Friday, April 3, 2020
Shamanic journey to Universal Consciousness
So we have some time on our hands, eh? I love the notion of "time on my hands," as if it was a creature or being I am holding, carefully, lest it slip off like mist.
These two shell rattles made for a shamanic journey to the middle world are the result of holding several years of time on my hands. Only now has there been enough time to take the time to finish them.
A middle world journey is a trance journey into this earth reality, with the veils removed so the plants, birds, animals, stones and forces of nature bring answers to our questions.
Made of oyster shell, salmon skin, glass beads, freshwater snail and abalone shell strung on smoke-tanned leather, these rattles layer a complexity of sound for trance work. You can hear them played, and listen to my way of creating a middle world journey, by clicking on this youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMYOJMBf4yc
But wait. What was that about journeying to Universal Consciousness? Right now seems like a particularly potent time on the planet to understand these thoughts from Ayya Khema. Within universal consciousness, everything that consciousness can produce exists. If we--one, two, ten, or a hundred of us--have inner peace and are able to sustain it for some length of time and so change the quality of our own lives, then that enters into universal consciousness and will always be accessible, always available. Also, what we produce in our own consciousness returns to us from universal consciousness, like an echo. We can only latch onto what we have already produced within. There is no way in which universal consciousness will give us peacefulness, if we do not have the inner experience that can be touched.
Shamanic journey work teaches the skill of absorbed concentration. When one is completely attentive--in the silence at the centre of a rattle journey--to the feel of spider feet walking up one's arm, the faint breath of wind, the warm and cool of dappled sun and shadow, one is necessarily in deep inner peace and calm.
This inner calm opens to the realization that we are not separate from each other. We are all participating in consciousness, each in the unique ways of our particular forms.
Especially in this time of uncertainty, we realize there is no "me" and "other," there is only loving kindness and compassion for what we share.
You can see more images of these rattles in my Etsy webstore .
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
A free Divination Reading for uncertain times
We are all of us suddenly on a journey. Loss of comfort, heightened awareness, and unexpected discoveries characterize a journey. We are seeing paths everywhere, made of choices and actions that are tangled by hope and fear.
Why consult an Oracle during uncertain times? Isn't this just fakery woo woo? Maybe, but then again, maybe not. The Journey Oracle guides by showing traces of choices and possibilities that cross and parallel the ones we are presently seeing. It causes sudden shifts of perspective through symbol, metaphor and poem. This happens not by providing answers or offering advice, but by prompting revelation.
I just had this experience while reading Between the World and Me, by Ta-Nehisi Coates. When describing his black experience, he references Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg address. He says that the issue is not "government of the people, for the people, and by the people," but rather, who defines "the people." Not people of colour, and not Indigenous people, and not people of my gender until maybe recently. I never even noticed the assumption inside that famous statement. This is the kind of revelation I mean when I say an Oracle prompts revelation. All of a sudden we see differently, and we find we have changed a view, a behavior, a circumstance.
Here is a Journey Oracle reading I did for guidance in these times of tangled hope and fear. The Oracle pronouncements are given in full in hopes that these Oracle cards will also speak to you. Insights from my own reading are in blue text. I share these to show what jumps out for me, not to influence your inner wisdom.
JOURNEY ORACLE CARD READING
An Oracle translates a problem or question into a
language of image and symbol like that of dreams. It changes the way you experience a situation
to connect you with the inner forces that are shaping it. An Oracle dialogues with your imagination—the
creative basis of experience we call the unconscious.
This is a picture of
THE SITUATION
Describe
your first impressions of this image using simple phrases. Do not analyze, doubt or discard what your
inner voice is saying. When you feel inner quiet, go to the
Oracle’s identity.
This strongest of creatures, a metaphor for humans, is helpless, upside down, caught by something.
Identity
of Oracle: Duir (Oak) Qualities of this Oracle: durability, memory, protection, inspiration
Time
of year associated with this Oracle: June 10 - July 7
Why
this is the Oracle of your situation?
Message from the Oracle about your situation: no feminine bones in the body
Why
are you receiving this message?
"Feminine bones" might be an antidote to grasping, to aggression, to delusion about our human strength
PRONOUNCEMENTS FROM THE ORACLE ABOUT
YOUR SITUATION
An Oracle reveals the
forces that are moving beneath your situation. These sentences are not statements of logic
or reason. Write brief first impressions
next to the statement. If a statement
draws a blank from your unconscious, move on to the next sentence.
THE SITUATION
This situation began by looking for the source.
The prevailing energy of this situation
is gathering clouds.
