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Slow are the deep prayers...

Our prayers so often get answered in mysterious ways. Weaved into the infinite invisible that only the Creator can see.


Slow are the deep prayers. Very slow are the most magical weavings.

Yet as we co-create our world, and keep our prayers alive and flowing, we participate in the invisible connection that sustains all lives, moves atoms and galaxies, beats our hearts, and breathes our bodies.


Here with a 500+-year-old Oak, I discovered last week on the Sanctuary land. I spend so much time in connection to her and yet never met Him. But he waited. Patiently. To be met again when the time will be ripe.

Guided there by an ancient ritual gifted to me by wise elder Peruvian curandera, I was gifted this giant. At his base a natural cave so big I can fit laying down in it.

I opened the Oak prayer connection two years ago during our annual plant dieta. Feeling a strong urge to diet local trees instead of jungle trees. I was not deceived. I was amazed by his wisdom, gifting me ancient knowledge from the Druids, and poetry words that only the divine can gift. Slow are the deep prayers. Very slow are the most magical weavings.

As I acknowledge the Oak being over the past years he comes regularly to teach me, guide me, and heal me.

Slow are the deep prayers. Very slow are the most magical weavings.

Patience I learned. Not knowing I bowed to, again and again, to the ancient wise teachers of our tree family.

When I bent inside his trunk a very strong tobacco smell was there. Proof to me that the ancient caretakers of this land did countless offerings and ceremonies there. I placed some fresh tobacco gifted to me by Hopi elders and Dine tribe. Nourishing the cycle of giving. Of receiving. In return, he gifted me an ancient sacred tool that I will have to make with his leaves.

Slow are the deep prayers. Very slow are the most magical weavings.

Remember to keep your prayers alive and flowing. As every day you are a new being and your prayers should be renewed by every sunrise. Alive as you are. Shining as you are.

Maybe we have lost this ancient sacred and authentic practice of prayer because we just do not understand that speed gets us nowhere near the truth. Nothing is ever static and neither should be the words spoken from the soul. That wanted to take before we ever gave is not the way to receive. There is no truth, sacred sounds, or heart feelings if we can not willingly step out of the constant doing to being again.

Slow are the deep prayers. Very slow are the most magical weavings.

I pray you, and I, keep our prayer flowing. Deeply grounded into the rich soil of our bodies, voiced into the winds, and invisibly threaded into the unseen.

Slow. Slow. It's coming. We are birthing again. 🫎 Angell Deer

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