The thing I do like about my shaman is that he is just a man. I don’t have to bow and scrape when I talk to him. That’s a luxury when I’m upset and don’t feel like putting on my goody two shoes.
Last night I was able to vent to him about a man who betrayed me. A man who was as cold hearted as a snake, who then went on to talk about himself as if he were a saint. Shaman helped me hold my own tongue and avoid a battle-dance.
I can’t believe that I used to enjoy the company of the former friend. How fickle we are! We can think someone or something is wonderful and in an instant it turns to shit.
So having a down to earth shaman, one that I can talk to without pretense is a good thing. I am grateful for his guidance.
If I am in a crappy situation, I’m talking about the kind of situation that could drag me into despair and I want to get out of it, or get through it, I can go to my shaman and ask for help or advise.
He doesn’t have to be put on a pedestal and I don’t have to wait for a crisis to ask for help; he likes to help me. The benefit of communicating telepathically is that he can help more people than he could if he had to rely on standard travel.
Mother Teresa said that the way to help the world is to start with one. “One, one, one.” The fancy thing about One is that it is exponentially expansive. The deeper I look into One the more I see the infinite complexity of all creation. It is the miracle of singularity.
I am not referring to the ominous technological singularity but to the singularity of consciousness.
“At the Consciousness Singularity, our consciousness will be expanded beyond the confines of an egocentric sense of self to include transpersonal experiences and transcendent self-identity. This new existence will be both a form of collective consciousness and a form of expanded individual consciousness. ” (Brainmeta.com, Shawn Mikula)
Many people have had glimpses of the Secret of One. I slipped into one once and ended up being in two places at once.
A friend and I were on our lunch break in a hospital cafeteria. I told her that I felt weird, like I wasn’t all there. She said, “Where are you?’ she encouraged me to think before answering. She told me to look around and see what I could see.
I closed my eyes, relaxed, and realized I could see a street in a sunny place where there had been lots of rain. I was outside of a gun or pawn shop. A man walked by and our eyes met briefly, acknowleding one another’s presence.
The sunshine looked different—the lighting didn’t look like it does in New Mexico, and the vegetation was tropical. I guessed it was Belize, where my husband is from.
Later that day, when I described my experience to him he said it was a street in Belize. I described it to a tee.
This was more than a vision. I could feel the breeze from the ocean. I could feel the sun. And that man could see me! Brief as it had been, the man I passed on the street interacted with me when our eyes met. So I know it can be done.
I think Shaman does something like that when he visits me. I don’t know how it works but it is fascinating. i want to learn more. and how will I go about learning this?
One event at a time.