in Pisac, Peru and it’s chilly. If I were to transpose a memory from the more familiar Canadian climate of my roots, it's just like a crisp and colorful fall day. But instead, I’m in another hemisphere, sitting cozy in the corner of a second story dining room overlooking the quaintness of the town square; the Andes mountains towering, mythically, majestically in the background. The tan colored walls of the café are painted with sparkling pastel flowers on a vine, sky blue terrace doors are open to the sacred valley sunlight, and the blue velvet seats are all empty.
It’s low season, and because I’m the only gringo in this beautiful destination point cafe, the very friendly house cat, who’s name is also Gringo coincidentally, has just spent some quality time sitting on my lap. So, naturally I’ve been experiencing heaven, and rightly so. I’m gearing up in real time for a ceremony in the Sacred Valley, commencement time: tomorrow at 9 AM.
I’m very excited for this week coming up, and to my surprise the spirit of the lion has arrived in full force. He started out little, peaking out through the morning prowl of our hostels house cat Theo, and has only been getting bigger, as I’ve allowed the presence of his spirit to grow in my mind.
ROAR!
Tomorrow, I’ll be participating in a much anticipated plant medicine ceremony. San Pedro, also know as the Wachuma or Huachuma Cactus, is the power plant of this area, and since the medicine man is the cousin of my new Israeli friend, I even got to help prepare it—making it all that much more meaningful.
Then, a couple of days after that, I’ll be meeting Dona Maria; the medicine woman from my first book, and the Altum Mesayoq from the Qeros tribe. I’m over the moon in anticipation for this meeting because Dona Maria is my raison d'être, the central pull, she's what made me decide to come to Peru in the first place, and it was only after I arrived that I realized it would be possible to meet here.
Talk about a leap of intuitive faith on my part. And to add icing to this very delicious cake that I’ve been baking, the day of our meeting is on the Spring Equinox (or the Fall Equinox if you're reading this from the Northern Hemisphere), a power alignment for the planet, and another synchronicity.
Now it’s just my guess, but I bet you probably don’t know what the word Altum Mesayoq means, and why would you? It comes from the Quechua language of the natives who live here in the mountains, and unless you’re a local, a historian, an anthropologist, or have a soul that resonates with their spiritual lineage (like I do), most likely you would have never been introduced to it.
Altum Mesayoq is not a title given to many. These are the highest initiated healers in the Qero lineage and they only come around every third generation or so. Dona Maria is almost 100 years old, and based on my research, she's one of only two living humans with this title.
The story goes that Dona Maria was hit by lightening at 14 years of age, symbolizing the beginning of her initiation to connect directly with the Ruwal, the infinite spirit that creates and gives energy to all the Gods and Goddesses in their tradition, and especially the Apus, the sacred mountain spirits here in Peru.
Ruwal, Apus—these are words taken directly from the Qeros, and if I were to translate them into more familiar terms, I would say that she’s been initiated to connect directly with source (or God), and the individual deities of each mountain here in the valley.
If you know me at all, by now you'll probably know that I love to do research, and a couple clicks deeper into the Qeros offerings online, I discovered that Dona Maria was accessible thought the Incan Medicine School created by her brother. Their website, (which might I add, has brought me to tears more than once now), explains in detail their mission, healings and initiations. The school is a direct opening to their traditions and spiritual wisdom, and it was created in response to the universal indigenous prophesy; a time on earth when the rainbow warriors would begin to unite all over the world. In the words of their own tradition, “The day when the Eagle of the North will join the Condor of the South and fly together.”
The second initiation I’ll be going through with the Qeros, if everything goes as planned—and I know by now that things don’t always do, is one that would connect me directly with the Pleiades. “Mama Qoto” in the Quechua language, the spirit of a star in the milky way constellation that governs our destiny along side Mother Earth.
Ever since my awakening in 2012, the pleiades have been near and dear to my heart, and considering that the current state of my energy field has been described as a spiralling vortex the size of a planet or like a comet landing by more than one healer now, I’m thrilled at the thought of what these initiations could mean for my dharma.
For the past three years I've been going through an energetic process that's been connecting me to my past life gifts and wounds, to that I can . . . in the words of this present day, become “the little lion” that I was always meant to be.
It’s all very exciting, and I’m a bit surprised to be honest! In this very moment I'm experiencing the fruits of a dream; exploring the world as a digital nomad while I run a business online. It's a dream I’ve been dreaming for years now, and it’s come on the coat tail of some very bitter medicines: three years of covid in a sleepy home town, a massive contraction to my identity, and the tried and true saying that “good things come to those who wait”. After three difficult years of rabbit holes and growing roots in the darkness, the leaves of my newly blossoming maple tree (I'm a Canadian girl at heart), branches are beginning to reach into the sun kissed skies of my mid thirties, and in this breath filled moment, I couldn’t be happier.
So long story short, I’m feeling the energetic build up to these ceremonies that I've scheduled, and joy is filling my heart full of insights that are only just beginning to reveal themselves. Along with the appearance of my three little lion guides, the spirit of San Pedro has also arrived, and like a rainbow arch of loving grace, you know that I’ll be sharing as much as I can with you all here as I go through what feels to be a big initiation for my spirit.
So stay tuned, I’ll be sure to keep you posted with the details.
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THE HEALING PATHWAY: If you could dream anything into reality, what reality would you dedicate your life to creating? Dream big this week, spend some time in contemplation with your heart's calling, and don't forget to write down your thoughts!
I wrote this poem for an instagram video after leaving Costa Rica to help put into words the big emotions and gratitude I was feeling. Like it did for me, I hope that if you're ready, it inspires you to follow yours souls calling. To take a leap of faith. ✨
Would You Choose To Become The Dreamer?
What if the road to spiritual wellness,
Began by remembering to dream?
Would you choose to become the dreamer?
And what if somewhere deep inside of your heart,
Were the codes to human wholeness?
What if, just like a flower,
Your inborn nature was to blossom and thrive?
Would you find a way to dream it?
If the earth was a master teacher,
Sharing harmony and balance,
Would you choose let her teach you?
And if your body was a temple,
Made from a master,
And enlivened by a star;
If your essence was the key to everything,
Would you find a way to ignite it?
If the fabric of life was made from light and sound,
Would you find a way to open to it?
What if your body, mind, and emotions
Were pieces of a divine design,
Would you find a way to unearth them?
If there was no such things as separation,
If every cell in your beautiful being was a window to your soul,
Would you learn to see yourself through the eyes of love?
If life was a dream,
And you were the dreamer,
What would it take,
For you to dream your most beautiful dream. . .
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