Showing posts with label shaman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shaman. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Shamanism (real)

Week 37



Shamanism

Oh this one has been brewing since I started this blog in the new year.  But now I have come to write it, I have to think about what it is that I want to convey.... without ranting and foaming at the mouth. I think I will fail but hey, welcome to the SOAPBOX blog lol

IRAB

You don't decide to become a shaman. It's as simple and clear as that. Sure, you can do shamanic drumming and all the workshops you can find but that will NOT make you a shaman.  Just like having a vagina doesn't make you a gynecologist.  A shaman is chosen, you do not chose to be one. It is said that if you deny this, you become ill until you either accept that is your duty, or die. It is also said that shamans have a near death experience before being able to do the job. Where does it say this, I hear you ask?  I'm glad you asked!  Somewhere in the big fat book called 'Shamans through time, 500 years on the path to knowledge' by Jeremy Narby and Francis Huxley.  If you're going to read any book on shamanism, read this book.  It doesn't tell you how to be a shaman, no, not in the slightest, instead it gives you a world wide insight of 500 years of study from observers from all disciplines.  That's the early missionaries who thought it was devil worship, to anthropologists, botanists, ethnographers and psychologists, all their written reports, published in one volume. Writings from Claude Levi-Strauss, Black Elk, Franz Boas and Carlos Casteneda and many many others give you a decent, cross sectioned view of the study of shamanism throughout the world.

A few years ago, I was publicly crucified on a pagan forum for saying I was told I was a shaman.
25 posts per page, at least 15 pages of hate and derision thrown at me, for what... I hadn't made any claims or boasts, it was part of an honest discussion about what path I was on and I had said I didn't know what this meant but I was working it out as I went.  This is why I've have advised in my blogs, many times over, to be wary of what you share because people, even those friendly faces on those forums, will shoot you down.  Their main battle cry is that you cannot call yourself a shaman unless you are from a Tungus speaking tribe of people in Eastern Siberia, where the name originates from. Like many words, the original meaning has changed over the centuries.  Whilst a shaman is called many things in many cultures throughout the world, they all embody the same ideal. So that argument people throw at you, falls flat on it's face... and I thought they were scholars hmmmm!

Having read the study from cover to cover, I have come to the conclusion that these main characters appear in every shaman culture studied from Siberia to the Amazon to Austrailia.

  • Altered state induced through a local herb, funghi, vine or 'poison'. Music, often the drum is used to further this altered state. This allows them to walk between the worlds, to connect with spirit and to heal or harm. Dancing and dressing up is also a big factor.
  • There is a great deal of trickery involved in their 'act' of healing. One such theme is a concealed bag of blood being held in their hand and burst when healing their patient, showing that the badness being taken away. Small bones or stones being shown as the badness being removed. People need a show to believe - that is true of most things.  No show, no payment for healing or ceremonial work.  And it was a job, they had to eat, they had to provide a good show to prove they were powerful.  Cunning man, Tricky man (Australia), magicians, jugglers, sorcerers, wizards.. all words used throughout the world and time, to describe a shaman.
  • There is a dark side. "Shamanism affirms life but also spawns violence and death" - Michael Brown (anthropologist).  Power is ambiguous, knowledge collected to be used for healing, can easily be abused and used to harm people.  Indeed, having read Bruce Parry's book 'Tribe', he details how some of the Amazon tribes he spent time with, would shoot psychic arrows at their enemies, which caused harm and sometimes death.  The tribe had ways of dealing with these arrows and those found to be sending them.
  • Work with nature, are seen as wise council and healers. Also feared.
  • Interestingly, there are no shamans in Africa. There's witch doctors but not shamans. You'd think they were the same thing but they aren't, according to the extensive studies in the book.
What's in a word?

