THE END OF MY INITIATION AS A SHAMAN

When I first moved into my apartment in Yakima, I buried my extra house key beside a post in the cyclone fence at the east edge of the crushed gravel parking lot.  After a few years, in which I had not  needed the spare key, I decided to dig it up, just to check it.  I dug and dug, but never found it.

On July 19, 2013, I experienced a heart attack while walking around Myron Lake.  I had been drinking beer for breakfast for weeks, and stuffing myself with corn chips, and I could feel the congestion in my chest cavity.  The heart attack was severe enough to scare me, but I was able to control it with my yoga breathing and energy manipulations.  For a few days, my chest was in strong discomfort, with pinging chest pains.  After a while, I began to realize another aspect to these energies.  I could sense the presence of Marilyn Monroe.

Since I have no medical coverage, I continued my gem elixir and yoga treatments and went on about my business.  The chest pains continued.  Soon, they became more and more pronounced, until they began to seem like messages in Morse Code.  I knew it was MM teasing me.

On March 3, I had another attack.  This time, I could feel the pain going up my aorta.  I could see into my chest, where there was a blue glow all around the area of the aorta.  This was the fifth anniversary of my mother’s death.  I began to sense a purpose to these attacks. 

My mother came to visit me, in company with Marilyn Monroe.  She had grown into her identity with Queen Nefertiti, my Master Teacher.  Together, they showed me the secret of my very much unexpected birth.

At sixteen years old, my mother, first of three children, had seduced her father and became with child.  Later, with the birth of this first child, her uterus had been rendered inoperative.  Years later, she had married my father, and for six years, they were childless.  And then I came along.  After this birth, the uterus was removed.

As a child, I had received hints about the existence of my older brother, but it wasn’t until just a few years ago that I began to understand that I wasn’t her only offspring.  By that time, I was two decades into my Initiation as a Shaman, and living in Yakima.

The visit from the spirit of my mother turned out to be the beginning of the end of my Initiation as a Shaman.  It had been twenty two years and 99 days since the beginning on the day after Xmas in 1990.

A few days passed, and I was outside checking the yard, when I looked down to the dirt of the alley, a few feet from my blossoming stand of hollyhocks.

“That’s my house key!” I said.  I took it from its little Ziploc and checked it in the door.  It worked.  I think this was the first time Marilyn Monroe had dematerialized an object for me.

Shortly after that experience, I decided to dig up the Master Crystal and some other stones used by Jesus and Nefertiti as they worked to realize the agenda we had cooked up in ancient Egypt, concerning the birth and rebirth of Jesus.  The soul of Jesus had been modeled after that of Peta Amen Apt, priest of the High Temple in Ancient Egypt.  In the first days of my Initiation as a Shaman, they had pointed out his name in a footnote in the Egyptian Book of the Dead.  Peta worked with me for several years, and eventually broke my typewriter.

As my Initiation had been dragging along for so many years, without any sense that I was acquiring the powers expected of a ‘real’ Shaman (as opposed to the current flood of Shamanic Practitioners –no slight intended…), I began to suspect that the Master Crystal was key to an agenda that was being concealed from me.  After the experiences which began with the attempted assassination of Congresswoman Gabby Giffords in January 2011, in which I played a key role, and was introduced to the secrets of the human sacrifice as it is practiced today, I came to a time when I began to experience the creation of my Nagual.

The Nagual, or ‘double’, is a projection from the yoni (loin area) of Shamans of South and Central America.  It is often a Jaguar.  My Nagual was actually Jesus, who appeared as the little black dog Xolotl, Lord of the Underworld, who immediately morphed into a giant Anaconda, which I was able to watch as he slithered out into the world and traveled toward Seattle, and then south, and then all over the place, leaving a trail of nationally televised disasters and assassinations.   By this time it had become apparent to me that I had been expected to groom Jesus for his return in the Second Coming.  I had been shown the symbol of a cross, with not one but two crosspieces.  I termed this the Double Cross.

