Beyond the Human Experience

 

It is a good idea when traveling in the dream/non-ordinary reality to look through eyes that are billions of years old. Who’s eyes are these you may ask? Your eyes! Yes I mean it. Oh I know that you may think you are only four life times old but I strongly suspect that you’ll find that you are much more than that and here’s a news flash most of those lives are from other galaxies and over universes. Man is so “It is all about me.”

It’s laughable really to think that we live only for 70 years on a planet that is billions of years old in a universe that is trillions of years old. Everything on this planet grows dies grows again to do the same thing again. Oh I know what you’re saying “but it’s not the same, Duende. It’s a different thing each time.” Hello that’s my point (simple as it is) but really 70 years of humanity, or our spirit? Let go of the shell and isn’t then easy to imagine many life times. Let go of the form of what you would transform into and then is it possible? Let go of the human experience and enter the imagination and think of the limitless possibilities and what do you see?

Duende (c)

The Great War of the Fairies

Four thousand years ago man and fairies, elf’s, sprites, pixies, and the rest of the magic realm lived in harmony with together. Until man found the secret metal that would kill fairy and magic folk forever and so man pulled bronze from the ground and created a sword letting it turn green over time. It was the green metal that was most deadly to the Fairy and magic folk.

Why did man want to disrupt the communion that had lasted over millennium? It was the time of the great forgetting, a time when peoples where beginning to change and seem to be in walking sleep. These people had begun to stop dreaming and believing in the imagination. They were unhappy by nature, weak to influences of the ether of the soul takers the great pretenders who would in habit the bodies of men and women. The great pretenders would do unmentionable things for fun, then leave quickly and go to another and another piggy backing souls without ever having consequence.

The great pretenders where always their within the non-ordinary reality/the dream time but could be dealt with quickly and stop because the Fairy and magic folk new the spells to keep them restrained. Then came a time when the spells no longer worked, it was prophesied by the “BrotherHood of the White Shoaled Women.” This is what would happen: The realm had told the Fairy and magic folk long before that this would occur, and they called it the “Age of the Walking Dead.” They went further to say that any sort of magic would be sot out, stamped out, burned and buried. It would be like a plaque that would cover the world. The Black Robes, the great pretenders would fall from the sky to in habit those who forgotten the dream and then they would carry these souls to the valley of death with the glow of the green sword.

After the metal had turn green the great pretenders called to arms and raise an army of the walking dead against the Fairy and magic folk.  And they met in a valley to create death between humanity and magic which where one in the same. The green swords glowed in the morning light and blood flowed filling the valley floor. Bodies and bodies of little people fell that day as the great pretenders marched into the very spirit of all knowing. The great pretenders where sent from the network of creation but the little people new little of the war between the gods, they just fought for there lives for there right to be a part of many things.

Those of the Fairy realm who where still standing that day wept at the sit of there brethren on the valley floor and they step back into the ether away, away from the sight of all men forever until today. They changed and shifted aided by the animals and trees which they new best, escaped unfound becoming the hunted.  Scattered to the four corners of the globe they fled not daring to meet in the open, or in groups of more than three and they waited for the second prophesy by the realm of the “Brotherhood of the White Shawled Women”; The little ones would come with great magic and begin to light a fire, to light the fire of hope, not one but two to three of hundreds, not big but small. And the Fairies and the magic folk waited forever and until today, forever until today and now they come out from the ether for the time of great change. Now they come from the shadows of the forest to help the dreamers dream to dance a new way. The dance of fire beginnings under smoldering ground, impossible to see but its there, oh yes its there and soon hope will thunder the sky with flight of fire with infectious knowing, it the time for the golden age…that is what they say, that is what they say. You can here them whisper it in the forests.

