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I wrote this poem long after the event described in it actually happened. In 1992, I was working as an environmental reporter completing my doctoral research on how we communicate about environmental issues (which are human rights issues – right?). I was comparing and contrasting the dominant discourses leading up to the United Nations Conference on Environment & Development, held in Rio de Janeiro, and called by activists, The Earth Summit. I was in deep. The focus of my dissertation was to deconstruct the language and images being used and compare the stark differences between first world and third world; and between the dominant culture and indigenous cultures; and why we are often not even talking about the same thing when we try to reach international environmental agreements.
However, I write poetry not to try to understand the world but to understand myself, one livingbeing in this complex world. I write as a spiritual practice. I wrote this poem to try to understand my righteous anger, to understand it as power, and to diminish its hold on me. That subject came up again today, so I am posting this poem to share with you.
Another Challenge to Love, Brazil 1992
Just outside Santo Antonio da Platina in the southern state of Parana, the grand patron speaks a clipped British in the nasal twang of Brazilian Portuguese.
He boasts, It was much better when we had a dictator! You could get things done in this country!
I am the jornalista norte-americana writing for the imprensa verde. He needs to impress me. Serves warm coca-cola. I would rather have guarani, suco de caju, anything local, but coke is so much more cosmopolitan.
I am polite. I am his guest. I murmur, Obrigado, and he says I talk like an indio implying dumb.
I am doing a story on the floresta policia, former military police re-assigned to protect the forest. In the on-going undeclared war on the poor, the floresta policia shoot anyone they catch poaching palm heart.
PAH! he bursts. We gave the peasants bags of peanuts. And they ate them! They were to plant crop! Stupido!
I say, Perhaps they were hungry.
His two blond sons run into the room looking for snacks. They look like their father, descendents of German immigrants.
Your children like to eat, I smile.
Yes, all day long! He claps for the dark-skinned girl to feed them.
I say, Even the children of the poor get hungry. I guess that’s why they ate the peanuts.
He squints at me afraid he has a Marxist in his house.
On the tour of his property, hectares of sugar cane, a river stocked with jacaré for alligator boots and handbags, he brags he had the oldest daughter of his head fieldhand fixed before sending her to college.
So she would not waste her education making a poor man’s babies, he tells me.
I stare at him.
His wife screams at me, Entendi!
No, I do not understand.
How do you
get to take the womb
of a smart, young, brown woman?
But he had already done
what he had the power to do.
Under my breath, I curse him:
Your river will grow thick with sludge
An alligator will bite off your cock
Your cana will spoil in the field
Your wife will abscond with your money
She will flee the country with a servant boy
Your youngest son will marry
An Afro-Brazilian Candomblé priestess
And have brilliant twin mulato daughters
Who will spit on your polished shoes
Then the ancestors and the descendants
Of every man and every woman
Who ever worked your fields
Will make filth of your intestines
While dancing samba at Carnaval
You will be left begging for your life
On the streets of the city.
The first stars of the Southern Cross
begin to shine in the lavender twilight.
Star light, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might
I wish I could love my enemies
but my heart goes cold against those
who seek to destroy the liberties I cherish.
Candomble, Afro-Brazilian religion and spiritual cosmology derived from Ife in West Africa.
floresta policia, ‘forest police’ term for federal armed guards of areas designated ‘natural’ by the Brazilian government in the early 1990s.
guarani, popular drink
imprensa verde, ‘green press’ term for environmental reporting
indio, Indian, indigenous person from any of the hundreds of tribes/nations found originally throughout Brazil
jacaré , alligator
jornalista norte-americana, female journalist from the U.S.
obrigado, thank you
suco de caju, cashew juice
“The theft of the sacred is the deprivation of that which is of critical value to a people.”
In 1976, I was a freshman in a small alternative college. I took a course in the Anthropology Department. We read one big book with a pale lavender cover and wrote a research paper. The only text required by our professor was Mircea Eliade’s seminal work, Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy.