The core energy pattern of this
situation is a holed stone.
The Mother of this situation is growing out.
The Father of this situation is growing tendrils.
YOUR ALIGNMENT TO THE
SITUATION
Your relationship to the prevailing
energy is like a bright eye.
Your perception of the situation is luminous.
The impact of your perception is glowing.
The connection between the core energy
pattern and the situation
is felt as a soft touch.
The momentum of this situation is fed by
looking beyond to deep truth.
This is
a picture of
YOUR
EXPERIENCE IN THE SITUATION
Describe your first impressions of this
image using simple phrases. Do
not analyze, doubt or discard what your inner voice is saying. When you feel inner quiet, go to the
Oracle’s identity.
Even though the little deer seems sliding downward, it appears alert rather than panicked.
Identity
of Oracle: Fearn (Alder) Qualities
of this Oracle: prophecy, clear-sightedness
Time of year associated with this Oracle March 18 - April 14
Why
this is the Oracle of your experience?
Question from the Oracle your experience: Do you have first aid?
Why
are you receiving this question?
I love this question. It seems to suggest stay calm, pay attention, do only what is required in each moment.
THE EXPERIENCE
NAMED
HARDSHIP AVERTED
Why is this the name of your experience?
THE
SITUATION EXPERIENCED
a difficult day, taking care of the child
accidents from inattention
domesticity
fragile energy in being sweet
Which of the above phrases are you experiencing most
directly right now?
Which phrases are you trying to avoid experiencing?
Which phrases are you seeking to experience?
If these phrases and spaces are a map of
your experience--where are you on the map?
EXTERIOR SUPPORT
An exterior or support system for the
situation is tenacity.
What
is the meaning of this for your situation?
The Journey Oracle’s answers change the
way you see things. Your anxieties, fears and desires emerge to be recognized
and resolved, and hidden transformative energies are released.
This is a picture of
THE CHANGE CALLING YOU
Describe your first impressions of this
image using simple phrases. Do not
analyze, doubt or discard what your inner voice is saying. When you feel inner quiet,
go to the Oracle’s identity.
This image is not clear. Maybe two faces touching. Perhaps about helping rather than harming.
Identity
of Oracle: North
Qualities
of this Oracle: the Earth of physicality, solidity, stability, form
Time
of year associated with this Oracle: all time
Why
this is the Oracle of change?
Message
from the Oracle about change: the message will be revealed
Why
are you receiving this message?
PRONOUNCEMENTS FROM THE ORACLE ABOUT CHANGE
These statements bring an in-depth
recognition of the change you feel coming.
This change is an expression of the healing that is asking to happen.
Write brief first impressions next to each statement. If a statement draws a blank from your
unconscious, move on to the next sentence.
CHANGE
The power
needed to shift this situation will be a sound of community. Very profound for me!
Change will
come by chanting the seeds.
Your
relationship to the change in this situation is like a sparkle.
The moment of
letting go into the change will be a heightened smell.
The concern to
be avoided within this change will taste exotic.
DIVINE
WILL
The wisdom of taking too long will empower the
transformation.
Completed
transformation will be felt as a quality of
mothering.
A beautiful thought for everyone and for the Earth.
DREAM
ON THIS QUESTION
Where will you dispose of the rest, after you've used it?
HOW IS THIS AN ANSWER
Sever
This is a picture of
THE RESOLUTION
Describe your first impressions of this
image using simple phrases. Do not
analyze, doubt or discard what your inner voice is saying. When you feel inner quiet,
go to the Oracle’s identity.
Why
this is the Oracle of your resolution?
Question from the Oracle about your resolution: Are you the one willing to undo it?
Why
are you receiving this question?
A FAIRY TALE FROM THE ORACLE ABOUT THE RESOLUTION OF THE SITUATION
The dense weave of meaning in a fairy tale provides
insight into the hidden forces behind your situation, and points to the
resolution sought by your unconscious wisdom.
In this fairy tale,
your unconscious wisdom knows the names of all the characters, all the
connections to your situation, and what is the happy ending.
GIVING IN
A man accepted a position at a school
that was famous for its intensity. Although people on the outside envied him
his work, from the inside he felt a loss of freedom. One day after a harsh
exchange with his co-workers he was walking along the street—feeling
unworthy—when a small stone caught his attention. It was obviously natural and
yet shaped in a triangle, with smooth edges and regularly even sides. When he
picked it up he heard inside his head, “remember who you are.” He did remember
and so he left his job and moved far away. He kept the little stone always with
him, hidden from view in a braided grass basket.
