Integrating Peak Plant Medicine Experiences

Integrating Peak Plant Medicine Experiences

When you hear the words plant medicine, what’s the first thing you think of? Is it herbal remedies that have been passed down for generations by our ancestors? Or is it connected to the mystical and visionary experiences associated with Ayahuasca, Magic Mushrooms, Peyote and other psychedelic inducing plants? For me, it’s been the latter, and I’m only now starting to share more openly about my experiences with sacred plant teachers for my own healing and personal transformation.

I was first introduced to this alternative world in early 2015 and have been on a journey of exploration ever since – learning everything possible about my human self and my soul self – beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Plant medicines enlighten us with unique and rare experiences that provide insights and guidance for our soul’s journey on Earth. The information that comes through provides an expansive array of insights into who and why we’re here; however, they cannot “integrate” that information into our very beings – that we must do ourselves through thoughtful and practical interpretation of what we are shown in order to implement and activate the guidance for our best and highest good.

My intensive experience with these plant allies has provided me with the keys to my soul’s compass. These ancient teachers have revealed the mysteries of my soul’s journey across many lifetimes and gifted me with a map for navigating my current lifetime. Many of my journeys to the beyond were so magnificent that putting them into words can hardly do them justice. At the same time, I definitely had some horrifically painful travels that I wish I had been better prepared for prior to jumping into the deep end of this mystical pool.

As a result, one of the primary lessons I’ve learned is that integration is essential to incorporating these peak experiences into our everyday lives for real and lasting change. This invaluable process will make an impact for years to come. And for this reason, I’ve become deeply focused on my own integration as well as supporting others as an intuitive guide and coach.

I will share more in future posts about specific experiences as it becomes more comfortable for me to do so. In the meantime, if you’re feeling the urge to explore this world for your own healing and evolution process, I’d like to invite you to an open access online event – The Plant Spirit Summit – May 23-29, 2022 – where I’ll be a panelist on the subject of Integration and How to be an Integration Provider that’s Safe, Qualified, and Good. This panel is scheduled for 12:00 PM on Tuesday, May 24th.

Join me and 90+ experts and community leaders in a series of bold, inquisitive conversations about the expansion of plant medicines and what we, as a community, can and need to do in order to ensure equity and inclusion for all…

Register now at no cost!

The Plant Spirit Summit, led by Lorna Liana, CEO of EntheoNation, Host of the Plant Spirit Summit & Founder of the Plant Spirit School, is a community-oriented event that celebrates ancestral wisdom and indigenous perspectives while exploring the complexities, nuances, and challenges arising from the mainstreaming of psychedelics.

This event promises to be a lively and educational resource for all things related to Plant Medicine and will address many hot topics including:

Can psychedelics heal the world? Or is the promise of a world made better through the widespread use of psychedelics… merely a grand delusion?

Will psychedelic medicine end up under the control of Big Pharma and venture capitalists? Or will decriminalization ensure that psychedelic healing remains accessible to all?

If you’re curious about plant medicine or looking for support in integrating your personal experiences, please reach out to schedule a free consultation with me, and we can explore how I can best support you on your path of healing and transformation.


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Maybe – Maybe Not

Maybe – Maybe Not

The word Maybe is on my mind. I find it a rather useless word. If you don’t have a clear yes or clear no then be brave enough to be honest and say – I don’t know or I need more time or can I get back to you by x date.

In a partnership or friendship or any important relationship – when someone keeps saying “maybe I’ll do x” or “maybe we can x” or “maybe in the future we will x” etc – my advice is call them on it.

In my experience – maybe is a tease, it gives false hope, it creates a way out without accountability and leads to disappointment. I find myself saying it out of habit – knowing that is an easy cop out. I’m watching my maybes and replacing with clear and honest responses.
When someone says maybe and you feel dismissed – speak up and ask for a clear response. Ask their intension. If they have a pattern of refusing or dancing around it – I would walk away and I have – just not a maybe kind if girl. Maybe may be slang for May it Be? Way different meaning. So many ways to use words – no maybe about it. Onward.
Lilacs and Ladybugs

Lilacs and Ladybugs

Like an old friend on autodial, she drops into the exquisite scent of her childhood. The sweet smell of lilac fills her senses as she’s mesmerized by the dozens of ladybugs who have made her mother’s lilac bushes their home.  She lifts her hand to the flowers and invites the tiny creatures to crawl through her fingers and up her arms. Imprinting her young body with the map to the joyful, innocence of her childhood.

