Last time, I shared the heart of what I mean by Deep Witness. Today, I’m returning to that conversation to explore the first of its three forms — how it lives as a method.
When I speak of Deep Witness as a method, I mean a way of knowing that refuses to skim the surface of a moment. It’s the discipline—and the risk—of letting a place, a story, or a silence work on you until it changes you.
I learned this again one weekend at the Inn of the Mountain Gods, nestled in the Sacramento Mountains of New Mexico, on the Mescalero Apache Reservation. From the moment we crossed onto Mescalero land, something in me shifted. Time slowed, but so did my body, my thoughts, my breath. A calm I didn’t plan for, didn’t earn, settled over me like a blessing.
While my wife checked us in, I sat in the lobby and called my mother. I told her where we were and how the peace I felt seemed ancestral. That’s when she said words that rooted the moment forever:
“You are home. My grandfather was Mescalero.”
The rest of the weekend became a kind of immersion. I rested more deeply than I had in months. From our third-floor room, I looked out over the lake and mountains, letting my eyes trace the ridges and the way light drifted across the water and how the shadows moved through the trees in the mountains. In those still spaces, I listened—really listened—to the quiet. I began to sense the presence of those who had walked these lands before me, their stories carried in the wind, their resilience folded into the earth itself.
If I had come as a detached observer, I might have admired the scenery, checked the amenities, and moved on. But Deep Witness, as a method, called me to lean in, to let the calm hold me, to allow the land to speak.
For me, this is what presence, accountability, and situated truth look like:
· Presence means bringing my whole self—body, spirit, history—into the encounter.
· Accountability means receiving the gift of that land and its stories with reverence, honoring the people to whom it belongs.
· Situated truth means naming my connection and responsibility, not pretending I’m standing outside the story.
Deep Witness as a method doesn’t hurry to “capture” the experience. It lingers. It listens. It accepts the risk of being transformed.
That weekend, I didn’t just visit a place. I let the place visit me. And in doing so, I was reminded: some truths can only be known when you surrender to the land that remembers you.
If you resonate, I welcome you. I only ask that you hold this work with reverence, and receive this: some things we name not to possess, but to protect.
We are building something sacred here.
Let us witness deeply, together.
In my next offering, I’ll explore how Deep Witness unfolds as a theology—a vision of the sacred rooted in struggle, Spirit, survival, and the promise of liberation.
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Charles E. Becknell, Jr.
Deep Witness