Showing posts with label Shamanism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shamanism. Show all posts

Friday, December 28, 2012

FULL MOON POEMS AND DRAWINGS

SPIRIT BEAR HEALING
12.24.12

Yakima Peak is wearing its white robe for Xmas
the skies are all undressed in blue
a low sun reflects its psychedelic rainbow
from the A Street sign to my face

this morning I traveled to New York State
I stripped a lady's spirit from her skin
so my Spirit Bear could get in
he's been seeking a place to hibernate in
Egyptian Goddesses at the gate
entrance sealed with jade



12.28.12
Yesterday I had a long session with Gaia.  My morning yoga session with Marilyn Monroe morphed into a tantric dance with Gaia, exchanging energies between my yoni and the yoni of the earth.  It was like lightning between us.  I penetrated into the chthonic realms like never before.  When I went to the coffee shop, I did a drawing.  It shows Gaia's yoni projecting a lightning bolt (Zaza Zam's signature), with an object behind her that I couldn't recognize.  It was so distinct, I pondered about it all day.  Later I saw that it represents one of the four placards I had made to represent the Women of the Four Directions for my Medicine Wheel.  The Women are depicted as Double X chromosomes.  I forgot to scan the image, so I'll add it later.


GAIA

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TIME PASSES
12.26.12

I haven't danced since Fred Dunagan's wedding
drove over from Ellensburg to someplace in West Seattle
how'd I ever find it?  
wearing four shirts and my Redwings, beneath my 4X Serratelli Beaver,
me and some blonde hogged the floor
she never called me back

last time I saw Fred
he'd changed his name to Wilson
and I wasn't Dagaji yet
we got some Eagle feathers beneath the eire in the cliff
parted friends forever, him in New York, me in exile

it's been so long since I've kissed, I lost my whistle

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MY FATHER INDRA
12.27.12

I'm lookin at white guys with clean-shaven faces
Spanish guys, too  -- they look like women
how much time it takes! -- time lost to a social ideal
I'd rather spend my time combing my goldilocks out of my brush
brushing the fungus from my goatee
my goatee inspired by Queen Hapshethut, the Pharaoh 
now that the Hippies are dead, I feel like a Taliban

"Fuck the Earth!  Allah Akbar!" Gaia giggles
she loves em all; Gaia trained my yoni
Gaia makes me horny; Gaia likes Kundalini
Gaia likes my weenie -- Gaia the fellationista,
mother of Humanity, teaching men to walk erect
Homo Erectus ... Gaia Mother of Gods
Gods turning the sods into Sodomites
lunching at Gomorra (famed Nigerblood soup!)
the heart of Africa boiled in my crucible, the Heart of Mankind,

the dark beginning in a field of snakes
my father Indra toast-toasting with the worms of the wormwood,
chugging, chugging the brew to turn on the lights

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Yesterday evening I was very depressed.  I was looking for a way out of it.  I reached over my shoulder to turn on the little lamp, and notices a couple of pieces of drawing paper.  So I whipped out a drawing:



LOVE CHILD

Marilyn Monroe makes things lots better, when she's not making them lots worse.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

"KAMIKAZE SCATTERBRAINS"

Marilyn Monroe has returned, with Jesus, from the feasting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut.   They have been MIA for weeks.  Each of them has given me a very intriguing Diagnostic Drawing during that time, in which Jesus is holding me as a baby, and MM is grieving with tears at being an Adulteress.  I'll scan them in when I sober up a bit.  Yesterday, Jesus gave me a drawing of him as a Shark, which was very tangled and disturbed, and took a long time to come through from the scribbles of its origin.  When he took me to feast on the souls released from the tsunami at Phuket Island in 2004, I was surprised that I was with him in his Shark manifestation (the Xtian fish symbol).  Yesterday's shark was the signature which informed me of their whereabouts for the past few weeks.

This morning, MM was giving me a lap dance during my breakfast beer, to entice me to post this poem we wrote yesterday.