By this time I had become thoroughly convinced that my youthful distaste for and distrust of Jesus and the Christian religion had been entirely correct.  I was not willing to be party to the sorts of lies and deceptions, heinous practices and ruinations of the living planet, which I had experienced to be at the core of this agenda.  It had become obvious that I had evolved, spiritually, along with the planet, but that my spirits had not.  So I had buried the Master Crystal and others, in the sacred grove of the garden at the west edge of the parking lot.  Again, I dug and dug, but the crystals were no longer there.  Then other things began to disappear.

Over the years since the Giffords massacre, I had been having intense battles with Jesus.  I found I was able to actually engage him in combat, and was able to prevail.  His method of dealing with me over the years had so infuriated me, that I had successively grown stronger and stronger, until his provocations finally succeeded in crystallizing the totality of the energies of my own spirit.  It took me many years to finally break through the sociological and cultural conditioning that made me feel I needed to be somehow subservient to the Great Holy Ones.  After each battle, I would recover, go on with my days, and have some remorse.  I would rationalize that it was possible to co-exist with this agenda which was so anathema to me; that I should behave myself and not fly off the handle….  And it was settled.  And then my spirit would rise up and say, “No Way!”

Until finally, the Initiation had ended.  It took me a few months to test the situation, but it seems to have actually morphed into what I call my “Apprenticeship”.  I  am now the apprentice of the Medicine Energies which I have built up in my yard and apartment during the seven years I’ve lived here.  My Medicine has spread from my apartment to the others in the fourplex, and to the neighbors.  We have become a small community.  Plants from my garden are now the beginnings of gardens for each of the other tenants, and the neighbors.  Friendships have formed, and each tenant has found new interests and a revitalized life.

Meanwhile, I am still tracking the activities of my Nagual.  The first really significant feat that the Nagual has accomplished is the replacement of the Pope of the Catholic Church with a new Pope, Francis, who is known as a champion of the poor and downtrodden.  At first, I was deeply annoyed that after giving my life to this aborted ploy to bring the Jesus back to life, all he could manage to do was change the Pope.  But I mellowed out, after some time.

The second feat that he has accomplished is more to my liking.  As we have our roots in ancient Egypt, I was very pleased that he was able to bring a change to the elected government in Egypt, and remove the heavy-handed Morsi government, with its Islamist agenda.  While I have not had the opportunity during my Initiation to do much work with individuals, it recently occurred to me that I would be able to exert some power over the Gods of the Abrahamic Religions, and by starting at the top, begin to bring some changes to the way these religions treat this magical planet we all share, which is the mother and birthplace of the Gods themselves.

The past few months have given me some hope that I will be able to rehabilitate at least some aspects of my life.  I am actually enjoying the process of losing my teeth as I age.

DAGAJI AT WORK

ASTRASANA

I spent the better part of the 1970s writing dream poems.  I would get up in the morning, get out of the house, and walk the mile to the Continental Cafe on University Way in Seattle, where I would sit at my table in the back corner, with my coffee and Danish, and write the poem from last night's dream.  I wrote in standard free verse form for a long time, and then switched to prose poems.  At a writer's conference in Napa, California, the poet (later Poet Laureate of the US) Robert Hass, after reading my manuscript, told me, "After reading some of these pieces, I stopped reading critically, and began to read for what I could learn from this poet."  In one of those poems, the yoga posture in the photo above was given to me.  I was a star fallen splat to the earth.  After I entered into Shamanship in 1990, I proceeded in my trance work to a point where I moved from my trance chair to the yoga floor.  When I got to Yakima in 2006, I began a project which culminated in Jesus becoming my Nagual (projection from my loins).  During the many trance tasks which were necessary to perform this ploy, my trances were all during the waking, walking around in daily life state of consciousness.  But the energy consumed in these trances, having to negotiate daily life and trance life at the same time, caused me to spend many hours a day, for days on end, lying on the yoga floor in astrasana, either asleep or in a deep drowse.

Astrasana has amazing benefits.  Nothing teaches you like the floor.  My yoga mat is 60" x 90", canvas painted with latex house paint both sides.  Beneath it is the carpet and an electric blanket covered by other canvas mats, so that it is firm but comfortable, and warm enough in winter.  The hardness of the floor supports each part of the skeletal frame uniformly, so that the non-uniform structure of the bones becomes evident.  Using the Concentration Breath, each part of the skeleton can be manipulated into contraction or relaxation, in an evenly controlled rhythm.  This manipulation brings the Mental Body deeply and thoroughly into yug (union) with the physical body.  This union (yoga) allows the body to become an extension of the mind and the entire energy field becomes a mechanism of perception and awareness.

