My Healing Journey

My journey with the frog medicine was born of my own quest for healing. My body and immune system had turned against me. Unresolved traumas had manifested themselves physically, mentally and emotionally, and my life came to a grinding halt. I was forced to take a hiatus from work and academics. No naturopath or doctor could help me, even as my systems began to shut down one by one. I saw many doctors, healers, specialists, naturopaths, and alternative practitioners. I was tossed into the depths, swallowed whole. To sweeten the pot, from a fragmented state I entered into a severely abusive relationship where I sustained multiple serious spinal injuries, and which I was told would need surgery to correct, or I could easily wind up paralyzed from the waist down. Not yet thirty, I had made a firm decision that I refused to live in a crippled body for long, yet at the time I felt I was up against too much, and I did not have much hope. I began researching and found forums of people whose lives had been changed by kambo, mothers who could parent their children again after years of debilitating illness, and countless testimonials of pure miracles. I was interested, so I dug deeper. The frog had found me, and I answered the call.

After two rounds of ceremonies, things began turning around quickly. I went into it thinking that the medicine had only a physical aspect to it, and that it would in a very physical/material way remove toxins that were clogging up my body and brain, and reset my endocrine glands back to homeostasis. While these things are true, it did so much more than I signed up for. It facilitated a necessary unravelling. A process that took me deep into understanding myself, within my story and outside of it. It took me deep into my own underworld, and allowed me to unlock myself through becoming curious about the “why” of how I ended up where I was.

Old things came to the surface, but in a way where I was able to observe them with compassion. The reasons behind old patterns became so obvious, and how my experiences shape my beliefs and my beliefs created my reality slowly came to light. Within about six months, I had birthed a brand new version of myself-body, mind, and spirit. Or perhaps more of a restoration of a truer version of myself, cleansed of some of my deep pain and outdated beliefs that had forced my spirit and body to protest in the ways that made continuing forward nearly impossible, but with the wisdom acquired by the experiences that created them still intact. I could witness the hurt child within myself, and hold her with compassion. For the first time, I was beginning to be able to forgive myself and to forgive others in a way I never even contemplated, and in letting go of some figurative weight that kept me down, I began receiving boon after boon. I felt I was being led toward my true purpose the cleaner I became, and still do. But it was only just the beginning...I believe it set me onto my hero’s journey, a life-long adventure of returning to my own soul.

My name is Daphnie Alexandria, translating appropriately to "victorious defender of men".