To begin with, I would like to thank each and every one of you who come to read my blog. It is truly inspiring to see that there are people out there willing to take the time to read these posts.
With that said, this next post is a bit of a crazy story. You may believe me, or you may not, and I am okay with that.
It starts in Colorado, where I took a vacation with Bryan to participate in a Plant Medicine Ceremony. We were the first to arrive at the home of Drew and Ela, who run Sacred Journies Within.
To clarify, Sacred Journies Within is a non-profit organization. With it, Drew and Ela work to help heal others through shamanic ceremonies.
Shortly after we arrived and set up our campsite, the others that would be a part of the ceremony began arriving.
First to arrive was Cardell. Through our time there, I saw him take on the role of the enthusiastic apprentice to Drew. It was his third or fourth time (I can't quite remember) attending these ceremonies.
Then Kim arrived. She reminded me of my paternal grandmother quite a bit. She was just reaching the elderly stage of life, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. She had the spirit of a teenager, with a truck and motorbike to show for it.
It wasn't until later that night that our next participant arrived. Kat was from the other side of the state, and after a long day of podcast work, he still drove out to Drew and Ela's. And he still had the energy to partake with us in what we did next.
Before the official Plant Medicine Ceremony, there was another we would be participating in the next day. A Hauchuma Hike, where we would hike around the desert and drink a brew made with the Hauchuma Cactus (though you may know it as San Pedro Cactus).
In order to prepare for it, the brew had to be made the night before. And in order to do that, we peeled the cactus skin and placed the flesh into the brew.
The next morning the final participant arrived just as we were getting ready to head out. Sara had also brought her husband and their baby boy who was only a few months old. In her I saw the woman I had been when my own son was that young.
With everyone together, we carpooled out to the Mesas.
It was there that we began our hike, drinking periodically from the Hauchuma. On the first stop to drink, we all stated our intentions with the hike. We also each got to pick something that we wanted to see while hiking.
At first, I was going to say either a wolf or an owl. But when it came to my turn, all I could see in my head was a meadow full of flowers. So instead, I stated that I wanted to find a rainbow of flowers.
And I pretty much did find what I was looking for. As soon as we started hiking again, we started seeing flowers of all kinds around the Mesas. And some of them were colors I was surprised to find.
But as we got close to ending our hike, I realized that of all the colors, the only color of flower I did not find was blue. I wondered why blue.
It was then that I heard a voice in my head. Well, it wasn't really a voice so much as it was a thought. And this voiceless voice told me, "You will receive the blue flower at your healing."
I felt so strange as I heard the thought, and I told Bryan and a couple of the others about it.
After the hike we had the rest of the day and the next day to do whatever we pleased. We ate, hung out, took naps, and on the following day we all took a trip together to a hot spring.
At this point I had all but forgotten about the statement of the blue flower. That is, until the Ceremony began that evening.
To begin the ceremony, Drew explained to us what we would be doing. He also explained how every batch of the plant medicine we were about to drink was made differently from each other. This batch we were receiving was no exception. He listed all of the unique ingredients mixed in.
To be honest, I don't really remember most of the ingredients he had listed off to us. But there was one he stated that seemed to stop my heart for a moment.
In the mix was a flower known as the Blue Lotus.
I realized immediately that this was the blue flower, being given to me during a healing ceremony.
To me, this was the biggest confirmation of all. It solidified all of the things I had seen and heard throughout my life, allowing me to dismiss the thought that I was just crazy.
It was enough to bring me to tears, though at the time I did not shed them.
The ceremony itself went well, even better than I could have imagined. But to talk about it would be another blog post entirely.
For now, though, the message of the blue flower still lives in my heart, and I am sure to note any time I spot them.
If you have any special stories about blue flowers, I would love to hear them. You can either post them on our Facebook wall (@mystoryrewritten) or you can comment here.
I look forward to hearing more of your stories as I continue to share my own.