She recalls a casual Saturday afternoon walking up Divisidero street in San Francisco a few years ago.  A well-traveled street lined with dive bars reminiscent of the 60s along with hipster toast and coffee cafes, yoga studios and trendy restaurants.  She notices a bright red sign across the street, “Everlasting Tattoo.”  Time stops.  She stops. Intuition leads her to the entrance. THIS tattoo has been brewing for 25 years – ever since that first time she and her best friend Kate walked into a place on 6th street in Austin completely full of themselves only to chicken out when needle hit the skin.

More visits to tattoo parlors over the years felt like an exercise of the forbidden fruit. A well-tuned voice of protestant programming and self-judgement left her inkless.  This visit didn’t hear any of those voices.  Only truth.  She knew, without judgement or permission, this tattoo was waiting for her.  It had only recently come to her.  A lilac flower with a ladybug sitting on its leaf.

This divine appointment guided her to the faithful reminder of a five-year-old’s bliss. Olivia listened as she described her request and effortlessly designed the delicate template.  Unbelievable. Her eyes burned with tears admiring its beauty – even more so than she expected.  Gracefully, this flower of a woman covered in Goddesses went to work on her lower right calf.  Time stopped again.  No pain what-so-ever.  Nothing but delight filled her trembling heart as she laid there in silent appreciation.

And any day that she feels the loneliness or desperation or pain creep in, she looks down at her leg and the soft purple pedals with the noble ladybug sitting on a bright green leaf.  She softens as she follows the map to her child-like innocence with only compassion and love.

You’re Valuable

You’re Valuable

A lifetime of carefully curated possessions
stacked neatly along the bare white walls of the
multi-functional second bedroom screams
out to its owner – YOU ARE VALUABLE.

You see, they say, you are in each and every one of us.
Paintings and prints from various travels scattered about,
poured over photo albums you spent hours organizing,
enough stationary and cards to write letters to eternity
something she often thinks of doing, but rarely ever does.

As she stares more deeply into her hodgepodge
of possessions, an eclectic theme emerges.
Among the plastic bins, cardboard boxes and
shabby chic furniture ala Target, she sees for the first time,
her attachment to her beloved trinkets, tchotchkes and totems.

You’re pretty. Says her vintage 1950s lamp, with its hour glass figure
and pale pink shade.
You’re elegant. Says her art nouveau Tiffany style
lamp with a mermaid base.
You’re free. Says her 1960s trunk covered in peace signs.
You’re smart. Says the boxes of work papers and business cards.
You’re seen. Says the black and white sketch of herself by a guy named Thor.
You’re loved. Says all the photos, journals and jewels.

YOU ARE VALUABLE. Says all the things staring back at her.
You don’t need us to remind you of that.
You don’t need us.  Let us go.  Clear space.

Now, go make art, says the 36-count box of sharpies.
Her latest purchase sitting on top of it all.



11:11 she goes to meet the taxi. 2:20 she boards her first flight. 8:10 she boards her second flight. 11:22 she lands. 12:12 she drives. 12:34 a four-legged angel jumps in her lap. 444 she’s the only car on the road. 1:08 she’s home.

Numbers are everywhere. Watches, clocks, phones, cars, road signs, addresses, airports, currency…the list goes on and on, so many numbers everywhere. They’re staring back at us even when we’re asleep…especially when we’re asleep…just waiting for the alarm to go off. Wake up, wake up. It’s time to wake up. They yell, they sing, they whisper…wake up my angel. The bus is coming, and you don’t want to be late for school. Oh, just this once…let me sleep. Let me sleep a little longer. I need just a few more minutes. I’m not sure if I’m ready to wake up yet. Why do I have to wake up? I look at the clock…oh no…I’ve overslept. Get up. Get up. It’s time to get up. OK I say. I’m up. I’m up. I’m up already. The race against time begins…

This was my life for so many years. Only seeing the one-dimensional view of numbers. Numbers as time with deadlines. Number as money that was running out. Numbers as goals that felt like obstacles. Numbers as constraining and never enough.

A few years ago, I woke up startled from a dream in the middle of the night. In my half-asleep state I looked at the glow of the clock. 2:22. What are the odds of waking up at this exact time I thought to myself. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? I think it does. I pray to the Divine – show me, show me what it means. So, I Googled it. What is Google if not the manifestation of the divine librarian. And there it was…the answer…there is indeed a divine language of numbers. The Greek philosopher Pythagoras taught that the entire universe is mathematically precise. Others call them angel numbers. In this universal language, 222 means “Keep the Faith. It’s a sign that you have planted your seeds, and now must keep tending to them even though you can’t yet see the seedlings.”

Today’s numbers are a constant reminder to be aware, stay in the flow, keep the faith in the divine order of infinite possibilities, trust, let go, ask for guidance, follow your intuition, your angels are with you, your prayers are being heard and answered. You are whole. You are one with the universe.