Death and Ceremony on Sacred Land

Nearly four years ago, I witnessed a tiny, shattering microcosm of the destruction being wreaked on the Earth. I was sitting by the fire-circle of my husband’s teacher (“Coyote”)’s sweatlodge, at the edge of a forest where he had often conducted vision quests…sacred land consecrated by years of ceremony. And now this land was under threat: the legal owners wanted the trees logged and sold so they could get double the value of the wetland before they sold it for development. Legal steps had been taken, counter-offers made to preserve the land, with no result. The loggers were due to move in soon.

The Vision that Started It All

Age 10, sitting on the swings, watching the sunset: the light saturated everything around me, swings, sliding board, trees, house, birds…it all shone from within, became energy, connected living energy-forms, conscious, feeling, thinking, communicating, sacred, shining with divinity.

When I emerged from immersion in the living Interconnected cosmos, so much realer than any catechism lesson, I ran inside to tell the story:

Mommy, mommy…!  —  We don’t believe that, dear, that’s pantheism, it’s heresy.

That was the beginning of my journey, with a Church-wound dividing soul from soul, soul from self, and soul from the transcendent/immanent Divinity of the cosmos.