Magic in the morning.
Enjoying life is one of my top priorities. I don’t have time for folks that are negative or try to push me around. That of course is a mistake on their part as the spirits that surround me aren’t kindly to those folks. They tend to disappear, and I like that. One of my joys is teaching spiritual classes. I know most folks don’t believe in ghosts, angels, demons, fairies and dark spirits. Kind of makes me the odd one out until you realize they are actually real. That fact makes my life magical. Those precious few that I teach have a magical door open that can never be closed.
Having just finished a yearlong break from teaching my apprentice classes, they have started once again. I give homework for the 1st 30 days they learn the tobacco offering in the ancient way, no white mans string or cloth to steal power from this spiritual ritual. This blessing is so magical you can actually see and sometimes feel the spirits take the tobacco as it fades from view. The 1st time that happened to me I was on the ground looking for it on a 124 degree day at the Pine Ridge Reservation. At the time I was on a quest to end this paranormal life. My choices were to continue to be a victim or take control of it. Vitim doesn’t look good on me. Watching the apprentices deal with this breaking of the laws of matter conservation is fun. I, like Bugs Bunny, ‘never studied law.’
They also begin to change the weather, look for fairies and get pictures. This morning one of the apprentices in Florida sent me a picture of a bright green fairy in the morning light. The magic of our world always amazes me. On December 26th Bunny and I were on our way to our hotel 6 minutes from Disneyland and I saw a blue fairy with a blue white light trail fall to earth near our hotel room. I didn’t say anything about it as I didn’t want Bunny to feel left out at not seeing this beautiful sight. Bunny says, ‘hey did you see that fairy?!’ She often surprises me with her spiritual growth. I am not teaching her how to do these things she is just picking it up anyway. Poor thing. She then proceeded to describe what I saw in perfect detail. Used to be that I would try and deny I saw anything at all and then the person with me would tell me what they say and I couldn’t deny I saw it too. Guess that makes me a reluctant shaman.
As time goes by, it seems it speeds up in its passing. Seems only last week I began teaching apprentices and here we are 9 years later, doing it again. It’s a warm beautiful day here in Phoenix AZ. My dogs are out by the pool catching some sun and I am in the man cave with my thoughts. My trusty computer at hand to record my thoughts and memories. It’s good like that. Yesterday I accepted a new apprentice from the UK. She is working on getting her computer ready for classes.
Did you know that for thirty thousand years Native Americans didn’t have a police force? Didn’t need them as we had holy men, chief’s, tribal councils, and Shaman to hold the piece. Oh yes that word Shaman, it means one who knows and has it’s origin in Siberia of all places. It’s kind of like a Medicine man but I don’t like that term. Though my Grandfather was a medicine man, it’s like the family business. Not that I had a choice in it. When spirit wants you to do something, you do it. Resist all you like but it will get its way. May we all be blessed to know rather than have faith.