Shamanic Pathways 01 - quiet thoughts.

[moonvoice]

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?

Comments

[storm-seeker.livejournal.com]

I think I unleash a lot less than I realize I do. *nods* At least I think so after reading your post and pondering it.

The last time I unleashed though...that I remember. Sunday, and I sat down to play piano at a client's. Just planning to play through Scott Joplin's The Entertainer since that's typically the only piece I learned that I tend to remember.

I decided I liked the sound of the piano, the way the notes struck, and rang out, the pitch and the tone were quite beautiful, kind of captivating. And I just lay my fingers on the keys and started playing...and a haunting little melodic tune came from somewhere, played through my fingers, reminding me of the beautiful, emotional score in "Pan's Labyrinth."

I think I sat there for an hour or so just playing the tune back and forth, adding to it, playing around, realizing that somewhere along the way in recent years I'd developed an ear for notes and chords, what work together and what don't, almost intuitively playing those that did, and occasionally hitting a note out of place, then just playing around looking for one that sounded like it belonged in the space.

It was a very surreal and lovely experience.

The tune I played came from envisioning a scene in a story/novel I'm working on; I just wanted to play some sort of soundtrack to the scene that came to mind, kind of express it through the music or express what was in the imagery in my mind through music. And I did, and had a lot of fun doing it. It was great. :)

And now I want a piano at home, so that when I'm plotting my stories/novels or looking for some inspiration or just want to get out the imagery in my mind in a way other than words, when the words don't come or aren't coming, I can sit at the piano and paint it in another way.

Or at the very least, I am going to take piano lessons in the future, and hopefully not too long. But still, piano at home for writing inspiration, s'where it's at. :)

[moonvoice.livejournal.com]

The tune I played came from envisioning a scene in a story/novel I'm working on

This is a wonderful feeling and I used to do it myself, and will do again once I get my piano into this house and get it tuned.