posted on Dec, 6 2010 @ 02:33 PM
Its time to share my past couple weeks.
First let me start with a brief explanation, I am part of a group that journeys with a spirit called Grandmother, it is a powerful teacher that has
allowed for many epiphanies regarding my shamanic practice.
The journey for me started as it always does listening to the ceremonial music and chants of our shaman. Moving down into the subconscious lower
world of my being, down into the gateway to the Otherworld.
The world spun before me in the maelstrom of existence. The ocean poured forth into being and I was swept away, tumbling through the otherworld.
The experience of previous journeys flooded my being and the free fall changed from a haphazard roll, to a steady surge forward in the direction of
the flow through the spirit world, like a ship throwing up its sails in the gails of a storm.
My mind was burned with the understanding of the infinite layers of reality contained within the Otherworld and once again I stood on the bridge of
eternity from the vantage point of the gods, I knew everything, and I knew nothing.
Falling again, down from the bridge into the swirling eye of the storm below, I fell until all points of reference faded from view in the dark
surroundings and I became suspended in the void. Animals approached from all angles. Bears, Wolves, Eagles and Owls.
A master stepped forward, spear in hand. His long hair flapped about him in the storm. Strapped all about him were knives, axes and a sword, He
wore leather trousers and boots of hard leather. Blue tattoos covered his chest, arms and neck and as I looked to his eyes he pointed his spear at me
and assumed a combat stance - He spoke "Whom calls out to Cuchulainn?
"What makes you think you deserve to stand here in this world? Why do you come back here again and again to stand where others choose not?"
"Because I can, Because I must".
"We shall see" He said.
The bears pushed me down as the wolves tore flesh from my arms, owls clawed at my back while eagles tore open my chest ripping out the contents with
their long sharp beaks. I could feel the last breath escape me as I was torn apart, becoming part of each beast.
I was shown the image of an egg, soft and delicate in need of great protection. As I reached forward to touch it with my wings it burst inward and
became a matured eagle that surged forward and gripped my chest with its talons and for the first time in the Otherworld I felt pain. In its eyes I
could see Cuchulainn in all his fury as he tore at me with his beak.
Tumbling through the void snapping at one another, claws grasping in great sweeps, I could feel the energy of the eagle surge forward and in a great
cry as it pushed down Cuchulainn's familiar with a claw and beak to watch him fall down into the depths of the void. Turning around, Cuchulainn
stood with arms crossed, nodding once before vanishing yet again.
Very soon after I laid there for long moments thinking things will never be the same, life will never be the same after this experience. How could
it?
But things are back to normal, and from here I observe that experience.
Who am I really? Who am I becoming? Who have I always been but have forgotten?
We are remembering.
-G