Duende (c)

Rocks Talk

Marlene pushed in the video tape.  The first was about the witch hunts.  It was fascinating. The effects on me were mild.  The second video tape was about the Hopi Indian prophecies.  It was obviously a home made video.  The camera sat in one position the whole time.  I was riveted to the screen.  There was a man speaking to people, that was all it was.  He stood there talking.  I kept rubbing my eyes.  It seemed like they were playing tricks on me.  This man had a blue hue around his forehead.  Not something I usually see.   I've heard people can see stuff like aura's but it wasn't very usual for me.  I checked with Marlene.  She couldn't see it.  Lee Brown continued talking.  The more he spoke the more I realized I knew everything he was saying.  Nothing sounded new.  I had been told it on the day I lay on the tree from the voices from the sky.  From inside.  I knew what this man was telling me was absolute truth.  My mouth dropped to the floor.  Lee spoke for almost an hour or more.  When I first started watching if you asked me about anything that was going to be said, I would have told to you that I didn't know anything from nothing about Native stuff.  That's what it was to me.  Stuff.  Until now.  Now it was more than stuff.  I was hearing old words only I thought I knew.  Things that happen that I would hear in my heart but thought it was all in my imagination.  The only times when anything First Nations had touched my life was when the people who built the house in Bayridges had dug up some old native burial site.  They had left the bones under the stairs in the basement.  The same basement I spent going to sleep in all the time.

The next time it entered my life was when I was  9 years old in Penetanguishene.  My father took me out to a Archaeological dig sight that he was helping on. (He had his fingers in many pies)  He was elected to bring the bones to our house to keep them safe until the Professor from the University of Toronto would pick them up.  Again Native bones sat in my house for an extended period of time. (I did a lot of sleeping in that house.  More than humanly normal.  I have all my life.)  So here I was knowing.  The film ended and I began to cry.  Marlene consoled me.  My body spasmed.  My eyes closed.  I started to talk like a Native old woman.  It was then that I first met "White Feather."

She spoke of watching me grow up.  Of being there a long time.  She continued to say that I was to go south to the land of the big rock.  Her words were very strong.  I sat letting her speak.  I didn't hear much. ( I mostly hear most of what’s being said then forget it shortly there after.  I can hear it.  I can't always retain it unless it pertains to me.) White Feather spoke of many things.  She talked mostly to Marlene to tell me that I was to be a part of a realm, not part of any group.  Groups were not something that she suggested were healthy for me.  "Tell the little one to be a part of a realm, not part of a group."

I left Nina's mothers place with a sizable chuck of amethyst which was geometrically opposed.  Two completely different shaped stones existing in the same crystal. Marlene gave it to me saying.  " John, this is what I think you're searching for. It represents to me balance.  Two opposites together but in unison.  I think it’s what you're searching for,  so I'm giving this to you now.""

Dream Walker fined the women.  Find the natives of your land."  Sky voices swept before the front of a breaking storm.

"Dad ", I said.”I’ve got to meet women and Natives."  He extracted a number from his phone book.  "I'll do you one better, John.  Here’s a number of a Native Women.”

I phoned Pinache and we decided to meet the next day down at a coffee shop in town.  The next morning I was up and adam, off out of my room when a voice came from the rock. "Take me with you."  I checked the room for the voice.  "Who was that?"   "It’s me the rock, take me with you."  "Rocks don't talk."   "Yes they do.  Take me with you."  "No, rocks can't talk."  "You need to take me with you."  I was getting aggravated. I was hurrying to get out the door and this rock was trying to convince me it talked.  "NO, ROCKS CAN'T TALK.!   Besides don't tell me what to do.  You're a rock.  You aren't supposed to be able to talk."  I picked up my knapsack as I bolted towards the front door.  I was just about to shut the door when I heard again. "Take me with you. You'll be sorry."  I turned about face went down stairs and put the rock in my bag that Marlene had given me.  Not believing that I actually listened to a very smug rock.  I mean it was the only way I could shut it up. When I arrived in the cafe I placed the knapsack behind the chair.  Pinache appeared soon after.  We were in mid-discussion (I had no clue why I was talking to her) when I heard a voice. I couldn't be sure who it was.  I checked my knapsack.  It was still there.  We kept talking.  I hear a voice again which again makes me look over to my knapsack.  I reach down surrendering  to the rock that talks.  I push the stone across to Pinache.  "My friend would like to know what this stone means to you?"  She is profoundly touched.  She takes a deep breath and explains that she prayed to the crystal mountain (the night before) to give her a sign that everything she had been through was real. Before her was a sign that what she had asked for had come.  She spent a little time holding the rock that talks.  Pinache push the stone back across the table. I put it back into her hands.  "This is your gift", I said. "I told myself that when I first meet your people I would give you a gift.  It’s not mine, it’s yours please take it with all my heart."  She held the rock. "John, I too have a gift for you.”  Three weeks later Pinache handed me what she called a Thunderbird Drum, made by her brother and given to her, given to me from the Objibwa peoples.  I didn't know what I had received completely.  I did now it was very strong.  I had now idea how to play it.  "Pinache have you ever heard of a man named Lee Brown?"  "Oh yes, I met him last year. Would you like his number?"

