Broken Pots

My foster mother was a potter at Picuris Pueblo in the years that I was growing up. Because she was a potter, I got to hear her songs and hear her prayers. I would go up to the mountains with … Continue reading

Angels of Light

When I get a vision, I am told exactly, step by step, how to do it, and if I don’t do it right then there are angels, or beings, that come from the other side and tell me I made … Continue reading

Soul Drinking Light

A vision is the soul drinking light. It starts with descending light, like falling rain. The descending light is the feminine, the receptive. It is just light or undifferentiated energy. To someone perceiving the vision, it looks like a picture, … Continue reading