My journey has just begun

This truly is my home, and you are all beautiful - thank you for being here.

Never became a bird or any animal entity, though I've read Carlos Castaneda's "experiences" with great interest...my shroom trip was mild and pleasant, an intensely earthy feeling while walking along a long long beach at Isla Vista. Peyote was something else again, it changed my life completely...

 

I recently had my first shamanic journey, it was a neat experience but it was so...I can't think of the word. It was easy to come out of.

 

Americunt ... as i understand it, practicing shamanic journeying builds a bridge, so to speak between your concious and unconcious mind. With practice and patience and learning the symbolic language of your sub/unconcious mind, the journeys get stronger, more lucid and easier to get into. I think my journey on mushrooms indicates the kind of lucidity one can reach through normal regular practice using drum, rattle, singing or chanting.
But i agree, ... at first the shamanic journey is a bit crap and you tend to think you're just making it all up, it's hard to stay focused and you're always well aware that you're lying on the floor imagining stuff and could snap out of it at any moment if you wished. - It's important to let whatever is happening come to it's natural end though.
My journeys began to tie in with my dreams too and also seemed to increase my capacity to dream or remember dreaming.

But basically i'm saying that the more you do it the better it gets.

 

ok , it began with a funny thought - that i'd go about talking to the crows in town and ask them to get together and fly in a circle over the town . i spose it was a bit much to ask , i just tried whenever i could get near to a crow who wasn't much up to anything just hanging out . over a time of three weeks i found three or four and had a go at it . i talked at them , i played the drum ... stuff like that . i know they listened .

what was the point of it ? somewhat vague . a nature-sanity hope thing . i had a hope that a something would happen - something like a circle of crows in the sky to be witnessed .

in the fourth week something happened and even more deeply wonderous . the heart of the town made a communal song . all in one day and all day long . oh , my ears , did i hear true . yes . loud , clear and strong in the neighborhoods sang the voices of artists and little
choirs beneath and around them in the sound-scape .

strong as in bold
prayerful sanity ,
a circle

 

i see the point of human spirit action (shaman , uh-voo) as community survival - and it happens unselfishly , is totally free and artful , innocent . the community directs it . the people hold dearly the one who is able and willing and who really has nothing better to do than live a simple heartsong among them .