Home across the Mountains

The next journey assignment Bhola gave us, is to re-connect with our ancestors.

Hold our little Ammonite in our hand….

Ammonite opened
…Lay down on our mats and listen to his ancestor calling chant…… and …. go…..

I went back into the Rhino cave.
The massive Rhino had turned to stone – or put more clearly: grey pottery. I walked between its legs into an Ammonite cave( a cave made up out of a Huuuuuuuuge blackish grey Ammonite.
Then all of a sudden the
Ammonite covered itself with rolling green meadows and scattered Aspen trees. A fertile valley, in its midst a little hill and a large encampment. A kurgan was being dug out/ into the hill and stabilized with tree trunks. A beautiful Horse was sacrificed and subsequently lowered into the open pit, ropes and saplings were used for that. I felt shock and ahw at being an uninvolved bystander of the proceedings.
All of a sudden Ee’ren Omsür was there!
( info: He is an Ancestral Clan protector for our whole Clan and also other related Uryanchai Clans. He is a Snow Leopard Spirit and a “hard” teacher, sometimes a trickster….)
Read more about him here:……..

https://shamanicdrumm.wordpress.com/2012/02/19/215/
So there he was, all nice!   …
Leading me away….

I walked on his left side and the landscape moved by quickly: Grass lands with Trees, rocky cliffs, sandy gravel, my right hand buried into the lush fur of his neck.
We walked and walked endlessly cliffs, up higher and higher, snow, ice, sleet and icy winds roaring by without touching me. Ice fields beneath foggy clouds, blinding sunlight and then glistening mountain peaks, then down again , endless, to gravelly rocky fields stretching to some forlorn forever mountains. Up and across these and down to sandy valleys with yellow grass, then more mountains, foggy lakes and icy heights… forever north east….
Home!
We were going HOME!
Yes, the rolling grass plains, a little soggy from countless rivulets cutting through it, tussocks, mosses, fine herbs.
– I KNOW this, I was here before… often!
Suddenly a shape appears, walks next to Ee’ren Omsür, on his right side.
Mausi!
My sister!
Shyly looking down….
Then more movement: Behind us my Ada (father) is walking, his high bend wood staff with his shaman bells, furs and Magpie feathers in his right fist.

Then another little Spirit reaches up for his free hand: Fietje, the little son he lost an aeon ago…… our little brother….
Going home!\
There was an encampment of tsartans. …. =(tipi- like hide tents)
Reindeer in the distance!
People coming up to meet us. All my Ancestors!
Mongush!
Moon Face too, along with the other s!
Mongush and Ada embrace in a greeting.
I am sooooo happy to see this, see them all!
I want……
….The whole valley suddenly turns dark, then transforms into a giant Ammonite.
Grey, stark but majestic!
Then, just as fast it transforms back into the green valley with grass and small stunted Birch Trees.
Callback……..
I am shocked!

Ada, Mausi and Fietje went on with the Ancestors, down towards the camp.
Ee’ren Omsür makes clear, I can not go.
I have to turn back.
I am the only one still alive…… the only working shaman in our family line…..
Yes, but my cousin!!
Where is she?? She is not here! Good, she is still in Kyzil!

Blessings to her!

I am on Ee’ren Omsur’s back and he runs!!!!!!
Flies across the tundra valley, into the foggy mountains, down into a desert of molten heat and blowing sand, then up again and into ice and blinding snow, gravel and dust, rain and sleet and – just the rain of Kathmandu.
We are back in the room and he lays down beneath the chair behind me, fades to smoke….
A. One of my Miahanits is there, clearly, licks my hand and I hear Bhola singing beautifully!
I am sooooooo moved!
What just happened!!!!!!

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How can I just sit up and talk about Ganesha right now? I can not…..
I go outside, have a good cry and then try to get it all together again so as not to miss too much of Bhola’s teaching…..

(I am still VERY moved, re- reading my scraggly notes and typing this now…..)

Spirit of Snow

Spirit Of Snow

E’eren Omsür  is THE  Irvis  Spirit for all the Khams of our lineage and also many other families that have, or still are bringing forth the Khams = shamans in Tuva, Kazahkstan and other countries of the high Sayan and Altai mountains.

He is keeping all the Medicine People on their toes, testing them and – also teaching them.

In my trance journeys I met Him in the most surprising and most unusual circumstances and on more than one occasion had to prove myself and my worthiness to Him.

His physical representation is the Snow Leopard, who only lives in the highest mountain ranges.

It is the stories of the Old Ones that tell of Khams going up into these most remote places, bringing an offering to Him – most often a living Goat or Sheep or Reindeer calf and sitting there- waiting for him to appear. To be a Kham of the very highest rank, you have to feed Him and then snatch a whisker from his face, while he feeds – without him feeding on you….

Try that!!

But what iffff he does not come?

You can not leave!!!

Once there, you meet him or you die trying.

No use going back home and telling big tales – or writing big posts in the internet.

If it is not true- He will “get you”.

To die trying however, is honourable and many an old shaman has “gone to see Him” and everyone knew full well, he or she would go “meet the Ancestors” high up in the mountains.

Well, I am not quite ready for that – yet. 🙂

My Sister’s Tail:

My sister Mausi was Ada’s daughter from his first marriage – to a Jewish lady.

Mausi always kept quiet about her heritage and just who her parents were. That is understandable – she was born in 1926 and being Jewish AND Siberian indigenous could easily get you killed during WWII. After the war Mausi lived in the German harbour town of Hamburg, passing as a white “Hanseat”and dealing in diamonds and antique jewellery, which she bought and sold on auctions on behalf of wealthy clients. Her customers would not ever have trusted her or bought from a Jewess or other none Arian person…..

When I grew up and openly professed what I was, Mausi wanted NOTHING to do with me. Any association with me could easily blow her whole made up life story into thin air… ( Not that I would have done that to her, but…. 😦 )

But privately, and in secrecy Mausy also could not quite escape the powerful pull of the E’erens and Ancestor Spirits. When they called her home in 2009 I found many bits and pieces of shamanic practice in her home: Items of everyday living in Siberia like paintings, sculptures, a balalaika and so on, but also a brassier and “Artish”= smudging herbs, several Owl figurines and Owl mementos and last but very remarkable, several Leopard figurines and pictures of her in the ~ 1960ties wearing a Leopard coat. She was then very much drawn to Leopards because of the oh so elusive E’eren Omsür!

At some point 30 years later she sold her coat.  But she kept the belt, made up of 2 Leopard’s tails sown together.

She not just kept it somewhere where you would keep a loooong forgotten belt, no, she kept it in her safety deposit box in the bank along with the last of her very valuable antique diamond jewellery! Where she KNEW only I could find it – after her passing…..

When I was home in Canada I did a trance journey

to find E’eren Omsür and show Him the tails.

He was VERY pleased.

Since then He has “come in” quite often – to lowly little me!!!!?? accompanies me on journeys of a personal nature  and even at times on behalf of my students.