Dragon 🐉 Letter #108: Intuition was never the problem. A year of reclaiming intuitive rhythm begins here.
Hola! I’m Ixchel Lunar (they/them), an Indigenous time ecologist, ancestral medicine guide, and rhythm witch for creative rebels, decolonial dreamers, and neuroqueer visionaries. This Substack is dedicated to weaving business, body, and belonging into something no empire can replicate. Still punk as fuck. Still cozy in the chaos.
Beautiful Wildling,
Something is shifting in the wider field, and I am here for it. A collared forest falcon has been visiting this week to tell me about the shifting. Falcons do not visit without purpose. They mark openings. They escort transitions. Like all birds of prey, they act the moment when instinct rises through the body with clarity. I take its presence as confirmation. Something in the unseen agrees that my work is reverberating.
More people are speaking my name in rooms that once felt far away. Kristen Warms, wellness coach and trained herbalist, has been writing about the “need to delve deeper into rituals as a means to change our relationship with ourselves and with time.” To be named in that context felt like an echo from the future tapping my shoulder.
And today my dream has come true, I’m a guest on my favorite podcast from green dreamer kaméa, the podcast that keeps lighting torches in places most of the world prefers to leave dark. They have held a line of truth without despair. If you want to follow thinkers who refuse to quit under the weight of collapse, listen to Green Dreamer and join their Patreon to support their work. You can hear a centering practice I did in honor of Joanna Macy on their Substack here. The world needs media that tells the truth without feeding hopelessness.
My episode will be available on all podcast streamers soon, but you can get early access to Ep. 464 Decolonial time and reclaiming flow as a birthright on Patreon or Substack when you become a member. Your patronage will unlock access to some amazing talks with folks like Tyson Yunkaporta, Prentis Hemphill, Martin Prechtel, adrienne maree brown and so many more.
Reclaiming Intuition
All of this came while my mentor Dr. Amber McZeal’s final class on Reclaiming Intuition through Ancestral Medicine ended Monday night. I had the honor of being a course supporter in the breakout rooms, supporting participants as we metabolized emotions, pattern disruptions, visions, and knowing that does not fit the textbook of Western epistemology. This course hit me like a small earthquake because Dr. Amber named the experience that has lived under my skin since childhood. Intuition is not lost. Intuition has been targeted. There is a difference.
There is a word for that targeting that she also referenced, one that lives in my footer below. Epistemicide. The killing of a way of knowing. The killing of the trust in that way of knowing. The killing of the body that knows without needing permission.
It is not only the destruction of libraries, languages, rituals, lineages, and ceremonies. It is the interruption of the inner voice, the instinct, the ancestral signal. An interruption so severe that generations later, people call intuition irrational, childish, unprofessional, too emotional, too feminine, too Indigenous, too queer, too messy, too much.
This is where Nelson Maldonado-Torres enters the room like a doorstop in the colonial cathedral. In his work on the coloniality of being, he shows that colonization does not simply reorganize land, labor, and economics. It reorganizes who counts as human and whose knowledge counts as knowledge. And once the supremacy of some humans is installed, a supremacy of knowledge follows. Once this is seen, the colonial narrative can never fully restore its authority.
The colonizer’s knowledge is framed as rational. The colonized’s knowledge is framed as magical fantasy. The one who is marked as less than human is also marked as untrustworthy in their perception of reality. So intuition, especially intuition rooted in land, body, and ancestors, becomes condemned not because it is inaccurate, but because it is Indigenous. Because it is Black. Because it is femme. Because it is queer. Because it is relational. Because it cannot be controlled.
Reclaiming intuition becomes ontological repair. Not self-help. Not personal development. Ontological repair. Repairing the rupture between a person and their own knowing. Repairing the relationship between body and spirit. Repairing the capacity to sense what is true without needing an empire to approve it.
This is the backbone of Wild Presence. A year-long unraveling from colonial time and a return to Indigenous, rhythmic, spiral Time. A practice of remembering the instinctive body that capitalism has trained us to ignore until crisis. A homecoming to intuition as a primary way of being rather than something we gatekeep for mystics or emergencies. This is not intuition used as decoration. This is intuition as orientation. This is intuition as belonging.