I contacted Lee Brown next.  It took some talking before he would agree to have a meeting with me.  I pressed as politely as I could.  It was urgent.  I was not exactly sure why.  I didn't want to intrude.  Or be disrespectful.  The man had a life too.  Probably a pretty busy one.  I headed north to meet him with my drum, some tobacco that Pinache told me to take to give to him.  She didn't explain why though.  It was a very long trip.  I got lost which I have a strong habit of doing.  It was early evening when I pulled up into his drive.  He came out to greet me. I shook his hand, gave him the tobacco and then began apologizing for being late, explaining that I had gotten lost....He turned quickly around gesturing me to follow.  We walked into his house through the living room, down the hall to his children’s bedroom.  His was putting together a bunk bed.  Lee was not amused or happy to see me.  It was not unfriendly.  It was a little chilly however.  "Why did you come here?"  "I don't know really. I came for a ritual."  I didn't even know where that had come from.  I honestly had no clue up till that moment exactly why I was there.  I just knew I had to talk to him. "Why don't you go to the Catholic church for a ritual?" I was stunned by this. "I don't mean to be rude.  If you're Catholic, I apologize, but I mean a real ritual.  Not that.  You mean the taking of bread.  No, no not that type of ritual."  I wasn't sure what type of ritual I was even asking for.  If you were to ask me, I would not have a idea what so ever.  We finished putting together the bed.  Lee walked into the living room.  I followed.  "What do you think of the world?",  he said.  "I have a lot of hope for the world."  The package of tobacco was tossed onto the coffee table.  "I have none."  I couldn't believe my ears.  Here it was again. I opened my mouth and responded before I knew what I was saying, "Well get in line."  Lee was taken aback, "What?" he said. "Get in line.  I'm sick of all you people with no hope.  If you got no hope then get in line, and get out of my way.  All I know is,  I'm hear to help the Children of Hope.  That's all I know.  If you feel like that, then great, get out of my way and get in line." The tobacco was opened, then placed in this nice looking shell.  He tried to light it.  It wouldn't light.  With that he stood up throwing the tobacco into the open fire.  "Come, we smoke a pipe."  I was right behind him wondering what it was I said that sparked such a fire under his butt.  Everything was moving so quickly.  I had no time to think of anything.  Lee's kids came too.  That made me feel a lot better.  I brought my drum.  We went to a place where there was an old fire pit and a funny small looking dwelling.  I had no idea what it was.  So, how come it looked familiar.  We shared the pipe together. It all felt very good this ritual, I had no concept of what it was.  It felt very good to be with the little kids. Made me smile.  After a time we went inside.  "That tobacco is herbal, it won't harm you."  I was allergic to tobacco so I was concerned a bit.  "Oh, okay thanks."  We sat for a time.   Then he saw me to his gate. It felt like a circle surrounded the house.  When I was just about to step through the circle my mouth opened up again, "Lee, when I talk please come."  His mouth gaped. So did mine in the hearing of what I said. I repeated it again for some reason. "When I talk please come. I don't know why I say that.  Please come it, would be good to see you there."  I drove down the driveway thinking, geez John what was that all about?  Please come? (Oh god, really sometimes.)

Duende (c)

The Depths of Shamanic Storytelling -"Fire in the Head" by Tom Conwan

As a storyteller, the shaman leads listeners back into the primordial chaos, or perhaps to the brink of that chaos, to the edge of twilight, where the original unity existed.Here the shaman and his or her patient/listener get a glimpse of the supernatural state in which opposites are reconciled and the anguish of life can be alleviated by magic. The storyteller who can induce even a slight trance in his or her audience often achieves the same shamanic trick. And when we consider that it was not unusual for some Irish storytellers to tell unbelievably lengthy tales, some lasting for six hours or more, we should probably assume that the tales did indeed put audiences into some type of trance state.

