The Voices We Listen To by Wyzdom DVine

From time to time, I will be posting about heavy topics on this blog. If I’m going to tell my story in hopes of helping others like me, I must tell the good, the bad, and the ugly. Whenever I share something sensitive, you’ll see “trigger warning” in the title. Today is one of those days. The Munay Ki are a special set of Shamanic Rites that have been passed down by ancient Q’ero Incan Shamans. I have received these rites and gifted (this is how we label their transmission) them as well. The process of integrating these rites involves working with specific archetypes connected to the chakras for a period of two weeks each. Although I received the rites once and completed my integration (during quarantine, no less), I still choose to go through the process with my initiates whenever I give the rites. This gives me the chance to recenter, revisit, and go deeper into whatever medicine awaits me within my healing centers. Around two years ago (I think), I was working through the archet...

  There were many times throughout my life when I thought about writing my story. But the task always felt too daunting. What would the people involved think? Where do I even begin? Do I really want to air out all my dirty laundry, or should I frame it as fiction? For the longest time, the biggest obstacle was worrying about how others would feel if I laid everything out. At one point in my life, that question really stalled any thoughts of writing about myself on anything more than a surface level. Luckily for me, I have been in therapy far too long and worked way too hard through my energetic and spiritual training to let that deter me any further. I now understand that I am a generational curse breaker, a shadow worker, a light shiner. And those roles come with some heavy burdens. Some people will get mad. Some may stop speaking to me. Some might try to deepen the shame I’ve carried for years. But if I keep letting those fears control me, I won’t be able to do the work I a...

Have you ever  had a moment where there were two voices inside your head , one urging you forward, encouraging you to trust, to heal, to take a step towards the light, and another pulling you back, whispering doubt, fear, or unworthiness?  How do you decide which voice to listen to? The choice is never a small one. Whichever voice we choose has the power to shape how we see the world and how we move through it. In the end, the voices we choose to listen to become the story of our lives, one decision at a time. Growing up, I heard many voices. For a long time, I didn’t realize that not everyone had a whole crowd of voices in their heads. I assumed it was normal that everyone lived with the constant dialogue, the debates between parts of themselves. It wasn’t until I was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder (DID) that I understood what was happening. The revelation was both startling and strangely validating, an explanation for why some voices were protect...