And I do not hold this work alone. Wild Presence has three co-anchors and each one is essential to the container.
Lisa Jara holds the wisdom of cycles, thresholds, and descent. She understands death as a process that happens many times across a life. She teaches how to walk through transitions without pretending we are unchanged by them.
Brigitt Thompson holds somatic finance, a relational and anti-capitalist way of being with money that refuses shame and punishment. She teaches how financial nourishment becomes possible when the body is allowed to lead.
Jaimey Walking Bear is the systems protector of the village, creating the structure that keeps the web strong, shaping the logistics that allow safety, cohesion, and clarity so everyone can focus on the work instead of the overwhelm.
Together, we are part of weaving a world where intuition does not need to fight for its right to exist. A world where the body and Time are not problems to be managed. A world where belonging is not a reward for perfection but a fundamental condition of being alive.
If you have been circling the perimeter of this work with curiosity in your throat and a pulse in your belly, the next step is simple. We can have a rhythm conversation to explore whether Wild Presence is the right place for your year of intuitive repair. You bring your truth. I bring mine. No pressure. You can book a chat here.
This Moment
Wild Presence is not just a philosophical project for me. It has become the structure that keeps me intact. It reminds me every day that collapse is not failure, that transition is a threshold, and that intuition is a lifeline when the world turns upside down.
I keep returning to the truth I learned young and unlearning it now in real time. Colonial systems reward the abandonment of intuition and ancestral ways of being. Capitalism rewards disembodiment. I was trained to survive by ignoring myself and my body. I am remapping how to live by trusting myself.
And I choose to keep building this work instead of disappearing into survival mode and desperation.
I am calling in 15 people to join the next cycle of Wild Presence, as a declaration of the new worlds we are weaving. This work refuses to die. It keeps rising through every rupture. It will outlive collapse.
I will not feed the wound of separation. I bow to reciprocity. I bow to community resourcing the work that transforms us. I bow to the power of choosing each other in a world that tries to convince us we are on our own.
If your intuition has been pacing around the edges of this container, this is your sign. Something ancient in you recognizes the feeling of arriving at the right place. You know what it feels like to be at a threshold. You know what it feels like to need a village when you have been taught to face everything alone. You know what it feels like to sense something calling and to pretend otherwise.
Your choice to join Year of Rhythm can be a devotion to yourself and a participation in mutual support. Both are sacred. Both are powerful.
We are meant to do this work together. This work stays alive because we choose each other, because presence feeds presence, because intuition grows stronger when it is shared.
Y’all, the collared forest falcon just returned as I complete this Letter. Goosebumps. It rests in the canopy with that fierce, steady attention only raptors hold. Its call tells me the field is listening. The work is listening. Time itself is listening. The falcon arrives when the path ahead is ready for our footsteps. I honor its visit and everything it signals. I am listening…
Stay wild, love fiercely. Your presence is golden.
With wild and rebellious love,
Maltiox! xo Ixchel
P.S. If your intuition has been tugging at you while reading this Letter, that matters. We do not override the body here. If you want to explore Wild Presence together, you can book a rhythm conversation here.
P.P.S. Maltiox pronounced mall-tee-osh means with gratitude in K’iche Mayan.
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I was raised and bore children on the traditional, unceded, and stolen lands of the Coast and Central Valley Miwok (colonized as Petaluma, CA) and Nisenan (colonized as Sacramento and Fair Oaks, CA), past, present, and future. I also write, work, and live in the highland forest of the traditional, unceded and stolen lands of the Totonac, Nahua, and Mexicah, past, present, and future, in what is known as Coatepec, Veracruz, Mexico.
P.P.S. I do not live or consent to the colonial impositions regarding the construct of Time. I also practice honoring rhythms of work, play, and rest so that I can serve you with embodied presence and with loving care. This means I may take several days to respond to your requests and questions. (h/t Eva Glamaris)
P.P.S. A mention is not necessarily an endorsement of someone. It’s an acknowledgment, a citation, of the origin of information in my process of understanding. (h/t Kelly Diels)
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