Honoring Ancestors

Novena Begins May 24, 6AM MTN – 13 Minutes Long

Belief that humans experience an after life is widespread across our planet. A part of that story surrounds the social-cultural “knowledge” regarding unexpected deaths: the idea that humans dying before they are ready creates many “lost souls.” Our Covid 19 Deaths, locally, nationally and globally, are souls who weren’t expecting the end to come this way. As a result, many are lost in very real astral planes all around us. These recent deaths, now ancestors, gave their life in this pandemic, and survivors will learn from their passing, and survive. If any of this thinking resonates with you, you might like this article.

            The Novena, a nine day ceremony, is also an old human experience, known across the continents and cultures: in the Catholic Church, for instance, as well as in many Native American rites, to name a couple of the bigger examples.  

Over nine days May 24- June 1 at 6AM and for the next thirteen (13) minutes each day, we will perform ceremony in honor of the recent dead, those who died either directly by the virus or as a result of its damage. You are invited to participate in any way comfortable for you, from wherever you may be.

            We want to share some of the cultural-traditional practices of this altar and open it for participation in an inter-faith manner. While we honor these deceased in our manner, we provide generic/core possibilities for anyone who believes the after life needs a hand. From 6AM to 6:13AM we simply honor the recent dead and their families. How and where is entirely up to you; the key ingredient is the sincerity of your petition/intention for these recent ancestors.

  The instructions are designed to explain, perhaps reveal, a novena to the Santa Muerte, HolyDeath (more below on that controversial thought) in the form we follow at this altar. We’ll outline the steps, the actions and the Words/Palabra we will be using and along with this information we will provide structure, suggestions and substitutions for any one of any faith – basic prayer structure in comfortable ways.  

In these 13 minutes we will send thoughts for the recent dead and the surviving family and friends to find the LIGHT we all need, dead or alive. We want to honor these souls for their sacrifice and for what that may teach us about the big Earth change we are all experiencing.

            A basic principle at this altar is that along with the specific mission we each have on Earth, we each have the mission of purifying the blood that flows through us. We are speaking of a spiritual, metaphysical purification, of course. All our bloods go way back, and well, not everyone has been a positive force on the planet; this needed purification benefits us individually, benefits our ancestors where they may be, and also benefits our descendants, those who carry our blood forward. We are, after all, talking about science. DNA brings the facts, the factors, that affect our lives now, the entanglements, let’s say, in our family karma.

Makes sense, in light of human history, to cleanse our blood, don’t you think?

   This ancestral principle/mission goes way back in Mexico and Central America and has led to modern day forms like Día de los Muertos, Day of the Dead, from Mexico, the Tibetan Bardo (instructions for the Dead in the passage from one life to another, and the many Egyptian rites for the dead, before, during and after passing.

Our experience lies with the Day of the Dead. Most of the information regarding the Day of the Dead doesn’t come close to explaining or describing a traditional Day of the Dead – the preparation, the materials, the people who are invited, much less the dead who will be listed, announced and honored by song, smoke and drum. Our altar doesn’t claim to be a bonafide, approved traditional altar, nor authorities of any kind. We simply claim sincerity and are willing to share the experience we’ve had. We apply what we have seen to the times we live. In our context, by the way, “traditional” refers to times long before Columbus, back to Olmecs and Toltecs and Mayans.

            Some will criticize us for offering the information below and some will applaud us. There is controversy regarding the sharing of traditional, ancestral knowledge. The history of Native Peoples since the “conquest” is the record of our ancestors who gave their life so we could survive disease, treachery and genocide, an awesome inheritance, qué no?.

            Within our indigenous Mexican culture there has long been a Land of the Dead and a deity assigned to manage the movement of spirits. Pre-Columbus her name was, and still is, Miclantecuhtli – Lady of the Land of the Dead. In the twentieth century She took the form many would describe as a grim reaper, but that’s the only similarity, I assure you. The Santa Muerte is a full on deity with mission, principles and methods of worship. Actually She qualifies as a cult, in the best way of looking at it, and also in the worst perversions of cult imaginable, but given that it is entirely up to the will of the person who invokes Her, one can understand why it gets ugly.

