#3 DRAGON FLYING WITH MERLIN

Detail from cover,  Nine Songs, Chinese Shamanic poems

[This is the third in the series dealing with my entry into the events of my Apprenticeship.] 

In order to deal with the tremendous energies of my Allies (term from Castaneda, referring to spirits who can take you into the ‘Nagual’, the place outside the universe we live in, which is the Universe of Consciousness, or ‘Tonal’, --a place where there is no Consciousness), I have had to use my knowledge of yoga.  Each of my Allies has required different techniques.  Jesus, for example, caused me to squat, as if carrying a heavy weight.  I had to hold my body erect with my breath; a very useful technique.  It took me a while to recognize the spirit who caused me to squinch up my nose in a ‘piggy face’.  Marilyn Monroe had taught me about the ‘Face Chakra’, and how to use the muscles in my face to achieve various results while ‘shaping’ my breath.  It out to be Merlin, the magician, who liked to use my voice to speak, once the face was sufficiently contorted.  My voice sounded very stupid and weird.

On Wednesday, October 23, 2013, I was wakened by a dream where I was kitchen-prepping ‘the last vegetables in NYC’.  I spent the morning doing work with the I Ching, which is controlled by Marilyn Monroe. Since the Full Moon had passed, I set up the altar for Hecate, as the moon began to wane.  I smudged the apartment with sage, and began to get ready to replace the clear plastic sheet which covers the front window during the cold of winter.  The rolled up plastic was not in the utility closet, or anywhere else.  Gone.  I did some kitchen work, then sat in the vortex to see if I could trace the plastic.  Before long, my face contorted, as it usually does, in Merlin’s pose, so that my breath is directed in certain ways throughout my energy system.  Again, I went into a trance.  I was with Merlin.  He is another of my former incarnations, and is almost always present with me.  This time, we were together facing a vast darkness of space.

In a moment, we were flying.  I was learning the flight of the Dragon.  (My Shaman name, Dagaji, means ‘sacred Dragon’.  It was given to me in about 2002 by Gaia, the earth goddess.)   It was hard work!  A woman encouraged me, “Come on, Tony!”, using my childhood nickname.  As I took flight, a dark spirit face appeared right in front of my eyes, looking right into me.  It was Merlin, introducing himself.  As I continued to fly, we came to a place of land, with maybe a seashore (Japan?).  A young woman was coming toward me, perhaps from the sea.  Her shirt was open in front, showing her small breasts with large dark nipples.  I woke up slumped in my meditation pose. 

A few hours later, I posted the first blog in this series, and later composed and posted the second.  The next morning, during my time in the vortex, Jesus was very active in my yoni, causing me to rise in my seat as he growled and shouted with the energies.  I went through the day, and in the afternoon sat to clear my energies with the drums.

I began to sing my song, “Oh, woe is me…”, and after a few moments I lurched from my seat and removed the Allies’ stones from the little altar I had set up for them.  I hid them away in a storage box.  My spirit had again rejected them!  Later I watched a World Series game, and went to bed.

This morning, I used my crow wing to clear the energies from the bed where I had slept.  I did the I Ching, as a courtesy to MM.  I was pissed!  I did the bala asana, into the bow, and by that time it was 7:00, and the corner market was open.  I went out and bought a six pack of Miller.  I drank a beer, made some pancakes, had another beer, did the I Ching, and passed out on the floor.  When I woke up, I sat with the drums, and sang a little song, “They grab you by the eyeball,

and drag you through the knothole!”  Then I drummed for Gaia.  I went to the coffee shop, but couldn’t write a poem, and couldn’t draw.  I went back home and did another I Ching, which came out “Exhaustion”.  My energy body was shot!

I am beginning to see how the Apprenticeship is going to work.  I am in deep trouble!  My Allies seem to have no clue that my energy body is a wreck after the heart attacks, and because my truck is in need of repairs which I can’t afford, I can’t get out to the Power Sites to restore my energies.  I love a challenge.  I love to invent ways to deal with the situations the Allies force me into.  I love it when I beat the crap out of them!  It reminds me of Castaneda’s work, but I can’t decide which one of them is ‘The Worthy Opponent’, and who is ‘The Petty Tyrant’.  In any case, they have managed to bring my own personal spirit totally into my physical body.  He is a bit slow to act, but he’s always there, always fighting for my independence.  I’ll never forget the day a few weeks ago when Jesus showed me the pages of an open Bible, and said, “I told you so!”, and my spirit spat on him.

So I put this away for the night, and Saturday came, a lovely sunrise.  I did the I Ching again.  As I was kneeling on the floor tossing the coins, the spirits came to me.  All of them.  I moved to the trance chair to read the hexagram, and they began to work on me.  They were all over me, inside and out, having sex with every part of my body, a huge slathery free-for-all!  I realized this is the ultimate goal of Tantric Brahmacharya, --the total Tantric union with Spirit.  This was the culmination of all my yoga training! 

I understood the reasons for the repeated assaults on my energy body.  Each spirit was making a home there, in preparation for the long journey.