I
usually don’t share my shamanic journeys but this one was special and because I
haven’t written much lately I thought that those of you who read me deserve a
little view into my journey life. I won’t
share all of the messages that I received, those are private, but my shamanic
journey was one of my most wonderful every.
Hope you enjoy.
12:09 (lunch time) I laid on
the bed, covered with a blanked and covered my eyes with a couple of new
handkerchiefs. I had placed a
six-sided, clear as glass, Tibetan quartz crystal on my chest. I had decided to use my tree entry into the
lower world and crossed the street and walked into the forest on the other
side. I was listening to a Michael Drake 15 minute drum track on my iPod. Rather
than walking I immediately started to move forward in what I assume was a
Native American dance; something I had never done before. I arrived at my tree and danced around it
three times before entering the opening at the bottom of the trunk. I grabbed onto a root and spun around it while
quickly moving downwards. Almost
immediately I arrived at the dark end of a tunnel, hit a torch that was leaning on the tunnel wall against the
rocks of the tunnel and it sprung to fire.
With that in my hand I started to dance once again down the length of
the tunnel. I don’t know what I did with
the torch when I arrived at the other side, I just didn’t have it any
more. I was meet by Deer and
Hummingbird. I put my hand on Deer’s
back and turned and spoke to Hummingbird.
I told it that I wanted to visit the spirit of my quartz crystal. It said, “This way.”
I danced down a curving path
until, around a corner I came face-to-face with a glass-like, translucent,
female, elf-like being. She was slender
and about five feet tall. I asked her if
she was the spirit of my quartz crystal and she nodded “yes”. I then asked if I could hear her voice. She opened her mouth and a sound came out
that I can only describe as a feeling rather than a sound. I’m from Colorado and use to hike in the
Rocky Mountains. Her voice sounded like the
water rushing in a refreshing, snow-melt stream. The kind of stream that is so cold that it
hurts to stand barefooted in it but is incredibly refreshing when you drink it. I asked her if she had a message and she
nodded “yes” again and then opened her mouth and the refreshing feeling came
rushing out again. I thanked her and
asked if I could visit with her again and once again she nodded “yes” and then
faded away.
I turned to Hummingbird and
thanked him. I then asked if he could
help me find the spirit of petrified wood.
I have been collecting rocks since I was six years old and still have
the mental image of the first piece of petrified wood that I ever found. Hummingbird said, “This way.” and rather than
proceeding down the path I was flying with or on Hummingbird. We darted in what appeared to be a random
path inches above a field of green; not grass but more like patches of green moss on top of rocks. I
had a mental image of what the spirit of Petrified Wood would look like. I was expected something squat and
heavy. I was wrong.
We came upon a tall, tall
spirit being. It was slender and so tall that I was surprised to be able to see his face. He was supple and bending back
and forth slowly like a tree bending in a breeze. I said, “Hello spirit of Petrified Wood, I am
David.” The tree responded with an
unexpected voice. I had expected a
booming, gravelly sound and was wrong again. The
spirit had a voice like the wind. It
responded with, “I know who you are. I
have been with you your entire life.” I asked Petrified Wood what it was like to be
a rock and he responded, “I use to be a tree, now I am a rock. Everything transitions. Everything changes. Don’t fight change, be free, go with the
flow.” continued to sway back and forth.
I asked if I could give him a hug and expected to hug his leg. He said, “Yes” and bent down, lifted me up to
his neck and I hugged his neck, so high in the sky I could hardly see the
ground below. We swayed back and forth
for the longest time and I felt like I was six years old again. He finally put me down and I asked if I could
visit him again, to which he responded, “No need, I am always with you.”
The drum was calling me
back. Rather than repeating the Native
American dance that had taken me to the Lower World I did handsprings, not a
conscious choice and I’m too old and with a bad back to try this for real, I
just did it all the way back to the tunnel, through the tunnel and then shot up
through the earth, paying no attention the root that I had rode down and about
20 feet up into the air and then landed softly on the ground. I removed the covering from my eyes, opened them slowly and was back.
Best journey every!
Post
Script . . . I went for a walk in the forest after lunch with my wife. When we got to "my tree" I asked her if there
was anything unusual about the tree. She
said, “No, but it looks like someone has been running around the tree. See how the leaves are all crushed in a
circle around the tree.” Interesting . .
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