            While our Mother, the Virgen Guadalupe gives love, harmony, fertility, healing, abundance and many miracles such as us latinos still being here and in abundance, Her sister, the Santa Muerte is about human will, which takes all the judgement out of it. There is only the decision made with whatever karma it brings. When one invokes the power of death, the only thing of its kind on planet Earth, one can, as they say, make things happen. In this context we see Her as the receiver of the dead, both the lightward bound and the lost.

            As you may have already guessed or may have known, the Santa Muerte, is quite controversial. Her present form first came in the late 20s, in secret until 1968 (and histories disagree) when She and Her Culto went public. She came for those the church forgot and for the women who needed power to survive, something you will read, even in the most negative accounts of Her. Calling upon Her means that we need something big to change, move, live, something, and we’re not getting the help we need. Like all power it begins with good in mind, but soon, unfortunately human history shows it gets poisoned real fast. You can imagine the controversy, and if you have comments or questions about it please email us at facilitator@hempcredible.org.

            We won’t list our directions here due to significance of the material but we have them ready for you on PDF. Email us at facilitator@hempcredible.org and we’ll get them to you by Saturday, May 23 in the AM.  Those clients who received an email from us, have the directions attached. We hope you can join us in some way and let us know if you have special groups or persons in mind, if you experienced some insight or if you have questions. Bendiciones



To Those Who Serve

Is this what we have been preparing for?

People who provide service are everywhere: doctors, police, lawyers, alternative healers, midwives, food preparers, tarot readers, nurses, active military, veterans, motorcycle clubs that watch after abused children, social workers, clergy, service organizations and by now you know I’m way short on the list of people who do for others.

All these roles, whether they’re good guys or bad people, whether they’re Mother Teresas or shister entrepreneurs, have one thing in common. They’re bringing some service to the rest of us, agreed? It’s just something many humans do, service.

I started writing this to fellow healers, local providers, readers, life coaches, etc, but then I realized we are only part of the service story. Most of our patients and clients provide for others and sometimes need a hand from the burden. Many times it’s the mother who carries broken families or the father frustrated at not being able to support his family, or the teacher spread too thin spreading the word. People who serve.

Helpers help helpers

Speaking then to all of us who serve in some sincere manner, this viral challenge has increased our workload. This affects to the student in the first day of medical school as it does to the medical professionals on the front lines right now – God bless them! It applies to the food worker and the police-person, and to the alternative healers who will soon work on worn medical professionals and people who can’t find healing anywhere else. And it affects the teenager who feels an inexplicable drive, in this crazy world they’ve inherited, to help out.

As I face my fears in this crisis I am reminded that it was just these kinds of pressures – someone sick, something rotten in life, loved ones dying, traumas all around, hard challenges, since our youth for many of us – that led us, recruited us, convinced us into a life of service. The 10 year-old who watched 9/11 happen on TV, serves in Afghanistan, the child who was raised around illness becomes a surgeon, the cop who saw the dark side growing up wants to save the old neighborhood.

Makes one wonder about our children now as they watch our government’s blockbuster reality show and who are quite possibly facing the loss of someone they love. What, who, will they be in 2030? What we do now will go a long way to shape that answer.

In other words, fellow servers of humanity, perhaps this world health crisis and all the challenges lined up underneath it are

What we have been preparing for all along

These crisis, challenges, hardships and illnesses are what shaped the healing and evolution we have been privileged to see at this altar, for half a lifetime now. Those battles have formed us; as they say, those battles define us.

It’s not the first time we face the unknown, and so here we are facing, once again, a serious threat to world health and dealing with a new daily reality.

What an incredible opportunity!

Now we sharpen our focus, we cast away procrastination, we sharpen our skills, we watch, learn, adapt and move higher and higher in the actualization of the unfathomable human potential. Some of us have already died in this battle and some more will die, yet many who survive will evolve into leaders and professionals for the next generation.

Be certain much will be learned in the arts of healing and transformation, as the evolution we all feel in the Earth, indeed unfolds.

May Your Sun Ever Shine

Carta a los Servidores

Quizá hemos estado preparando para esto toda la vida…

La gente que provee servicio está por todos lados: doctores, policía, abogados, sanadores, parteras, gente que prepara comida, lectores del Tarot, enfermeras, militares activos, veteranos, motociclistas que apoyan niños abusados, el carnicero de la tienda, trabajadores sociales, el clérigo, organizaciones de servicio y ya para ahorita usted sabe que esta lista es demasiado corta acerca gente que provee servicio.

