I am told that I am supposed to share this experience. I am at the beginning, so you haven’t missed a lot so far.
I guess I’ve always been able to walk between worlds; there is hardly a veil at all.
When I was sick as a little girl, I’d see the “white faces” looking in on me at night from outside my window. I wasn’t scared of them, but it usually meant I was really sick.
Later on, when I was an old woman and had knee surgery, someone gave me a card with a picture of spirit deer and I recognized the faces I had seen as a little girl. They looked a lot like the deer in this painting only there where at lease 40 of them.
They looked more like people sometimes, but deer people, if that makes sense.
There were other things that happened that were evidence of the different worlds. I don’t know how else to talk about it. It is all the same world, but there are different realities. Some things happen here, in the Noisy world. Some things happen in the Quiet World. Some things in the Spirit World and so on. It is really very beautiful and not at all confusing when you move from one to the next. It is all very natural.
Now let me get back to the shaman.
I have always wanted to make people feel better. I never wanted to go the doctor or nurse route, although I thought about massage therapy as a possible calling. But whatever I chose, I wanted to work in healing arts.
Now, in my grandmother years, I don’t want to mess with anything other than the deep healing that comes from working directly with spirit and energy.
I have started sharing Reiki with people and I love that. But I am drawn to learn more, and not only to learn, but to be.
Old ladies dream about a lot of things, but becoming a shaman was not an ordinary daydream or wish. It was a calling. I could hear voices (not in the auditory manner of hearing) that told me I could be a shaman. Me! Plain old me.
I am too old to go traipsing off into the mountains or jungles in search of a shaman de jour. I figured if God wanted me to do this work, I’d come across someone who could teach me.
Now we meet in the Quiet World for a little while in the mornings. Sometimes he pops in on me when I have a question throughout the day.
He is funny and he can sing!
You’ll learn more about him as we go.
I’ll just tell you what we talk about and what happens from now on, OK?
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Love it! 🥰 Can’t wait to see more! AND you’re not so old. ☺️