Katherine Skaggs Travel Journals

Teachings from the Jungle!

Life is but a dream... yes really. Shamanic traditions from around the world will tell you that we are living a a dream. So, if this is true, are you dreaming a good dream?

In this dream, our world is made up of vibration, and patterns of light expressing as color, form and sound. We are all born within the perfect patterns of Creation. When we struggle, are in pain, illness and suffering, our patterns become tangled and we are disconnected from the perfect patterns of Creation and Source expressing through us.

In the Amazon the shamans vision ceremonially and see and hear the patterns of Creation in beautiful light and sound. To heal people who are ailing from distorted patterns, they sing Icaros (healing songs) into their bodies. These Icaros or songs, will also be painted in visionary art, or woven into clothes and jewelry to be worn or used in the home to bring the healings.

Adventures of the Jungle

I am just home from Peru, the Amazon and the jungle. What an adventure!! Truly, a place of beauty, many creatures large and small... even the small creatures are large though! I had the great fortune to join some dear friends dedicated to personal growth through shamanic practices, and to go on an adventure into the wilds of the jungle at the top of the Amazon river in Peru.

I arrived in Lima, Peru Oct. 16, 2009. The plane flights from Denver to Atlanta, then Atlanta to Lima proved to run several hours late this particular trip. Luckily, we arrived a day early so we could aclimate before the next leg of the journey into Iquitos. After 13 or so hours of travel, delays and all, about half our group gathered at the airport in the early morning hours. After all our luggage was retrieved, we took a van to our hotel in Mira Flores (a district in Lima near the market downtown.

Babaji Calling
A Spiritual Quest to India

Katherine Skaggs - as published in the Healing Path Magazine 2008

Mystical synchronicities

In November 2007 I had no plans of going to India — until after I had said a series of prayers on Thanksgiving Day. I surrendered to Spirit and asked in the depths of my earnest heart to allow me to live only in love and to release karma or suffering. I chanted Om namah shivaya and tucked myself into bed to read for the day, alone and away from gatherings of family and friends. As I was reading, I realized that I wasn’t alone. Up to my right above me was the elephant-headed god looking down upon me. I couldn’t remember his name, but I knew who it was and said “Hi.”