Your story is mine. I am above no single one. On my path of the Medicine of One all the stories of humanity and individual humanness are mine.
My name is Lomakayu. It means … Everything Finished Well. One night long ago, as a very young man, I gazed up into the night sky. It was as if somehow, laid out in the pattern of the stars, there was a silent message that brought me into the feeling of my purpose for being here on earth. There was no clear message, no mission delineated, no importance bestowed upon me. It was as if an unnamable flame of desire to awaken took ahold of me. From then on, no matter what I did this flame drove it. Whether it was my writing, acting, time in the theater, being a merchant marine, traveling through civil wars in Nicaragua, living alone in a redwood forest, or studying English and Philosophy at UC Berkeley, the flame was there.
The quest had begun. To the onlooker it would not look like the ordinary quest for spiritual truth. My journey had to involve the underbelly of life. In the search for peace I had to swim in chaos. In reaching for the life of truth I had to die in many ways: face to face with the pavement beneath my Austin Healy, on my back with a knife at my throat in Colon, Panama, taking LSD laced with strychnine alone in the woods, and stumbling down the snowy streets of New York City after blowing flaming 151 rum out of my mouth. But the true flame could never die. It refused to be denied its presence.
For many years I also read voraciously from Plato to Sartre to Jean Genet‘s Our Lady of the Flowers, from books about prison escape like Papillon, to Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet, which explores experience from different points of view. From Schopenhauer’s The World As Will And Idea to Loren Eisely’s The Immense Journey.
I played the parts of old and young men in pain in the plays of Tennessee Williams, Sam Shepard, and Eugene O’Neil’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night. I had to know the underworld from the inside out and the outside in. I had to know the core that drives suffering. I began studying people through the lens of Transformational Theater and acting. Developing my voice as an instrument of healing and using music and language all gave expression to experiences of the soul and my uniqueness as an instrument to serve the greater good began to emerge.
My first true knowing of my work here on earth was to be a writer. I wrote from the core because writing was intimately connected with my spiritual growth. Writing eventually gave expression through songs that reflected the work I did with people.
*I should add a footnote here that in 1975 I had a catastrophic auto accident that rearranged my body and brain. I lay unconscious as the dead beneath a convertible sports car in Southern Utah for i know what how long. I would never be quite the same after this. And I do believe it was this accident that led to my gift of “seeing and Feel” people’s unintegrated history which I late came to call the Soul Journey .
To an onlooker, it may have looked as though I was wandering all over the place. But I was threading a sacred necklace that would become Medicine of One bead by bead as I made my way through this earthly life. Without knowing it at the time these beads would eventually complete the Circle I would later commit myself to.
So that original flame, ignited beneath a starry sky, carried a silent, unspoken commitment to why I was here which persisted as a kind of undercurrent of destiny. Something within me was gathering skills and experience that would awaken into gifts that were part of my sacred uniqueness. Eventually, it was the ancient land of the Southwest that brought the wisdom of experience and my gifts all together, as the Medicine of One.
Thirty-two years ago I entered the Verde Valley through a gateway of rusty red rhyolite rock above the little mining town of Jerome, Arizona. I moved to that little mining town to dwell in the experience of spaciousness, not knowing then that it was here I would find the seed of the path of the Circle, the Medicine of One. I soon began guiding visitors to ancient sacred dwellings of “those who came before.” I also began guiding people to “Sacred Places” and exploring the energies that “places” have. This was just when the “Vortices” were being mythologized into existence. My own journey evolved into helping others.
“Soul dreaming”, what I also call the Soul Journey, in the shamanic tradition began to emerge at this time. It was if the land, the ancient ones and the sacred places all converged and urged me to do it. Immersing myself in the many Southwest Indian cultures around me began to draw forth and bring together all that I had learned in the 40 years prior to that time.
The study of Buddhism, Hinduism, earth-based cultures and many more joined in a unique way to give birth to my own form of Soul Retrieval and Journeying that was freeing people from their past.
In time, I moved to Old Cottonwood at the foot of Mingus Mountain, just south of Sedona where I now live with my two dogs Beauty and Sundance.
Gradually, the concept of Primordial Movements emerged, which is an intuitive body-based technique for bringing specific emotional moments/movements of the soul into the physical body to move out the unmoved blocks. This happen in real time while working with clients.
The most important development came in 1997 after I branched off on my own and began what would later be known as Medicine of One: A Non-dual Shamanic path heavily grounded in Advaita, all is one. This would empower people to be their own healer through their own basic greater presence that I now call the Big I.