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Musings of an Awakening Spirit

Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience.
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My First Egg Cleansing

My First Egg Cleansing
As promised, I am offering a new round of stories to honor my Shaman grandmother, Madre Sarita. We will step away from the early years of my memoir which were featured last week, and into my training with her— receiving her healings and learning the skills to deliver them. This week's honoring began by featuring an old blog which translates the practice of channeling into our everyday communication ,"Communion-ication". Today, I want to...
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A Phenomenal Woman

A Phenomenal Woman
Today would have been the 111th Birthday of my beloved teacher and abuelita, Madre Sarita. So I want to honor her by sharing with you her phenomenal story:rebeccahaywood.com/about/mother-sarita Starting today, I will also be featuring various old blogs that display the touch of her medicine and how it has blossomed within me over the years— from the memoirs of my preparation and training, to my teaching journals and all the personal evolution throughout. This week's listing features a...
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Fire Cleansing III: Discovering Immunity

Fire Cleansing III: Discovering Immunity
This is the story of how I found true immunity, as a human and as a shaman, and set myself free from the ‘Black Magic’ of emotional poison and vexed stories that can contaminate our internal world…  EYES TO THE UNSEEN:It was a beautiful Saturday in Descanso, California. Madre Sarita had a full class of healing students and this weekend was all about Fire Cleansing. I was excited to receive her teaching again....
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Call to Action

Call to Action
One important step in manifesting our desire is a simple one— to listen. Once we have lit our candles and said our prayers, literally or figuratively, we must listen for Life’s answer. For the answer will inevitably come with a call to action.  In my last blog post, ‘Crying Prayers’, I spoke to ‘becoming the invitation’ by surrendering to the asking and that, no matter our faith or our desperation, Life is listening....
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Crying Prayers

Crying Prayers
I used to think that in order for my prayers to be effective, they required absolute faith. I had spent years overcoming the voices of doubt and mastering the embodiment of faith that I witnessed flowing so effortlessly from my teacher, Madre Sarita. When she prayed, her words were like a pointed arrow, piercing its target with no drag of doubt upon its flight. I mimicked her energy until I too found faith's force moving...
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Communion-ication

Communion-ication
Let’s put the communion back into communication. I began translating for Madre Sarita and her clients after a mere two weeks of working with her and with only a handful of Spanish vocabulary. She told me I could and so I did. I put all of my attention into her, our eyes locked in a steady gaze, and the words began to flow out of my mouth. Though I could hear her, I was...
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Fire Cleansing II: Faith in Action

Fire Cleansing II: Faith in Action
The heart of this ancient ritual comes to life when we bestow our faith and awareness upon its inherent healing power. Like a magnifying glass, faith intensifies and focuses the energy, producing profound and sustained healing... but how do we wield such a tool as healers and as heal-ees? It is difficult to describe faith or how it is conjured. For it is like breathing— it just is. Often misconstrued as belief, faith...
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Fire Cleansing I: The Simple Science of an Ancient Art

Fire Cleansing I: The Simple Science of an Ancient Art
Of all the tools Madre Sarita endowed to me, Fire Cleansings are my absolute favorite. They reach into the deepest layers of self, from the physical to the spiritual, and draw out lifetimes of negativity. In Sarita's mythology, a Limpia de Lumbre was her medicine of choice to address what she called 'magia negra', or 'black magic'. When she saw that one's illness was 'unnatural', meaning that there had been a 'dano' or...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 1

A new chapter emerges from an old story in which now I feel as a ghost, returning to a life that is no longer mine. Was it ever mine to claim or was it a gift lent to a young girl in search of her truth? In all certainty it was a gift; a gift of many gifts. Like a Chinese puzzle box, each compartment was a treasure which revealed the key to...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 2

I remember the first time I gazed into her eyes in that tiny healing room in San Diego, California. Like the room, her little body didn’t seem big enough to produce the amount of light radiating from her presence. I recognized her eyes instantly. They accompanied my dreams on many a cold night in the previous Vermont Winter: A mirror reflecting not the young face of my youth, but the sun-worn skin of...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 3

The first instruction was to quit my caretaking job on the mountain. This did not appeal to me as Mt. Mansfield had provided such a refuge, but I followed it anyway and packed my things to head for a new refuge— part two of the instructions: a month at my family’s cabin in Maine, alone and in silence.   This old fishing camp was a cherished place of my childhood summers. It has...
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Rebecca's Memoir - Chapter 4

That North Star led me back to my dear friends in Vermont where I took a farming job up the road from our house. It was here that I met my first teacher... which came not as one person, but as a group of people who welcomed me into their meditation circle. I joined them for a brief time, learning their chosen technique of meditation. And it certainly was a technique! It was...
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Rebecca's Memoir ~ Chapter 5

Though I didn’t know it, agreeing to travel with my Aunt Maria would put me on a direct path to my teacher, Sarita. At first, all I knew was that the purpose of Maria’s trip was to intensify her apprenticeship with a man named don Miguel Ruiz. Since she was a dancer, I made the assumption that Miguel was a dancer as well. I even went so far as to daydream of somehow...
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