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🌿✨ My Weekend at Pachamama Sanctuary: A Journey I Didn’t Know I Needed (But Ohhhh, I Needed It) ✨🌿
I spent the weekend of November 14–16 at Pachamama Sanctuary, and let me tell you… I arrived hesitant, suspicious, borderline ready to turn the car around and pretend Google Maps betrayed me. I mean, trusting strangers in the woods of Maine with my mind, soul, and potentially embarrassing emotions? That’s a big commitment.
But sometimes life surprises you in the most unexpectedly magical ways.
From the moment I stepped onto the property, I was greeted by a team of people so genuinely kind, patient, and warm that I started wondering if they were actually angels who forgot to clock out. The entire staff is made up of volunteers — volunteers! — and yet they pampered us like we were VIP guests at a five-star spiritual resort. Whatever we needed, they were there. A blanket? They had it. A hug? On it. A deep conversation at 4:00 AM about the meaning of life, childhood memories, or that one time your emotions hijacked your steering wheel? Done.
Our group was wonderfully diverse; men, women, all ages, all backgrounds . some flying in from across the country, others driving straight into the Maine wilderness like we were on some quest. And honestly, we kind of were.
Sitting With the Medicine:
Now let’s talk about what actually happened when I sat with the medicine.
I went in with a list of physical issues: allergies to animals, fast heartbeat, PVCs… you know, the fun stuff. I figured maybe I’d get some clarity or feel slightly better. Instead? It was like the medicine looked at my list, cracked its knuckles, and said, “Don’t worry buddy, I got you.”
I felt physical healing immediately — not imaginary, not subtle, but real. My body softened. My symptoms calmed. It was like someone hit the reset button on my nervous system.
And then, once the medicine was done giving my body a tune-up, it went straight for my soul. Directly. No detours. No warm-up round.
I found myself revisiting memories: some heavy, some emotional, some I thought I had buried so deep even Google couldn’t find them. Post-war trauma, grief, sadness, anger, shame… the whole emotional buffet. But instead of drowning in any of it, I felt like I was finally able to look at everything with clarity, compassion, and love.
It wasn’t easy, but it was powerful. Freeing. Necessary.
By the end, I wasn’t just a little better, I felt like a different person. Physically lighter, emotionally clearer, spiritually stronger. I woke up the next day wondering if someone had swapped out my entire operating system overnight.
What made the experience even more incredible was the energy of the group around me. Imagine a room full of people all dealing with their own battles, heartbreak, anxiety, trauma, loss, yet somehow sharing strength, humor, and kindness with each other the entire time. Total strangers became family for the weekend. The kind of family that listens to your soul and hands you tissues before you even realize you’re crying.
And the staff? Absolute gems. They watched over us with the perfect balance of professionalism and heart. They knew when to step in, when to step back, and when to quietly place a bucket next to someone without needing to say a word (if you know, you know).
I went into Pachamama hesitant, unsure, and a little scared. I left with trust, love, clarity, and a whole new relationship with myself. I healed in ways I couldn’t imagine. I laughed, I cried, I released, I grew. And most importantly , I came back home feeling emotionally and physically renewed.
If you’re thinking about going, don’t hesitate. Seriously! don’t overthink it the way I did. You owe it to yourself. Healing isn’t something you postpone; it’s something you deserve now.
Pachamama Sanctuary didn’t just help me , it changed me.
And I recommend it with my full heart.
But sometimes life surprises you in the most unexpectedly magical ways.
From the moment I stepped onto the property, I was greeted by a team of people so genuinely kind, patient, and warm that I started wondering if they were actually angels who forgot to clock out. The entire staff is made up of volunteers — volunteers! — and yet they pampered us like we were VIP guests at a five-star spiritual resort. Whatever we needed, they were there. A blanket? They had it. A hug? On it. A deep conversation at 4:00 AM about the meaning of life, childhood memories, or that one time your emotions hijacked your steering wheel? Done.
Our group was wonderfully diverse; men, women, all ages, all backgrounds . some flying in from across the country, others driving straight into the Maine wilderness like we were on some quest. And honestly, we kind of were.
Sitting With the Medicine:
Now let’s talk about what actually happened when I sat with the medicine.
I went in with a list of physical issues: allergies to animals, fast heartbeat, PVCs… you know, the fun stuff. I figured maybe I’d get some clarity or feel slightly better. Instead? It was like the medicine looked at my list, cracked its knuckles, and said, “Don’t worry buddy, I got you.”
I felt physical healing immediately — not imaginary, not subtle, but real. My body softened. My symptoms calmed. It was like someone hit the reset button on my nervous system.
And then, once the medicine was done giving my body a tune-up, it went straight for my soul. Directly. No detours. No warm-up round.
I found myself revisiting memories: some heavy, some emotional, some I thought I had buried so deep even Google couldn’t find them. Post-war trauma, grief, sadness, anger, shame… the whole emotional buffet. But instead of drowning in any of it, I felt like I was finally able to look at everything with clarity, compassion, and love.
It wasn’t easy, but it was powerful. Freeing. Necessary.
By the end, I wasn’t just a little better, I felt like a different person. Physically lighter, emotionally clearer, spiritually stronger. I woke up the next day wondering if someone had swapped out my entire operating system overnight.
What made the experience even more incredible was the energy of the group around me. Imagine a room full of people all dealing with their own battles, heartbreak, anxiety, trauma, loss, yet somehow sharing strength, humor, and kindness with each other the entire time. Total strangers became family for the weekend. The kind of family that listens to your soul and hands you tissues before you even realize you’re crying.
And the staff? Absolute gems. They watched over us with the perfect balance of professionalism and heart. They knew when to step in, when to step back, and when to quietly place a bucket next to someone without needing to say a word (if you know, you know).
I went into Pachamama hesitant, unsure, and a little scared. I left with trust, love, clarity, and a whole new relationship with myself. I healed in ways I couldn’t imagine. I laughed, I cried, I released, I grew. And most importantly , I came back home feeling emotionally and physically renewed.
If you’re thinking about going, don’t hesitate. Seriously! don’t overthink it the way I did. You owe it to yourself. Healing isn’t something you postpone; it’s something you deserve now.
Pachamama Sanctuary didn’t just help me , it changed me.
And I recommend it with my full heart.