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What is the purpose of a 'Shaman'? Both in the historical context and the modern context? Most definitions Ive looked at have said something like "witch-doctor, inter-medial messenger with the spirit world, retrieves lost souls, control weather, foresee the future, healer " Can anyone be a Shaman? Do you consider yourself a Shaman? To what extent and why? What role did the Shaman play for the tribe? What role does it offer the greater community today? What responsibilities does the title 'Shaman' hold?

An optimist would say the future is uncertain. We have no control over the future. We cant change the past. We can make a difference now in every little thing we do.

^^^ <<<Living inside a hippy's dreams of reality. I wish he'd wake up I've got shift to do!

^^^ Dead don't feel!

^^^^ Too right! Be your own Shaman! Learn how to listen to your-self!

It is my perception that the "little death" would pertain to the death of the "Little will" or ego of a person and the submission to the "Greater will" of God.

^^^ Love it!

<<<*sigh* Ok, firstly I hate mornings, the fact I'm awake this early has a lot to do with the fact "they" have been goading my mind to tell a "nice" story for days now. So here goes; Its about those freaky times when an individuals life has been "saved by an unseen Angel". Yawn worthy stuff to many regardless of what time it is, however many seem to like these types of stories for the sense of hope they give. Guys normally look at me with suspended disbelief like I'm trying to chat up all the girls in the room, while the girls go "ahhh!" Every word in these stories are true accounts from my life. "They" have "intervened" in my life on a number of occasions without any need for prayer or requests from "God" or the "heavenly host" or whatever you choose to believe or dis-believe. It makes little difference to me, I wont argue semantics with anyone about it. Here are two of the "nicer" accounts that have occurred: Late one night, I was traveling home from my mothers in Mt Gravatt in Brisbane, heading North on the Gateway motorway travelling at 100 km/h in my Hyundai on an empty Motorway. I had ended up in the right hand lane to overtake a car but hadn't seen a car for a while, and just kept going in that lane. All of a sudden, I had the feeling I was in the "wrong lane" The words; "You should change lanes" entered my head. I saw no real reason for this, the road was empty! I conceded with myself the "keep left unless overtaking" rule and duly changed into the left lane. Only a moment or two had passed when in the blackness ahead on a gentle curve I saw on the left hand side the lights of a stationary semi-trailer suddenly switched on! FUCK! It was only meters ahead on me! Had I made the wrong choice? My brain scrambled to comprehend what was about to happen. The semi-trailer that had just switched its trailer lights on was parked on the left hand road shoulder, much to my relief! As I began to pass it, I then saw that in the right hand lane another semi-trailer had jack knifed in the right had lane. No lights, no warning, and certainly no chance of me even considering ANY evasive action. So stunned by this I kept driving, missing my exit and continuing over the Gateway bridge toll booth (they had people in them back then) Shaking I mentioned to the person in the booth the cut down version of this story, "THERE'S A TRUCK JACK KNIFED ON THE MOTORWAY!!" It took me a little while to work out how to exit and return Southbound, but by the time I had, the toll booth attendant on the return was telling me about the truck. "Yeah! I know!" I smiled still in disbelief how close I came to a fatality. The next story was only @ 5 years ago. I had taken a new twist in life and was studying at a Tafe on the other side of the city. Between the hour long journey each way and the mental cramming for assignments and trying to supplement my income I had been burning the candle at both ends. I was on the way home one warm Brisbane afternoon driving in the middle lane of busy city traffic when I began to nod-off. My right hand dropped with the wheel as my eyes closed momentarily and head began to sink. All of a sudden I felt my right hand "pushed" up again! I snapped back awake with adrenalin racing realising I was driving a car in the middle lane of three packed lanes of city traffic that would of ripped my little plastic car to pieces if I had of swerved any further! Angels have all ways surrounded me. Possibly more so to protect everyone else from a menace like me! Have you ever felt "saved by an Angel"?

I am the truth, incarnate. Here for all to hear! You can choose deceptive views, and be sure I wont interfere. Should you wish to consider, a banquet for your soul, knock and start me talking, but first fill with green my bowl! <<< I'm pretty sure even the Spanish Inquisition wouldn't have expected that many twists of words!