Mythopoetic language, specifically metaphor, has the ability to heal mental and emotional pain because the metaphor mediates the contradictions of life, thus providing a solution that appeals to our deepest hope that it is possible to transcend the human condition. Shamans use mythopoetic language to relate their exploits into non-ordinary realms. We have seen that the shaman is a Trickster who often tricks the mind of a patient into healing itself by costumes, songs, dances, drama, sleight of hand, and not the least of which is the ability to spin fantastical tales of magic and mystery.

Hounds & Hooded Assassins

 

In the non-ordinary reality/dreamtime there are “Nasty Bits of Business” that will hound you if not haunt you into craziness. These “Nasty Bits of Business” are Hounds and Hooded Assassins. They’re more but these are the main two that you will end up dealing with the deeper and deeper you probe into the non-ordinary reality/dreamtime. Now you may not want to go that deep and you may not ever meet these “Nasty Bits of Business” which would be a good thing. You may even say that things like this don’t exist in the non-ordinary reality/dreamtime. For that I would ask you to look around the world, your own country, your own city, your own town, your own neighborhood and I’d say to you is there not a dark element lurking close by? Turn on the TV; listen to the radio, read the paper, violence is only a breath away. Whatever exists in reality exists within the non-ordinary/dreamtime too. And I’ve met more “Nasty Bits of Dysfunctional Business” living than I have ever met in the non-ordinary reality/dreamtime. I don’t obsess over it but I’m not one to pretend it’s not there, it is and if you do happen upon the dark element then here’s a few pointers to help you deal with the problem.

The Hounds will come alone to sniff you out but will not venture further than that. Then they will come in three’s and in groups of six. There soul purpose is to drive you crazy so you stay away from the non-ordinary reality. They will hound you into a place of feeling absolutely pathetic and sometimes into feeling or being suicidal. I mean really imagine explaining to the medical community that you see these large, wolf like dogs with red eyes and spinney backs. You’d be in a nut house before you could even say your own name.

If you are being hounded in the non-ordinary reality/dreamtime you will also see it in your day to day life. These people in reality are abusers, controllers and manipulators. So how do you rid yourself of them?

1)      It’s more obvious than you would think: deal with your trauma, your dysfunction, your shit and your past hurts. Stop being the victim and seek therapy! Take control of your life and stand up too whatever it is that keeps beating you down. This is a sure fired way of becoming totally invisible to the “Nasty Bits of Business.” The more you heal yourself the higher you resonate, your body just vibrates at a higher frequency, and it literally hums you beyond the sight of the Hound. You could stand in front of one and they’d never see you.

2)       When hunted by Hounds call out to the wolves. *for further information refer to “The Wolf,” & “Shape Shifting” Howl (inside you head with your heart) and they will answer the call. Depending on the severity of the situation depends on how many wolves will come to your aid.

3)       If you corner a Hound and separate it from its pack then as a wolf I recommended marking the Hound by scenting it with urine. This stops the hounds from being able to good back to it grouping and it’s highly effective.

 

Now what about Hooded Assassins? Well first of all realize that if these fellows are hunting you then you must be getting pretty close to something or they wouldn’t even bother with you. They come from the order of Templar Knights/Priests who became knights and fought for the Pope in the Holy Wars. They have swords and cross bows and are very deadly. Mostly though you’d would die of fright before ever being hit by and arrow or cut down by a sword. They wear black robes and stand anywhere from 6 to 8 feet tall. If you haven’t ever seen them and are having trouble believing this great, then stop reading. For those of you who have seen them and have run out of options then try doing this.

1)      Hooded Assassins generally travel alone as a rule and have a strong tendency to be overly confident. This is a wonderful weakness because they are not expecting the unexpected.

2)     If you are attacked and shot at in the non-ordinary reality/dreamtime then drop what ever weapon you where hoping to fend the Hooded Assassin off with, kneel and open your arms, exposing your heart. When the arrow is come at you slow it down and then rotate it into a ball of light.  When you’ve got the ball of light rotating quickly propel the light towards the Hooded Assassin. He will disappear right before your eyes.

3)     And finally the more you get help and deal with your hurts/dysfunction from the past the stronger you will and the less and less of this craziness you get to deal with.  

4)     Be careful who you talk too about this. Even New Agers have trouble with this stuff so before you set yourself up for ridicule remember “Just because they don’t experience it or see it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It’s just not within there realm of possibilities.”

