The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift

The Shaman tales 5: Uncovering the shamanic gift

25 March 2020

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She had always known she was a white witch, but it was only recently that she had found out that she was also a shaman. The knowledge had come to her after a particularly striking episode when she had been dancing to trance music and had experienced a shamanic journey into another world. She never consumed drugs so knew that there had to be truth to that journey. It was a world where spirits walked in fumes with nothing separating them from other human beings. She had looked around her in the night club and nobody else seemed to be noticing the spirits yet all of them were dancing to the same music she was dancing to.

 

She looked around her fascinated. The stroboscopic lights cast around filled the fumes of the spirits with various lights making them look like rainbows disintegrating on the dance floor. She wondered what the spirits were doing in the night club. Were they not meant to be somewhere more peaceful, she thought? One spirit seemed to realize that she was looking right at it and not through it and came up close to her. She was not sure she felt comfortable enough this close to it and raised a hand. It went right through the spirit who laughed. It was not a wicked laugh, just a friendly amused one. She laughed back. They were not as terrible as many made them to be. They only wanted to be part of this world just like us, she thought.

 

That was all before she discovered the extent of the Shamanic gift. How it could allow her to summon either the raven’s rains or the fires of the phoenix. That was before she discovered that the combination of the witch capacities and the shamanic gift could help mold consciousness itself

 

Cyberion – Strange Signals

Talking birds

Talking birds

15 March 2020

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Springtime dew

Drops on daffodils

Grass that sprouts

All about

My mind running wild with bees

Larks that morning frees

 

Summer breeze

Seeping through winter

Blinded herds

Haughty nerds

Of the meanings that become

Lost messages hummed

 

Symphonies

Stretching in the sun

Talking birds

Swirling words

Of the moments that I sum

With my heart’s fingers

 

Reading of the poem :

Max Richter – Dream 3 (in the midst of my life)

Chronos my brother

Chronos my brother

2 November 2015

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The road now coming

I walked in simplicity

Pathways opened up

 

From within darkness

I picked up scents of the light

Both woven within

 

I held on divine

There was a thread in the winds

Blind child heard the call

 

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In between hours

Walking on the broken glass

I heeded not cuts

 

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Mermaids walk on shards

Life is spent thus balancing

Teachings of the soul

 

Chronos my brother

Lent me his precious bounty

He like I just gave

 

What within forgive

What without never forget

All Love eternal

 

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Manish Vyas – Tumi Bhaja re Mana

Love’s deepest calling / Divine Lover of Woman – Peruquois

Manish Vyas – Ishq (Love)

 Manish Vyas – Prasad (Offering)