What is the world that you want?
What is the world that you ache for?
What is the world that you pray for?
What is the world you would put it all at stake for?
What is the world that you dream of?
What is the world that you speak of?
What if the world that you even dare to hope for?
What is the world that you need?
Won’t you come up to the mountain with me?
~ Amber Samaya Gould
Image by Sue Hoya Sellars
Quote on painting says
“We must move into the future, creating it as we go. We have been placed on
the edge of history too long now. We have always been here.”
Red Thread Letter #888
Do you hide your gifts?
The CURA Healers Gather
There are legends
that come from the past
and there are legends
that come from the future.
The legend of the Shamanka’s mountain
is from the future.
The future of every woman
who wishes to claim
her innate healing gifts
can include an adventure to the
cave of the ever-present wild one.
We don’t have a name for what she is,
what she carries and passes on.
They didn’t have a name for her in the past
and they still don’t in the future.
She is something we have never understood,
not really. At times we sought to hide her.
Silence her. Remove her from culture.
Write her out of the history books.
Erase her out of the archives,
and change her names in the halls
of archeology with obscure labels.
Yet no matter what is done to
exclude her, she always shows up again.
And again and again
in the hearts of those
in the healing arts.
Because she is in the future,
she can never be removed,
or captured or silenced,
she is always just ahead
of where we are heading.
Maybe you have felt her messages
through you, as you, as something
felt and known in your womb gnosis.
She speaks the language of trees,
she walks with the creatures of the land,
she reveals herself time and time again
in every spiritual tradition,
where they said she wasn’t.
But she was. Always was and is.
Oh yes, she was and is
and ever shall be.
She never leaves,
yet for cycles, we leave her.
Until the call is so great,
we cannot bear it anymore,
and we must say yes to her
summons to take up the mantle
of healing residing already within us.
Many of us who hear the call
have been hiding ourselves
in plain sight.
We realize there is risk in saying yes
to what is ours to do – and then…
there is no turning back once you know.
We are already connected to her and
each other, we are called to this circle
at this time. We each are responsible
for weaving our own thread and
we are here to witness one another.
In every valley in every land
in every part of the world
in every culture
there is a version of the
to be found.
Sometimes the road is washed out
sometimes there are so many legends
that keep us from finding the path.
They told stories to keep us away
but we know better.
The stories spoken
against her end with us.
codex of innate potentials awaits
those of us who dare to make
the trip. And it is, a trip,
for all who desire to be the
that each of us was born
to be. Every single one of us.
Since the ancients had no name
and she didn’t reveal just one,
they call her Shamanka, Molfar,
Seeress, Oracle, Muse, Yaga, Cura,
Whisperer, Medicine Woman.
She is known by many names.
What was she called
where you are from?
Do you know – can you look?
The woman at the edge of the universe
who is said to know the stories
of all time and place and could heal
what ails you in soul and body.
That one. Yes, you know this.
Contrary to what has been told to us,
the gifts aren’t just for the special ones,
the ones who had someone in their family
who knew the old ways and old stories.
This can be passed down through DNA
but it doesn’t have to be. Non-linear
transcendent healing arts belong to all.
We get to choose, a chosen lineage.
The medicine woman
in all of us is much more common
then we think. All of us are needed.
The time has come for each being
who is called, to say yes and share
her gifts, live her gifts, reveal her
own unique ways of seeing, of being,
There comes a time
when the future calls
so brightly, and yes, harshly too.
You are needed.
You have gifts to share.
Your art is essential.
Your time has come.
You want to weave the future.
What is the world
you want to create?
Come. Come. Come as you are.
Journey to claim your gifts.
No one needs to endow you with theirs,
yours are already encoded.
This is a revealing of what is present,
not the gathering of something
you do not already have.
She speaks to you in the stone,
in the moss, in the call of the bird,
in the ripple of the water, in the song
of the moving air, in the medicine of
plants, in the prism of color,
in the stirring in your bones,
and in the cries for help in the world.
And in your own cries for mending.
She is near now. Just beyond the now.
Can you hear her call?
Pause with me now…
slow way down and listen…
It isn’t that she gives you her gifts,
or asks you to take someone else’s,
rather that she uses her gifts
to show you yours which are
ever-new in every generation
uniquely tuned to each era.
When you step into your future,
your past is finally beneath you.
Not chasing you,
not dragging behind you,
that past is beneath your feet
as good solid ground.
When you finally arrive
after an often harrowing journey
you encounter your potentials.
Illuminated on the cave wall
is a luminous map of becoming…
sprinkled, sparkled and encoded
in a constellation of stories.
When you get there, it is best
to have carried an easel
on your back and a basket
of colors and brushes.
And don’t forget the chocolate
as an offering.
Once we leave the cave it can
be hard to remember what we saw.
A challenge to keep seeing
what is revealed because it is only
through practicing it in the future
that the development of your agency
continues. Yes, healing with others.
The deep practice.
The new and ancient story of your
chosen lineage is here.
This is a time of devotional practice.
Yet it is a time to not journey alone.
Each of us
who is called is moving forth,
individually and collectively
towards the future we all desire.
Each woman must paint it
to believe it.
You will see.
To truly see,
we must learn to see the future
without having any idea
how to get there.
We just step out
and begin to weave in the unknown.
They have no name for who we are.
Perhaps we don’t need one, but
perhaps we do.
You know who you are.
Feeling our collective pulse. Clan Cura is gathering.
~ Shiloh Sophia
Do you sometimes hide your healing gifts? Do you know you are
called to healing, shamanism, mysticism but hide it because you
are afraid people will say you are not – or that you are using
someone else’s tools? If so, I made this video for you…
When I tell people that our Legend theme this year is Clan Cura, they often pause and then smile because they like the name, but likely don’t know what it means…
This is a made up term that came through to me in song. I have been journeying to request a new word, since 2020 that means healers of the ever-present future.
When I choose the Legend theme, I think about what we are going through in the world, and what is alive for me personally as well as our community.
In our own unique ways, we are healers and creatives, whether or not there is a name for who we are. The words healer, shaman and medicine women have various meanings – some with cultural associations and words we cannot use…
I chose Clan Cura as the name for embodying your own personal medicine woman. Every one of us has healing gifts and a codex that we carry into the future. How we choose to use our own codex makes all the difference in our lives, the lives of those we love and is our offering to humanity.
To all the mystics, seers, guides, shamans, healers, mystery weavers and those who travel from dimension to dimension, I see you. I love you. Let’s bring the fulness of our identity forward to help shape the future we want to live in.
with devotion to our gifts being shared in full color,