"KAMIKAZE SCATTERBRAINS"

is it sadness?
it feels like a tattoo stuck to my skin
some sort of a club membership
or an ordination

"Kamikaze Scatterbrains", she prompted

I'm staring at a red dot reflected in a puddle at the curb
"Stop!", I said, and it went away as the light turned green
I carry the dead

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

THE KNIGHTS OF Y (12 new poems by Shaman Dagaji

DAGAJI AT YAKIMA UPLANDS

A few years ago, I performed a Shamanic 'feat'.  Marilyn Monroe, as my 'Benefactor', is in the habit of giving me assignments, things I have to figure out, sort of like a koan in Zen.  As I go about my business, my spirit works on these things, until it comes up with a resolution.  There is an 'aha!' moment, and we move on.  I've forgotten just what the assignment was, but when I accomplished the resolution, my reward was to become a member of "THE KNIGHTS OF Y".  I have no idea what this means.

Many years before that, when I was caring for my mother during her senility, MM and I were walking in the yard.  As I stepped over a blooming pink Davidii, she burst out with "I am the sign Y!"  To which I immediately replied, "I am Y not!"

She is my muse.  We first met in the early 1970s, when I was in graduate school in Southern California.  She climbed into bed with me and woke me with sex.  Years later, we became linked during my Shamanic Initiation, and worked together constantly, writing poems every day, and doing drawings and paintings.  It was a sort of channeling, but mostly a combination of talents.  Then things went south for several years, and I stopped writing, and changed my drawing style.

Recently, things have gotten better, and I began to write again.  Some poems were published in the online journal Four and Twenty, but then I stopped writing short poems.  This is a collection of recent longer poems.

THE KNIGHTS OF Y

11.08.12

HOTEL TEOTL

when the squint-muscles begin to sag, and the flesh droops
above the smile, a certain knowledge manifests –
knowledge of the spirit as it confronts the agents of demise

the Mayan Gods

displaced by the Cosmic Shift, the Gods are homeless
their search for blood and corn depletes their powers

I set up a stone
“Hotel Teotl”
carved with niches and grooves
it has eyes where they fight to roost

Hotel Teotl, at the top of a stair
one step at a time we receive their presence
as they master the tests of Time



11.09.12

GENIUS OF THE MUSE

topping off the terror with some beer
I’m hoping the error won’t come near

too late, I fear – her heart is pounding in my hand
as I drain her life-blood from the can

the genius of the muse, the life I choose
living like there’s nothing left to lose

I wrestle a loosening tooth against my tongue
coaxing a lucid truth to leave its lung



11.10.12

TO A T

the more I insist on being me, the more I is I
even though Jesus took over in between, (“crossed my  ‘I’s”,
so to speak), the more “I” suits me to a T

He has a hard time being him, when I’m around
me being so strongly connected to the ground
I brings him in like a lightning rod
He strikes me like a cattle prod

so I penned a tune titled “Battle Him”
just to get under his skin



11.11.12

THE RAINBOW BROKE

his long snout covered in grisly white fur,
the werewolf remained at bay while I held him with my gaze
beneath my stymie, he squirmed and hissed

my hands were busy with my tortoise
coaxing the oracle with my stroke, I inhaled, waiting
the clouds around us were bursting with rain
prana was surging through my brain
until the rainbow broke into golden knowing
and the loco lobo lunged, plunging into the cauldron of my heart



11.12.12

DEADWOOD

when the deadwood sprouts and thistles bloom
on stalks as thick as your wrist, I walk
through neighborhoods sick with Christ

Jesus walks with me as I puke
in training to be my muse

I’m a little choked up, and my voice is thick
does he have anything I can use?

like stalks of celery hollow with pith,
the people of Jesus, addicted to myth,
have long been known as enemies of Earth



11.15.12

EARTH KEEPER

siphoning off the departed soul of the Hamas leader
was easy, in the melee; the blood-letting orgy of the mid-East
tribal conflict

I didn’t get all the pieces
but I did get a bucketful of panic
and enough hatred to fry a snake

my training finally has kicked in
I am the Earth Keeper of Yakistan
for the blood sacrifice, I’m the man

reduce, reuse, recycle, the motto goes
waste not, want not
Mitt Romney was right—it’s all about the Culture
in the birthplace of Jesus

like a child, I watched
Jesus as he slaughtered the innocents
and like a child I let it go to waste

until he gave me a taste
the chocolate syrup that greases the wheels of this world



11.16.12

HORSE POWER

because the Earth is my Church
it’s also my parking lot
with Angels for valet, it’s hard to find my car!

and so I walk
but I don’t get far
two legs or four?

