I was a child prodigy in paying attention. I could be extremely focus or allow myself to drift away into the abyss of nothingness, and I was happy as a child. As I grew up I was told I was great with computers and that would be a good choice for me. I felt sort of stale.. not...
I tried not to have any expectations of what would or would not happen.
I made it as the first one to the house, and the house seemed comfortable. The rooms were large and open and I was greeted by two dogs and a cat, which animals always put me at ease so that was nice.
Golden gate on violet wall,
What will happen if you fall?
Why do I want to find out?
Am I just a selfish lout?
Is it curiosity
Or does a deeper meaning seethe?
What would I be setting free?
Some thing from which we all would flee?
Behind the bricks...
I really feel a pull towards Shamanism... the thing is i have a lot of trouble focusing and everything, and i fear that i'm not suited for the path because of it....
I can't astral project or anything, as hard as i've tried i can't project...I'd like to keep on and start my...
My feet tingle with energy,
Harmony spreading up through the earth,
A confusing cosmic high.
I am my own drug.
Battle rages inside and out
And a serpent gnaws on my toes.
Eyes open even when closed.
All too much, must fly,
Swim, gallop, jump, and...
Can’t even go to the caves!
I was supposed to today,
But there are torrential rains,
Now I must suffer more pain.
They do not want me to go
And see the things I must be shown,
So I bite and fight and grow,
Must learn to enjoy the show.
Close my sight and shut my...
I am shaman, and much more,
I must gather all to war.
This is my dictated fate,
eternally I guard the gate.
My ancestors, filling me,
with the things that I must see.
This could be the final stand,
we must all defend the land.
Perhaps I must fight alone,
Well, I think I have one, at least ..shamanism if the closest practice of alternitive religion that i'm most drawn to spiritually. What i have taken from reading about this form of spirituality that calls to me is that you follow your own path...
The threads in the tapestry fray.
edges blur, undefined.
Returning to the beginning.
that empty nothingness.
The bane of all.
It has already begun to consume us.
Barely held at bay,
a gibbering mass of pure consumption.
Life itself hangs in the balance.
I had no thought. I was not in my verbal brain. My perception…. oh, I can’t begin to describe it, or remember it. All I know is that I was being, and in being, I was freed to do things that I can’t do. Or so I am told.
It was so blissful. I didn’t...
I hate it when I lose my dreams,
forgetting some important things.
Of realms I do lie between,
but what do all the tidings mean?
Battle looms over us all,
who can hear my howling call?
Alone I do survey the wall,
it must stand and never fall.
Do I see what happens now,
Many times when one is in the line of shamanistic practice, there are healing rituals/ceremonies that must be performed to help heal another and onesself. These healing sessions have been instrumental in teaching me more about the path I walk. I wish I could share...
I have had dreams of having the power to call on Jesus and he answered me immediately. I recently had a dream about the world coming to an end. First I saw Jesus's face in the heavens I saw it very vididly, then there was havoc and I knew instantly that the world was...
It was brought to my attention a few days ago that i may be a shamanka. Untrained with my birth rigth taken from me b/c of a fanatical mother. I have been scouring the internet since then to research more on the subject. Is it possible that the shaman that was to train me...
I have been a Pagan all my life, though I only realized it about 12 years ago when I joined a group in Canterbury and became a Practitioner of Natural Magic.
Last year I started to become aware that my 'path' was going towards the Druidic belief system and felt that I was being...
The pounding, pounding hands beginning to pain right in the knuckles. A drum skin, stretched taught, sings proud steady songs in the night. The only other percussion is the crackle of pine fire. Hissing,spitting, little bursts of chemical energy.
I close my eyes...
I have always be spiritually type of person and i had christian views much at young age and read the bible. believe in god and angels. but later down the road i started to like native American belief system and what they believe in.when i was 10 and younger i like...
It is hard to focus.
I delve so far into my own mind it is like I see through different eyes.
I am called, pulled somewhere.
Where does my heart lead me and can she hear me?
I scream like a beacon across the very universe.
When will she hear me and heed my call?
Is the wolf...
and still I wait for the answer to have the ultimate experience of knowing within how i should be applying all these great knowledge and deep understandings that i have received from the many nights in dedication for that communication to come around . How much of these...
I have come to realize that my calling is towards shamanism. I feel that I need to get to the Amazon a.s.a.p. I would love to apprentice. Shamans, in western culture, could be diagnosed with schizophrenia?
Click bug click bug! There you are!
From the tree you fell real far.
Why do you always come to me?
What do you want me to see?
"Watch me as I bang my head,
My clicks fill the bugs with dread,
then I lay still like I'm dead."
Ah! you teach me of...
I have an unusual family background. My great-grandmother was a granddaughter of a Sioux Medicine man or Shaman; she used to tell me that whole world is connected and animated with the divine source of life and how we are all part of this whole. She taught me engergy dances that...
Bleeding out. I was dazed... staring at the blazing Sun as my skin burned through my BDU's. The time, Mar, 2003... I was deployed in Iraq when was low firing as cover support. The RPG grazed the Tail Rotor of my helo, sent it ******* hard, and threw me from my gunner position...
My maternal linage, I am shaman. My great grandmother was a shaman. My maternal side are indigenous people of Central and South America, known as Arawak or in the Carribeans as Taino.
My grandmother was a Sabajo clan member and her mother was a shaman. On my paternal linage my...
I go soon into the caves
Where I may always remain
If you do not see me again
Know I love family and friends.
I do it for everyone,
Something that must now be done.
Even if my body fails,
I will have finished my tale.
All the evils I have eaten
Sacred stones will seal...