In Memory of Steve Moore


To the winds of the North, to the hummingbird

You who live from the sweetness and nectar of life and must be free or die.

Teach me what it means to live from the sweetness and nectar of life.

To the ancient ones, seers, twice born, the grandmothers and grandfathers.

As I stand on your shoulders to see beyond linear time and space, someday others will stand on my shoulders.

Teach me what it means to be invisible, to master time and to keep secrets even from myself.

Come ancient ones, seers, twice born-

Enter my dreamtime.

Inform my energy body with your energy body warm your hands by campfire and teach me the mystery of this path.


This is the invocation to the North of the Inca Medicine Wheel, a path that I have practiced for over 10 years. I have incorporated the discipline of calling in the directions into my daily spiritual practice, and it has become a significant component of my consciousness. The north of the Inca Medicine Wheel is the place where we have the opportunity to make a “quantum leap” – to be organized by spirit. If we have done the work of the south, to release the past and the things that no longer serve us, and we have overcome the fear of death and fear itself in the West of the Medicine Path, then the progression to spirit becomes available to us.

- Steve Moore via his blog.

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For seven years, Steve Moore helped me work to understand myself and my marriage.

I credit him with saving my marriage on more than one occasion.

I credit him, with challenging me to be a better person.

I thank him for our talks, of all things.

From happiness and joy to lizard people and David Icke...

I miss Steve dearly, but he isn't too far.

Please get a good therapy room ready for me up there Steve. 

As long as you're waiting there... I'll know I'm in heaven.


Love and miss you Steve, with all of our hearts!

John, Vera and Erika Lordan

          To the winds of the South
Great serpent, Wrap your coils of light around us,
Teach us to shed the past the way you shed your skin,
To walk softly on the Earth. Teach us the Beauty Way. 
          To the winds of the West
Mother jaguar,
Protect our medicine space.
Teach us the way of peace, to live impeccably
Show us the way beyond death.
To the winds of the North.
Hummingbird, Grandmothers and Grandfathers,
Ancient Ones
Come and warm your hands by our fires
Whisper to us in the wind

          We honor you who have come before us,
And you who will come after us, our children’s children.
To the winds of the East.
Great eagle, condor
Come to us from the place of the rising Sun.
Keep us under your wing.
Show us the mountains we only dare to dream of.
Teach us to fly wing to wing with the Great Spirit.
Mother Earth.
We’ve gathered for the healing of all your children.
The Stone People, the Plant People.
The four–legged, the two–legged, the creepy crawlers.
The finned, the furred, and the winged ones.
All our relations.
Father Sun, Grandmother Moon, to the Star nations.
Great Spirit, you who are known by a thousand names
And you who are the unnamable One.
Thank you for bringing us together. 

Thank you for Steve.