Deunde Naddred (c)

Being Hunted

1) I sat on the bus watching a man, who was looking for some one down the street. He was watching intently hoping to see before he would be seen. At 16 I knew who he was looking for me and I relished over the fact that he had know idea that I knew that and I was watching him. The second before the bus was about to pull out from its stop, just as the bus driver was putting the bus into gear I called out to the man from inside my head and he turn to face me. As he looked up at me astonished I smiled at him and waved. He was not happy about being found out. He was not even really from here, from this reality he was from the non-ordinary reality from the dream of another time and space. And he wasn’t particularly friendly; he was a nasty bit of business.

2) It was a convoluted way to go from the upstairs part of the mall to the downstairs to the under area of the mall but I was hanging out with a special needs friend in a wheelchair so instead of taking the escalator as I normally would I used the elevator, which was a right pain to find. That day I was training a new person for the association that I was working for, Carol was on a work placement that day from school and she was intelligent and we talked well together. When we came out of the elevator on the ground floor I instantly noticed a strange surreal sensation which I couldn’t quite put my finger on. As we headed towards the central part of the underground mall we approached a man standing looking for someone or something in a light brown uniform, with the label of the local telephone company on it.  Then everything began to echo and slow down around us. As we came up to him he turned looked at us surprised and said “Oh its right over there beside the tobacco shop.” I never asked the man anything. I was searching for the shop he was talking about but I hadn’t spoken it out loud. “Thank you.” I said and we passed on by.  I watched him head down the maintenance hallway. “We got to go after that man.” Carol was frantic, “He’s not who he appears.” “Yes I said I know but we are not going after him to find out.” She looked at me stunned. “Know you don’t understand, he’s up to something, he’s wrong some how, he’s not who he appears.” “Yes…” I said “…I agree with you he is not who he appears, there is something wrong and we are not going after him, we are going to let him go.” The man had been waiting for me on the right day at the right time even in the right place but the wrong direction. He had no idea that I was going to come out of the elevator. His information had said that I would come down the escalator that day. If I hadn’t dealt with my pain in my life I would have come down that escalator but I was living my life clearer now with renewed heart based clarity. Who was he, he was a nasty bit of business from another dream time and space in the non-ordinary reality.

3) I had just visited with my friends Aunty Rhonda and Aunty Gwen and they dropped me at the Sky Train so that I could head back home. I jumped out at the corner of Main and First Street and was about to head up to catch the train but I had to pee badly so I went to the Macdonald’s some 30 yards down the street. After I came out I headed back towards the train and then everything became oddly surreal and time began to slow down. I watched a young man cross the street and as he did everything echoed in my head (like how you would hear things under water). I thought he looked odd, he wore a cape with a hood and I thought to myself, “You’re not from here.” I pulled my energy in, I became the fox and blended, creating as little attention to myself as possible, in essence I disappeared and continue to the train. As I walked up the stairs and out of sight I heard as bicycle turn the corner and I thought to myself he’s going to ring his bell and crash, moments later, the man sounded his bicycle bell twice there was screech of tires from a car and the bicycle hit the curb and crashed. I thought “Wild evening.” I paid for my ticket and I was about to head up the escalator when as voice inside my head said. “Do Not Move!!” I hesitated and then continued to step forward. “Don’t Move!!!!!” They nearly blew out my ear drums from the inside out. “Okay geez I heard you I won’t move. You don’t have to yell.” “Ten minutes!! Do not move for 1o minutes!” I turned and moved away from the escalator. “Okay I won’t move for 10 minutes…geez.” I stood and waited I heard a train come and go. Five minutes later I heard a much calmer voice. “It’s okay to go up now.” I was puzzled. “Why now?” I asked the voice inside my head. “You don’t want to know.” “Yes, yes I want to know.” “You won’t like it.” “I don’t care I still want to know.” There was a pause as the voice was converging with some one else to check to see if he should tell me. “There was a man up there who was going to kill you by pushing you off the ramp into the train.” “Yeah Right, that’s bullshit.” “If you don’t want to hear the answer, don’t ask the question.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Why?” “You know the answer to that too.” “I don’t.” “You do.” They where right I had know for along time that I was being hunted because I was a dreamer, a spirit walker. “It’s okay to go he’s gone.” I stepped onto the escalator and headed up to the platform. “Who was he?”  “You know who he was.”  “No I don’t” “You do.” They were right again. I was being hunted by “Nasty Bits of Business.”

Duende Naddred (c)