The heart area is opened, and each of the chakras is open and in relaxation.  Raising arms and legs, or moving them in any direction shifts the flow of the chi, and Chi Mudras can begin to manipulate the physical body.  Any time you feel like it, you can roll over and watch TV.  (This style of yoga developed when I one day realized I would never develop a home practice if I didn't get out of my chair to watch TV!)

The belly position is called the Missionaryasana.  For those in Earth Centered disciplines, this pose brings obvious benefits.

'MR. MOONSHINE' IN MY DREAMS

This New Moon seems to be a 'cutting' moon; I'm reminded of the scimitar, the sickle and the scythe.  My dreams showed me a young man made of moonlight.  He had the same glow as the Man in the Moon, whom I had met earlier.  But he was obviously a 'new' moon man.  He was very slender, very pale, but very male.  He was interacting with a moonlight woman, older than he, and was warned away.  He had a message for me.

Over the weekend, I met three young people, all new to Yakima, all in the startup phase of their businesses.  I was very much impressed with the beauty and quality of their light.  They were obviously people of spiritual gifts, reinforced with a practice of some sort.  It was the opening of a Tai Chi studio. I enjoyed chatting with them for a while, and then the energies began to grow.  I found myself picking up a small pyramid described as an 'orgone' tool.  As I turned it over, I noticed very active energies in the base.

I pointed the base of the pyramid at the heart center of one of the young women.  Her chest energies began to heave, with visible undulations, and she turned away from the energies, as I immediately turned the energies away from her.  I pointed it at her male companion, but he seemed unaffected.  I could see great energies in his hands.

I put the pyramid back where I found it, and we continued our conversation.  The young woman had told me, when we were introduced, that she was looking for a Shaman to teach her.  She had been told that she had been a shaman in a past life.  I could see that this was true.  Soon other people came in the door, so our conversation was interrupted.

When we were able to resume our discussion, my Shamanic persona took control of me.  I told them that I was going to present them with a display of my energies.  It doesn't take long for my Shamanic energies to have an effect on people, so I wanted to give them a demonstration while there was still time for my introduction to make sense to their OSC.

I just started telling them about how I became a Shaman.  I told them what I had to tell them, and said that they should just let it rest in them for some days, and think about how it had affected them.  I then said my goodbyes and began to leave.  As I left the office of the owner, I noticed that the young couple were curled up together on the floor, in the corner, apparently drained of energies.  They were no longer shining!

I wanted them to know in their energy bodies what it is like to enter the energies of the Shaman.

The work that I have to do with people when I work with them begins with getting them to understand that their energy bodies are not able to withstand my energies, regardless of their training and practice.  I am a Nagual Shaman.  (This does not refer to the 'nagual' as it manifests in the 'Toltec' cult of don Miguel Ruiz.)

My energy body was very much alive this morning, as the North Wind came along to begin the work of stripping the leaves from the trees.  When I speak of the 'moods' of the moon, this is what I'm talking about.  The energy body interacts with the weather,  as the weather interacts with the phase of the moon.  The energies of the trees and vortexes all resonate with the same energies.  It is a 'Medicine' concert.  As my energies opened in the early morning darkness,  I was able to open into the Voice of the Dream.

It is not so much a speaking voice, but an energetic telling of what was encoded in the dream.  As I entered into the New Moon energy field, I also opened the energy packet I had received from the young people in the Tai Chi studio.  The Moon Man was telling me that I should give them instruction in the "Expense Account".

All three are in the beginnings of their businesses, and new to Yakima.  But they have been here long enough to know how hard things can be here.

My task is to convince people that they need to 'tighten up' their life path, in order to save and protect their energies when they work with me, in particular, but also so that they can be assured of a safe journey in the years to come, by foregoing some of the carelessness that is inherent in the OSC (Ordinary State of Consciousness), and adopting the protocols of Shamanic Ritucharya and Shamanic Dinacharya, the seasonal and daily tasks required to bring the proper 'tightness' to the lifepath.