So the meaning of what is, transcends the word.  Shaman may have started off as a Siberian word but it encompasses a whole world of people who practice shamanism.  Another interesting observation is that if you say shaman to someone, they pretty much talk about Native Americans.  Siberia is a long way from the Americas.  Why do people relate more to Native American culture than say a tribe of Indians in the Amazon?  Fantasy? Perhaps.... I think it's because it's fashionable.  You only have to talk to people about spirit guides and every single one (and I mean EVERYONE I've ever spoken to about it) have all said they have a 'red Indian' guide.  Hahahahahaaha makes me howl! Not saying they don't but there's a serious lack of imagination going on here.  Or maybe that's all people know and that's what they perceive as the origins of that guide?  Who knows. That said, I must confess I have worked with a Native American spirit guide before but he wasn't and isn't my only guide. 




Thinking more on the different Indian tribes throughout the world, they aren't really that different from each other.  They live off the land, they give thanks for what they take, they don't take more than they need, they care for the land and all have a community of looking after each other.  Like all things, there are good and bad aspects to everything.  Those lovely art pictures of a Native American sitting with a wolf around the fire, holding feathers and crystals are pure fantasy, nothing wrong with that but don't base them on fact.  There were a fair few tribes that were utterly savage!  True of all tribes, in all countries.  Bruce Parry describes how the tribe of Indians he was staying with, warned him of the neighbouring tribe that did all these horrific things.  Tribal wars weren't over who's wolf it was and peace and love.  People are bastards in all walks of life, where ever you go.

Not in a book

You will not find a single book telling you how to be a shaman, sure it might say it on the title but that's the authors version of how to be a shaman.  It's their own path, not yours.  You will find books that give you ways of harnessing certain skills though.  Learning these do not make you a shaman. Learning them helps you obtain a shamanic state of meditation.  Having a drum and hitting it in a rhythmic beat doesn't make you a shaman. It makes you a drumer, someone who enhances the atmosphere.  Not that I'm knocking the power of the drum because it's a powerful tool, but it really gets on my nerves when I see people saying they are a shaman because they've been to a shamanic workshop.  I went to Caitlin Matthews talk on Singing your soul back home at a pagan festival... sitting there and listening does not mean I suddenly achieved all the years of knowledge that Caitlin had obtained.  It's like going to Sunday school and then claiming you're a vicar.... or saying that because you have a Book of Shadows you're a Wiccian or putting on a white robe and calling yourself a druid.  You have to work at these things.  You have to earn the name.  It is an insult to those who have done.  The Universe doesn't work that way.  The fluffy new age shamans already stopped reading this after the first paragraph, so I really don't care if this offends them.

I do not tell people I am a shaman.  I do not need to boast a label to obtain acceptance.  I know what I am, I do not need fuckwits to validate me.  I sought a teacher many times and found none.  I have found many who taught me lessons along the way but ultimately, the path of the shaman is a lonely one and one you must walk along at your own pace.  The Universe has given me knowledge as and when I needed it.  I do things that I have not been consciously taught and when I have discussed this with people who have studied magic etc, it transpires I'm doing things correctly.  It's old knowledge, filtered down through my many lifetimes, that's my honest opinion.  I'm only given what I need to know at that time... and I've had to work it all out for myself.  I am my own teacher.

Just thinking about my search for a teacher. The first person I thought 'yes, he can teach me' was Dylan, a member of the Warband. It was about ten years ago and there was a news story on the Warband site about Dylan and things he'd done. I remember thinking 'yes, I'm going to contact him' as I read on, I started crying halfway through the article. He's dead, I thought... and indeed, he had passed suddenly a few months earlier and his ashes had been scattered at Stonehenge and other places he loved.  That was when I joined the Warband forum.  Years later, I felt brave enough to talk to his girlfriend about this and we had a good chat about it.  I felt so connected to him and he was dead before I even knew about him... saying this out loud, makes me sound like a nutter, which is why I don't divulge this information often.  I am an open book though, I stand by what I write, these are my thoughts and opinions, if you chose not to believe them, fine.

Once, twice, three times...

