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5 years ago  ::  Apr 17, 2010 - 7:40PM #1
Nay_ho_tze
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Given the natural penchant 
of shamans and medicine folk
to typically observe a solitary lifestyle,
myself included,
I don’t know if this thread’ll launch or not,
but let’s give it a try...

When did you realize that you were ...
well, y’know ...
different?

Did it happen because of something someone else said?
Maybe up until that time,
you had no clue that you were 'different'?
 
Or maybe it was a trait you admired in someone else
and consciously decided to develop
within yourself ...

Maybe you took the intense route
and faced Death in some capacity,
which set you on your path.

Or maybe you started in a manner of your own...

What was your ‘a-ha’ moment?

Anyone?

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5 years ago  ::  Apr 21, 2010 - 10:14PM #2
Tenlionz
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Prophesied over by every psychic, evangelist, Medicine Man and Healer from the time I was 4 until this day. I'm called Healer Prophet Leader and some times ass hole, this was not easy to grow up with. Made me feel like some kinda dam wierdo or freak, and I prolly am. Then the Watcher or Grigori prophesy and the contacts from People that really believe in them, another freak out, but I have learned to accept some things and study. The Great Spirit lives in all of us, we have that power or energy inside us. some are better at using this energy than others and some are called to this destiny.

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5 years ago  ::  Apr 22, 2010 - 9:38PM #3
Nay_ho_tze
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Let's see...
my story...
I don't actually have a singular 'a-ha' moment -
it's more like years of 'huh?' (read: WTF) moments
that took awhile to string all together;
even still, I work on fine-tuning.

I will share two stories --
my first memory -
and my first medicine dream ...

My earliest memory (in this lifetime)
puts me at no older than six months of age ...
I am being bathed in the shallower side
of a double, white enamel, kitchen sink...

That I can describe the kitchen in great details
has been verified by my caretakers at the time -
and further that we'd apparently moved
right before I turned six months ...

(I actually have an earlier memory,
but it's not so pretty,
so I don't count it -)

I received my first medicine dream
when I was no older than four --
I believe Kay would call it a shamanic dream -

Pa was the patriarch
of one of the families I lived with -
even though we weren't related, Pa and I had a special bond.

One night I had a dream ...
Pa and I were walking down the road by our house
into a warm, benignly blinding sunshine -
everything glowed,
the trees, the birds, the sky, the brook, the Earth, everthing
and I thought it was because of how much I loved him ...
we were heading toward the splashing brook
that ran near where we lived.
It was up ahead right before the crook in the road
Further on, I knew there was a candy store,
and as I began to consider that maybe
we were going there too,
I suddenly felt myself drawn upward
until I realized
that I could see both Pa and myself walking,
hand in hand down the ribbon-like road -
that somehow I'd gotten outside myself,
and yet I could see both perspectives at once.
I watched as we got to the brook,
and I saw Pa stop and stoop down to the earthbound me,
his face full of familiar kindness
mixed with unfamiliar sadness.
He lighty touched my cheek and said,
"You can't go any further with me this time."

I didn't understand.
He stood up, turned and began to walk away.
His manner said I mustn't follow.
So I watched him disappear into the forest
as my heart quietly broke.

The next morning when I awoke,
I ran into the kitchen, asking, "Pa? Where's Pa?"
More adults than usual filled the small house.
Someone leaned down and said, "Pa's dead, dear. Sh!"

At those words I was in the Dreamtime again -
and I bolted outside, running and crying,
"I want to go with you - Pa, wait for me!"
I wanted to at least walk with him to the brook

And then I realized,
I did walk with him to the brook!

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4 years ago  ::  Aug 13, 2010 - 10:28AM #4
BeerLover
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That's an incredible story, NHT.  I'm overwhelmed.  Even though I am at work with the ventilation system running and the clattering of the machines, I am still overwhelmed.


But an experience like that must also fill you will great hope, (no, more like the certain knowlege) that you will one day also walk into the forest and find you Pa again.  Death is NOT the end, just a transition.


I suppose it is my turn now.  Don't be disappointed, but I haven't had a "first time," (not that sort of a first time, anyway ; ).  My gift is empathy, journeying is beyond my ability at this time.  I can feel the approach of people (been called weird on more than one occasion, too).  I can feel others so acutely, like a radio with the gain turned up all the way.  It's great when the other person is happy and loving, but not so good when the person is angry.  I have learned to listen to the little voice inside which we all have.  In that way, I am not at all unusual, not gifted, just a bit more observant perhaps. 

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4 years ago  ::  Aug 15, 2010 - 6:41PM #5
Nay_ho_tze
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Beerlover writes: Death is NOT the end, just a transition.
Indeed ...
Chief Seattle: "There is no death - only a change of worlds."

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