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What is a SHAMAN?

MAYAN: "a technichian of the Holy, a lover of the Sacred." CELTIC: "Empower the people...by changing the way we think." MEXICAN APACHE: "Someone who has simply learned to give freely of themselves..." AUSTRALIAN ABORIGINAL: "...a teacher or healer, a wisdom keeper of knowledge... (who) takes people to a door and encourages them to enter." W. AFRICAN DIAGRA: "views every event in life within a spiritual context." HAWAIIAN: "...human bridges to the spiritual world and its laws and the material world and its trials..." QUECHUA INDIAN: "embodies all experience." AMAZON: "...willing to engage the forces of the Universe...in a beneficial end for self, people, and for life in general."

-- from Travelers, Magicians and Shamans (Danny Paradise)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


I leave the place-holder boiler plate cold furnace state
Under my face and drop down
I tune into the drumming I hear and out bounce vibrations
And waves replace linear thoughts
If I was blind, in this world I see, seek and soar
Guided by nothing but sound and the self.

I feel I am reading and writing and breaking the news
When I shatter the walls and to
these other dimensions I voyage,
I am an objective observer and agent of change
I excavate answers from spirits
Undertake quests in the name of the soul

Companions and guides call to me and are called to my side
They advise and send signals disguised as next steps
Ancient wisdom they bring from the Source
To the drum driven wheels that revolve in my head
From the land to the court of my Spirit-King warrior throne

I return items lost and thought gone,
Record all the specs and trace a path back to
My physical base of operations
The drum stops and palatial silence durates and I hum
With information

If it's all in my mind and it's real at the same time,
How can one feel and know what is wrong and what's right
Without logic, science, and stats, and a map of the way?
Yet are there not
Actions I take,
Decisions I make, and
Visions I create, fulfill and forsake every day in my cold furnace state?

I sense, deal, and feel out the answers
To enigmas I think I have mastered
As I'm told that I travel alone, in control
On this circling-spherical-planetary train
Called conscious existence, survival and home.

So, when it's night and my earth eyes are closed
When reason is docile and dormant, I rise from my skintight cocoon
And the links that connect me to gods and their fire connect
I tune into the journey and sing a new name
as I steal away into "Alive"
While I can seat only one on the ride
I'm reminded that infinite sight awaits the awake.


Heart of The Mother said...

Night Sings,

You've done it !

You've taken the experience of Journeying and translated it into comprehensible words of Truth.

Here comes my one-seated ride now !

Walks In Two Worlds said...

Beautiful, heart felt, brilliant... a true bard for our tribe. Thank you!

hearsthetrees said...

Which is truth, and which is illusion?

Anonymous said...

As another who Dreams, I recognize that you have succeeded in translating our experience for all to read. Beautifully done. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

I dig very much. Timeless as the journey. Passages through the mind out into that sacred parralel.

Safe travels