I am Shaman


I awoke this morning still sweating from my feet stomping through the mud to the rhythm of the rain. My throat dry, for I gave my voice to the healing water. Together, we called her and she nourished us as we danced in her glory. My people felt much relief. There were beads and bells and women singing. The medicine woman who looked over us was held up by the strongest arms in our tribe. She chanted shrill melodies from your heart, and I felt their meaning in mine.

I chanted with her. This was my language too, and each syllable moved me. I looked down at my dirty veiny feet and sunk them deeper into the earth. We stayed dancing until the water dried. The ground pulled me in and I pounded more for that feeling of being connected. I was safe in my fear. Safe in my anger. I gave it to the ground and the ground sprouted for me. The men brought fire and drums. It got hot.

I began to recognize faces. I saw you. You danced like fire under the moon. We loved you so. I thanked the creator for having been reunited with you. How long had it been? I began to remember that we have been here before. I remember the men coming at night and raiding our village. I lost my baby. But this… This was before my baby was taken. When were they coming? Could I stop them now?

I find my girl and I dance with her. She is alive here and we cover our bodies with Earth’s colors and celebrate more. It seems like we never stop celebrating. I smell yellow flowers. I taste red fruit from the tree. There are so many people here and I can feel all of their thoughts.

My muddy bare ankles are shackled to my sister’s. The one with heaven in her voice. We were dragged to a wooden ship where we sat too close and could see the men across from us. But they wouldn’t look. She cries and cries and I tell her to sing. But she can’t. I tell her that she will get her time. I am here to tell her that she will have her time.

My gaze falls into the wooden slats on the ship and I can see another ship, and another ship and another ship. And I remember them shaving my head. I remember hiding. I remember trying to escape. I fall asleep feeling drugged and sore.

And, that’s when I woke up– finally understanding why I’ve been having so much pain in my feet, and why I actually have markings that reflect trying to escape shackles. I’ve often hidden these parts of me… My feet. Not anymore.
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365 Books to Bliss: Book 8 – “The Book of Shamanic Healing” By, Kristen Madden

Cover of "The Book of Shamanic Healing"
Cover of The Book of Shamanic Healing

4 years ago, after an experience with a ghost in a hotel room — my friend Christina sent me to her psychic. I’d never been to a psychic before. I’d simply played one in my pretend life. The woman did a phone consult with me from Hawaii, and was so eager to talk to me that she didn’t charge me. Nor did she offer me any psychic visions about my future. Instead, she told me to hone my skills, and learn to do what she does because she saw that in my path. Well, here I am.

But, another thing she taught me, was to go to the bookstore or library and study study study.  In fact, she said that I should go with the intention to find the “right” book and wait for it to call to me. I’m stoked that I have committed to doing just that this year.  I’m  getting so much out of each word. YUM.

“The Book of Shamanic Healing” called me. Much like how the “Body Ecology Diet” book called me the first time I read it.  The Shamanic book is one that I will go back to for reference over and over.

It’s a simplistic beginner’s guide to what Shamanism is and how you can practice it for healing. So, it’s things that everyday peeps can incorporate in their meditation or personal healing practice.

She teaches tons of different exercises too. So, I double liked this — because I like to work through things with physical or journal exercises.

In fact, this book even got me singing. Yup – success in the voice dept. Throat chakra cleared for business.

Any energy healer would benefit from using this book as a reference.

I began to study Shamanism when Dougie and I were sick, and I was losing my Papa Joe to a degenerative form of dementia. My Shamanism classes really taught me how to deal with death and dying. So, for anyone facing illness or death of a loved one—you may dig this too.

I’m reading 365 Books this year. What are you reading?