Estos rollos, sean gente buena o mala, sean Madre Teresitas o comerciantes de la nueva edad, tienen algo en común. ¿Simplemente esta gente nos entrega algún servicio a los demás en tiempos de crisis, de acuerdo?

Empecé este blog dirigiéndome a compañeros de la obra, a curanderos, sanadoras, colegas locales, así.  Realicé pronto que nosotros somos nada mas parte del cuento de los servidores. La gente que atendemos dan servicio y aveces necesitan una mano con la carga. Aveces es una madre soltera sosteniendo familias quebradas, o un hombre desesperado por su familia, o puede ser una maestra estirándose hasta el ya no, para que los chamacos aprendan.

Ayudantes Ayudando Ayudantes

Hablando con los que entregamos sincero servicio al mundo, obviamente este reto viral ha aumentado nuestras cargas. ¡Esto afecta al estudiante médico en su primer día de clases tanto como los médicos en pleno oficio, o sea los que están al mero frente – Dios los bendiga! Se refiere al trabajador de cocina, a la policía, a los sanadores que entregan su servicio, se enfermen o no.

Al enfrentar mis miedos en esta crisis recuerdo que fueron exactamente estos tipos de presiones – algún enfermo, algo podrido en los tramites diarios, amados muriéndose, traumas de toda índole, retos fuertes, desde la juventud – que nos llevaron, nos presionaron y nos convencieron ser servidores. Por ejemplo, el niño de 10 años que observó el 9/11 y ahora sirve en Afganistán, y el niño creado entre enfermos llega a ser cirujano, y el joven que vive lo duro de su barrio regresa de policía.

Se pone uno a pensar de los niños de hoy observando el espectáculo que presenta el gobierno y el mundo, algunos con posibilidades de perder un amado a la inmigración o a la Muerte. ¿Quién serán ellos en el 2030? Lo que nosotros los servidores hagamos en estos momentos formará parte de esa respuesta.

En otras palabras, colegas servidores de la humanidad, quizá esta crisis mundial y los retos que presenta es a lo que venimos, o sea

el momento por el cual nos hemos preparado toda la vida.

Así que estamos, hermanos, hermanas y las ánimas que nos apoyan, enfrentando una seria amenaza a la salud del mundo y los efectos que nos trae.  

¡Que increíble oportunidad!

Ahora afilamos nuestro enfoque, cortamos la desidia, mejoramos nuestras habilidades y nos llevamos con harmonía. Observemos, aprendemos, adaptemos y actuemos hacia niveles más y más altos de la infinita potencial humana. Algunos servidores ya murieron y morirán otros en esta lucha, pero de los que sobreviven muchos evolucionarán a ser líderes del futuro; de seguro, mucho se aprenderá dentro las artes de curación y transformación, y la evolución de la Tierra, que todos sentimos, vendrá.

Que su Sol siempre brille!

Common Person Altar First Sending Ceremony

September 27, 2019: New Moon Eve

Healing talk begets healing. When trust is gained people share their desires and when these are shared to/with a healing network, they become prayer requests with more power potential than “normal,” as in when we say, “All I can do is pray.”

We heard of tougher situations, asking for those who can’t, ancestral cleansing, the divine and profane, karma, multidimensionality, dealing with doctors, power, keeping a woman alive long enough to see her grandchildren, help for young people living under high pressure and finally courage, self confidence and faith.

The Video. A straight forward, unreahearsed , unpolished, not for entertainment, eight minute prayer ceremony. If you are one of those individuals that simply prays about things all the time, whether your faith is up or not, you might enjoy or at least connect with the video and its intent. Of course all are welcome to view it, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t limit some expectations while we expand on the word prayer.

The Thesaurus says pray is also: ask, beseech, visualize, see what you want, urge, recite, appeal, petition, request, say, solicit, brace, crave, entreat, implore, invoke, supplicate, cry out…

If any of those verbs are acceptable to you then we urge to find out what prayer (or any of those other actions) can do in your life.

Our next Sending Ceremony is October 26, 2019, New Moon Eve. Take action.

Plant Speak

“We’ve always been about healing,” says the Spokesplant, “since the Beginning.”

“Yes,” I say, “and you were here before we were,” hoping to say the right thing to these plants that – brace yourself – dragged me from my lab into this, this what?…plantworld?

