Ceremonies and Workshops

shakeel8rudi ‘Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again’. Joseph Campbell.

‘Ayllu’ means tribe in Quechuan and I have found that as I work on my self and my own awareness, I meet others who are like-minded. I feel like they are part of my soul family or tribe. In Peru and with the Q’ero medicine men and women, there is no word for ‘I’, it is always ‘we’. A high priest or Alto Masayok (a shaman who works with the spirits of the mountains) will still be helping his brother to build a fire or bring in the potato harvest. In the High Andes, working together is imperative for their survival. However, as someone who lives in the West, it’s also important to nurture myself first, in order for me to give my highest energies to my community. I run a regular full moon fire ceremony in the woods, as well as a two year medicine wheel programme, you can find more details in these pages here. I also offer space clearing service for your office or home.

A Prayer for Creating Sacred Space

South.

To the winds of the south

Great Serpent,

Wrap your coils of light around us,

Teach us to shed the past the way you shed your skin,

To walk softly on the Earth. Teach us the Beauty way.

West

To the winds of the West

Mother Jaguar,

Protect our medicine space.

Teach us the way of peace, to live impeccably

Show us the way beyond death.

North

To the winds of the North.

Hummingbird, Grandmothers and Grandfathers,

Ancient Ones

Come and warm your hands by our fires,

Whisper to us in the wind,

We honour you who have come before us

And you who will come after us, our children’s children.

East

To the winds of the east

Great Eagle, condor

Come to us from the place of the rising Sun.

Keep us under your wing.

Show us the mountains we only dare to dream of.

Teach us to fly wing to wing with the Great Spirit.

Mother Earth

We’ve gathered for the healing of all your children.

The stone people, the plant people,

The four legged, the two legged, the creepy crawlers,

The finned, the furred and the winged ones.

All our relations.

Father Sun

Father Sun, Grandmother Moon, to the Star Nations

Great Spirit, you who are known by a thousand names

And you who are the unnameable One.

Thank you for bringing us together

And allowing us to sing the Song of Life another day.