abilities that will surprise them when their roles are finally revealed.
Once it begins, the Lightworker has the capacity for a rapid spiritual awakening. If they choose it, they can move down the Path faster than most other people, which enables them to bring others along on the journey. But first, they must complete the journey themselves. And this generally demands great determination and perseverance.
For the Lightworker, the journey of ascension has included strange and unidentifiable physical, mental, emotional and spiritual symptoms. They have experienced rapid transitions in their career, personal relationships and living situations. And they have most certainly experienced an unusual amount of loss in various areas of their lives.
“You are the Light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. ” Matthew 5:14
But the Lightworker is now helping others to find their own beauty and self-worth. There are two ways of working with Light – you can either Be the Light, or you can Reflect the Light.
Both are the gifts of the Lightworker..
Source: alchemicalascension
I am not shaman… but perhaps I once was….
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They place some loose leaf in a bowl or shell and light it using feathers to keep it breathing and alive. By doing so they honour both the elements and the four sacred directions together.
Fire to light the sage and create smoke – East
Water which is represented by the shell that holds the sage – South
Earth which is represented by the sage itself – West
Air element is the feathers that keep the sage breathing and burning – North
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Warriors of light are never predictable.
They might dance down the street on their way to work, gaze into the eyes of a complete stranger and speak of love at first sight, or else defend an apparently absurd idea.
Warriors of light allow themselves days like these. They are not afraid to weep over ancient sorrows or to feel joy at new discoveries.
When they believe that the moment has arrived, they drop everything and go off on some long-dreamed-of adventure.
When they realize that they can do no more, they never blame themselves for having committed a few unexpected acts of folly. Warriors do not spend a single days trying to play the role that others have chosen for them.
They talk out loud to themselves. Someone told them that this is the best way of communicating with the angels, and so they take a chance and try to make contact.
They say things which they do not agree, they talk utter nonsense.
One day, they notice a change in their voice.
They are acting as a channel for some higher wisdom.
The warriors may look mad, but this is just a disguise.
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Continuity is so important in our lives that if it breaks it’s always instantly repaired. In the case of sorcerers, however, once their assemblage points reach the place of no pity, continuity is never the same.
You are dealing with a new type of continuity. It takes time to get used to it. Warriors spend years in limbo where they are neither average men nor sorcerers. The difficulty is that the mirror of self-reflection is extremely powerful and only lets its victims go after a ferocious struggle.
PEACE
I found her! Under last nights full moon…. :) I wondered why I couldn’t sleep well, I just knew she was coming back to my life… My `first’ shaman, the beautiful Mayan High Priestess Aum-Rak… I am SO over joyed about this, and have so mych to share with you, and again with her.
I met Aum-Rak in a magnificent Hacienda San Lucas, on a hilltop over looking the Copan ruinas in Honduras.
‘Don’t pinch me awake if this is a dream. One more moment paints another eternity, in soul.’
Honduras
“NORTH!” The great shaman, rainbow heart flowing over the table, through feline eyes directed to an ancient friend before her. “You are the reason I journeyed here”
I froze, bowed, opened…
Eighteen years before this wind, this day, I remembered we would meet again. She rode with me along the slow wide turns sweeping the hours of this life aside, hiding her face, ducking ahead of my vision each new corner I plunged toward.
“NORTH!”
Plucking one white candle from her snakeskin hand, eyes closed, the great shaman smiled warmly at my choice. Kaleidoscopic eyes spun our souls together again. I let go of this world. We danced. She led.
“NORTH!”
“But it is not me you seek. You called me back only to remind you… There is another. Prepare. Follow your north great one.
Your spirit path. Have patience! Strength! Trust! You are safe.
Walk! It is chosen.”
“NORTH!”
The great shaman spun and twisted golden threads through our fractal being as she spoke her message through my universe.
That night a hundred extra terrestrial craft danced their colourful tribute before us seven souls. All but I, bewildered. My wind was calm. I knew.
North.
PEACE
M A S T E R
“The Master is only a window. The Master simply opens into God, just as the window opens into the sky. What you see in the Master is not of the Master himself — he is no more. What you see through the window is not of the window; it is of the sky, the stars, the sunrise, a bird on the wing, the flowers. Whatsoever you see through the window has nothing to do with the window; the window is only an opening. The Master is only a way.
If one can surrender, if one can trust the Master, one has surrendered to God, one has trusted God. And sooner or later one is bound to come out under the sky. One will remain grateful to the Master forever because without the window there was no sky, there were only walls. But one has to go through the Master and go beyond. One should not cling to the window; the window frame should not become a hindrance.
