The last number of months i've been offering shamanic journeying evenings here in Burnaby - we've been meeting at least twice a month.  It's a time to gather together within sacred space to deepen our shamanic practice together by practicing the ancient art of journeying.  I've been honoured to sound the sacred drum on behalf of those who come.

I've been personally practicing my own journeying while i drum for everyone - something of which i find challenging as i also know i need to stay focused for the group.   Though, the more i practice, the easier it is getting.  I don't have complete journeys, though some significant snippets have come that have been beneficial for me. 

This last week, i had an interesting and fun journey for sure...

For my intention, i asked to say hello to a past animal guide - one that i know is still with me even though we don't seem to engage a lot like we used to...

sooo... as i journey while i drum along, i find myself on snowy owl's soft feathery back - it feels so good as we fly together... and, i feel so safe.... we're gliding silently high above the clouds when snowy owl suddenly tilts sharp over to one side and i slip off her back landing on a cloud below in a tumble... 

As i right myself, there with me, right in front, is a big fat smiling bull frog and we say hello...

"It's been a long time weaver" bull frog says...

"Oh I know!... though i always know you're with me - so nice to see you again," i reply...

"it's still been quite a while sister... thank you for dropping by...  It's about time you showed up." he quips...

Bull frog then sticks out his long skinny tongue at me and zaps all these dark blobs that were hovering all around my head and heart - this takes him awhile it seems - he takes his time...

He then wraps his tongue all around me like a lasso rope and squeezes a bit... (I wasn't sure what that part was about!)... Though, i guess he had to make sure that all the blobs were gone or something... 

And, during this whole time, he never stopped smiling.  

"Ha! Ha!  You're too funny! - thank you!"  I said to bull frog...

"You're welcome weaver - anytime eh?  You know i'm always here"... he said...

It was good to reconnect with bull frog again - i forgot what a goof he can be!   This sweet journey also reminded me that our spirit guides are always with us, though, patiently waiting to connect with us... they won't engage until we do - that is their integrity...  So, i welcome you to say hello and welcome your own spirit guidance... they may surprise you!

Thank you all for a beautiful journeying night yet again everyone.... I hope you will join us again - see my calendar for next dates coming up!

Brightest blessings and happy journeying... weaver x (((o)))

*Hucha or Hoocha is a Quechua term for 'heavy, dark energy' - it's not negative or positive, just heavy and dark... and it's only created by us dear humans... in our healing practice, we are blessed with the 'illumination process' which helps us to let go of that hucha that doesn't serve us - we don't need to hang on to it... it is our blessed earth mother who lovingly 'receives' our hucha... which feeds her, like compost... she reminds us of the beautiful gift she offers us and us for her... let us remember this sacred relationship... x (((o)))

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We are in a time of great healing and for all those who are willing to work toward releasing emotions held too long in the heart... our ancestors gift us these wise deep words they suggest, in silence... meditation... they came to me through and within the sound of drumming this day.... x (((o)))

I am love but know not love...
I am free but know not freedom...
I am born but know i not die...
I can walk but know i not run...
I can see but know i not hide...
I must release this old burden, weighing on my heart heavy...
Drowning me in deep sorrow, for all the wrongs I have inflicted...
For all the wrongs I have so suffered...
Endured in lifetimes, long forgotten..
Carried forth now, for all to hear...
Brought forth now, for all to listen...
Brought forth now in great remembrance, this lifetime forgiving...
Learning present to let go...
Turn the ego toward the Light...
Choose the pain to drop away...
Gift all hurt to our earth Mother... it feeds Her... as She feeds us...
Breathe the Light She gifts back within Right Relationship...
Feel the sorrow wash through, feel the tears now turn to joy...
Open your heart once more to laughter, feel your joy light up the sky...
Your soul is clear and now rejoices...
Let this go, move through this, your day...

- sourced through weaver © October, 2011

journey...

drum buddy...

it has been revealed to me
that there is a being
who resides in the lower world...
in a darkly cave...
abundantly covered
with thousands of
shiny crystals of light...

his or her name
i believe...
is shashen....
an androgynous being
neither male or female...
maybe both...

shashen
is a gatekeeper...

the transmitter
of the frequency
of the earth's pulse...
to the middle world...

shashen transmits
this 'pulse'
through his or her
own heart...

shashen has
to listen very carefully
and in a new way
to accomplish
this...

and so do i...

a journey by weaver (((o)))

​I was sent home with mesa homework yet again from the 7th fire (animistic energy training) a number of months ago… and, an interesting practice of feeding a swirling wild feminine energy that was put into my mesa called a 
huaca....

