There are some beings so aligned, so pure in their devotion, that simply being in their presence is medicine. Joachim is one of these rare beings. And the ceremony I experienced with him, held in the sanctuary of his home temple, met me exactly as I needed, and in many ways I didn’t understand were possible, until now.

I’ve walked many paths with many medicines. I’ve sat in ceremonies in South America and Europe, guided by wise elders and sincere facilitators. And still, nothing has touched me as deeply as the ceremony Joachim held. It was, without question, the most powerful session I have ever participated in. Both in the immediate depth of the experience, and in the long-reaching transformation it set into motion in my life.

Joachim’s space is a living altar. A field of pure prayer. Every detail, every placement, every word is chosen with reverence. His temple breathes with the spirit of devotion, as if Spirit itself helped construct it. It is rare to feel this level of care. Rare to witness such meticulous honoring of the unseen. Rare to be held by someone who walks so clearly in service to something greater than himself.

In this space, a mystical weaving occurred. Threads from my life —some long held, others just emerging, and some hidden even from my own awareness— came together in a beautiful tapestry of healing. My own inner work, my lineage, my longing, my unseen prayers… were all somehow gathered and gently laid on the altar.

During the ceremony I was brought back to my ancestors. Not just as an idea or a concept but as a visceral, emotional reunion. First came the grief the reality of our disconnection, the sadness of a forgotten bond. And through that opening, prayer returned. True prayer. Devotional, uplifting, gratitude-drenched prayer that felt like a song my soul had been waiting lifetimes to remember.

I cried. Not just tears… but the kind of weeping that cleanses the heart. I cried at the beauty of Joachim’s voice, the truth in his words, the way he prays not about the sacred but as the sacred. I cried from the way he loves, from the way he cares, from the precision and humility in his every movement.

And in that careful tending, something opened. A bridge formed. From the oldest ancestor behind me to the farthest descendant ahead. Forgiveness moved through time. Blessings moved through blood. And I walked out of that space changed.

These days, medicine work has become fashionable. It’s shiny on the outside, hollow on the inside. It is rare, really rare, to find someone who hasn’t been pulled into performance or profit. Joachim stands apart. He is the real thing. A true medicine man. A steward of the sacred. A man in deep relationship with Amanita, not as a tool or trend, but as a holy spirit he honors with every breath.

If you are called to this work, if your heart longs for a true encounter with healing, with your ancestors, with the divine— go to Joachim. Sit with him. Let yourself be held by the space he protects with such purity.

Joachim, thank you. From the depths of my soul, thank you. For your walk. For your prayers. For your unwavering devotion to what is real and right and whole. I bow to you. I bless you. I remember you always.