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Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


Enjoying Ofrenda?

Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


Enjoying Ofrenda?

Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


Enjoying Ofrenda?

Seed Memory, read by John Jairo Valencia

Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


Enjoying Ofrenda?

Seed Memory, read by John Jairo Valencia

Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


Enjoying Ofrenda?

Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


Seed Memory

"Shedding" © John Jairo Valencia.

the wise benevolent ancestors gently take my hands and kiss my throbbing forehead, subtle whispers from the world beyond this one.

as my palms lay on top of each other, they place in them seven seeds of corn… the rising sun, awaiting the spring, gently smiling, and directing me towards a piece of earth who bore harvest several seasons ago.  

with tears in my eyes, old stories shed away as i look through the smoking mirror of long winter nights. with seeds in my hands, i wait, hopeful, faithful, that their moment to birth us back to life will come. with my pulsating heart, my breath, the aches in my gut, i remember that divine light always reemerges from the depths.  

"Las Comadres" © John Jairo Valencia.

the seeds in my palms carry dreams, transmuted light into matter, celestial DNA embedded into each kernel’s memory. with my palms, now shaking, i remember who i am, a child of the corn, the sun, and the cosmos. as the days become warmer, my achy heart says a prayer for beauty, and the world responds with the ringing melodies of hummingbird chirps.  

with my nails i crack the crust of the earth and place my seeds, one by one, in the east, the west, north, and south, and 3 in the center, setting prayers of gratitude for the above, below, and myself. and as the seasons continue to shift, i learn that with intention, prayer, and healing comes work, responsibility, and consistency.

as the seeds shed their shells, as seedlings begin to emerge, and as the sprouts turn into stalks, i too begin to heal, learn, grow, and transform. the cycles continue, we continue, and the seeds of our prayers, intentions, and love continue to move through the hands of generations to come.

"Tree of Life" © John Jairo Valencia.


The Practice of Intention

1

If possible, play music that inspires you to be calm. This is the time to look inward. Turn off any external distractions; silence your phone.

2

Close your eyes, taking a moment to “feel” how different and peaceful it is to have the eyes closed.

3

Take three very slow and deep breaths, trying to fill out the bottom of your lungs. Inhale and exhale slowly.

4

With either hand, take a little bit of tobacco or some dry herbs—like lavender, sage, rosemary, basil, rose petals, a combination of all of them, or imagine them, if you don’t have any. In the Curanderismo tradition, it is believed that these plants have energy that can help us communicate more deeply with the spirit realm, and focus with concentration and a sense of calm.

5

Place your hand with the herbs at the center of your chest. That is the area known as the heart chakra. Take another deep and slow breath.

6

Very slowly, start directing your attention to one or more of the emotions mentioned before: love, gratitude, happiness, and peace.

7

Then, also very slowly, start your prayer, being careful that you genuinely mean what you are saying. If you are reciting a prayer in another language, make sure you say it first in your native language and then in the other language.

8

At the end of each sentence from your prayer, add a vibration of any of the emotions. Once you feel the emotions, move them throughout your body until it is vibrating. This is a very important step because this vibration is creating electromagnetic energy that will help you manifest what you are asking for.

9

Carry on with your prayer until you are done. Remember not to rush. By the end, your body should be vibrating, and from there you are going to send gratitude to the Universe, to the spirits, to your ancestors, to everyone for hearing your prayer and making it happen.

10

If you are conducting a ceremony or ritual, empowering a place or a spiritual tool, asking for healing, or something similar, you can cup your hands and transfer all of these beautiful energies into your hands and into the mixture of herbs. Then you can offer these herbs by placing them on your altar (if you have one), placing your hands on the part of the body that you want to heal, or offering the herbs to Mother Earth.

11

Finish by staying still for a moment, just feeling this beautiful energy that you have created.

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