This is the first assignment for anyone wishing to study with me.  I ask that they bring the materials of their Expense Account to the first session.  It takes three moon cycles to begin this work, so get started today!

First, ask for and save the receipt for each and every penny you spend.  Keep the receipts in an envelope for each month.

List on a piece of paper, yes, paper! all these expenditures.  Everything.  Make vertical columns for the various types of expenditure.

Make a horizontal column for each day in the month.

Add up the totals for the month at the bottom of each column, for each and every type of expenditure.

Make a new Expense Account spread sheet for each month.

You will notice that things get out of hand somewhat, as the Holidays approach.  At the same time, Winter descends on us.  Each month is a new season, with new and different types of expenditures.  As in observing the lunar cycles, the Expense Account serves to extend and expand and deepen your attention span, and your attitude toward the Sacredness of Life increases and deepens.

If you are in a relationship, you will notice that most arguments stem from disagreements of one sort or another, with one common denominator being money.  If you have your money under control, it is much easier to control your attitudes and emotions.  This is one of the best entry points into the Yogic 'niyama' of Svadhyaya, or self knowledge.  Pennies are the cells of the self.  The Expense Account is the pranayama of the cash flow.  Mr. Moonshine wants you to know this, at this time.

SIGN OF THE DOUBLE CROSS: JESUS' RETURN

A while back, I posted that Jesus had left my body in the form of my Nagual projection, a tiny black dog named XOXOLOTL, the Aztec Lord of the Underworld in the Post-Christian era; upon which he became a huge green and black Anaconda, and slithered off into the underworld to do his stuff.  It was my plan that rather than return as most of us imagine he might, in some glorious manner, he actually earn his reincarnation like the rest of us.  My twenty years of living with him as a resident inside my body had convinced me that he was not a person I wanted to put in charge of anything!  I found him to be an abomination.  All the worst things we have noted about his religion were manifest in the person who had attached himself to me.

I had hoped that I was done with him.  Although I realized that was unlikely!  Nevertheless, the intervening time has been very welcome.  What a relief to have him not be a presence in my person, shouting "OUCH!" every time he got excited, and sucking my precious energies.  I wondered how long it would last.

This morning, 10.12.2012, I was breaking in some crystals given to me some time ago by a friend.  They had been in quarantine, until their energies were compatible with the Medicine Energies in my studio.  A few days ago, they came out of quarantine.  They proved to be very powerful.

This morning they brought delicious arousal to my genital region, where my ceremonies usually begin their adventure up through the chakras of the Medicine.  As my total bodily awareness began to open with the energies, out came the "ouch!", more subdued than in the past.  I was quite high, but not unaware that something untoward might be happening.  In these instances, there is nothing to be done but continue to the end of the ceremony, and wait to see what comes next.  It sometimes takes days.

As I sat in my vortex, I wondered if Buddha would return, as he had left the vortex with Jesus and Quetzalcoatl.  I did not expect Quetzalcoatl to return, for some reason.  I went through my usual seated forward bend, during which I arrange the energies throughout my body via the compression of my intestines, heart and lungs, and the way this compression forces the energies out through my ribcage and shoulders to open up the upper assemblage point, and through the pelvis to open up the lower assemblage point.

After a few repetitions, I felt much better, and heard a message from Jesus:  "Maybe I did it; for the whole earth!"

As I was wondering what he had done, I came to a realization.  For several years, my meditations have been replaced by a long series of endless disconnected scenes, as if from a video, showing various persons in various places doing various things, all in black and white, and with no connection to myself or to each other.  I really miss my meditations!  These views, I realized, were what Jesus was seeing wherever he was.  I had thought it might be Marilyn Monroe, but after noticing the tone of today's communication from Jesus, I could See that his statement was of the same vibration as these images.

And then, while not in meditation, I was shown a number of black and white glyphs, symbols for his new religion; various applications of the Double Cross, and treatments of several Power Animals and other things.  Very clean and powerful artistry!  When I came out of it, I couldn't remember them all with any precision, but sketched a couple for my notebook log.

Later in the day, after I had had time to reflect, I realized that none of this had anything to do with me, or the things I believe in and cherish about my work, -- especially the work I've been doing since he ejected.

