i have lived many lives, and in each one, the jungle found me.
in one, i was a shaman — a male tribal leader — guiding my people through ceremony, through the rhythms of drum and fire, through the unseen pathways the spirit world lays before us.
in another, i was a solitary jungle woman. the river was my altar. water was my medicine. i would submerge my hands, whisper prayers into the current, and watch as it carried away what did not belong, bringing life back to those who came to me.
i know these lives because they return to me in dreams. not as distant memories, but as places i still walk. the light through the canopy, the smell of rain-soaked earth, the hum of the forest — all etched into the marrow of my being.
when i moved here to the jungle in this life, it did not feel like a beginning. it felt like coming back. the air, the rhythm, the pulse of the land — my body already knew it. my spirit already belonged to it. there was no real “adjustment,” only remembering.
now, i am starting to embody this jungle woman again. when i see myself from my higher self’s eyes, i see a grandmother, a jungle witch. i see her offering tea, good food, and quiet healing to those who find her home. i see her in full communion with the land — every tree, every bird, every spirit an ally.
lately, the call has shifted. the message is clear: stop scattering my energy. stop trying to hold everything at once. i am being told to put down certain plates — even my retreats for now — so i can tend to the fire of my real craft.
shamanism. the deep work. the unseen weaving.
i have resisted this before. part of me still wanted to play, to keep one foot in the lighthearted, the “pa-cool” side of me. but the voice is louder now.
go hermit.
go deep.
take it seriously.
build the strength of your energy until it cannot be moved.
the jungle is my teacher in this. it mirrors my truth without mercy. it sharpens me, strengthens me, and strips away what i no longer need.
this is not just where i live — this is where i am being forged.
the call has never left me. it has only grown stronger.
and now, i am ready to answer — not as the woman i have been, but as the healer i have always been becoming.