WHIRLING WOMAN WHO LOOKS INSIDE

As I study the sacred medicine of plants, I always invoke the teachings of Maria Sabina into my practice, using her songs to heal and open the doors of wisdom. She has taught me to find my own voice, listening to my guides with an open and pure heart. I have learned to listen to the plants, while making my tinctures, oils and salves. I bless them, while thanking their sacred medicine which unfolds in the process.

“All my language can be found in the book that was given to me. I am she who reads, the interpreter. That is my privilege.
My wisdom cannot be taught. That’s why I say that nobody taught me my language, since it is the voices of the saint children speaking when they enter my body.
The ignorant will never be able to chant like the wise. The saint children dictate; I am the interpreter. The book appears and I begin to read.
When they gave me the book there was music. The drum, trumpet, violin and psaltery sounded. I submerge myself and walk beneath. I am able to search in shadows and silence. That way I reach sickness that are hidden. It’s profoundly deep, under roots and water, soil and rocks. Other times I ascend upwards, really high, soaring above mountains and clouds; arriving where I must, I see God. I see the good people. There one knows everything; about everything and everyone, because everything is clear there. I hear voices. They speak to me. It’s the voice of the child who sprouts. The god that lives in them enters my body. I abandon my body and voice to the saint children. They are the ones who speak in the veladas ( ritual ceremonies ) : they work within my body. They tell me that I am the woman of the seas, that I bring wisdom in my hands; that I am the woman of Saint Peter and Saint Paul; that I am the woman-girl.
Sometimes I weep, but when I whistle, no one scares me. In the middle there is language. On this shore, in the middle and on the other shore there is language. With the children I see God. They speak and I have the power to translate. If I say that I am the little-woman-of-the-book, it means that a child who sprouts is a woman and that she is the little-woman-of-the-book and that is how I am converted during veladas into the mushroom-little-woman-of-the-book. If I am standing on the aquatic shore, I say :
I AM A WOMAN WHO STANDS IN THE SAND, BECAUSE WISDOM COMES FROM THIS PLACE WHERE THE SAND IS BORN. I AM THE WOMAN WHO WRITES.”
Those who have ears to hear will listen.
“MOON-WOMAN
GREAT-STAR-WOMAN
CROSS-STAR-WOMAN
STAR-GOD-WOMAN
WHIRLING WOMAN
WOMAN WHO IS BENEATH THE SACRED, SAYS
BECAUSE THERE ARE LUMINOUS FLOWERS
WHERE I GO
BECAUSE THERE IS PURE WATER WHERE I GO
THEY CALL ME SHE WHO GROWS”
Source: Adolfo Castanon