I reject his agenda and everything I know about this person.  I have my own agenda, and I believe it serves me and the 'whole earth' better than anything I've experienced from the Jesus who was with me for so long.

There's no way to guess how this might all turn out, so I'll just continue to do what I do, and blog it if I'm able.

I'm always open to comments and/or questions!

Namaste, Dagaji

JESUS COMES HOME FOR EASTER

Jesus has become my Nagual-- a projection from my loins, as is common among Shamans of the Amazon regions.  This happened a few months ago, when he slid forth from my loins as a little dirty black dog, and then morphed into a huge anaconda.  He headed straight for the delta of the Nisqually River, which comes down from Mt. Rainier into Puget sound between Seattle and Tacoma.  This region is home of Fort Lewis/McCord.  Immediately, a soldier from that base in Afghanistan murdered 17 Afghani civilians.  Jesus continued on a killing spree until yesterday.

"AUMAKUA"
The Anaconda Nagual drinking at the river.

I received a package in the mail containing some unique crystals.  I had 'seen' a small black object in the box, but it was not there when I opened it.  But a few moments later, Jesus spoke to me in a very tiny, shy voice:  "Hi, Bobo!"  That is one of the names he uses for me.  That was just before the Full Moon on the 6th.
I had buried Jesus and the rest of my Allies a week or so earlier, hoping to finally get rid of them.  I was distressed that it didn't seem to have worked!  (There is a collection of quartz crystals and other semi-precious stones that we have used throughout the twenty years of my Initiation as a Shaman.  Each carries the identity of one of my Allies, and the large Record Keeper carries the agenda of the Return of the Christ, based on a ploy initiated in the days before the Sphinx, in ancient Egypt.  I had cancelled that ploy, after having lived with Jesus for twenty years; it was obvious that the ploy had not envisioned the changing of the times, and that Jesus had failed to adapt to the Post-Christian Paradigm.)  So my years have been filled with battles between me and my Allies, Jesus, Marilyn Monroe, Nefertiti, and others.  I think I am gaining the upper hand, but who knows.

So I have had many encounters with various Deities, Gods, Goddesses, Divinities, and none of them has brought me the qualities I've been looking for.  I refuse to associate myself with inferior Pathways.  I finally came upon the Huna description of the Self, as composed of Higher Self (Aumakua), the Shadow Self, or subconscious, (Unihipili), and the personal self (Uhane).  I've been working for some months to get to know my Aumakua.  On Easter Sunday, I decided to make a painting to bring him into the Medicine.  I meditated and pondered for some time, but no image came to mind.

I decided to resort to my old style of painting, the Surrealist technique of "Automatic Drawing".  This technique brings out elements of the Unihipili, which is home of the Spirit Guides.  Marilyn Monroe and I used this technique for years to do paintings and drawings but I abandoned it when I was exiled to Yakima, and began to attempt to rid her from my life.

Using fingerpainting technique, I scumbled paint across a canvas I've been using to depict the male deities.  This brought out a unique GAZING PATTERN.  After an hour or so, the image popped into the scumble.

The head of the Anaconda can be seen in the lower center of the canvas.  He is at the bank of the river, just reaching down to take a drink.  The body is just barely visible as a line toward the left of the canvas, just above the head.  The water is below, a field of lighter hue, filling the lower right portion, with lily pads and weeds.

Above the creek bank is jungle growth, with a small bird perched in upper left, back toward the viewer, semi-circle dark band on his downward pointing tail.

"So this is my Aumakua!" I whined.  No wonder I have such a messed-up life!  I once sought healing from a woman named Leta Rose, in the Shoreline District just north of Seattle.  Marilyn Monroe had been giving me migraines in the right part of my skull.  As the healer placed her hands on my head, I could hear her guides tell her, "Screw him!  He's the Jew!"  Many other times, I've had people take an instant dislike to me,  for no reason that I could discern.  Now I know that many people can See, and what they See when they See me, is Jesus, in some form or other.

What we learn when we learn what we learn is not always what we want to learn!

I have to give credit to the recent Despacho Ceremonies from Karen Chrappa, for initiating several months of very deep learning experiences for me.

Projecting The Nagual

this is a trial post. Just want to see if I can get it right. More later