We learned that the term, shamanism, was from the language of an indigenous group in Siberia. We learned that Eliade had studied shamanism among Artic, Siberian and Central Asian cultural groups. As a scholar he identified a number of significant patterns. Two that impressed me were the experience of death and dismemberment that precedes shamanic training, and the use of the ‘world tree’ to move up or down into different planes of consciousness in order to access material not readily available to ordinary consciousness. Eliade states, “The shaman is the great specialist in the human soul; he alone “sees” it, for he knows its “form” and its destiny.” (8)
Our course was not experiential. We did not drum drums or rattle rattles. We did not eat mushrooms. We did not chant beside a fire or smudge with sage. We sat inside a windowless classroom in a brick building and discussed the ideas that Eliade presented. Still it was enough to spark my curiosity about other worldviews and healing practices.
Advancing an Ancient Worldview – Neither Future nor Past but Now
“Dis-ease is a “break in relatedness” disharmony or dis-alignment with nature, between people, including ancestors, between body and spirit within the individual, or between individual and universe (reality beyond individual existence), leaving the individual to feel isolated, anxious, tense, confused, frustrated, annihilated .”
Olaniyi Bojuwoye. Traditional Healing Practices in Southern Africa: Ancestral Spirits, Ritual Ceremonies, and Holistic Healing. Integrating Traditional Healing Practices Into Counseling and Psychotherapy
In March 1979, I was volunteering in an herb store to learn more about plant medicine. My boss invited a Native American woman to lead a weekend herb workshop. Thrilled, I asked to assist. I was assigned to help the medicine woman in any way she needed. That is how I met Keewaydinoquay, Kee for short. She was an Anishinaabeg mashkikikwe. Anishinaabeg is the word in Anishinaabemowin for the people referred to as the Ojibwe, Ojibway, Chippewa, Potawatomi, Ottawa or Odawa. Mashkikikwe is the Anishinaabeg word for a plant medicine woman. Kee was an elder, a culture-bearer, storyteller, herbalist, ceremonial leader and the first person I met who carried the Midewiwin lineage.
Our meeting was fortuitous. She was seeking an oshkibewis, a helper. The U.S. Congress had recently passed The American Indian Religious Freedom Act (Public Law No. 95-341, 92 Stat. 469 Aug. 11, 1978). Prior to the passage of this federal act, Midewiwin, along with countless other belief systems, was outlawed as an illegal religious practice in this country. What an irony that Europeans seeking religious freedom outlawed the beliefs of the people they found living here. In September 1978, Kee could ‘come out’ of her spiritual closet and practice openly for the first time in her life. She was eager to train others as she had once been trained. And though I was unaware of my need, I was seeking a purposeful life and the kind of teacher who could help me shape one. Our paths converged. I spent the next twenty years as her apprentice.
In 1980, following a four-day Life Vision Quest on a wilderness island, she gave me my spiritual name. That’s when my work with her truly began. She told me it was her goal to ‘assimilate me’ so that the wisdom of her ancestors would live into the future. She believed this knowledge was needed to restore the broken world. At that time there were few young people seeking such a path. She believed this knowledge had to be embodied through experience and could not be acquired through book learning. It required time, commitment and more. It required me to change the life direction my parents and society expected of me. Perhaps this was always meant to be the course of my life.
She often said to those of us who came to learn with her, “Remember to travel safely for you carry within you the seeds of the future. “
I know now she meant the seeds of consciousness she was planting in our psyches. Through learning the songs, stories, prayers, ceremonies and medicines of her ancestors, we were internalizing a lifeway that spoke to the heart of interconnected being. This view of life is larger than the scientific-mechanistic worldview based in rational reductionist logic. It is a quantum worldview beyond the cause and effect of Newtonian science. It embraces all of nature, seen and unseen, galactic and subatomic, cultural and natural, as possibilities co-existing within the sphere of being. Together the miraculous, the mysterious and the mundane co-exist.
Shamanism is rooted in this worldview.
The Supernatural is Natural
“Zulu cosmology is an undivided universe in which plants, animals and humans, including ancestors, earth, sky, and the entire universe coexist. It makes no distinction between living and nonliving, natural and supernatural, material and immaterial, conscious and unconscious.”
