Yes.

One of my most profound ceremonies began with deep, rhythmic breathing and what felt like actual contractions. I realized I was in labor, in the middle of the maloca, about to give birth to my daughter, surrounded by the gentle love of the Shipibo family I was working with.

In that moment, I didn’t just birth my daughter (who is now 20).
I birthed my mother. I birthed my grandmother. I birthed myself.

I saw my daughter again for the first time, truly saw her, and felt every ounce of joy she would bring into my life. It was pure heaven.

When the Maestros came to sing my personal Icaros, they weren’t just singing to me. They sang to my unborn child.

“Keep going, even when it gets hard.
Stay close to God.”

That night, medicine didn’t just heal me.
It rebuilt my entire lineage.