Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

An Internet Clipping


...A shaman's medicine colors are black and white because he/she walks the world of Light as well as Shadow - the polarity of man's existence. Black and white also represents the balance a shaman seeks to maintain, both inside himself/herself as well as bringing that balance to his/her clients. It is well expressed in the Eastern concept of yin-yang.

Bat is the Mayan and Aztec symbol for rebirth, and the totem animal for shamanism. Bat hangs upside down in the cave, just as humans are nestled upside down in their mothers' wombs. In leaving the womb or the cave, each is forced to look at light and shadow. Bat embraces the idea of the Shaman's death. In ancient traditions, the would-be-shaman was sent to a certain location to dig his/her own grave, and then spent the night inside that grave, totally alone. The grave opening was supported by limbs, covered by a blanket, and then filled over with dirt and debris. Absolute darkness and total silence quickly cause the initiate to be confronted by his/her fears. The basic idea of the initiation was to break down all former notions of "self", and to cause the initiate to face his/her inner fears and demons. When the initiate is released from the grave, the old persona and ways of life of the one "who was put in in the ground" truly are dead and buried. A "new" person emerges, reborn, with the right BY INITIATION to be called a shaman, and to heal. During my initiation, I spent three days and two nights totally isolated within the grave, and it truly is a terrifying experience.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

The Irony of It All


All I want to do is to help people and live my life closer to the spiritual world, to wander with a tribe of like minded individuals, discovering higher metaphysical truths and living life to it's fullest. And yet, in this day and age this is frowned upon. I am "wasting" my life. Ha! Is it you or I who has wasted the wonderful bounty of experiences this world has to offer? Do you know of the beauty of a full moon rising over the horizon? The sweet music of running water? The grace and beauty of the animal world? The secrets and knowledge of the fungi?

No, I say it is those who are damned to only a material existence who have wasted the precious gift of life! Go out and explore! LIVE!

The Dead weep for the living, for it is only through death that life is truly appreciated. The Time of Travel draws near for me, and I hear the road beckon. I hear you! I hear you! We are long lost lovers, waiting for the time we might once again be made one.

"Nomad"

Speak not of hovels
Of dens and abodes
My heart's made of pavement
My blood made of road

I know not of months
Of weeks and of days
But only of silver
And bright shining rays

I ride in a tribe
And we know this land
And though you may never
Quite understand

The thought of the miles
Far at my back
Leaves my soul free to roam,
Released from the rack

Now THIS is the life
That brings ease to death
Not a chance missed
Not unspent a breath

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The Nature of the Occult


We were all created in god's image, so it follows we might retain a spark of the power of creation. Indeed, every culture on this planet has its own magical tradition, its own connections to the unseen, and the figures who practiced these arts were respected and feared within the community. Only with the rise of the Christian church was magic seen evil and untouchable, and the death toll due to these persecutions is still unknown.

But what is magic? Quite simply, it is the manipulation of the world around us and within us. How we do this often varies, though each school is just as effective as the other. To the Shaman, his world was filled with spirits, and through communication with these spirits he could draw power from them, using it in accordance with their wishes. The European mage saw to direct some ethereal force, deemed "arcane," and use it as he saw fit. The Conjurer, or diabolist, summoned entities from the void, and using violence and threats commanded them to do his bidding from the safety of his circle. The Necromancer sought communion with the dead, and often after many bizzare rituals to align him closer with the dead then the living, he spoke to them, learning their secrets and asking them for favors. The Hoodoo man used a combination of Christian theology and traditional African fetishism to combine elements from the material world and the spiritual, casting "tricks" and creating talismans. The Chaos Magician uses his own subconscious and harnesses symbolism to enact his will, without the use of gods or spirits. The Discordian seemingly goes mad, and through this sphere of confusion he shapes the world around him in accordance with the wishes of his goddess.Even in the Christian church today, magic is practiced under the guise of prayer.

Whats interesting to note is that however far these differing traditions deviate from one another, they all report success. Why? After all, why would god grant these miracles, or let the devil do good things in their names?

The answer is a simple one, known only to those who have sought its answer. All these differing schools are powered by the magician himself. The practitioner believes his magic works, creating a framework that allows him to change the world around him. Through prayer, ritual, or other magical acts they summon the necessary energy/gnosis/kia/Tao and add it to their visualization of what will occur.

That is not to say the entities they are dealing with do not exist. On the contrary, every magical act they are asked to help with only increases their power. Each entity, including ourselves, are like batteries. With each drawing of our inner power, the higher capacity for that power we have. This allows fictional entities like Cthuhlu to be called upon and actually give results, along with giving entities like Death amazing capabilities.

Think of it. Every since the first cell died, Death has existed. The death of a loved one can be a traumatic and emotionally charged event, every curse cast towards Death only making it all the more powerful and real. Ask any practitioner, and they'll assure you what they do is real.

Try it for yourself and you may be amazed at just how far you can reach.