Shaman, Shiela Baker I am standing in my canoe and look to the right; my Male Ancestor, the Bear, is sleeping under the tree with his three young Bear apprentices beside him. I call out! He awakens slowly stretching and rising looking out towards the canoe and me. I know that he has risen to my call. On the left my Female Ancestor, a Native American Grandmother, is sitting embroidering and putting the final touches on a wedding dress. Today she will send her apprentice, Too Many Feathers, with me. Too Many Feathers has also been sleeping. She rises slowly and moves toward the canoe stretching. In the bow in the front of the canoe I see a large black bird, a Raven. “This is new!” I think and behind me my Protection, is the Crystal formation. My intention for this journey is to ask of an animal for my readers. We slowly cast off from the shore and settle in. The water begins to flow a little faster and we are carried along effortlessly. I watch as the shore passes by and I notice familiar spots on the way. I wonder where are we are going? The river widens like I have never seen before. “This is not my river.” I think. The expanse is unimaginable and calm. And yet right in front of me ripples are on the surface. The calm water is shiny deep black, like obsidian. We are slipping quickly along, to an unknown destination. Then I notice that we are not alone, the water is alive with forms. It is boiling, teeming with life. My canoe has turned into a teacup and I am alone in the cup, turning and rolling with the undulation of the water, no fear, bobbing along, something slithers into the cup and I just notice. It has a big head and spiky teeth; it opens its mouth and swallows me whole. Inside, I see pink sweet flesh like bubble gum. Shiny and pink, I walk along the length of this being and just notice all the pink insides. At the end is an opening and I come out into the sun I am very small and the being, an eel, I think, is much larger than I. Walking back up the length of the eel to a spot between the eyes I sit. I am no longer in the cup. The landscape is unfamiliar; the air is close around me and I can feel it like fabric against my skin, I am held by this closeness, I can feel my whole body being held. I wave my arms around in this substance and wonder where am I? It feels like Jell-O all around my body. I want to jump and see what happens so I do, then I am flying and held all at once. Arms outstretched in front of me I am propelled. I can turnover and fly on my back. Then turn again onto my front with no effort. I look around and notice that the Jell-O air is shiny. I glance around for the eel and she is tracking my movements as I explore my capabilities. She slithers along beside me and we are close, I reach out and touch this being and feel a shudder as we travel together. Then I know I can ride on her and so I do. We speed up and zoom along very fast, my arms around her neck and I press close onto her body. My body feels fluid and flowing unlike anything I have ever experienced, I feel long and sinewy, stretched out of over time and space no beginning and no end. Continuing along ever present and always there. My toes are miles long and I am as long as the diameter of the earth around which I am stretched. We spiral around the circumference of the earth many times. I am still me and yet so much more than me. I notice me noticing me, and the image goes on as if in a mirror, the eel is grinning now as I get it whatever it is. And I grin back. Laughing with each other I am swallowed once again. I enter that pink sanctuary where I began this journey. Travelling along the tunnel I caress the sides of the tube as it narrows down and I remember I am about to exit. I think “I am not ready to let this go” but I do anyway. I come out the end and I am big like I was before, back to me but more than me. I have changed. I wonder how and know that it is not important. I stroke the sides of the ell and thank her for this glorious journey. I give her a quick peck on the head and she nods. Jumping out of the teacup and she is back in the mass of movement in the water beneath me. I notice that my canoe has returned and my guides are once again with me. Raven nods “A good story,” he says and flies off. I sit in my canoe at the edge of my river and take a deep breath. Wow! Is all that I can say. I hold on to the sides of my canoe and a shudder goes through me, internalizing the experience. I thank Bear and Too Many Feathers who are both are grinning at me. I want to look into a mirror and see how have I changed. The drumbeat slows and I have returned to ordinary reality (the illusion of my life). Shamanic journeys are transformative. What do you notice from my journey that you can make useful in your everyday life? How have you stretched yourself? Where are you more than you were yesterday? There may be many more ideas that come to mind as you read my journey as my journeys are for you to use in your life to create a more powerful, intentional, meaningful way of being. How will you do that? Journey often with friends. If you want to know more about my work or schedule a session for deeper meaning just for you contact me at shiela@shamamweaver.com Bliss, Shiela www.shamanweaver.com |
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