I morphed into a horse
as result of a curse
a horse with wings
of lightning from a star

“Excalibur!” named from a sword
I vanquish evil with my word



11.17.12

KISSES FROM TIME

looking deeply through the people
I embarrass myself
how empty I’ve become

“I gave at the orifice,” I tell myself
as all their faults and flaws
tumble helter-skelter into my vacuum

a hairpin pierces a button
liquids dance around a thumb

my dog eats cats with more grace
I think he’s a bone-again
fluids drooling from his chin

I pray to the highest vibrations
where the membranes begin to thin
and here come the heart-beats!

one by one I hold them in my hands
like fuzzy mice or ducklings or precious sands
like kisses from Time, like sacred plans



11.19.21

WIND BLOWS RAIN

“all branches and no roots!” she said
“the fruits are my roots!” I barked

elsewhere in the forest a picnic was in play
maids and their mates were making hay

“let’s make a crop-circle!” she said,
puffing her voluminous cheeks

I held up my fingers in the shape of her brains
fir-trees and cedars, maples and ferns
widdershins toothpicks in her winds and my rains

that heart with the arrow, piercing and true
went viral on YouTube for the world to view


11.21.12

IN MY STUDIO

the Bindu mat forms a ‘porch’ for the vortex
oak leaves (black) at the corners
look like little footprints
three toes at the front end, a pecker-head with a squirt
at the rear

the Beast Within (Jesus), when he roars, squats here
his yoni juices the Bindu
this Bindu is the Energy Center
of Yakistan

I place my hands to cover the oak leaves at the far end of the mat
and after Jesus roars, I sit
in the center of the Bindu, to Dream

across the planet in Gaza, the Jews
slaughter some Innocents with their bombs,
while CNN beams their screams into my Dream

my Shaman’s Body transforms the Dream,
streams it into the Bindu where it flows
to the hearts and souls of my city

this morning, after, the sunlight diffracted through my crystal
to send its rainbow to color the end of my dick
11.23.12

TASK OF THE SHAMAN

some people call it the ‘ethers’,
that amniotic fluid that permeates earth and sky
surrounding the Shaman

properly called “The Medicine”,
it naturally occurs in pristine Nature,
inherent in every aspect of the Natural World,
inherent in Spirit,
inherent in the Womb of Pachamama
wherein the Gods are whelped

in the days since Pristine Nature left the Planet,
it has become the task of the Shaman to create anew
this magical tincture that speaks with its own voice



11.24.12

The Knights of Y

with her crotchful of mollusks, my poor wife
drugged me and dragged me to join them
I slept through the entire whoredeal

one by one the Knights-Initiate
fell from her to the right, or to the left, depending

Xolotl or Teotl their fate

stroking my Quetzal wand,
she sang the dawn awake






Wednesday, September 14, 2011

SHAMANIC ASANAS


Concentration Breath

Description:   A deepening of Ujjayi Breath, bringing more force to the vibration in the throat; forming a direct channel through the throat; a feeling of coolness, opening directly into the area of the heart and central chest, behind the sternum; a discernible hisssss deep in the throat, descending into the esophagus.

Preparation:  Feel the coolness of the air as it passes through the first flesh of the nostrils.  Open the upper nasal area, to feel the coolness there.  Lift the back of the upper mouth where it joins the throat, to feel the coolness there, and to open the upper throat.  Force an inhale through the frontal nasal passage, until it vibrates noisily, then accentuate the noisiness as you inhale more strongly and more deeply, continuing louder into the area of the brain.  “Ssssnn00000RRRFF”!  This is called the ‘snorf’.  It is a Stalking maneuver designed to open the personality and relieve inhibitions.  The Concentration Breath occurs at a level beyond inhibition.

Execution:  Upon first entering into an asana, there is a period of exertion, during which the breath is working to bring the body into alignment with the brain, or Intent.  At a certain point, the brain releases its exertion, and the breath is available for a deeper concentration.  The body continues to accommodate itself to the details of the posture, the personality re-emerges, and conscious will can focus more deeply into the breathing. This is called 'catching the breath'.  When you have caught the breath, force it through the open throat, and direct it first into the tops and bottoms of the lungs.  Then open the lower belly, and force the breath directly through the throat into the belly.  Use the breath to expand the pelvic bones; then expand he shoulder bones.  Then force the breath into the back of the neck, and up into the brain.  You'll see how it's done!  Opening into the Concentration Breath shifts the energy into a more unified state, with body and brain linked to the will of the person.  Vision occurs at this point, and it is possible to See into the workings of the muscles as the breath begins to penetrate and link with the energy fields of the muscles.  This vision can extend to all areas of the physical body as the breath penetrates.  At that point the Concentration Breath becomes the Penetration Breath.  This is where the foundation of the Shamanic begins to coalesce.  Spirit begins to take up residence in the flesh in a new way.