Then the man met a woman
who had great oracular auricular power. The man spent time learning from the
woman who one day said they should exchange significant objects so each would
have a part of the other to care for. Although the man heard murmurs of
trespass inside his head he felt himself giving in, and gave her the little
stone.
Years went by and the
man never forgot the stone who had helped him remember who he was. Finally he
decided to return the woman’s object to her, and ask in exchange for the little
stone. “Oh no,” she replied, I just gave that stone away yesterday to another
woman who seemed in need of it.” The man was bereft. How could he have waited
so long to only just miss his treasure.
The man wanted the new
person to know of his request and so the woman gave the man the new address.
The man sent his story, but then months went by and the man gave in to sorrow.
Like family memories of past times that shift with the telling, he believed the
story that he was unworthy to have the stone, and that now it was lost to him
forever.
And then one day a package arrived. It contained the little
stone in its braided grass basket, and a note that said, “Do you remember who
this is?”
Monday, March 9, 2020
Little rituals for a baby deer
We love these animals so much, and some of these pictures might be unsettling, so please proceed after asking your intuition if this is suitable for you. A friend called to say a baby deer was found dead in an old barn--would I be able to use it, perhaps for a drum skin?
When I first come upon a dead animal I make a small, significant ceremony that I can tell you about but cannot photograph. I understand that whenever and animal or bird dies, its last wish is for a drink of water. So I offer the baby deer a drink of water, slowly poured along the edges of its still mouth. I then sprinkle some tobacco on its ears, eyes, nose and mouth, so the Plant Chief of this place will ease any last painful or frightening sound, sight, smell or taste. If I photograph this I am holding onto a part of that gift for myself, when it belongs entirely to the baby deer, so I never take pictures of rituals of respect.
I next pull the deer up by its hind legs into the supports of the carport and begin to "knuckle" off the hide, alternating my pulling of the skin with drawing a sharp knife carefully between the skin and the muscle along a layer of fine membrane.
I keep working the hide down until cutting around the forelegs and neck are the final steps.
This little deer may have been ill, or malnourished, as its coat is only healthy looking only along the spine, and dry, short and rough to the touch on the sides.
The resulting membrane looks thinner than tissue paper and will be almost transparent when made into a small frame drum. I imagine the voice will be as multi-layered as the colours and patterns that shine and weave though the surface.
I think the final ritual for the dead baby deer is as significant as the gifts of water and tobacco. But this time it is the wild creatures of nature that will receive the feast.
And this part of what I do needs a helper. Plus a boat is good to move the deer"s body far away from people's homes so wild animals are not attracted into a unsafe situation.
The baby deer is laid with prayers of gratitude in the warm sun on a beautiful rocky island. Raven and several eagles are already turning their attention to us from trees along the jagged shore of Cortes Island. Their many visits to the deer will help them recover from winter's challenge, so they become strong for the mating and nesting season ahead.
I feel sad that the little deer did not know springtime abundance--after the cold rain of winter--in this beautiful place, but I also know that everything lives because something dies.
When I first come upon a dead animal I make a small, significant ceremony that I can tell you about but cannot photograph. I understand that whenever and animal or bird dies, its last wish is for a drink of water. So I offer the baby deer a drink of water, slowly poured along the edges of its still mouth. I then sprinkle some tobacco on its ears, eyes, nose and mouth, so the Plant Chief of this place will ease any last painful or frightening sound, sight, smell or taste. If I photograph this I am holding onto a part of that gift for myself, when it belongs entirely to the baby deer, so I never take pictures of rituals of respect.
I next pull the deer up by its hind legs into the supports of the carport and begin to "knuckle" off the hide, alternating my pulling of the skin with drawing a sharp knife carefully between the skin and the muscle along a layer of fine membrane.
I keep working the hide down until cutting around the forelegs and neck are the final steps.
The resulting membrane looks thinner than tissue paper and will be almost transparent when made into a small frame drum. I imagine the voice will be as multi-layered as the colours and patterns that shine and weave though the surface.
And this part of what I do needs a helper. Plus a boat is good to move the deer"s body far away from people's homes so wild animals are not attracted into a unsafe situation.
The baby deer is laid with prayers of gratitude in the warm sun on a beautiful rocky island. Raven and several eagles are already turning their attention to us from trees along the jagged shore of Cortes Island. Their many visits to the deer will help them recover from winter's challenge, so they become strong for the mating and nesting season ahead.
I feel sad that the little deer did not know springtime abundance--after the cold rain of winter--in this beautiful place, but I also know that everything lives because something dies.