“We feed every living thing from the time they begin to breath.,” says stumpy Palm Tree, the one chosen to speak to the captive human. Problem is it doesn’t feel like I’m dreaming anymore. The dream was about a discovery I was making. These plants took me from the dream, then. Maybe.

“And the photosynthesis process,” I offer, “Wow, I mean, that’s basically why I have a job. “

The plants, tall ones, short ones, spicy, weedy, fruity, pulpy ones, are shaking their leaves madly, or so it seems. The extended, loud shaking sounds have a certain organization to them, exactly like the sound patterns of human speech.

Palm Tree turns back to me. A tall lanky, Medicine Plant steps up next to him and suddenly stops flapping. 

Palm Tree translates, “She says, well, she says humans are entitled buffoons and pompous  narcissicists.”

Yeah, this could turn nerve-wracking, but ‘buffoons’? I say, “I received my first science award in the sixth grade, my parents were NASA big wigs, and my career in biology and computer science is well documented. History,”

A quick flap of leaves, then the translation, “Do you see what I mean?”

Wow, can you imagine proving that plants can talk? I wonder then, a little more nervous, if they can read minds.

Flapping leaves say, “Of course we read minds, buffoon.” Turns out Medicine Plant does flap English.


Flap, rap, “How do you think the Earth has survived humans this long?”

Now she’s pushing my moral button, “But we’re not destroyers, not scientists anyway, we feed people like never before seen on this planet.”

“Yet more than ever starve.”

“OK, there’s that, but that’s humans confusing feed and greed.”

“So fattening people on GMO while their mind and body lose their innate abilities will save the planet?”

I don’t have much to say about that. GMO was the price of getting the money we needed to continue any biological research.  

“You’ve done enough in the name of this ‘research.’”

“Stop, we do many good things with your gifts, Medicine Plant, we try, really try,” I saying wondering why I am so angry. Now I want to cry, so I panic, “Why do you have me here? In my world this isn’t possible. This kind of thing can ruin me.”

Palm Tree and Medicine Plant flap leaves among themselves ignoring me, until the gasps become short grunts.

Palm Tree, “We have a message for your science, but it’s so simple that we wonder how you have not yet figured it out.”

“You humans are so smart,” adds Medicine Plant.

OK, that sounds better. “Is it something we don’t understand, something we have wrong? Is the GMO worse than we think? What did we miss?”

Medicine Plant responds with hard leaf flapping then says, “You haven’t missed anything, on the contrary, you’ve learned so much you’re dangerous.”

“And dangerous you’ve been since you learned you could reproduce yourselves,” adds Palm Tree.

I’ll have to ask about that sometime. “So do you want us to stop something we’re doing?” which could be easier said than done, at least at my lab.

“You won’t stop anything until the big change comes, but meanwhile our message could make things easier…,” says Medicine Plant.

“Damn,” I get it, “you mean the inevitability of all the human suffering that’s coming, no matter what?”

I am, after all, a scientist. We can’t deny it any longer, global warming, GMO and other mutation work, crisis with water, all of it’s coming.

Palm Tree, “You’re getting warm” then leaning toward Medicine Plant, adds, “I never thought he’d get there.”

I ignore that. “Is it a message how we can produce more?”


“Preserve more water?”

“Uh-uh, no.”

“I know. A way to avoid having to develop more nuclear energy?”

“All these things tie in of course, but they are all from the point of view of science and entitled humans…ask from your heart, Scientist,” says Medicine Plant, “the only question most humans miss.”

I’m giving up here. What do they want from me? The most pathetic and meek I’ve spoken in a long time, I hang my head and ask, “How?’

The next moment I face the danger of dirtying my undies when all the Plants behind the Spokesplants go into a storm level flapping of leaves. I weather it, so to speak, because Medicine Plant slaps a leave on my arm, bringing a most profound calm.

“What’d I do?”

“You asked ‘how,'” says Palm Tree as the flapping decreases to a whisper.

I better not ask how to make more plants, nor how to correct GMO problems, no, those questions just won’t do. I speak loud and clear, surprising myself, “How do we save the Earth?”

I never expected what came next and to this day I am not the same person. Medicine Plant says “Yes!”, jumps in my mouth and makes me swallow her whole.

I awake slumped over my desk, morning slobber all over a budget request.