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Shamanic Pathways 01 - quiet thoughts.
My animal companion, or 'pet', Moet - a champagne tabby - has spent most of today lounging in the sunbeams by the blinds I left open specifically for him. Specifically so he could lounge in front of them.
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.
We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.
So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?
I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.
When do you unleash? And how?
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.
We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.
So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?
I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.
When do you unleash? And how?
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I can't do it around people who know me. Heck, when I was younger I couldn't stand to have anyone around when I practiced the piano. I just can't seem to break out of the "they're going to think I've gone mad and they'll never see me the same way again" mindset.
I used to unleash a little during martial arts, and I really miss that. People around me don't understand how a generally unruffled, pacifistic person such as myself could enjoy sparring, and I can't quite explain it. Something related to the thrill of the hunt, perhaps.
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I have found this too.
In shamanism, this happens a lot, the first time a person starts drumming, or dancing, or rattling. It can feel very stupid to rattle a rattle as an adult! The advice I have been given is to just keep doing it until the stupid goes away. Until your inner adult throws all it can at you, and then says 'oh stuff this, I'm going elsewhere, do what you want to do.'
Have you ever tried persisting through the feeling of 'stupid' that you get?
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Unfortunately, my first instinct when I feel stupid is to stop, immediately...but once I do that, it's twice as hard to get going again.
My three year old son is a help, because I can act goofy with him and I feel like I have a legitimate "excuse". Helps suppress the stupid response.