Anga Banga

Background:  The fundamental aspect of yogasana is the duality of expansion and contraction; flexion and extension; agonist, antagonist; inhale and exhale; tension and relaxation.  The attitude and personality of the practitioner is the fulcrum upon which these polarities are balanced.  In order to achieve the state of fluidity in mindfulness, these opposites can be controlled to cancel each other out in a state of neutrality, or dynamic tension (“Tensegrity”), where contraction is equal to expansion in the dance of agonist/antagonist engagement and release.  At a certain level of intensity, there is a fiery energy which can be moved throughout the physical body like a spotlight searching a crowd.  This is the mind.  This fire is brought to life by the energy of the Concentration Breath as it penetrates deep into the flesh to the level where flesh is spirit.  This is the Shamanic level.

The intensity of this fire was spoken of in an interview in Yoga Journal some years ago as “anga banga”, or ‘not so good’.  The spirit teachers, however, insist on it.  In the intensity of this burning energy, the spirits are able to fuse themselves into the flesh of the practitioner.  This is the Shamanic level.

Chi Mudra

Chi Mudra develops in the fires of Anga Banga.  The mind of the body, or of the spirits, replaces the mind of the practitioner, inducing a purely spontaneous motion dictated only by the differential between the energies of adjoining muscle groups.  The body is forced into a deliberate, slow flow from engagement to disengagement in response to the needs of the muscles for the energies of the fires.  The feeling of the practitioner is one of exhilaration as the mind releases into pure enjoyment.  As the energy begins to penetrate and open the subtle energy systems of the chakras and the connectors between them, and spirit opens to participation in the dance, the energies become the energies of Tantra.

ASANAS


Tadasana
Any asana can be a Shamanic Asana, once the practitioner accomplishes the Concentration Breath.  Tadasana is a good one to demonstrate several principles of Shamanic engagement in the asanas.

Begin in normal Tadasana, feet hip width apart, body balanced and erect.  Once the mind and breath have settled into the asana, shift into the Concentration Breath and begin to focus directly into the breathing.  Let the eyes close gently.  Concentrate on maintaining balance as you focus the breathing through the various parts of the body.  You will see that each part needs to form a fluid alignment with the rest of the body, as the energy begins to swim in and out with the breathing.  Let the Concentration Breath force the pelvis into separation, so that the weight settles.  Let the feet widen, and toes open to grip the mat.  Let spine and shoulders shift and open as they will, letting the neck support the head in different ways.  Once you are loose and balanced, bring the feet together so that the skin of each foot feels the skin of the other.  This sensation of touch brings the Mental Body into engagement at the level of ‘rasa’, or ‘juice joy’.  The sensuality of the body brings the spirits to life!  (Tantra)

With the eyes closed, the balance is like music.  With the feet together, the entire body must refocus, and realign its relation with the rest of the body in this music.  The weight of each part of the skeleton will follow the Concentration Breath, allowing the skeleton to sing along with a moving melody of flowing energies.

Move the Concentration Breath to the spine, and bring all your faculties to the Atlas and Medulla Oblongata.  This is where the Causal Chakra is located.  (See “Thirteen Chakra System”.)  From a state of floating relaxation, begin to bring energy up the spine to the Causal Chakra, gradually bringing all the muscle groups into increasingly intense engagement.  Use the Concentration Breath to penetrate each area as it engages.  This is the beginning of the anga banga process which engages the chi mudra dance.  Let the body rearrange itself in a languishing, grinding stretch/compression, extension/flexion, with no goal or program.  Enjoy the rasa.
Shamanism is basically Tantra.  As the Chi Mudras progress, the rasa will open into a focused sexuality, and the Shamanic Art of Stalking will introduce you into a theatric encounter with the Self and its relationship with the Psyche.  This is the equivalent to the Tibetan after-death journey through the Bardo plane, wherein the soul encounters the demons and devas which present the tests of passage.  The true nature of the Self will emerge into conscious awareness as the practitioner comes face to face with issues of life and death and morality; fear and inhibition present themselves; each successive journey deepens the engagement with Reality in the world of the Psyche.  This is the realm of Shamanic Transformation.  The secret of the Bardo journey is to never succumb to these encounters.  The clear light of the Self always will emerge at the end, stronger and more focused.  The chimeras and dilemmas of the principles of Ordinary Reality always will retreat to ensnare the next practitioner.

