[foxyshaman]

Hail and Hello Blue and squishy hugs to you Cath!!!


Abilities come in all forms with different levels. Global disasters can be hard to deal with from a spiritual perspective. In shamanic traditions there is a method called psychopomp, which basically means crossing the souls over. I like this work, actually I love this work. What I have come to discover however is that not all spirits respond to the work. When we do the work we can encounter spirits who have lived in a different spiritual tradition than myself or my circle mates. These spirits can shun us in the spirit world or flat out tell us mind our own business. Those were good lessons. It doesn´t stop us from trying to help however. And as in every place on earth different people practice different spiritual traditions.

I have been away from home for the last couple of weeks so I was not able to participate in our circles gatherings for psychopomp work for Japan. However, I am sure that they encountered some spirits who wanted no help from western shamanic practitioners, no matter how well meaning.

There are different ways to do psychopomp work. The first time I tried this was in 1999 when there was an earthquake in Turkey. I was instantly attracted to the work and found it IMMENSELY rewarding. I also think it is exceptionally important work. I often encounter stuck spirits wherever I go, and sometimes I can help and sometimes I cannot.

Interesting tid bit... I am in Mexico right now and the main reason I came was to celebrate equinox at ChiChin Itza. It´s my birthday, so I figured why the hell not celebrate the balance of light and dark (and secretly me ha ha) with 25,000 others. It was beautiful and an amazing blissed out day for me. When I got back to my hotel that night, I had a really strange series of dreams regarding suffering beings, other wise known as possession. I woke up thinking something was not right. (duh heh!!) Then I went to my small fridge to get my drinking water... it was frozen. The same bottle I had drunk out of when I was away. Nothing else was frozen in the fridge. So... something had followed me home. The other odd thing was I was craving a cigarette...almost unbearable. I quit smoking ten years ago, but I almost gave in. Did my small ceremony in my room and it left. Whew...

That night I had even more dreams. In each dream more and more people were coming to house to watch me perform a ceremony of compassionate depossession. The house was so full I kept wondering where everyone would sit. I knew when I woke up someone big was coming and that I had to pay attention. Then later that day, towards the evening I went into town to wander... and wandered right into one of my favorite people in the whole world and I had not seen him for three years. He is terminal and when I saw him I `felt`he is surrounded by a host of spirits. Neither of us was surprised we ran into each other. He is coming for work with me when I get home, incidently he was moving to my home city and would fly out the next day.

Dreams are amazing. What I have found over the years is that the more I pay attention to them and understand my own personal symbolism displayed in my dreams, the more meaning I can derive from them. Our dreams are as individual as we are. They have a language that is unique to each person.

Anyway, this short note has turned into a short novella.

Thanks for listening.