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Big Magic makes a birthday present
Big Magic has changed my view of the art muse. I recently finished this book by Elizabeth Gilbert, just before my chosen granddaughter's 3rd birthday. Her mom mentioned that Zyla wanted “animals and their houses.” What to do with that?
Gilbert writes about how ideas are alive, and go about searching for a collaborator to give them an eloquent voice and thumbs through human expression. I certainly know this experience from the 16 years it took me to create the Journey Oracle Divination cards--so now this baby idea and I are sitting around, wondering what to do with each other, when the art muse shows up. I see her as quite Victorian in manner, mine anyway: stern, excessively disciplined, given to small expressions of impatience at frivolity. Not someone who would win a smile from a 3 year old, but still, a present needs to come.
I decide to “follow from in front,” and wait for a clear inspiration to guide each step. Zyla loves my chalk pastels. Her mom said, “5 minutes and a crayon would make her happy.”
So paper and chalk. I find a package of folded note cards, missing their envelopes, in a box while looking for something else. Humm. What about a drawing of an animal house on the front, and an animal in the house on the inside? Each one a different version of “Who lives here?” Wait. Each one a different version? Two drawings per card? What happened to 5 minutes and a crayon? Oh well. When the art switch flips, I am a moth drawn to the shine.
What about cutting out photos of the animals but painting the houses. Might satisfy the muse without my falling down the time investment rabbit hole.
My partner John walks by and wonders why I am making paper toilet seats. Really. A quite astonishing mess ensues. Big magic has caused my own 3 year old to appear.
After every object, including the floor, has a requisite layer of chalk dust, 5 creatures and 2 birds are laminated into 7 environments. Here are some small big magic moments met during the progress.
In a small area, simple has more drama.
Emphasize the unexpected and uncontrolled,
rather than try and hide the bumps.
In art, and perhaps life, attitude is everything.
So what does a 3 year old's paper birthday present have to teach about big magic and inspiration from the art muse? Art is art, no matter where one finds it. The creative gesture deserves respect, regardless of its intended purpose.
Certainly Gilbert says it best with regards to the forces of creativity: ...this is how I want to spend my life--collaborating to the best of my ability with forces of inspiration I can neither see, nor prove, nor command, nor understand. Sort of like receiving a present from someone you don't know well, but certainly would like to know better.
Monday, February 17, 2020
Art is a metaphor for life
Barry Lopez is a hero of mine. I attribute some of my first glimmerings of coming awake to his early books, especially Of Wolves and Men, and Arctic Dreams. My reading of his new book, Horizon, has coincided with my finishing of the 11th painting in my many-years-long project to paint the 47 dreams that helped create the Journey Oracle.
Just as I finished this peculiar composition, I read this: Art's underlying strength is that it does not intend to be literal. It presents a metaphor and leaves the viewer or listener to interpret. It is giving in to art, not trying to divine its meaning, that brings the viewer or listener the deepest measures of satisfaction. Art does not aspire to entertain. It aspires to converse.
Just as I finished this peculiar composition, I read this: Art's underlying strength is that it does not intend to be literal. It presents a metaphor and leaves the viewer or listener to interpret. It is giving in to art, not trying to divine its meaning, that brings the viewer or listener the deepest measures of satisfaction. Art does not aspire to entertain. It aspires to converse.
So when I give in to this image, I am struck by its calmness. There is much at risk, yet no one seems urgent about the fate of the assembled items. The wind chime is quiet, the delicate shell bowl not cracking in the heat from the wood burning robustly in the stove,
which is roaring, even though the damper is turned down.
The feather apparently stuck in the side of the stove
appears unharmed by its location,
and certainly the turtle is not scampering to escape,
if indeed turtles ever scamper.
Most dramatically, the person whose hair is on fire
is making no gesture of alarm.
I notice some apparent safety in
the otherwise dramatic situation.
The stove seems to have no door so nothing further can be added,
but neither can it be quenched.
And who are these people?
Clearly they are engaged with each other
rather than with the scene inside,
and their appearance of caring is quite engaging to see.
Of course, meaning does creep in with the question from the
Oracle dream
which created the title of the painting:
How is this a gift?
I cannot resist assembling the following conversation with this art:
We are in a home on this turtle island in which the furnace of our desire for comfort and plenty is now beyond our control, and even our hair is on fire, and yet we inexplicably receive the damage with utter calm. We continue to gaze at each other with kind regard, when maybe
we should at least be breaking in the window,
to rescue the turtle.
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