Hence the perfect Master is one who helps you to surrender THROUGH him to God, not to him. Of course, in the beginning it appears as if you are surrendering to the window because you don’t have any other acquaintance with the sky; you may even start worshipping the frame of the window. That is what has happened again and again in the history of human consciousness.
Buddha is a window, so is Mahavira, so is Christ, so is Mohammed. But then you forget about the sky. You close your eyes and you start worshipping the window. You have missed the point.
I am not to be worshipped.
The real Master’s work is to become gradually useless for the disciple. Buddha says: If you meet me on the way, kill me immediately. The Master would not like to stand between you and the divine, and if the Master wants to stand between you and the divine he is not a Master at all. If he teaches you clinging, then he is teaching you the world; if he teaches you unclinging, then he teaches you God.”
— OSHO, Guida Spirituale, Chapter #16
We are Shaman. Gather.
Shamanism is an ancient trance technique, in which the shaman acts as a mediator between the spiritual world and the inner self. He or she opens the door to the inner and outer world of nature. Information about ourselves in the form of spiritual guidance lies hidden in these other worlds and is accessible to the shamanic practitioner.
Total Health
To be healthy and well from the shamanic point of view is to be one with the powers of the universe. Whenever this equilibrium is disturbed, order and balance are interrupted and illness will occur. Therefore, even a series of unfortunate events is considered to have an impact on one’s health. Shamanism addresses all these spiritual causes of ill-health and re-creates order and balance. One of the main causes of illness in the shamanic sense is the loss of power. Power - or soul power - is the sum of vitality, health and energy, together with the feeling of being in control of your life. In fact, the German word for power ‘kraft’ is a better word for the meaning of power as a life force that is flowing within us and is freely accessible. Soul power can be lost in various ways. It can be reestablished by the shamanic practitioner through journeying or traveling into the other world. There, various helpers will show themselves in the form of power animals or helpers in human or god-like form.
The Shamanic Journey
Their core technique is called shamanic journeying or traveling into ‘nonordinary reality’. A shaman is a man or a woman who enters into an altered state of consciousness by using monotonous sounds like drumming, rattling or singing to access hidden information. They travel out of time and space. They visualize an opening into the earth like a cave or hole to enter into this other realm. It was the famous author Carlos Castaneda who first named this realm ‘nonordinary reality’.
Depending on what mission they travel on or what kind of information they would like to access, they “fly” into different territories; the lower world, the middle world or the upper world. They leave their body behind and their free soul travels into what is considered to be a parallel universe. Luckily, modern quantum physicists are already clear that parallel universes do in fact exist as described in the books of Marcus Chown.
The Concept of Power Animals
Most shamanic cultures around the world ask power animals for energy, guidance and help. When a child is born, one or more power animals take care of them in the spiritual world. For example, the bear helps children to come into this world. Why do you think that teddy bears are so popular amongst children around the world? Children still have a natural feeling and intuition to correspond with the other world. It is we, the adults, who lose touch with this natural phenomenon and dismiss our children’s attempts to tell us about their conversations with animals in their dreams.
Shamanic practitioners will help to find your spiritual power animal or connect you with your guardian so you can access them throughout your life. Some of you might need the energy of a tiger to regain control in today’s difficult world; others would benefit from the power of the alpha wolf to become a leader and protector; it could also happen that an elephant will show up to bring light and happiness into your life.
Sometimes, we need to make a clear decision, but are confused by the options available. That is the time when the eagle might lend us his eyes to rise and look at our problem from another angle and perspective - as Ailo Gaup, a shaman from the Sami tradition of northern Norway describes in his book, The Shamanic Zone.
Power animals are mostly representatives of wild animal species because domesticated animals do not have enough power as they have given up control over their life. Birds or fish can also be power animals, but insects or spiders do not really qualify as helpers from the other world. Mostly people have one or two power animals at a time, but people can also have access to plenty of them. There are no rules in the shamanic world. Everyone makes his or her own experiences and these are neither right nor wrong. Sometimes, a power animal leaves us and is replaced by another one to protect us and keep us healthy and safe. But there are times when we go through a crisis and lose our soul power or give it away voluntarily.
Spiritual Guardians
Helpers in the other world appear either as power animals or as helpers in human or god-like form. Your guardian angel can also present himself in some form.