My life this past year has been like a huaca, a 'pachacuti' - a turning over.... and has been literally turned upside down…  My relationship of almost eight years rapidly dissolved right before my eyes… it went in a direction that i couldn't seem to steer in any way… During most of those years, i’ve tried my best to do what some might call, “make the best of it” and be the best person i can be…

I strive to grow as any human can… with courage to honour my self and my spiritual path and my calling… questing for answers that continually nag at me… and, can’t ignore the stirrings that rise within me… i have to listen to my gut… and somehow honour and find my own true way… how can i not listen to my inner being and be who i truly am?

Many times i questioned why is it, that it had to be sooo hard to share that with someone who is not on the same path?…  i never understood why i was continually judged for being on my own path?  I often felt like i was the one giving support in many ways… I gave up long ago offering invitations to this person dear to me, to share a path that has helped me so much in my growth... and now, to have come to a place of realization that i must honour this person's own path…  I have to admit that i sometimes get jealous that other partnerships can share a similar path together… but i guess that this is not to happen for me, and i do my best to honour and allow that…

And… so… i continue to respect and practice my spiritual (shamanic) path as best as i can… and i exercise my daily homework… this one day, i open my mesa, the mirror of my becoming of my healed state… and oh, how i yearn for that healed state… especially now… during this emotional roller-coaster pacha of time… and so… through my beloved and caring stones (khuyas),  i consciously feed and care for them within the swirling hurricane that is presently going on in my life…

This is not an easy path of late… it seems no matter what i say or do… i'm not heard or seen in the way i have truly intended… when i feel i have intended in a most loving way that i can… I question often where all the rage and disdain hurling towards me comes from?... What the heck happened to the communication - where and how did it all break down?... it can be crazy-making to say the least… I keep ducking the relentless sticks and stones and continual verbal and energetic abuse...

As i sit in mindful contemplation with my altar of beloved… i am unexpectedly and immediately journeyed way back to a time of my childhood… to an age when i was about 11 or 12… i’m smack-back at summer camp on Vancouver Island at good ol' Camp Moorecroft… a wonderous place full of fond, fond memories… a place that offered me respite from the shouting-times of my childhood... it’s evening and everyone is at campfire time inside the big meeting hall… the fire is roaring in the stone fireplace and there is a girl, a little younger than me, sitting hesitantly on the edge of the front stage with her head down, looking at the floor…

This particular campfire night, small groups and individuals are sharing skits, stories and songs with the whole group… i have already shared my contribution… and there sits this little girl on the stage… in great fear… she wants to share but keeps fleeing the stage because of being so shy and afraid… the whole group keeps cheering her back to the stage as she repeatedly attempts to go back to her seat, giving up…

After numerous times of her back and forth dance… i am compelled to go up and and just sit beside her to lend some support to offer her sharing… and as i sit there beside her and the room goes quiet... she finally musters up the courage to share and after, everyone is on their feet cheering and applauding her… she is so thrilled and oh, so proud…

The next day… the camp nurse came up to me to say that what i did to support that girl was one of the most loving things she had ever seen a kid do and then thanked and congratulated me for it…

I'm now transported right back to the present moment with my mesa and the 13 churning loving khuyas embracing me with their light as they always do… and an overwhelming realization comes over me as to maybe why... one reason (of many), that being part of and in this relationship for so many years… was maybe... perhaps... that i was to lovingly “hold space” for her, someone else yet once again... to support them and hold space... to allow them to find their way to what they love and do… and she did get to do what she loves for her own path... big-time!... and... i am honoured to have been a part of supporting her path...

And so... an irony... a life-time dream project for my partner finally did come to a completion for her... it was created and manifested... and arrived to where we were living, a finished product the very same day that we, as a couple separated and parted ways.......... wow.....

​I give many thanks and appreciation for my dear mesa—my blessed altar that shows and teaches me about my becoming.... to spirit... for the teachings and learnings received...

brightest blessings....weaver (((o)))