The human body, regardless of skin colour is an amazing thing. Unfortunately (or fortunately if we consider the fullness of time and what will eventuate as a reaction to evolutionary circumstances) WE have been plagued by parasitic programming which has undermined our conscious perceptions of reality. Some people need the help of 'Spirit molecules' to shake off separative programing from the Divine truth, some people have so much damage they choose to never see the Divine truth, others have avoided most of the programming and naturally gravitate to what FEELS right. (hint! hint! ) Letting go of pain can be hard when it seems to be the thing that defines you. But time and time again 'I' have taken that heart wrenching dive into the unknown (and I know there is more to come), yet invisible wings, hands and voices guide my way with a big golden smile in my mind. The human body is an amazing thing. ...or was that dogs I was talking about? I get 'words' confused sometimes...

You Smurfs are all blue to me.

If people still had their natural 'child-like' curiosity in the world around them, and their emotions (how they feel about the world around them) were un-adult-erated (curious twists of words) so they found joy within themselves at the world around them, would they seek "to get out of it"(ie life) with any form of drug? Perhaps there should be more focus on emotional awareness and development in everyone? (Says the monkey hanging from the rafters screaming E! E ! Eeeee! EMotional gardening! WHeres the 10,000 hits of interest?!)

Bloody oath! The cat didn't pay for it so he can eat that river rat that's been hiding in my roof. How many times have I broken your expectations so far?

hmm.. never really been into "introducing myself".. How can one show proof to be what one is? Only actions proove what one is it seems. I'm sure a re-putation is a golfing term since every one gets a second swing. It seems the apes on this planet are in more need for a monkey with a tale than they are aware of, or this one would like. I used to fly away on a cloud from everything with my magic green stick in hand, but I seem to have caused more damage in the lives of others(and myself) than they will ever know or I can accept, simply by refusing to share words. Now I'm trapped under the mountain of words in my head to "learn patience" it seems. Buddha! Let me out! I don't like it! I've barely scratched the surface of the stories I have to tell, and most of them are sad and confronting If I must wait 500 years than I shall fill this thread with things I like in the mean time. I hope to break all of your expectations as often as possible.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTxPlUnDQ1U

^^^ I told you, I hate talking! Too many words! I prefer emotive sounds and gestures, I can get my point/stories across much quicker and more succinctly! I need more emoticons!

Thanks Cheshire. <<<*shakes head with smile at self for thrice deleted reply attempting to describe my life journey* ha! Words! Ive always said to my Dream weaver "I hate talking!" When she first met me she was lucky to get more than a few guttural grunts out of me, but she opened my emotions up a lot, and now she just smirks whenever I say that as I flood the world around me with words! Every thread I open beckons me to write 3 more, there are now so many I am confused as to where to start. The 'mental health' facade? I have lots of experience here unlike the intellectualised pill proscribing so called professionals. This really 'gets my goat' so to speak (so as not to use bad words!). How to live a balanced life? I have a nice simple story on this. How to enjoy a lasting relationship? Had a funny example only yesterday. More emotion plants? Ive got a few of these, the next one Ive planned is 'forgiveness' but I would also like to cover anger and a few others. I certainly like writing, Ive all ways had a 'talent' for it as they say, I just find it fun. Writing on a forum, indeed even using the internet, computers, and these nifty new phones is a relatively new part of my life! (Believe it or not.) It baffles me that 'honesty' is such a rare thing! Why lie? You all ways give yourself away when you do, and suffer then consequences sooner or latter. Try lying to a dog! Or a child! (Or a Clair-sentient!) You might confuse them for a bit but they know when someones real. Consequently Im forever getting animals, children and often women subconsciously drawn to me without them knowing why. Some men, but not as much though, I presume this is because they actively try to disable their 'how they feel about the world around them' emotional/sacral energy. I will keep sharing my words both here and anywhere else people will give me their time to listen. I plan to start volunteering at life line and get sponsorship for a professional counselor course. Ive been living (hiding) inside myself so long I never realized how wide spread the problem of people dis-engaging their emotions is. Thats the key! Most of the problems in the world can be sorted out if people just react to them! Emotional understanding is needed, and very few people will grasp the nettle of this (even here IMO). I aim to write a book of emotional plants to assist in awareness for everyone. I will post them here because understanding needs to get out quickly to avoid compounding the damage already done. Hopefully, God willing, no parasitic A-hole rips me off before I get to the publisher. I'd all ways been given the perception that 'raising hell' meant causing trouble/anarchy, but I now see this is wrong. To me it means even Satan can find forgiveness in Gods love if he chooses to reconnect with his emotions, there by lifting hell into the realm of heaven. I will be a gentle soul, but a parent or a 'Shaman' or even a God that try's to be every child's best friend isn't doing them any favours in their conscious development. That's why the Shaman was all way the highly respected outcast IMO. Too many pouty faces, even though they knew he was right.