The Concept of Soul Loss
“Another cause of illness might be the loss of parts of your soul. The soul is our life force, our essence, our vitality. When one suffers an emotional or physical trauma, a piece of that essence separates from the body and travels into nonordinary reality to survive the experience,” writes Sandra Ingerman, who has taught shamanism for 25 years around the world and was formerly the Educational Director of the Foundation for Shamanic Studies in the US. She describes that in Western culture the spiritual cause of illness is not considered important, therefore shamanic practitioners today face a big challenge in popularizing this form of therapy.
There are various origins for soul loss. When a person goes through a personal crisis or trauma, has an accident or is facing a death within the family, a part of his soul essence might split and depart from his soul. This reaction is a life-supporting system of the soul or psyche to be able to cope with reality. In normal circumstances, these soul parts will come back after some time, but more often, some of the parts remain where they are - in nonordinary reality. That means that over time we have less spiritual power and feel tired and depressed. Even medical or psychological treatments might not be successful in the long run because you cannot treat what is not there.
A Checklist of Symptoms
Sandra Ingerman provides a checklist of questions in her book, Soul Retrieval - Mending the fragmented self. These questions describe a number of indicators that are helpful in determining whether soul loss has occurred.
o Do you ever have a difficult time staying “present” in your body? Do you sometimes feel as if you’re outside your body observing it as you would a movie?
o Do you ever feel numb, apathetic, or deadened?
o Do you suffer from chronic depression?
o Do you have problems with your immune system and have trouble resisting illness?
o Were you chronically ill as a child?
o Do you have gaps in the memory of your life after age five? Do you sense that you may have blacked out significant traumas in your life?
o Do you struggle with addictions, for example, alcohol, drugs, food, or sex?
o Do you find yourself looking at external things to fill up an internal void?
o Have you had difficulty moving on with your life after a divorce or the death of a loved one?
o Do you suffer from multiple personality syndrome?
Shamanic Healing Versus other Treatments
Shamanic treatment is not seen as an exclusive treatment for illnesses. Moreover, it is a complementary method to other medical and psychological treatments. Shamans address the soul and spiritual aspects of the suffering person. Therefore, shamanic healing techniques can add valuable aspects to other medical and psychological treatments. Together, the chances of becoming well again and maintaining health on all levels of existence are better than before.
Sometimes people even lose a piece of their soul to a lost relationship and therefore are prevented from moving on in their lives. This too can be retrieved by the accomplished shaman. Sometimes, it takes a lot of effort to convince the lost soul part to ‘come home’. When the shaman travels to the other world, he or she is guided by their own power animals to reach out and bring back the soul essence to the patient.
Sometimes, a soul might not come back on its own because it was stolen by someone else. Even if this concept might sound alien in today’s modern world, it is more common than we might have thought. Jealousy or greed might be the reason for others to steal our soul; even simple power games or the fact that someone is permanently exposed to emotional pressure, might trigger the fragmentation of our soul. That is the time when our vitality and soul essence is not accessible to its full potential and we feel stuck in the situation.
The Return to Nature
Feeling whole and complete means feeling one with nature. When we are able to be what we are meant to be, then the power of nature flows freely throughout our lives. Our inner and outer nature is one. We are strong and independent, balanced and in control of our life.
Do we remember how much energy we can gain from outer nature? How does it feel when the wind in the mountains rifles through our hair and fresh air fills your lungs?
Our children experience nature only on Discovery Channel and educational pressure keeps them from playing in open fields, learning from trees and birds, drinking water from the original source or listening to the sound of falling snow. We have become scared of nature and therefore scared of ourselves. Shamans listen to nature and learn her language and it seems that it is time that this language returns to our lives.
The good news is that it can be re-membered by everyone for there are no hidden secrets. We must open our eyes and hearts and learn how to combine knowledge of science with the wisdom of nature. Shamanism is a global heritage.
I hear the shaman’s drum. It is my own drum that I hear. It is my own inner shaman that beats the drum and has come back again to teach me - again. Welcome home.
The gathering begins.
When one has nothing left to loose one becomes courageous. We are timid only when we have something left to cling to.
Having a mushroom omelette for supper and lying down to continue reading Carlos Castaneda, `The Second Ring of Power’, with Vaeya Bipolar bubbling away in my headphones as the words danced around, eventually swimming up and off the page… now that made for an interesting evening I can tell you.
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PEACE (indeed!)
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“We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”
Terence McKenna
“Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond bothexistence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.”