The Bear

From Tadasana, bend forward and place the palms on the floor.  The front legs of the bear are shorter than the rear, which causes an adjustment of the pelvis in humans.  The secret of The Bear is the adjustment it forces in the personality of the practitioner.  With palms on the floor, let the head hang straight down between the arms, and dangle loosely.  Let the gaze focus on the wall behind you.  Notice (Stalk yourself) your feelings and attitudes.  How long does it take for your breath to catch up to the asana?  Let your face puff up and turn red or purple.  Do you lose a little of your dignity?  Relax.  Move the breath through the body.  Let the arms bend as you lower your head toward the floor; go as far as you can, and hold.  Adjust the breathing.  Move into the Concentration Breath.  Let the breath refocus your body into a fluid dynamic, until you push yourself up and arch your back toward the ceiling.  As the Concentration Breath brings fluid energy throughout your physique, notice the relaxation and feeling of openness.  The Bear is a very loving Power Animal.  When he or she comes to you, he will teach you many lessons.  This is a good warm-up for Shamanic Sun Salutation.

Advanced Bear:

The Bear Square

Just as the Bear has four feet, so does the Bear Square.  The Bear taught me this one!  Draw a square at either end of your yoga mat, exactly twenty four inches on each side (two feet); you now have four square feet.  As you step onto the mat, carefully align the outer edges of each foot, and each heel, with the very edges of the end and sides of the mat.  As you bend forward, carefully align the ends of your middle fingers and the sides of your pinky fingers with the forward line on the mat, and the edges.  Precision is one of the Bear’s attributes.  Attention to minute detail becomes essential in Shamanic work.

With your hands and feet carefully aligned with the edges of the square, breathe comfortably until you switch into Concentration Breath.  Let the Bear communicate with you.  Engage the muladhara bandha several times to encourage his presence, and invite him to enter you there.  Notice the energies (rasa) as he penetrates (Tantra).  Use the Concentration Breath to move the rasa throughout your energy system, igniting the energies of your spirit.  Again, the Self and the Psyche become engaged in discourse.  The energies of the asana are designed to force resolution of scruples and qualms at a higher level of Consciousness.  This is the essence of the Shamanic experience.  Let The Bear raise you to the higher levels, so you will be ready for The Tiger.

Tiger Yoga

Depending on the level of your engagement with your Spirit Guides, Tiger Yoga can be an extreme challenge to the Psyche.  This yoga was introduced to me by my Ayami, or Spirit Wife, my ‘Ally’, Marilyn Monroe.  After more than twenty years together, during which she morphed into several of her previous incarnations (the Virgin Mary, the Goddess Durga, among others), she finally forced me to dissolve her into a non-entity, in order to achieve my liberation.  She became “Hoo”, the vocalization of the expulsion of breath in the ecstatic dance of Tiger Yoga.  “Hoooooooo” comes involuntarily during Chi Mudra Singing.  In the Dance with the Tiger, the anga banga flames are so intense that only singing the pain will bring lubrication to the intensity of the engagement.  It can be a terrifying experience!  All manner of evils fill the soul on the wings of the pain fed by the breath, fanned by the evil intent of the Ally.  The Self, the persona, is destroyed, lost, abandoned (“Relax; abandon yourself; fear nothing”—don Juan, in Castaneda’s works).  As the ‘little smoke’ wears off, things return to normal, sort of….

The Zipper

Looking for a way to strengthen my back muscles in preparation for returning to Head Stand (“getting back to yoga” is one of the most important asanas, as any oldster can tell you!), I came across an article in Yoga Journal online.  It recommended strengthening the ‘serratus anterior’ muscles, at the front of the rib cage, adjacent to the abs.  By raising the back above the level of the shoulders during Plank and Staff, as you move through the Sun Salutation, you engage the serratus anterior along the front of your torso.  You can tell right away that it works on your back as well.

