This post was written on August 4, 2018 I have a tremendous love and respect for the shaman Don Diego. He and Mother Vine guided me through a treacherous passage of my life where I subconsciously but willingly- although never fully realizing to what extent it would entail- consented to be unraveled, discombobulated, dismantled, deconstructed, and decimated. It was incredibly painful, and many times I thought I would die. Imagine your skin being peeled off centimeter by centim

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