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