Archangels
It is with great humility that I write this blog. I wanted to do a shamanic journey about the BP oil spill, but emotions are running so high and everyone is so volatile that I’m wary to touch any of this. Also I wanted to make sure I was worthy of such a task. So, I decided to first do a journey to ask if it was OK to do this blog.
For those who don’t know, shamanism is an earth-based healing modality practiced for centuries by native peoples. A journey is a sort of creative visualization where one goes to speak to their spirit guides. Sometimes the guides use words, sometimes symbols, sometimes they simply pass on an energy.
Here’s what happened on the first journey. I went down into the ocean at the point of the oil leak. The water was black oily frothing. I was told to go directly into the middle of the gusher to go further down into the earth. I resisted. The force was violent, the water so full of horrific gunk. I was again urged to enter the eye of the gusher. Finally, after several urgings, I did and went down below the ocean floor. I came out to the stratum where the oil had formed. The area had been suddenly made empty, and I was told energetically that such an emptiness was a dangerous thing. I felt deeply that something would need to happen to shift that void. I felt the earth move and sway. I felt it shake deep in its bones. Then, I was led to a tunnel and down into a cave where I met a barnacled woman, my spirit guide.
She was distraught. On the ground was a coin. She asked me to pick it up. It was silver and on it was written: “In God we trust.” The barnacled woman said: “Your God is up in some heaven place in the sky. This makes it easy for humans to beg upward and outward for help. But earth is your God. You are earth and you are God and the planet earth is your God. If you could see that you would hold it sacred, and not see God as something out there.”
The fact that “In God We Trust” was written on a coin, written upon money, was important too. The barnacled women let me know energetically that somehow we’ve intertwined God and Greed, that we have allowed greed to be mandated by the heavens. That somehow deep inside of us we think it’s morally right to make a lot of money over all other considerations. I asked her what I had come down to ask: “Is it OK to do a shamanic journey on the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico and share it in my blog?”
She leaned in crying. “Yes, please,” she said.
Second journey. Again I go down into the ocean, enter the eye of the gusher, and go beneath the ocean floor. The earth is moving and some of it is crashing down and somebody yells, Get your head down, and then I’m in a smashed place beneath of wall of sediment. A squid is there and he tells me he’ll take me to my spirit guides.
I’m taken down a deep tunnel and come out on a meeting of about 10 people. They sit around a large crystal holding hands. They look like they could be the archangels. They remind me of the above picture. But I’m not sure who they are.
One guide says: “You must stand up for the earth. You have many people on your blog who are committed to the earth. They must stand up for the earth.”
“How?” I ask.
“Your book.” My first novel is called Earth. “The people reading your blog, some of them are writers. They must stand up for the earth in their writing. Others are doing earth work through healing. Tell everyone to stand up and shout out for the earth.”
“Take the power back from the takers. Demand it.” (For an in-depth understanding about ‘takers’, all of us who’ve been trained to take and take from the earth without making it a reciprocal arrangement, please read the 1992 philosophical novel Ishmael by Daniel Quinn.)
The guide reminded me of the quote recently by BP Chairman Carl-Henric Svanberg: “And we care about the small people. I hear comments sometimes that large oil companies are greedy companies or don’t care. But that is not the case in BP. We care about the small people.”
NPR asked a Gulf fisherman what he thought of that quote, and he responded spontaneously: I’m paraphrasing here: “We’re not small people. We’re bigger than he’ll ever know. We’re bigger than he can ever imagine.” (When I heard this on the radio, I was in my car. I jerked the steering wheel and shouted. It was such profound truth.)
He stood up for spiritual truth!
All the archangels held hands around the table. In the middle was a large crystal. The crystal was shifting and moving precariously. They held hands and pitched and rolled to keep the crystal on some kind of center. It was like trying to stand upright on a pitching ship deck. The spirit guide continued: “Refuse to play their game.” Then the guide gave me a list of things we could do:
Use fewer resources.
Decrease dependence on your car.
Offer a prayer to the earth.
Make the earth your first priority.
Sing to it, love it. It reacts to your energy.
Open your heart to it. Feel its pain, its joy.
“The depression and isolation that earthy people feel right now are just making things worse. We all must join together, speak out together. Make the oil spill and other such subjects the main topic of your discussions. Talk about it at dinner parties, with friends, in blogs.”
I said: “We’re so overwhelmed and scared.”
“You should be.”
He continued: “It’s not time to be polite. It’s time to be honest. Be the harbinger of change. Help shift perceptions. Perceptions are already shifting. Join loudly in the singing.”
I thanked the guides and left. For four days I’ve been so deeply disturbed by the energy of the shifting earth, my core has been so deeply disturbed by it, that it’s taken me this long to feel safe and stable enough to write this.
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