Seneca
“Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower, and draws all good things toward you. Allow your love to nourish yourself as well as others. Do not strain after the needs of life. It is sufficient to be quietly alert and aware of them. In this way life proceeds more naturally and effortlessly. life is here to Enjoy!.”
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
“Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in lifeoutside themselves and their personal happiness”
Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy
“I wouldn’t recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they’ve always worked for me.”
Hunter S. Thompson
The fact that the meaning of life life is beyond any individuals grasp, gives us the opportunity to explore it together, as one. Potentially here in lies the meaning itself. - But there again, what he fuck would I know?… John Paul Moss
I am not Shaman. But perhaps I once was. I am not a healer, a teacher, a poet, an artist, a priest, a medicine man, a guide, a spirit animal, nor profit, warrior nor saint. But perhaps I once was. I would lay down my life in the blink of an eye for you when called to battle great darkness. I would give my blood to enable on more heart beat in your chest, and call the very waters from the deep to quench your thirst while you sing and dance and play under the fractal light I summonsed to your feet. No, indeed I am no-one and nothing but part of you, though I am not in your visions right now. But perhaps I once was…
JP Moss
Please enjoy the music I’ve selected for the little player at the bottom of my Tumblr page… A few gorgeous tunes ranging from Ambient psy, through cutting edge prog, to… well, have a listen - Will get more music on there soon :)
Have a beautiful day - PEACE - Ferksta
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Unusual preface and introduction of an unknown book by anon author. Apparently to be finished end 2012 and possibly never to be read!~… enjoy.
PREFACE
‘Don’t pinch me awake if this is a dream. One more moment paints another eternity, in soul.’
Honduras
“NORTH!” The great shaman, rainbow heart flowing over the table, through feline eyes directed to an ancient friend before her. “You are the reason I journeyed here”
I froze, bowed, opened…
Eighteen years before this wind, this day, I remembered we would meet again. She rode with me along the slow wide turns sweeping the hours of this life aside, hiding her face, ducking ahead of my vision each new corner I plunged toward.
“NORTH!”
Plucking one white candle from her snakeskin hand, eyes closed, the great shaman smiled warmly at my choice. Kaleidoscopic eyes spun our souls together again. I let go of this world. We danced. She led.
“NORTH!”
“But it is not me you seek. You called me back only to remind you… There is another. Prepare. Follow your north great one.
Your spirit path. Have patience! Strength! Trust! You are safe.
Walk! It is chosen.”
“NORTH!”
The great shaman spun and twisted golden threads through our fractal being as she spoke her message through my universe.
That night a hundred extra terrestrial craft danced their colourful tribute before us seven souls. All but I, bewildered. My wind was calm. I knew.
North.
INTRODUCTION
Is this what prison is like then?
Perched on the side of an old creaky bed, draped in a couple of random, shabby duvets, the concrete floor is most mesmerising in it’s cold grey speckled skin. The two polished concrete walls and two beige tinged white ones flanking this numbing ground certainly aren’t stealing the show. Three brass hooks attached to the white door, stand emptily to attention, as if silently in salute to some bygone nazi. Clothes suffocate one corner.
It’s absolutely fucking pissing down out there!
Why am I staring at this floor? Motionless, thinking of al the things I could be doing right at this moment, yet slumped like a man digesting his self inflicted fate of decades behind bars. Depressed. Imprisoned… But I’m not depressed? Could be the weed I suppose?
Twenty two oracle cards labeled `Enlightenment’ laid out in an odd but deliberate fashion match answers to my question. Well, more questions to my question than answers to be honest. They do sooth me though, and baring in mind their bright pastel coloured illustrations, the room isn’t so dull after all. Doubt you’ll find these cards in your average prison. Best I shut the fuck up and go do something useful. Plus I want a cuppa.
The odd Shaman is in the next room. Well she’s more the cantankerous old sod who needs a holiday and a shit load more sleep, than a shaman, at this moment! Best I don’t pester her for a ride to the shop. No, tonight an umbrella shall be my carriage… I’m dong this!
HA! The rains’ stopped. Umbrella doesn’t work anyhow. Mind you, now that I’ve manned up and got out the door, the testosterone alone should get me to my destination. Fourteen minutes walk away from here. A warm smile from the odd shaman’s night driver sends me onward.
It’s quite mild out, the air smells funny though. Kind of musty, a little dirty, a little fresh, and with a hint of liquorice. What the fuck? Liquorice! Weird. Still though, nice vibe in the air as I pound my way up the road feeling all righteous just for the act of walking to the shops. What a twat! I really am delusional. Stoned too!