Apathy is killing the world but then again who cares? I was going to write a thread on apathy seeds for your emotional garden but why bother? Its your garden do what ever, I don't care! ....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... nt! O - K! if I have to! Someone collected these apathy seeds from their crop for me. They acted like they were really cool. Genetically Modified corn I think. They haven't sprouted yet though. Apparently they pretty much grow themselves...and you can get heaps of money if instead of supplying food to our growing population, you sell it for 'ethanol' so apathetic people can burn it by impressing no one with their hooning and endangerment of every ones lives. It destroys all hope for our kids future, but with the money I will make off it, my kid will be fine! (The false Angels told me so!) Beside.. they say kids are the future! Some one, some when, will work out a solution to solve the problems. Maybe if they increase the blend from 10% to 20%?!? That will give them money to eat! I've cleared all the other emotion plants of any value out of my garden. Actually I just stopped tending it till they all died. Then I razed everything left to the ground and planted my apathy seeds with 'the-fire, and-germ'. Some one said it was 'de-fiant, an-ger' but what would they know! Ive killed everything on site with emotion-cides like alcohol to maximise the apathy growth, but as I said nothing sprouted yet. I haven't bothered watering it yet. It looks like it might rain. Went down to the pub and burned some rubber in the mean time.. I'd tell you about that story but I cant be bothered.. I'm too cool.. G I'm glad I don't have any children! But that's...... make....whatever....!

Silly man! Nothing is obvious! Neither good nor bad just 'I am'! People perceive good and bad as a result of their own personal emotional reflections. There is no "weak link to the story" It is what it is, a story from my life. Yes I was tired in the second account, but in the first account there was no driver error involved. I was traveling at the speed limit, I was awake and aware. The truck had jack-knifed only moments before, losing it's lights in the process. The other truck that had pulled over to assist the first truck had only just arrived and was turning on its lights to indicate a hazard as I approached it. Coming around a curve no one would have seen it. There was no "hooning" involved. Did I mention I drive a Hyundai Accent? A near death experience when some one "hoon's" dosn't equate to being saved by an Angel in my book, more like pushing your luck! The "something" that happened, on the other hand, perhaps that was an Angel telling you to be more considerate of the danger you posed to others. Angels never ever desert anyone! They stand back and allow you free will to believe any B/S you like! If you want their help you have to ask! The only time they are permitted to interfere is if some one is likely to die before their purpose is achieved. I do believe there is certainly a lack of common sense in anyone that thinks Angels will pull them out of danger if they risk their life and every other road users life by hooning. For many people their only purpose in life is to serve as an example of how not to be! The Angels will step aside and allow those people to meet their end. Regret plants are more useful than apathy seeds.. (Is that another segway Mikey? O I do believe so! I better get to it!) BTW everyone mistakes me for a "kid"! Very flattering but in truth I'm much older than I appear...

Dear God, Are you sure your not a Vogan ordered to throw me into the void of space? Shouting, "Resistance is useless!" Yes, yes.. all things to all people I get that.. Thanks for the seeds of thought, and the understanding. Couldn't you just write it down on a bit of paper and hand it to me or something Omnipotent one? It really is confusing with all your 'mysterious ways'. But I get the point. "Tread carefully on those colourful souls", be careful with the sword, and be (a) gentle-man. Thanks for all the good you allow me to do. I am sorry for the bad stuff. Mainly due to me dragging my feet for so long. I will help them, 'for as long as it is your will'. The blood of Jesus protects me. Keep the metaphysical fridge stacked and stoke the bong for when I return to 9D, we'll have some laugh's together when I return.. Your faithful servant, Michael. (and all the people go.. )

Most of the gardens I service seem to contain "Regret plants". They more often than not survive despite total neglect, and will last a long time even with no grounds for their bases. People can forget about them and they still fill space giving them some thing to feel. I waited too long to deal with my regret plants. To get rid of them a concentrated effort is needed. Otherwise they will grown new heads. (Ignore them for long enough and you will feel them) This isn't all ways bad, better to feel regret, than apathy. But that's a different plant/story all together...

