Yesterday, tucked away in the Hollywood hills, I performed a fire ceremony to burn the Despacho from Friday's Healing Circle. The metaphor of the ceremony did not escape me. Transmutation of one state to another --> from the manifested to the unmanifested --> from the formed to the formless. Fire strong. Our prayers answered. On a personal note, I found Mother's sense of humor permeating the air all around. There I was, a medicine woman in a house literally at the Hollywood Sign, reminding of a life from recent past. Yet unshaken, I remained a Divine servant. Being back in Los Angeles there are many more triggers in this place I used to call Home. But observing, when they do affect me, they fall away quickly. I cannot retain the reactions. They are no longer a part of my natural rhythm. The life of Hollywood is but an imprint of memory serving for its practical use. The life of Now is one that is deep in the soil of the Mother, carrying out Her mission. Under the Indigo Sky, I move because I am the movement. At the arch of Infinity, lies the medicine of Sunrise, reminding that "I am no Guru... I am just a No-Body living my truth". Join me.
Only love, Sitara
