And maybe animals too? We pride ourselves on having a future awareness of our deaths that animals do not have. But maybe much of that is fear. Animals are not distanced from their instincts like we often are, and I don't think the instincts view death as an extinction. Animals know who they are, they know how to live according to their different natures. We humans do not, we are the new-born ones.
Friday, 27 November 2020
LIFE AND DEATH: A FAIRY PERSPECTIVE
And maybe animals too? We pride ourselves on having a future awareness of our deaths that animals do not have. But maybe much of that is fear. Animals are not distanced from their instincts like we often are, and I don't think the instincts view death as an extinction. Animals know who they are, they know how to live according to their different natures. We humans do not, we are the new-born ones.
Sunday, 22 November 2020
CEREMONY by Leslie Marmon Silko
I think this book is kind of required reading, if you are the type who reads. Silko wrote the book in the 1970s when she was in her twenties, and it is visceral, something bigger than her demanded it be written (IMO :) ) It is her only major novel, as if this is what she was, precociously, born to say.
Silko is part Native American, but was excluded from the traditional ceremonies as a youth because she was not pure blood. Her main character Tayo also has mixed heritage, and is subject to similar prejudice. And he has been traumatised by WWII. The story of the book is of his healing. A traditional medicine man who sticks just to the old ways cannot help him. A medicine man who understands the spirit of the white man, who sees him as subject to a kind of witchery that means he sees the world as only objects, devoid of life, is able to help him. Help free him of that psychological colonising influence that is nowadays a major theme of healing amongst indigenous people worldwide.
Saturday, 21 November 2020
FAERY
The Fairies want to be known by us, and to be in good relationship with us - and that includes humour and revelry as well as respect and gifts. That relationship keeps them alive and it keeps us alive. They don't want to be public in the modern celebrity sense. It is good to get to know the places near you where they hang out. I live on Dartmoor, so there is an abundance of places.
To encounter them you need to see with your heart. You may catch glimpses out of the corner of your eye, or you may just feel them, or you may see faces in trees and rocks. You may see them with your inner eye or in dreams. Some people paint and draw them.
And if you are into this thing we call Shamanism, then your local nature beings, which I am calling fairy, want to know you, in a sense they have claimed you and the more you recognise that, the more they will help you know who you are and to live in balance.
They do relationship differently to us – for them it is a dance, and when the dance is over, they bow graciously and move on in delight. This idea that you have to be with just this one person for the rest of your life, and if the dance ends it has ‘failed’ – well, that flies in the face of nature and its flow and mystery, it is a crazy human thing. Relationship is carried lightly, and is more profound for that.
If you have horses, you may find plaits decorating their manes, woven in seconds by nimble fingers that delight in riding them too.
I've had the fairies on my case all my life, without knowing it much of the time. My Mum used to hang out with the Little People as a child in the west of Ireland. I was named after Fionnbharr the king of the fairies at Knockmaa, near where she lived. But she did not know this (my English muggle Dad chose my name), and nor did I know it when I called my son the other half of that name, Finn. And then when I lived in Glastonbury, they sent Fenny Castle my way, an old fort known locally as the last refuge of the fairies.
Friday, 6 November 2020
LOCKDOWN BLUES OR LOCKDOWN DREAMTIME?
And so that is what the government has just done. Put us back in that place. But we have been there a long time now, and I think it is time to begin dreaming the future. Who we may be and what we may do. I don't think it is time to begin doing the new yet. But it is time to begin dreaming it. To begin Vision Questing.
Tuesday, 3 November 2020
WITCH BURNINGS: THE HISTORICAL RECORD
Yesterday I began an online course with Sharon Blackie, a story-teller who wrote 'If Women Rose Rooted'. The course is called 'Someday Your Witch Will Come'. I am one of 2 men amongst 200 participants. Come on guys!
Sharon distinguishes between the historical witch, and what they have become in the modern imagination, a woman who is part of the natural world, and with the power that comes with that. Exactly how I describe the foundations of Shamanism. (And the real meaning of 'core shamanism' IMO.)
A 'witch' always had negative connotations. It described someone who was malevolent. The church was behind the persecution, and their real motive was to root out heresy. But it was the local community - women as well as men - that accused people of witchcraft, ie acts intended to harm others. The accused were usually people who were outsiders in some ways, a bit odd or difficult, or kept themselves to themselves. The women who performed the work we now associate with witches - midwives, herbalists etc - were valued members of the community, and unlikely therefore to be accused of witchcraft. So it all seems a bit topsy-turvy compared to how we are used to thinking of it.
Sunday, 1 November 2020
SHAMANIC ILLNESS and the FIXIT MEN
It occurred to me as I sat in my local cafe 2 days ago (my lockdown way of being around actual people for a while) that a lot of these soul ailments you get nowadays - chronic fatigue, auto-immune stuff, irritable bowel, fibromyalgia - involve unlived passion. I can't prove it. But it immediately rang true for the first person I mentioned it to. And it has been true for myself, suffering chronic fatigue from 1992 onwards, and getting well as I listened to something in myself, and lived it, that I had overlooked for years in the interests of 'fitting in'.
And I think that talking in terms of a creative passion, or a daemon, is our way of describing what in an indigenous society would be looked at as the Spirits having come calling and made you an offer you can't refuse. The Shamanic Illness. Our culture sees the individual as separate, on an heroic journey unique to themselves. For an indigenous person, the self is relational, you do not have an identity separate from your relationships with those around you and with those who came before you and indeed the whole natural world. This view of the self is closer to how things are. Our modern atomised individual, with their whole string of 'rights' just compounding the illusion.
And so what is it that we become if we live this passion? Particularly if it takes us in the direction of directly helping people? This is that knotty question of are we shamans? And here is an interesting take on it, which I got the other day off Lewis Mehl Madrona, whose online course on Two -Eyed seeing I am currently attending. He said a bunch of Lakota in North Dakota who do this sort of work were recently talking about what they should call themselves. 'Healer' was presumptuous, Medicine Man was like something out of a spaghetti western. So they settled in the end on 'Fix-it men'. I thought I can go with that. I can be a Fix-it man. Maybe this blog should be called The Global Fix-it Person 😂But seriously, I have a wave of nice feeling wash over me at anything that makes me the same as everyone else, that dissolves my ego and keeps my feet firmly on the ground.