Regret plants. I know! I said I’d talk about the laughing plants! But there are so may important lessons that must be learned in order to navigate the emotional garden safely. Regret plants are difficult to approach, a bit like a garden bed full of spiny Yucca’s! Lots of little points of information can cause sharp stabbing sensations in your gut, mouth, and eye! This can lead to serious blindness, sharp words and wretched pain. The longer the points have caused damage the more chance a wound can form. The best way to approach a garden bed of Regret plants is to take one GOOD straight TRUTH, then use it to push the points to one side. From there you can lop it off at the base. It may regrow from the root matter if it is well rooted. The best way to deal with the problem is to keep cutting it back every time it pops it growing tip. Eventually you will exhaust this parasitic though form.. I mean the regret plant… Whatever works for you crazy kids! This is my story.. Make of it what you like..

Happiness is good, but sometimes sadness can help to appreciate certain things like the joy of spending time with loved ones, every individuals right to say "No!" , and the emotional fallout of ignoring an individuals rights. I will tell you another story, but this one is filled with heart-break and pain with no real resolution. All sensitives may wish to asses their emotional well being before reading any further. It is the story of my little sister. She was quite little, even smaller than me and I was amongst the smallest in my grade. We kept close till our family broke apart. Seemingly the only two people in the world that understood there was something wrong with everyone. They seemed mentally blind. Anyway..we were split up and united a number of times. Prior to her 18th Birthday she had been offered some trip named "Black tiles" (not that I expect the name would mean anything), but. Three individuals offered her this and she said "NO!". The individuals acquired the black tiles and on her Birthday each person individually spiked a drink for her. I was completely unaware what they had done. We went out with our family and had a meal, I parted ways. The next thing I hear the aftermath of her passing out and in her words "Dying" She saw herself from outside her body. She continued to act strange for weeks after that as I'm sure people here can understand, but I had no understanding of what was happening to her. So of course she ended up in the psych ward. Over the years amongst various dramas she met some one in the system.. To cut a long story short, she went through a long abusive relationship including being punched in the face, dragged around by her hair and being forced at needle point to take meth to say the least. She is currently waiting a hearing for stabbing him multiple times. She is still deluded in thinking she loves him He wants nothing to do with her. The lesson in all this? There are many, but mostly, No means NO!

I believe what you say about people being attracted to those that can help Chrissy. There is a young girl in my neighborhood that was sexually abused by her father at a very young age. When the family first moved in, even though I had never spoken to any of them, I sensed something wrong due to a small detail. A colourbond fence was erected at the front of the house to conceal the housing commission units @4m2 yard for 'privacy' which was already partially concealed by a wooden stucture. Why would a poor person go to so much cost and effort to conceal 4m2 of 'yard'? I've never seen anyone else do that. The 30 something year old woman next door to me would frequently go over there on weekends for drinking sessions with them. It took years for the sexual abuse to be 'discovered'. This poor girl had and has been trying to reach out to me for years, in lots of strange ways. I could write a thread on those stories alone. All in all I was told firstly, no ignore her, but the feeling of damage that needed healing remained. Despite the dubious looks I received from anyone I told. She asked me what a certain sexual term meant one day, I freaked a bit and said she should ask her mother. Then foolishly thinking I was doing the right thing told her mother about the comment, who obviously just went into anxiety overdrive and banned her from comming anywhere near me.I mentioned to my neighbor my concern for this girl who looked at me like I was trying to find a way to.. *grits teeth (forgive Michael forgive..) holding back bad word* 'harm' the little girl further.. She keeps trying to reach out to me despite the ban and despite me staying well clear of her attempts to talk to me due to the feeling that the mother and my neighbor seem to look at me like a potential predator. EVERYONE I talk to about this tells me I should stay clear of this poor girl. I failed to heal her, and feel she may never be able to trust anyone else enough to allow that healing, and I fear she is progressing down a slippery slope towards further forms of abuse IMO. It is a horrible role to be a healer. I feel a failure (again and again). I am constantly surprised that my heart doesn't just explode in my chest with all the pain it feels of the children in this world(I include adults who in the emotional sense act like children in this term, it helps me resist the urge to make them implode with my words) . More and more I wish my heart would explode. Maybe then it can rest.

O! Glad you clarified that for me before I started using it in conversation! Still, wouldn't be the first time I used a term I misunderstood..I'm forever making my Dreamweaver laugh at my accidental or just plain ignorant mis-use of words! Then again, telling me a meaning is no guarantee I wont mis-use it... When I go to the bakery to buy bread I still keep saying "the loaf with sesame seeds on it" when I actually mean "the loaf with poppy seeds" I tend to be in more amazement that people get anything out of the things I say, than the people that are amazed at things I say! Perhaps this is simply because they think I'm saying some sort of clever joke. Ha ha ha! No! I'm just a fool! Communicating with words is a bit more like a game of scrabble to me. I never know exactly what words will come out of my own mouth. I can communicate much quicker, clearer and more succinctly with emotive sounds and gestures! Maybe I really did cause myself long term brain damage with all those head injuries and alcohol induced blackouts..I'm amazed I'm still alive! Some good stories there, well worth a thread sometime in the future.. Question: If an orgasm is all it takes to dissolve the boundaries of the self, which I presume would lead to selfless acts of love towards all others, does this mean for all the sex everyone is having very few actually achieve an orgasm? Or dose it need to be some sort of super orgasm? Or am I presuming too much?

