25.4. 2015 Shamanic journey:
I felt compelled to set up a little memorial Altar for all the People of Nepal.
The ones that passed
The ones that survived
The ones suffering The ones that are helping
I feel involved, because we have been there.
In this beautiful country with sooo many of its gentle people living in the simplest conditions – some in what WE call poverty.
Then I took my drum- urgently, because the trance was coming on fast.
A few beats and I was THERE!
Scenes drifted by with me as an observer…….
People in the streets – surprisingly mostly men – Where are the women? Where are the children?
Many men were holding cell phones – others were engaged in helping, digging away rubble – brick by brick…. Then a HUUUUUGE semi-transparent Snow Leopard – a Spirit Being jumping onto a huge pile of concrete and re-bar – a collapsed structure. Hissing and scratching with his see-through paws, then jumping of to grab a large brown mongrel dog with a black tipped tail and dragging it up onto the pile of debris – making it scratch – and bark – and so alerting the ever present men., who soon began clearing away smaller pieces of rubble – then trying to hand down a plastic water bottle – to no avail- the person below has his hands trapped ( and crushing injuries to his pelvis and abdomen) Not good for survival even if he makes it to one of the overcrowded hospitals. Someone opened the bottle and poured the continence over the man’s head and into his open mouth…….
Grey Spirit Beings, transparent, like the Snow leopard, walking away, up in the sky above…. Souls on their way towards re-incarnation.
Bhola! Where is Bhola?
I am looking through the window of my Mt. Kailash rock crystal.
From the fist size stone on my makeshift altar it has changed into a HUUUUGE mountain of ice, snow and clear crystal.
This one starts to tumble and roll, changes into an Earth sphere = where the whole world is seen like in an atlas. It lands with Europe on top –
Ah, I ge it, he is “over there! 🙂 I then see him, somewhere, in the city centre, in amongst some green plants, white shirt – maybe his shaman outfit – with some smudges of fresh blood on his chest, where his heart is – his heat is bleeding for all his people….he seems exhausted, but OK.
Then I am in ?
…. Bhaktapur -? The city centre is in ruin! Soo sad! The shop, just off Druban square, where I bought my nice Owl…. in ruin and rubble…. but no lives lost, just dust, bricks, wooden planks and broken carvings, large and small. People sifting through it, saving what they can…..
A few streets on the “drum shop” …. Bricks and wood and the ever present tangle of electricity lines – dust and debris, but the shop still stands, with part of the upper story of the house having come down… Here too people clearing the narrow lane way, saving what they can and not knowing, where to put stuff they recovered. …..
The Pottery market – where my Rhino is from – all just rubble, all just pottery shards….
The cobble stone plaza right before me starts to buckle and heave and out of the cobblestones a life sized Rhino emerges, shakes itself, looks at me: “It has always been like this – only “THIS” was not always here!” The primordial Beast shakes it’s head and moves off, down the street…..
Shiva, blue as always he is depicted dances upon the chest of a “monster”
He has done that for ages of eternity. But sometimes, on rhythmic occasions (having to do with 80 sun cycles ) the monster moves. Sometimes Shiva just looses a step or so, regains his balance and dances on.
No big deal. Sometimes Shiva stumbles- steps off the monster, with 1 foot….. and then steps back on, in his dance. Sometimes he loses his step, because the monster rears up quite a bit and both feet come off, then Chungmolungma grows and his backbone becomes higher – and yes, She also shakes off some of the snow, and it comes crashing down.
This dance has taken place for aeons. Sometimes the Monster beneath Shiva – which by now is clearly to be seen as a Green, living female Elder, releases the Nagas from caves deeeep down in her womb and they come forth as Snakes of molten rock……
Sometimes, Aeons ago, Some Beings living upon this Earth Elder – regardless of the dancing Shiva, get hurt, when She moves. Then they get trapped beneath Shiva’s feet- or swept down by beads of his sweat……
It was always like this! Shiva is blue = for truth!
Usually the Animal Beings sense, where Shiva’s feet are, and when the Earth woman moves- and they get out of the way – fast….. Most make it – others become food for the survivors and then become part of the Earth Woman – until she sweats them out and up to live between Shiva’s feet again…..
Now maaany of the Earth Beings have started to erect dwellings out of stone and wood upon the Earth Woman – right between Shiva’s feet. Sometimes he stubs his toes on them, when they get toooo high!
But now, when the Earth Woman moves, these dwellings topple over, killing them = returning them to her womb.
It happened before – it will happen again…… it is always a tragedy, when it happens.
But Shiva dances on, regardless.
The scenery shifts
I see a giant Turtle, swimming in??? The sky!?? – no, in the water, carrying the world, as in Native American world view. She too is very much alive, of course! She moves, her back shakes, then, she lowers her head and dives beneath the waters, while a HUUUUUGE wave washes over her back, drenching all that live there, washing some of them off into the sea. The Turtle re-emerges and swims on….
Somewhere I realize, the tone of the drum changed!
It is wet!
Everything is wet!
I too got drenched, when she moved??
The beautiful sun in which I started drumming had turned into yet another icy April shower and I better get “with it” and get inside, save all my things, dry them out and put dry cloth on!
By the time I did that, the sun is back out again – and through it all I still see Shiva dancing……
I re-erect the little Altar in the living room, adding my hand carved Owl from that shop in Bhaktapur.
Then I go outside and distribute the Gift for the Spirits of the Land – this land, where I live and The Land, we all inhabit.
A Sunflower Seed for everyone who died.
A Sunflower Seed for everyone who survived
A Sunflower Seed for everyone who is helping
A Sunflower Seed for everyone who feels connected
We are all connected.
Please Shiva, dance gently on Earth Woman!