During Tiger Yoga, I found myself into an impossible backbend twist, on the verge of serious injury, and I thought to engage the serratus anterior as a buttress to support the twist.  Marilyn Monroe mentioned I should engage the ‘serratus posterior’ (Is there such a thing? I thought…).  In an instant, I found the muscles along either side of the spine, along the tailbone, up the neck, and down to the heels, all engaging together as my heels clicked together in a military salute.  The process felt exactly like zipping up a zipper.  I was able to engage both front and back simultaneously, and went into a marvelous arching backbend, with grace and ease (at 68 years old!). 

Later I discovered that Sun Salutation was greatly augmented through what I had learned in The Zipper.  By focusing on the heel click, I began to be able to bring a whole new dimension to The Plank, The Staff, and even to forward bends and back bends.

Smoker’s Cough
There is an abysmal downside to working with the Allies.  As don Juan Matus told Carlos, they are like our cousins in a way; they are not our friends!  The good thing about this is that it forces the apprentice to be impeccable.  (I say impeccable with a slur—there is such a thing as being too tight!  This work needs impeccability with a lot of slack, and a large dose of humor, not to mention courage, and the delight of controlled folly.)  And I should mention that conventional yoga-thought errs hideously on the ‘too tight’ side.

The powers of the Allies are beyond imagining.  The Boxer Day tsunami of 2004, which inundated Indonesia and Phuket Island, was caused by an earthquake which occurred as a result of Marilyn Monroe’s reaching deep into the universe to grab a blob of color for the face of God in a painting she helped me execute on the 14th anniversary of our first meeting (the day after Xmas, 1990).  That blob of color later appeared on television as ‘the brightest event ever recorded in the universe’.  Which is remarkable in itself, but the point is that after everybody died there, Jesus took me with him to harvest the souls of the departed. 

I was aghast.  Jesus swooped like a shark in a shoal of sardines, scarfing up the souls ravenously, greedily, rudely, ruthlessly.  I just couldn’t believe it!  But the journey was rough on me, as well.  A few days later, I came down with a lung infection.  I was pissed!

I have to say that what I have learned about Jesus is not good.  But a few years later, after I had lived with diminished lung function, he volunteered some relief during a yoga session.  Since I’ve smoked marijuana since 1967 on a daily basis, my lungs are not pristine, but they have never given me any trouble, until that infection.  Sometimes, during intense forward bends or chest compression asanas, the stress on the lung compartment forces a cough to clear the passages.  During one of these moments, Jesus showed me a way to spread the cough to far corners of the lungs, so that I could reach the congestion remaining after that infection.  He is called the Great Healer, but this is the only time he ever did anything remotely in line with his reputation!

Now that I’m doing Tiger Yoga more than Hatha Yoga, I find that compression of the chest much more frequently.  It is very helpful and therapeutic to employ the Smokers’ Cough during intense moments.  The intensity helps to reach more deeply into the lungs, and I have learned to work the cough into the melody of the Chi Mudra Singing.

Armadillo

Begin in Child's Pose (Balasana): Drop to vajrasana, knees on floor, sitting on heels; bend forward to prayer position, forehead on floor, arms outstretched in front of you.  Position and reposition any part of your body which doesn't feel perfectly comfortable.  As you 'catch your breath' (begin to enter into conscious breathing), you will notice an easing in various parts of the body --(see CONCENTRATION BREATH).  As you follow the breathing, you will enter into your body, and your mind will relax as it deals with the aches and pains within you.  Just keep repositioning any part of the body which doesn't feel right, and keep breathing directly into the stiffness.  You'll get the hang of it quickly.  After a time, you will notice the entire body feels great.  You can get up.  Do this any time you get depressed or uptight!

Many days in a Shaman’s life are not normal.  I am frequently called to journey to dank, dark, ugly places in the universe of the psyche, to perform debilitating and disgusting tasks.  I often confront massive doses of ‘ama’ (Shamanic ama is a vibrational evil, like soot; compared to conventional yogic ama, which is undigested food in the intestines.), and am called on to transform vaporous, cosmic situations with nothing but the goodness of my humanity.  These journeys come on me as a feeling; call it ‘bi-polar’.  I’m feeling down, got the blues, can’t move, have to lie down on the yoga floor for hours or days at a time, while the situation works itself into something I can identify.  Sometimes I have to go into Child’s Pose as a protection.  But my body tightens up like an armadillo rolled into a ball.  My back becomes a shell, but more importantly, my vitals are protected inside me; the compression forces the ama out of my guts, and the agni generated by my clenched fists pressed into my solar plexus serves to recharge my ayni, or ‘right relation’. 