Taking just enough time to check out the female shoppers buzzing around the store with great purpose and poise, I select a pen and plain paper writing pad from the frankly uninspiring options seemingly displayed with contempt before me. They don’t sell beer here. A good thing as surely I would have been swayed away from my impassioned mission.
The walk home was as brief as the respite in the torrential rain. As soon as I get in the door `BOOM!’ The cleansing continues. Well, that’s how I view tonight’s rain anyhow. Last night the huge full moon set a few things in motion, we needed this good hard wash down.
Been an astonishing year so far. Feels like some sort of time stretch has occurred this first third of 2012. The whole life-time of leading up to this so doted on year, seems to be of exactly the same length of time as the first four months of the oh12 calendar entry. Mind you I can’t figure out if that equates to forty two long years, or one immeasurably short nano-second of time. Or if anything really exists, and is actually happening at all for that matter. Guess that’s why I got the pen & paper… Gotta figure out this conundrum once and for all. Although maybe that bit will be for you, the reader? Who knows.
Is there a God? Is the universe God? What am I? Why is anything? How does this shit work?
Five thousand or so years of recognised recorded history sitting at the arse end of a twenty six thousand year galactic cycle offers thousands of organised groups, led by millions of people and followed by billions more, all stating that “YES!” there is a definitive to most everything. Actually many of them will also tell you what God is or is not, and even how many there are or are not. Few however agree on very much, well other than for some apparently inexplicable reason all of their Gods seem to resemble humans and/or animals of this planet in one way or another, and apparently al of these `Gods’ are enemies of each other. For by `choosing’ one of these Gods to identify with generally renders you a rather awful and unspeakable fate should you not follow the set rules of `your God’, or dare consider identifying with another of these Gods… the tenants that God made us, is in charge, is everywhere and knows everything including what you’re up to, must be obeyed and loved, in fact `is’ love in many cases, is parallel in most of these organised `God groups’.
Or so we were told. By humans…
Even the apparent Gods on earth telling us this same stuff throughout history have generally been in the form of humans. Men generally. Well for the last five thousand years anyway.
Being a man, i am acutely aware of this human `ego thing’, so I have tried to be less arrogant than to say I know the definitive answer to anything significant at all really. But in saying that, strangely I am still compelled to write my story.
Well, It’s not just my story… But I’ll tell you more about `her’ later. Yes, this story, this journey with God, through the universe, around the blue ball we call home, and within it all the greatest love story perhaps ever written. A romance. A dance. A sacred ritual.
This story is the story of `us’, of everything, of nothing. The story of creation itself.
But yeah, it’s just a story. An opinion or independent version of `things’ if you like. I will say at this point though, it is also an absolutely 100% true story. Not one aspect of this book is embellished, made up or fluffed out to attain readers consent. Every single detail, even when seemingly unbelievable, is based on actual experience. This is a completely non-fictional story… Granted you only have my word on that, and you will never know my name. But all I can say is I have nothing to gain from it either. You be the judge and coin it as you will… Fiction, biography, channelled message, art-house muck, or gobshite rabbiting comedy! That’s up to you. But write it I must.
I’ll do you a favour though, my name or any other `characters’ names’ included in this twisting illustrative text (bar one), will not be included in the book or will ever be mentioned anywhere. No rules of an kind will be even hinted at, yet alone forced upon you as law. No influencing you to my way of seeing things or discrediting of others thoughts on any subject encroached on here, will be part of this book.
This is a story. A gift I want to share without any profit, benefit, or even recognition to myself at all actually. Indeed there will only be one copy of this book I produce. It will then be given to one very special person, forever un-signed.
Whatsoever that person does with the book is entirely up to them and will determine whether you are the only person, or one of many reading this. Time (what ever that is?) will tell I guess. (Yes, science will be included in your read… balance right?)
So I have no idea if this read will be beneficial to you in any way, what if anything you will take from it, if it will entertain you, or even be read at all for that matter.
But I do know this, it is being written and with a spot of luck the dynamics, romance, joy, colour, fear, sadness and all manner of glorious attributes that have driven me to put pen to paper at this time literally after an extraordinary life-time of discovery, shines through and engages you in some way. After all, now you are reading t, this is no longer my story at all… It is our story. As is the case with all stories. As far as I can tell anyhow. But what the shit would I know?
The author.









