I discovered shamanism in 2003, via Stan Grof’s, The Stormy Search For the Self, given to me by my Jungian analyst. Once I read it I knew immediately that I was in the wrong boat for I had to be a healer Imagine what I was- a psychiatric patient, trapezing between the highs and lows of bipolar!
Wonder how complex the road was, and yet for someone as determined as I was, to fall down infinitely and get up every time- in a slow, laboured process, in sheer loneliness and hostility that was radiated by the world around from then onward (abetting only when I chose to leave the world as I knew it), I sometimes wonder what keeps me egging and I knew it is the kind spirit of the healer that hides within and which I encounter in scores of people when I meet them- all those who want to heal the world and heal themselves somewhere along the way, save mother earth from the damage done by greed, by human indecency and caprice. It touches me, in gentle waves that reach across space and time, across scholarship from around the world, in books, paintings and music and whatnot.
Meeting a real shaman was a great ‘homecoming’ of sorts. Like a spirit guide that I wanted to meet and waited for a long time. The best guidance comes from the universe and once we learn to recognize those universal symbols embodied in people, we can appreciate the beauty in the people that we encounter in our lives. I have to thank my analyst for helping me build that capacity over years of work with me of a very unusual nature, in which our meetings would never exceed three in a year, and some years went by not meeting one another at all!
A good person can leave life long memories, even if they cannot walk with you all along the way. Whatever path you have walked with them, enriches your perspective and awakens a goodness within which only knows gratitude and concern for the world around. If meeting with my analyst was one such experience, then meeting this native American shaman was an identical feeling, and I am grateful for this opportunity.
Meanwhile knowing my own healing spirit and nature, I continue honing my abilities to heal others, by meeting them in therapy encounters of various sorts. It is a learning of a new dimension, which continues every moment of being alive. The purpose of writing this post was twofold- to share in brief the personal meaning of a shaman for me and then to share the following article- so beautiful that I have to preserve it here on this blog.