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On Being a Shaman and Hearing the Songs of the Spirits!
On January 23 and 24, I posted two poems. I entitled them “A Song of a Shaman” in two parts. I am a shaman based on definition of my spiritual practice. I didn’t decide I would become a shaman. I searched for the soul stirrings I felt deep within me. (I’ll talk about that sometime.) As I explored and discovered Self and began a profound, conscious healing journey, I realized I was, indeed, a shaman.
As I awoke to my own Heart and recognized the distinction — not the separation — of Ego and Heart, I discovered many truths, my Truth, personal Truth. My personal truths are not facts for everyone, but my spiritual experience is something I hope for everyone, no matter what name, form, or function by which it may be classified. So many thoughts flood in here. The one I began describing, though, is that of the poems.
A shaman senses energies, and I seek to use those energies for my own highest good, Heart Self, and the highest good of others. I have written about many topics in articles, poems, and books, and they are all shamanically-influenced, energized by my Heart.
I more recently realized much of my work comes from little lyrics of energy I hear from the Unseens, which, to me, includes Spirits, Guides, Magical Beings of the Middle World, the Elements, Nature in her various forms, Angels, and…
