The Pachakuti Mesa altar ground is many things. Among them, it is map and mirror, clock and compass. My mesa has become my constant travel guide as I journey through this life. Growing up submerged in a society that pathologically prizes constant production and…

Most anything can be medicine or poison, depending on relationship and respect. I have known sweetness primarily as poison or as vessel to it. My mesa work has called me into new relationship with sweetness as medicine, slowly imbuing me with its gifts and…

Om Klim Kalika yei Namaha… I chanted it again and again over an impromptu fire lit in a tin in the back yard. Fueled by the first coffee I’d consumed in years and all the anger it took to break the floodgate of feelings I hadn’t known were in me, the mantra rumbled…

It has been one year since I first chanted the directions and breathed into my new altar the intention to walk as a mesa carrier in the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition. Two years since I was Reiki attuned. Three since I first experienced energy healing and shamanic…

Crying over a mess of herbs and alcohol stirred into an inert slop before my mesa, shedding tears on the wreck as though they might be the secret ingredient to right this botched attempt at alchemy, my body heaved out a liquid history of cynicism, mind collapsing to match the mess like a tapestry unraveled at the tug of a single thread.