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Summer Solstice as Liberation from the Trance of Exclusion

This is the longest day of the year, representing the light of consciousness at its full power. In our annual Summer Solstice gathering here in Santa Fe tonight, we are ceremonializing and optimizing the energies of solstice to liberate parts of our inner selves (and therefore, parts of the macrocosm of human consciousness) from the darkness of exclusion.

To the extent that we exclude our own joy and inherent self-worth from expressing in our individual lives, we will consciously or unconsciously diminish and marginalize the joy and worth of others.

Lavender, peppermint, mugwort and rose petals from my garden, harvested and dried for our Summer Solstice ceremony.

Lavender, peppermint, mugwort and rose petals from my garden, harvested and dried for our Summer Solstice ceremony.

As we become more removed from the natural world outside us, we also become distanced from the naturalness and the wild and free places in our own beings. This entrainment to the world of the mind and the world of doing creates a mass-consciousness trance that tells us that to be joyful is shameful, that to be passionately awake in our bodies in our sexuality is shameful. 

Tonight, as we connect with the illuminating and awakening powers of sun and fire, we have an opportunity to meet with the spirit of our own true natures—our naturalness. Through the energies of solstice, we are able to drop into the dimensions of the Timeless—where time stands still. Solstice means that moment when the sun apparently pauses in its movement. That pause on the inner planes grants us a meeting with the aspects of ourselves that are already fully-blossomed and awakened.

Today, at midsummer and solstice, let us harvest the light of the sun outside of us so that we may relate more consciously with and welcome the spark, fire and light of our inherent worth, our goodness, our joy, our pleasure.

And, most importantly, may the light of solstice provide a beacon with which to take the next, first step in expressing our light in service of all beings throughout space and time.

The 5-Minute Rain Prayer

red rose in blue bowlHow the 5-Minute Rain Meditation Started

A few weeks ago, I saw a one-sentence comment on a  Facebook thread suggesting that people meditate for five minutes for the manifestation of rain here in dusty, dry Northern New Mexico. The idea resonated strongly with me and so I created a Facebook group page for the purpose of gathering an online community of meditators all over the world.

We’ve had several wildfires that for several weeks have enveloped Santa Fe and surrounding areas in an alarming slurry of smoke and fire retardant chemicals. Feelings of  anxiety and frustration were becoming central to most conversations in our town.

When I saw that one-sentence comment on Facebook suggesting a group prayer for rain, I felt this would be a good way to connect and feel a sense of community while having to close all the windows in my house and run my air-filter machine 24/7

So, I created the 5-Minute Rain Meditation as a group page on Facebook. I invited lots of people and encouraged them to invite their friends, too. It didn’t matter where they were: the event description invited these prayers to extend to all beings, everywhere, who have a need for rain or other kinds of physical or spiritual nourishment.

Week One: There were 150 of us who prayed, meditated and held an intention for rain. And that week, there was a tiny little spit of rain here in the southeast area of Santa Fe. Really not much, but it was wet. It also rained a bit in town. (more…)

Article about Luisa by James Michael Nolan, President of Southwestern College Graduate School for Counseling & Art Therapy


Photo by Jennifer Esperanza

(To see the original webpage for this article about Luisa, click HERE.)

By James Michael Nolan

“Luisa Kolker graduated from Southwestern College, where she studied Counseling. Interestingly, I met her through Social Media, where I became aware of this really funny, transparent and seemingly wise woman who was doing Shamanic work in Santa Fe. I knew she was a graduate of the school and thought it would be great to meet her and find out about her experience at the College.

I have to be honest. In a town like Santa Fe, everybody contends that they are shamans, or energy workers, or a variety of other visionary healers. I am naturally skeptical about these self-designations, so when I went to meet Luisa, I thought, Oh, we will see if she seems like the real deal. Maybe yes, maybe no. I tend to get quick hits on this one. I have no way of knowing if the hits are accurate, but I will tell you they are quick gut hits, quick intuitions.


My Teacher Ioanna Salajan

Ioanna at a cafe in Alaró, Mallorca (Spain) during our final visit together in March 2009. Photo by Luisa Kolker

Ioanna at a cafe in Alaró, Mallorca (Spain) during our final visit together in March 2009. Photo by Luisa Kolker

   Ioanna died in her sleep two years ago today at a hospital in Palma de Mallorca. She’d been in the hospital earlier that year with the H1N1 flu. I’d emailed her to arrange one of our Skype calls around that time and she emailed me back just a few words, saying she was very ill, couldn’t speak and to please “enjoy your youth.”  My heart hurt at the abruptness of the message, but more so at the finality of the message.

Thank God, I went to spend time with her in Mallorca four years ago. We cleared the air about some past hurts and misunderstandings, and from there the sweetness of our connection, our mutual in-love-ness blossomed into total magic. It was a gift from God, that visit.


A Visit to Amsterdam: The Sweetness of Spiritual Lineage, Continuity & Community

A few weeks ago, I enjoyed a trip back to Amsterdam. I had been there once in the 1980s with my beloved friend and teacher Ioanna Salajan, with whom I was formally apprenticing at the time. She was teaching one of her hugely popular workshops on psychic development at de Kosmos Centre and she’d asked me to come along as her helper.

This time, the trip was a gift from my brother Adam. He had to be in Amsterdam for business and, knowing vaguely that I had some connection with the city, and wanting for us to have one-on-one time together for the first time in years, he gifted me with a frequent flier ticket.

I had three days on my own, just before and after Adam arrived. He encouraged me to do that. And in that time, I met with four wonderful women–Sita, Gusta, Ellen and Neeltje–all of whom, like me, had been students and close friends of Ioanna for decades. We’d all heard about each other through the years, scattered as we were between Spain, Holland, the United States, etc., but, except for a ten-minute brush-by with Sita, we’d never met. Just the prospect of seeing these women was, in itself, cause for joyful anticipation. After all, we had all had the great, good fortune to know Ioanna. But what I hadn’t clearly recognized was that after nearly two years, Ioanna’s death would finally be a palpable reality for me.

Ioanna Salajan at her house in Alaró, Mallorca, March 2009.  Photo by Luisa Kolker

Ioanna Salajan at her house in Alaró, Mallorca, March 2009.
Photo by Luisa Kolker