There have only ever been two people I have allowed to really know me. One is my little sister, and the other is my dream weaver. Upon describing and reading out loud this blog/thread to my little sister over the phone she immediatly went into protective mode over me exclaiming; "I don't want you getting involved in any cults!..." By that stage I had finished reading the first few lines; "Shamans would have been the priests of the day i guess... just no fiddling of kiddies and more consuming mushrooms. I wouldnt agree that anyone can be a shaman. One would probably need analytically skills, empathy skills, a bit of crazy, a bit of logic, an interest in the new and unknown, not been afraid by the unknown." By that stage her expression had changed to: "That's YOU!!" The term "Shaman" seems to have become popular to some degree, something people want to become. To that extent I feel it fails to be a suitable word to describe myself. "Wordsmith" I like that. No room for pretense there. "Little death" I like that term. That should save me some words somewhere along the line. "power to heal and guide others on the path of the spirit, perhaps somewhat less relegated in todays modern world but no less important. you could say this in many ways is and can be achieved without plants / substances threw genuine friendship, music, art etc all paths lead to rome and the semantics matter little in this regard " I heartily agree. I agree. Let me know if you find one of the real ones, I seem to keep finding key's they've dropped, I wanted to return them. "a larrikin and a half who said he loved to make people smile/laugh even if they were laughing at him - to me that is a perfect example of a form of shamanism seeking to bring light/heal others through humor at the expense of ones self ( at times ) " Certainly this would apply to me, the only time I feel truly happy is when Ive made others laugh, and yet a hide myself away from everyone and refuse to accept credit for doing anything good. Dreamweaver with all of her logic fails to discern much of my reasoning, but when I stated "I don't want to help anyone in case they think I helped them" she had to repeat that statement and just sat shaking her head in confusion for a few moments. What I wanted to be never really occurred to me. It started with tears and voice in my head I tried to label as "ego" or "self-preservation" but has it all ways been much much more than that. I Didn't see any point in faking anything (to myself or those I extended any form of trust) as lies seemed harmful and mean, and faking anything by extension seemed callous. I just wanted to understand what was so wrong with everyone who seemed so blind deaf and and dumb despite what they said and did, or maybe more so because of that. I'm unsure of what I am becoming, let alone if I truly want be it. Ive spent my entire life running from that and 'the voice'. But how does one hide from oneself? Especially when hidden helpers seem to overcome every resistance to live. "Confidence" Ha! That seems to be one of my main toys, but I keep it in locked up in my chest with neither the heart nor the will to use it.. except on those times when wild fires of emotions rip through me about something that seems important at the time. I'm never quiet sure if I have achieved more helping or harming. So I always put that toy away in my chest so as not to trip over it. I understand what the matrix is that binds people in cages. Like I said I keep finding these keys..so I let myself out.. but no one seems to hear me when I offer them keys so they can let themselves out. Which is why I thought I should return them to a real shaman. Sounds ghastly! Except for the guy with the weird hat. I like weird hats. I agree. We do, and yet so few have time for navigating the "how" to "be their own navigator." More often than not, a friend or loved one or sometimes even a stranger sparing some time to consciously listen to someone who feels 'down' is all that's needed. It's all just a blur to me. I'm forever misunderstanding almost everything anyone says to me in the physical world let alone understanding meta-physical! I have a heavy reading list as it is, and piles of dishes and laundry and a backlog of gardening jobs all of which I mysteriously felt paralyzed to do today but I was able to write this and do nothing else.. WTF's with that? Sounds complicated. Perhaps I shall just leave the keys by the door if anyone wants them. All we need to do is have more love for the Earth mother than we have for ourselves.. But how many put the Earth mother and the planets future generations before their own desire to breed? Worms are purely givers that stop breeding when resources are low. Humans seem to be mostly takers that see breeding "the next generation as the hope for the future" regardless of how much resources are available or the consequences that those children will have to endure because of this short sighted thinking. But that's another story...