Many times I use the Armadillo to begin my evening asana sessions.  It serves to collect my energies from the stresses of the Rolling Force of the day.  Combined with the Concentration Breath, the Armadillo can often become a complete workout, if you define workout as the total unification of the energies into a harmoniously free flux within the entire psycho-physical-spiritual system.

Stalking

Not all Shamanic Asanas are physical postures.  Since the Shaman’s world is the world infused with Spirit, many things occur on a non-physical level.  Castaneda’s practice of Stalking (paired with Dreaming) is an absolutely vital skill.  It’s one of those things that become second nature.  Waking and sleeping form a continuity which is an act of Stalking.  The Shaman is perpetually in this asana.  It is held in the awareness at the point where normal asana breathing becomes the Concentration Breath.  Through Stalking practice, this moment becomes prolonged in perpetuity, as a habitual way of life.  The first lesson in Stalking, as I teach it, is to follow the energies of the phases of the moon.  These energies are with us at all moments, forever in time.  Holding the attention on these energies lengthens the sine wave of our awareness.  In this expanded mode, many subtle things become discernable.  Many things can be achieved by seizing that “cubic centimeter of chance”, as don Juan calls it.

If you need to ‘get back to yoga’, it is much easier to choose a moment at the beginning or end of a lunar cycle, when the energies can support a change in your daily routine.

“Drinking The Blues Away”

Please—please banish that attitude about alcohol!  Hypocritical idiots want to control your mind!  If you are serious about your path, you will realize that you have the ability to control what happens to you, and that nothing the idiots say, think or feel is of any importance whatsoever, except as a potent source of that ama which plagues the world.  Once you know the world of Spirit, truly, in the way a Shaman knows the world of Spirit, you know that alcoholism is a disease of a broken spirit.  Strengthen your spirit.

In those down times when I am entering that amorphous realm of ambiguity which houses some evil as yet unrevealed, there is no yogic technique that does what a couple of beers will do.  Sometimes I go through six packs daily for weeks on end, just sitting with a beer and some chips.  In Ayurveda, the three doshas are treated in a certain way, dictated by the yogic view of reality.  A Shaman uses the doshas in a different way.  Slouched in my chair with beer and chips and sausage, I am generating high levels of kapha.  Shamanic concentration burns kapha.   A couple of brews will put me into ‘First Gear’; downshifting from normal puts you into a place of Power.  Things become very clear in a way that nothing else can approximate.  Sometimes it is necessary to hold this pose for days or weeks.  The fuel of my kapha diet is the only thing that will sustain me through this work.  When the work culminates, usually with a change of the moon, I move effortlessly to my normal, more yogic fare.  (Following the lunar energies through their changes month to month is a very good training for following the flux of the changes of events in the world of Spirit.)

A Shaman’s quarters provide a home for The Medicine.  My work has been to build the Medicine Energies in and around my apartment in Yakima’s barrio since I moved in five years ago.  The Medicine Energies are an intelligence formed of the sacred energies of the planet, augmented by an enhanced natural environment charged with the Power of the Shaman’s Way.  Five years ago these energies were dead; the place was home to Devil Worshipers.  Now the Medicine houses a number of Gods from the world’s religions, and often speaks directly to me with advice or information.  It is through my osmosis with The Medicine that I gain the knowledge of what is causing me to drink so much beer.  In this manner, I am able to bring healing to the entire Yakima Valley.  Vortexes open in response to my drumming.  Major karmic changes occur in response to my Shamanic Interventions.  While other Shamans are using ayahuasca or peyote, my beer and marijuana are busy making changes all around me.  The energies and concentration I have developed through my decades of yoga practice and Shamanic integration with the Universe have helped to uncover and break up a number of unseemly ploys of the spirits.  One recent ploy, dating from pre-Sphinx Egypt, involved the human sacrifice behind the shooting in Tucson of Representative Gabby Giffords.  (see my blog “Human Sacrifice” on Blogger)