At the foot of the mountain, Mount Ausangate, Apu Ausangate, I was greeted by a flock of gentle Hummingbirds.
Siwa kenti, the Royal Hummingbird, guided me to the North, up through the mountains of my soul. It was a solitary journey to take, one that would ultimately leave me with a choice, do I go back down the mountain, never realising my true identity, or Be-ing my authentic self, or do I step into who I am becoming, and carry on up the mountain path? My authentic self called to me, I continued. From this high place I could see my life through the eyes of the mythic, from this place I learnt to journey deep in the underworld to reclaim my graces and lost soul parts, missing pieces of myself I have longed for, for eons of time. I reclaimed my ‘elfin’ self, a luminous being of great strength and grace, I found my ‘young prince’ a being of dignity elegance and mature youthfulness. I received my ‘Hunter’ self, the man I am supposed to be, hunter, warrior, provider, father, the part of me that is energetic, yet still and graceful. With them came creatures of great power, gifts of wonder and inspiration for me to use. I journeyed higher still until I reached the outer atmosphere to the dark and stormy land of the stone people. Here I met with my Kuya, and received four more sacred stones. I ventured further until I reached the forest-that-never-was and the plant kingdom, further one the land of the animals and totem powers. I reached the land of our ancestors and spoke with the Whale and Orca, and just when I thought I could go no higher, I reached a place of infinity. That golden place where dreams are formed, a crystalline and etherical land of light and rainbows and love. Here I was greeted by my celestial mother and father, the archangels who birthed my soul into being. I spoke to our children, the children of our future, my future. All was quiet and peaceful when I landed at the fires edge, floating back down from The Dreaming. On top of that mountain, at the fires edge, I met an Altomesayoc. A keeper of the high plains, a keeper of secrets. In that solitude I was told a great and powerful secret, and I gave my word that I would keep this secret until the time was right to share it, and to keep it still. In sharing this secret with me, I was joined to the lineage of the Altomesayoc, the lineage of Wisdomkeepers. I stepped into my Shamanhood on this journey, sharing with others my wisdom. My head held high, I spoke my truth, holding sacred space for others, stepping outside of time into infinity, to bring back grace. My new kuya contain powerful yet illusive medicines; mastery of time, keeper of secrets, invisibility, and my new kuya, from the foothills of Machu Picchu, the lineage of the first people. As I went back down the mountain, my Mesa full and pulsing, hummingbirds fluttering and buzzing around, I unhooked myself from my place of origin in this life. At the edge of the mountain ridge, I hear a familiar cry, I look up at the sight of a circling eagle.
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