Oh, you got sick?
“As a shaman you should not get sick!”
I hear that often.
“Have your spirits deserted you”?
Who said shamans do not get sick?
Get the flue? Get cancer, heart disease and die???
Have you ever seen = talked to a shaman that is 526 years ooooold and fresh and vigorous as a spring Chicken, goes about his work with the sick, frightened and the depressed and the ones in mourning?
NO, that is NOT how this works!!!
Shamans are just ordinary people with ordinary bodies and ordinary every day problems.
At least I am…. – Well, I have met a few others, that ACTED, as if they were not – but – guess what – one of them got cancer and the other one had a stroke at 48 and is now living in a extended care facility……
Sooooo Yes, I got the flue!!!!!
I went down to the city to a Drum Circle and one of the participants, who occasionally comes up to my place, when I teach, gave me the most sincere and heart felt bear hug.. and then told everyone, that his loved one was home with the flue and he had it too – just a little bit…..
Next day I was sneezing and it all went snotty from there!
Bad immune system hah??
Well, maybe – mine has to fight off “something” that someone has got for most every day…..
And all the snow shovelling and ice chopping and more snow shovelling while I was home alone for a month over X-mas and New Years and so on took something out of my 58 year oooold creaky bones.
Aah! when Peter cam back from visiting his family it was sooo good to just “flop” and relax!
Fever and fever dreams
Fever and journeying…..
Because, iffff I can not reallly sleep, and I are not reallly awake, and there are already images and sensations dancing around the margins of my ordinary consciousness, – I might as well journey and see, what I see” and learn…..
So: call all my Miahanits!
Jammer and sniffle and cough to them my mystery and after sneezing once again – (watch out, this blog post is contaminated with shaman snot……!! – as iffff there is not enough already of THAT all over the internet…..!!??)
Steam bath – late at night – shaman, de- snott thyself!! – right….
Under a towel, but still there is a little light, shining into the glass bowl filled with steaming hot water, augmented with Eucalyptus oil and fresh Peppermint leaves –
Green and yellowish dancing bubbles of oil reflecting the light getting larger and larger, vapour manifesting…… whitish grey fur speckled with beige brown spots – — and we are off!
Ee’en Omsür racing me to a deserted cave in a Tree-less, vegetation -less cave somewhere north of nowhere – of the NOWHERE desert – of Taklamakan… All dust in a dust bowl…..
….. I can not breath!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, well, what else is new….
OK, there on the wall it is, signs – like in our Journey Cave…..
The Yak-headed God!
Now – How many hands and feet has he got?
And in all those hands he is holding a whole arsenal o – ??? kitchen implements……
Buddhist kitchen implements that is….
But kitchen is a place to prepare food – food for thought – or at least learning……
I see Ee’ren Omsür leaving – going to another cave nearby, where – a Lady SnowLeopard is hissing a not so very welcome……
“Go – by “she says –
It clicks in my head – and sinuses…
Goby – Goby desert!! – that’s where this is…..
Breathe deep and looooook into the bowl – where was Yamantaka?
He is alone in the cave of dust….. all his implements are nicely set up on the floor – It looks like a display of exotic pieces – pieces of jewellery – on the table of one of our craft shows. All nicely lined up.
With nothing in all his hands he roars billowing foggy steam at me – which smells like Peppermint….
Yeah Yeah – I get it… Breath deep!
“Yama, Why do you need all these things?
Why do you need me to be scared of you?
I am not a Buddhist – or Bön practitioner
I am … there is no fancy word for “just me”, but now all my Miahanits are in the cave with me – us and it is rather crowded – and sticky….
There also is a fire on….Like the fire at home, in our Journey cave!
And with a flash THERE we are – all of us,Yama included. Without his “stufffff!!
Oh, without all his arms and legs too! Just one set of arms, utterly un-decorated he sits down next to Eeren Eder (Reindeer Spirit of my ancestor lineage….) looking forlorn and confused.
The big Drum is beating…. intoning our mantra chant…
I am a part of the universe
and the Universe is a part of me.
You are a part of the …..
“Yama, all these arms, legs and Power tools you have, – it’s the People’s attempt to visually express, how omnipotent you are, that you are universe = Everything!!!!”
was that me – or Fretty saying that out loud?
Other Goddesses appear with 8 arms? Some with 20 arms?? 1000 arms, all holding a weapon or Power Tool in each hand? –
Well, HOW ELSE could Buddhist teachers, iconographers, Tangka painters, story tellers portray, convey, bring across to the People the Omnipresence and Omnipotence and Power of the Spirit.
Nishia “picture emotes”: ”Everything is illusion! So also all the Power tools are illusion. All that is real
is the all encompassing radiance of the all encompassing benevolent Power!
How do we in Siberia depict this very same concept?
How do the Aishenabe People here at home depict it?
Like this !
And how did Peter’s Ancestors …?
And California’s Natives??
There is a big loud cluttering happening as hundreds, maybe thousands of arms filled with implements and Power tools fall to the ground, a deafening cluttering noise, then filling the cave with smoke and dust.
Coughing, I see the Goddesses and Gods all standing there, wearing nothing but the halo of Power. They look sooooooo relieved, no more heavy weights to carry – they can breath!!
Or is it me?
I can breath!
The water in my bowl has stopped steaming.
My tea spoon had fallen to the ground….
I am back at our living room table with my towel over my head…..