I have been told by three shamans, that I am one.  I wasn't sure what to believe at the time. None of them were after anything and had nothing to gain by telling me this.  All three, I instinctively trusted. I've had a clairvoyant reading telling me I have been a shaman in every lifetime too, of which there has been many. So I began to think about what shamanism was and tried to find information on it... I found a lot of fluff and nonsense - you know when you open a book and think 'bleh' and put it back down, even though there's no reason to, other than instict. Then I found the 500 years book and I learnt more. There is another book I recommend, Caitlin Matthews - Singing the soul back home.  I haven't finished reading it all yet (I've had it ten years lol) but the theme is self discovery, self love, SELF... the power of song and advice on how complete yourself.  There is more to it than that but as it's gone 5am (yes I did it again!) I cannot think of the rest and my friend has the book, so I can't look it up.  Caitlin is no stranger in our pagan world, her and her husband John are seen as well respected authors.  I was gifted a set of Celtic Shamanism cards by John Matthews and Chesca Potter (illustrated).  I wasn't sure about it at the time but they combine my favourite Celtic mythology stories with ways to explore challenging questions etc.  I don't use them very often, maybe I should.  I would like to add that I didn't seek out these books, they turned up in various ways. 

When I started thinking about my path, I realised that I have nearly died three times. Once as a baby aged two days old; I nearly drowned when I was 17, still can't believe we were saved and in 2002. Some may find no relevance in this but I have.  And that is the point isn't it, it's MY path to walk. It's quite obvious now that my teachers are the people and places around me.  I still don't know what it all means but I understand it more than I did ten years ago.  

Tricksters

Whilst that word has been used historically to describe shamans, it's a word I use today to describe the charlatans 'practicing' shamanism.  By practice, I mean charging lots of money for workshops, most you find are Native American based.  There are shamanic drumming workshops and sweat lodges.. you name it. It's big money and money brings tricksters.  If you want to part ways with lots of money to learn something they read off the internet, more power to you.  Best bet, do your research, go to these workshops from actual shamans. They won't be people with silly names like Ruby SilverEagle either (yes I made it up but I bet there's one out there lol).  Shamanism isn't Native American culture... it transcends these Nations and goes out to every country on Earth, even the Artic.  By all means, embrace the ideals of Native American teachings but know that it is not the All. It is the most commericalised way of life now and more accessible than say Amazonian shamanism. 

Witches v's Shamans

Is there any difference? If people ask me what I 'am' and I don't want to tell them I'm a shaman, I say I'm a witch.  'what a white witch?' NO cos there's no such thing (woooosaaaaaaaaaaah Naomi, wooooooooosaaaaaaa).   It's just easier and I don't have to explain it too much.  But is there a difference?  Depends on the type of witchcraft you're comparing it to really.  Grass roots witchcraft like what Terry Pratchett writes about - yes, definitely.  Wicca man type - no.  Witches walk between worlds, most do spirit work of some description, many are healers, many practice natural medicines, many use 'headology' .... so basically if it's fluffy witchcraft it's so far from what shamanism is, it's polar opposites.

Shamanism isn't pretty work. It's the core being of who you are, helping people, putting others before you, always being there to help. Helping when people haven't asked you to. Healing and helping. Working with spirit, whether you ask or not. You can't switch it on and off either.  You're always on call.  I don't practice shamanism... it's who I am, it is my core, my purpose of being.  

Ask me again in another ten years I may know a bit more.  

Aboriginal shaman

Female shaman 


Mongol Shaman

Queensland Shaman

Siberian Shaman


Friday, 24 January 2014

B is for - Blue Crow

What I'm about to share with you now is very personal. It is about my spiritual path and how I was given the name Blue Crow. I'm a bit wary expressing it as it goes but I think it's time.

Back in the day of forums, we had to invent a user name. Remember those? Lots of well known goddesses and the such were used.  I used to be IckleSlaine after my tattoo of an ickle Slaine McRoth (2000ad geek n proud). This was circa 2002. I then shortened it to Slaine, which I used for a few years.

