- As the Visionary I use all my senses to be aware in the journey.
- In the role of the Warrior I allow myself to be swallowed twice by the eel. Once inside I fearlessly walk through the creature’s body. A rebirthing occurs as I go into the depths of the unconscious and emerge conscious again.
- In the role of the Teacher I learn to walk into the unfamiliar without fear. I give up control and go with the flow of what is happening in the journey.
- In the role of the Healer I notice that I am willing to stretch beyond my preconceived limitations. I remember to laugh and be playful when I might otherwise be fearful.
- As the Magician I find a way to stretch myself physically and emotionally beyond my limitations. Yoga is one practice, which helps me move beyond what I think I can do.
Are you ready to journey with me? A journey may seem like an individual adventure however; we always journey for each other. There is much insight to be gained for you from my journeys. Journeying is a powerful therapeutic tool. I hope it brings you healing and enjoyment! The Process The journey begins in a birch bark Spirit canoe. On the right I invite Male Ancestors, for me the Bear and the Female Ancestors on my left, my Native American Grandmother Elder. My Guide is in the bow and my Crystal Formation as Protection behind. Stating my intention, all my senses are heightened so as to not miss anything. The monotonous drumbeat sends me into non-ordinary reality. The Journey Standing in my canoe at the shore I look right; my Bear, my Male Ancestor, is sleeping under a tree. I call out; he awakens slowly, stretches and rises. I know that he has heard my call. On the left my Native American Grandmother, my Female Ancestor, has been sleeping and rises slowly stretching. In the bow I see a large black bird, the Raven, as my guide. “This is new” I think. Behind me is the Crystal Formation, my Protection. My intention in this journey is to ask for an animal to show us what we need to learn. We slowly cast off and settle in. The water is effortlessly flowing faster. Several familiar spots pass by then the river widens like never before. “This is not my river,” I think. The water here is shiny and deep and black like Obsidian. I sense that we are not alone, the water is alive. It is bubbling and boiling, teeming with life. My canoe has turned into a teacup, turning and rolling with the undulating water. Bobbing along, something slithers into the cup and I just notice. It has a big head and spiky teeth; opening its mouth it swallows me whole. Inside, I see pink sweet flesh, like bubble gum. I walk inside this being, all shiny and pink. Coming out the end I am very small and the being, an eel, I think, is much larger than I. I walk up his length to a spot between his eyes where I sit. The landscape is unfamiliar. The air is close and presses against my skin. It is like Jell-O all around my body. I wave my arms around in this substance. Jumping to see what happens I am flying and held all at once. Arms outstretched I twirl with no effort, secure. I look around for the eel and it is mimicking my movements as I explore my capabilities. It slithers along beside me. With my arms around its neck pressed close we speed up. My body feels unlike anything I have ever experienced. I am fluid and flowing, long and sinewy, stretched out of over time and space with no beginning and no end, as if I have been ever present and always there. We spiral round the earth many times; my fingers and toes are miles long. I am still me and yet so much more than me. The eel is grinning now and I grin back as I get “it” whatever “it” is. Laughing with each other I am swallowed again and I enter that pink sanctuary. Travelling along the tunnel I caress his narrowing sides and remember I am about to exit. I think, “I am not ready to let this go” but I do anyway. Coming out the end I am back to Me but more than Me. I am changed, Wondering how I know it is not important. Sweetly I thank him for this glorious journey. He nods returning to the undulating water. The canoe and my guides have returned. Raven nods, “Good story” and flies off. Breathing deeply I thank Bear and Native American Grandmother who are both grinning at me. The drumbeat slows and I have returned to ordinary reality or perhaps to the illusion of my life. Understanding Journeys and Making This Journey Useful Shamanic journeys have lessons, healing and actions to be taken. I have developed a way of interpreting journeys using five Archetypes. By focusing on these five aspects we have a framework for interpreting and using this important information.