Day 12 – Where Stone Meets Star On nights when the moon is dark, the sky becomes a mirror. Every star above reflects an energy point below. The Taíno of Borikén understood this long before telescopes or satellites—they carved their understanding into stone. 🌀 Stone as Stargate Each spiral, sun, and face etched into rock was a living portal. The Behique aligned these carvings with the paths of rivers, mountains, and constellations, turning the island itself into a breathing

Day 11 – The Breath Between Roots and Stars As the final sliver of the Libra moon fades, the Earth grows quiet enough for the plants to speak. Their language is older than words, carried through scent, smoke, and song. For the Taíno Behique of Borikén, every plant was a being with soul and purpose. Cassava fed the body. Tobacco purified breath and opened communication with the unseen. Cacao softened the heart and invoked joy. Cohoba, the sacred snuff, carried the mind into h

Day 10 – Finding Calm in the Cosmic Chaos When the sky grows dark and the wind begins to hum, the world remembers Guabancex—((pronounced GWAH-bahn-seks) the Taíno Goddess of Storms. She is the whirling force of transformation, the embodiment of both chaos and renewal. To the Taíno, hurricanes were not punishments from the gods; they were sacred corrections—nature’s way of rebalancing energy. I was only five when I met that power firsthand. A hurricane swept through Puerto Ri

Day 8 – From Survival to Communion As the moon wanes in Leo, her fire dims just enough for us to listen. This is the time when the body softens, when we stop running and begin receiving. The Taíno Behique — the healer and medicine keeper of Borikén — knew this balance well. Their plant allies were more than remedies; they were relationships. Every leaf had a song, every root a spirit, every flower a story of survival. 🌿 The Ancient Pharmacy of the Earth Cassava fed the peop

Day 7 – The Heartbeat of the Island Before words, before written prayer, there was the drum. For the Taíno people of Borikén, rhythm was sacred language — a heartbeat that spoke directly to the spirits. When the drums sounded, the people gathered, danced, and entered a shared trance guided by the Behique, who knew how to call the winds, summon the rain, and open pathways between worlds. 🥁 The Drum as a Spirit Vessel Each drum was alive. It was treated as a being with breath

Day 6 – Returning to Atabey’s Womb When the fires of the Aries Full Moon begin to cool, the Taíno path calls us home to water — to...

Day 5 – Listening to the Language of Stone When the moonlight touched the stones of Borikén, the Behique — the Taíno seer, healer, and...