The Truth of the Medicine Path 🌱

There’s something that has become very common in the modern plant medicine and mycelial awakening scene…

As my spirit prepares for this weekend, my body whispers, “Hold.”

For days, there have been no words—only silence—until now, I was awoken once again.

The Great Mother spoke to me. I knew it was Her.

Her frequency arrives in all my ceremonies—subtle, yet unmistakably known.

She was so loving, so inviting, so magnetic….

And instruction and teaching came…

I was asked to speak truth and clarity. 

When Mother Medicine shows up in ceremony radiating pure love, truth, and unwavering protection—while revealing the things you’ve long avoided—that is true Spirit.

She guides you back into your body, back into integrity, back into the living Earth beneath your feet.

Anything but that is manipulation—born of an ungrounded space unprotected space, one not properly consecrated or energetically sealed held by lineage-trained hands.  It can arise when music, instruments, and energy are used without consciousness, where once-sacred traditions have been diluted into performance instead of reverence. 

Remember: true Mothers do not cause chaos, True mothers are bringers of light in the spaces children refuses to see.

Authentic shamans and healers spend years—often lifetimes— learning to protect the energetic field of ceremony, to guard the gates between realms, and to discern the difference between divine transmission, astral interference, and a call to ancestral healing.

This is sacred labor, not a weekend initiation.

The medicine path was never meant to fill your loneliness or mend your inner wounds.

It is not about you in the way the ego wishes it to be.

It is about Service.

It is about Seeing what your mind and ego refuse to see in daily life.

It is about Community.

It is about Reverence—for the lineages, the plants, and the unseen forces that have safeguarded this work for generations.

Many return from plant medicine ceremonies saying they have been “called.”

But the truth is, most modern ceremonies birth more confusion than clarity.

This is why I was awoken—to set clarity.

The true medicine path is not about becoming the next shaman or healer on social media.

It is about facing your shadows—every one of them— the parts you’ve refused to meet or tried to control.

It is about integrity and devotion to the energy that arrives in the space—allowing alignment where words, actions, and essence flow as one.

Before stepping forward to serve in the path of others, ask yourself:

• Am I running from something within myself?

• Am I seeking easy answers to deep questions?

• Am I ready to dedicate years—or decades—to disciplined learning, rest, and refinement?

• Do I truly grasp the weight of the responsibility that comes with this calling?

Because this path is not about becoming “the next healer.”

It is about becoming whole.

Connected within yourself, and with the energy that surrounds you—then and only then may you serve clearly.

Becoming grounded.

Becoming fit to serve—not the plants, but the divine truth that lives within you.

You are the work.

It begins here.

And for me—my teachers are not of this world.

They are the unseen ones—the quiet intelligence that speaks through the stillness between my breaths.

Their whispers are not born of ego, but of command.

They do not hesitate to wake me, knowing I must serve the following day.

(And do I cry, rebel, or resist? Absolutely—just as any student does.)

Someone once asked me, “Do you see other healers? Because healers often seek other healers.”

I smiled and said, I hear my teachers all the time.

My training has been through silence, stillness, and pause—how I was entrusted is through clearance through listening when the mind wishes to move.

And when I am uncertain, I return to that sacred quiet and hear their instructions and wait for clearance.  

This is how my path and offering continue to unfold—not from books or borrowed ceremonies, but from the living pulse of the unseen who walk beside me and teach me to move thoughts into form and structure.

Remember: the true Mother of the Medicine—whether vine, fungi, or mycelial network—guides with pure love, devotion, and reverence.

She heals through truth, not illusion.

And she calls not for followers, but for those willing to walk this Earth in sacred reciprocity and humility—to serve their own unfolding, and then others.

My Blessing for 10/10

May the Sacred Meeting of Light draw near.

May the Pleiadian stream and Great Mother’s pulse weave through our hearts as one song.

May all who are called remember their place—not above the medicine, but within its living breath.

May we walk gently into this gathering, unarmored and unhurried.

May the unseen teachers whisper through the wind,

and may every soul be held by the rhythm of the Earth.

On this 10/10,

may our steps fall in harmony with the celestial dance,

and may the Great Mother look upon us and say,

“You have remembered.”

And for those who pass through my thoughts on this sacred day—

know that The Sacred, in its purest form, will hold your path

until our next gathering.

With devotion,

Pauline🤍