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  • I close my eyes, relax my body, soften my face. I drift into resonance with the drumming and rattling and I float into Dreamtime. My indigenous guide is sitting in the Sun Cave around Fire waiting for me. I ask him about Mother Earth and her changing faces. He shows me Fire of Volcano, Earth shifting and quaking, Air forming tornadoes and hurricanes, Water running freely in flooding and tsunamis, all four of the elements being involved in cleansing of Earth.

    I ask what will be next. My guide points to World Tree growing from Underworld below Sun Cave and through the top opening of Sun Cave. He sweeps his arms over the vista of Stars in Father Sky and path to Black Sun in the center of Milky Way, from which we come and to which we return.
    Through the opening in Sun Cave ceiling, perfect six pointed liquid crystal snowflakes begin falling from Father Sky, sparkling against the background of Stars. Then we dance around Fire and drum our vibrations throughout Dreamtime.

    We fly to the top of Mountain, where an ancient temple settles among Jungle, with maps encoded within its stones and structure, of the four and three directions. He spins the vision of Center of Space/Time, and hidden energy of Indra's Web, connecting Great Tao and Mystery of Oneness.
    Returning to Sun Cave, we find Elder Wise Woman and Elder Wise Man waiting. We form a circle of Love around Fire, dancing, drumming, singing our song of Uni-Verse.

    Then, the lessons of the Elements begin through visual, auditory and visceral sensations as we journey through Sky and Earth and Stars.

    Exploring Wind,
    Reaching everywhere, everything,
    Fierce, gentle, cleansing.
    No discrimination, no judgment,
    Affecting Mother Earth and her formations.
    Wind is within us and all creatures
    As breath and space.
    We form wind by our movements,
    Dancing, singing, drumming
    Ripples into Uni-Verse and the movement
    Clears stagnation. Wind dance,
    Air is primal, under Aether,
    Sur-rounding other elements.

    Sun Light and its energy
    Forming our personal Ray of Light.
    Transmutes like Snake,
    Rebirths Phoenix.
    Out of control or within boundaries,
    Used for Life or for evil, where fear lurks
    Hidden in Shadows away from Light.
    Candles, cooking, cleansing.
    Fire changes, an alchemy of transmuted elements.
    Shape shifting within a 'contained' space.
    Pele, Goddess of Volcano, forms Obsidian,
    Buries old civilizations, brings new growth
    Flowing in channels, underground and above, cleansing.

    Flowing like a song, kissed with Life and Love,
    Mississippi flowing from head to New Orleans foot,
    Meandering, spreading where it chooses,
    Icebergs melting and Ocean rising.
    Blood and sap flowing through veins of Life.
    Hawaii, Waiamea Falls, streaming down Mountain.
    Water tornadoes, whirlpools, hail and steam.

    Pele feverishly boiling from the bowels of Earth,
    Erupting into Air holding her beloved Hawaii safely
    As Ocean rises.

    Your mother doesn't work here,
    Clean up after yourself.
    Walking across Desert with Mountains around me,
    Through Forests and Jungles,
    Down inside a cave with running Water, lava tubes.
    Coal mine shafts,
    Mountain tops blown off,
    Garbage in Ocean and on land.
    Polluted Air and Streams and Soil.
    Shifting from care taker to Care Giver,
    Spreading the 'Word', vibration.
    Factories, Farms and Families,
    Gardens and Forests, Streams and Rivers of great beauty,
    Energy Rocks Beings and Living Soil.

    Silence, blackness dotted with Stars,
    Indra throws her net out and weaves the Uni-Verse together
    And the net becomes an invisible resonance of Love.
    Scene moves to macro, micro, blackness again,
    Vibration beyond human ears,
    An incomprehensible feeling of vastness,
    Warm feelings of Peace,
    Visceral sensations.
    I return to Sun Cave, thank my Guides,
    Two Feathers, Lin and Ruby Rose
    And slowly return to 'reality'.

    There are no words during my Shamanic Journeying except my original intent that I say in my mind, as I begin and I must find the words when I return to this time/space of Middle Earth, by re-creating, re-membering, and translating the experience to words and recording them.

    These are notes I wrote after a shamanic journey I experienced about a year and a half ago and I have polished them up a bit as they were fragments and run together sentences, that tumbled out of me after the journey, while I was still in an altered state. Occasionally, I will do a colored pencil drawing on black paper afterwards, but I didn't do one after this journey.

    As I was refining it and wondering if it should be complete sentences rather than a prosey, poem-ish kind of thing, I became aware that Air was sending the smell of burning Earth carrots, because Fire had boiled Water dry on the stove. It was an Aetheric wake up moment. I must remember to not cook while I am playing in my 'serious', Sirius creative sandbox in the stars.

    Acrylic painting is called 'Phoenix Rising' and is on a 12" convex canvas.
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