On Aug 23, 2008, I went to a meeting of IANDS (International Associations for Near-Death Studies) and they had a Shaman as a guest. At the end of her talk, she performed Shamanic Journey for us and I had a powerful experience. She explained that we were going to visualize that we climb a tree, fly, go to a place where we wold meet our “Power Animal”, ask it “Are you my Power Animal” four times and ask specific questions. Among the participants, I was the only one who didn’t have any near-death experience, so I was sure I wouldn’t get anything out of it. It turns out that I was the only one who had vivid and specific visions. Here’s what happened: Yes, I did visualize myself climbing a tree, looked at the view, climbed again, flew and went through a tunnel (at which point, I was still totally aware that I was just imagining it). I imagined what heaven would look like (flowers, crystal temples, etc.)...then, I suddenly dropped out of my ordinary consciousness (I was still in control and aware, but I completely forgot that I was in the room I was in). I found myself in a Spanish or Mexican....kitchen. I saw colorful tiles and gentle light coming from the window. I was enjoying the gentleness of the kitchen. Then, I remembered I was supposed to meet an animal, so I wondered where my animal was. Suddenly, I saw 8-10 different animals in the kitchen and I heard “Choose. Choose one”. “What? What do you mean? “You want an animal. Right? Just choose one” and a guy (gray hair, white beard, 60-ish Caucasian male) appeared. I realized the whole thing was his joke and I couldn’t stop laughing. I got his point. Then, I thought maybe this guy IS my Power Animal and I’ve got to ask him 4 times to test it. He seemed to have read my mind and said “Yes and no” four times. We laughed like crazy for a while. He was a funny guy. “You don’t need an animal!” “Wait, why are we speaking English? That’s not my first language.” “You belong here.” “Well, OK...Why an old guy? Why not an angel-like beautiful chick or something?” “I can look that way...but this is more appropriate this time.” OK, I guess I’m supposed to ask questions. I asked, “So, what’s going to happen now?” Before I finished my sentence, she said: “Future doesn’t exit. And ‘now’ doesn’t exit. The New Age folk started to say “There is only Now” or something like a mantra and all they are doing is conceptualize Now. That’s just another artificial concept and it actually implies future. I’ll tell you what...even ‘exist’ doesn’t exit. Get it?” I moved on to my next question, “What’s the source of fundamental loneliness? In my life’s particular case, what happened? What’s affecting my life now?” “Oh, so you want that regression therapy thing? OK, come with me.” He took my hand and we went outside. The field outside was filled with colorful flowers. “First, you got to see this. It’s mostly beautiful flowers and there are only several dark spots. That’s the fundamental. Keep that in mind.” Then, were were flying above a “timeline”. He took me to a time in childhood. “See? This is the first moment you had your first experienced of rejection. Next, this is the second one. Then...” As he showed those events, I started to see a layer in my life that’s growing along with the spotless layer and by the time I reached an adulthood, the dark layer grew to the same size as the other. It looked as though those two layers were competing for their shares. Sometimes one is dominant and other times the other one is dominant. I asked, “Why does it have to be this way? Can we just remove the dark one?” “You can...but you are way too compassionate to give it up. You have it because you wanted it. You wanted to help others, so you decided to have it. Both layers are supported by love. They are both necessary components of it.” I didn’t like that answer, but I had to admit he was right. Nevertheless, his words made me recognize warmth around my chest area and that was very comfortable. The Shaman changed the pace of her drum and I remembered I was in that building in Marina Del Ray. I wanted to stay longer, but it was too late. There’s no way to prove the validity of this experience, but it was at least a very emotionally powerful experience. It was true to me. |