Ickle Slaine

I went to work for the MOD in 2004 at RAF Henlow and outside my window was the Hunter gate guardian and some chestnut trees that these two crows used to sit in. I always did stare out of windows as a kid and not much has really changed.  I'd just started discovering my spiritual path. I had been down the spiritualist route and was the Secretary of the SNU church in Letchworth GC.  By 2004, I had discovered that what I was had a name and that was 'pagan'.  Everyone had their paths and discussed these at length and of course, people had their 'spirit' names. Usually these had some mystical creature in them and they often assumed a whole new personality (online) to match their character name. Yes, I went there, character name.  It is too easy to get caught up in playgan roleplaying... yes I went there too! Aren't I naughty lol ! I think what I'm saying is that a fair few of these people were full of shit really.  They did it because it was fashionable and because the big kids on the forum did it too and looked cool and knowledgeable. Fair enough, it's easy to get caught up in it all.

The point is, at the time, I didn't really know what path I was on. I had been told by three shamans (proper ones, not like the latest fad of wannabes DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THAT FFS) that I was a shaman. I had no idea what that was, other than the American Indian sort.  I did some research and found an excellent book called Shamans through time - 500 years. It was a big fat book of written accounts by anthropologists, missionaries and that ilk who'd gone into the world to study/explore/convert and had found shamans in near enough every culture. Their accounts vary from Christian bias to those who went to live with the tribe for a month and learn how the shaman works in their community healing the sick etc.  The original term of shaman was used for a tribe in Siberia but it has since become a generic term throughout the world. Not that the know-it-alls on the forum cared, if you weren't from that tribe in Siberia you weren't a shaman and you were a fake. 20 posts per page, 15 pages later... I'm still being flayed for daring to 'come out' as someone who'd been told I was a shaman but didn't know what that meant.  Oh My Gods, it was horrendous.  Nearly a decade has gone by and it still haunts me... and that's why I get wary sharing! Nice way to help someone on their path isn't it? So much for peace and love! Don't get me started....

View outside my office window on a foggy day
Anyway, I digress!
One of the many lunchtimes gazing out the window, I was daydreaming (also normal) and I wondered what my spirit name was. The crows were out front, playing about, looking for food, chasing off the magpie (usual stuff for them) and I got the name 'Blue Crow'.  It was just there, in my head. I asked why and what it meant and I received no reply.  It was about two years later that I was told what it meant.

I was writing a lot of poetry at this time and here is one I penned about my friends the crows at work. My friend Cliff Carr turned it into a song and has performed it at Avebury, which is a bit surreal hearing your words being turned into music.

Crow he calls
Oh how he calls to me
‘Pick up your ears and listen
For I have much to say!’

Can you not hear the call?
Can you not understand?
You can see crow everywhere
You can hear his calls

Loudly he cries his message
Over and over again
I pick up my ears and listen
To what he’s trying to say

‘Come follow me!
Go deep within yourself
Close your eyes and slow your breath
Spread your wings and fly’

‘Fly above it all and survey the land
Call out what you see
Feel the earth and skies unite
Ride the updraft of the breath of life’

This is the path of Sacred Law
This is the call of crow
These are the words that reach my ears
Crows call penetrates my soul

December 2004


Time flies and roll on December 2007 and I had that 'aha!' moment and then it made sense.. for a short time because you're not supposed to make sense of your life, only the lessons passing through it at that time.

Blue is the sky
That envelopes us all
Blue is the healing rays
Blue is the deepest seas & skies
Crow is the Keeper of Sacred Law
Truth of Time kept
Blue Crow is the Keeper of what covers us all
The whole world
All times
I hold it all
I cannot unlock these secrets I keep
Only Time will reveal them 
when they need to be

So there you have it. How I got my name and what I was told it means. It's hard to believe it's been six years since all that happened.  I will probably write more about it when I get to the letter S on the blog project. Blimey, just thought, that will be nearly at the end of this year... who knows what will happen til then. 

That last paragraph of the last poem may need some explaining. All I can say for now is - it's a past life thing.