Olaniyi Bojuwoye. Traditional Healing Practices in Southern Africa: Ancestral Spirits, Ritual Ceremonies, and Holistic Healing. Integrating Traditional Healing Practices Into Counseling and Psychotherapy
With her eyebrows raised and a mischievous glint in her eye, Kee loved to say, “There is no such thing as the supernatural. It’s all natural.”
Despite her success in Western education, nearly completing her doctoral studies at the University of Michigan, Kee refused to give up her fundamental reality: All Is. All Is One. One mind. One spirit. One breath. One sun. We are one. Whatever is human is in us, and whatever is not human is also in us. So wake up and pay attention.
Kee taught me that the basic concept for health is balance. In order to diagnose illness one must seek the root cause of imbalance. You need to keenly observe the inter-related experiences of body, mind, soul and heart in relationship to family, community, the land and the Sacred. This is a complex approach different from analyzing blood work or talk therapy. It requires diving deep, traveling down the trunk of the world tree into buried roots to correctly identify the underlying cause. Questions one might ask who is trained in this way: What is out of balance? Where does balance need to be restored? How can that be achieved? What can we do now to restore balance?
Kee trained me in the use of story medicine. This may resemble narrative medicine, but it has its own character. She also used animal, mineral and plant medicines. She taught me many techniques to provide guidance and help regain lost balance. She showed me how to retrieve the soul when it has strayed from the body during a coma. I was taught to clear my head, hear my heart and trust my gut. I had to become a hollow bone and make way for Spirit to do its work. I learned that under all circumstances the goal is to flourish.
“States of awareness are key in shamanic practice. Learning the possible states of awareness forms a large part of shamanic training, while learning how to achieve specific states chosen for a specific task make up the rest. . . . The universe of power is the universe of essence, and while its laws underpin the mundane world modern people inhabit, the ability to use those laws depends on the strength of one’s connection to the fundament. . . . Travel to and in the universe of power thus is more a matter of psychic travel than of physical movement.”
Paula Gunn Allen. Grandmothers of the Light: A Medicine Woman’s Source Book
Shamanic practices are widely varied. Dreams might be a source of diagnostic information and also a source of medicine for healing. Both the dreams of the healer and the dreams of the client/patient could be important once they begin to work together. In some traditions, both the shaman and the client/patient enter an altered state of consciousness, perhaps an ecstatic state. Rhythm is key to this shift. Specific breathing patterns, a drumbeat, sometimes combined with chanting or repetitious movement such as rocking or swaying, slow the brainwaves and invite this shift.
My partner was raised by her Great-Grandmother, Caroline Kelly Wright. She was African American/Irish/Blackfoot. She was a midwife and healer. She delivered hundreds of babies in her lifetime. She was born in 1875 and died one hundred and four years later in 1979. She used numerous techniques for healing, including: a black silk scarf, cupping, praying with her pipe, plant medicines, oils and direct contact with ancestors. She could dream for others and provide answers to their suffering through information she received directly from the dream world. She also interpreted other’s dreams. Her descendants continue to be dreamers who receive vital information through their dreams.
The list of potential shamanic practices is quite large. It may include: soul retrieval, energy healing, limpia, smudging, sweat lodge ceremony, fasting, dreaming by the shaman for the client/patient, helping the client/patient undertake their own spiritual journey, the use of special foods or specially prepared plant medicines, special baths, healing touch. Shamans might be trained as sucking doctors. They might bring psychic messages or serve as mediums. They might help the client find their own guardian spirit or power animal. This is not an exhaustive list.
Shamanic tools might include: feathers, incense, salt, crystals, stone, sand, flowers, fire, water, earth, clay, bells, drums, rattles, flutes, whistles, etc. These tools have become increasingly popular items. Many people have acquired these and use them as sacred objects for personal ceremony. However just having and using an item on this list does not make one a shaman.
In a traditional community, there would be many specialists. One medicine person might help through dreams, another might be consulted for fertility and childbirth, another might be sought out to heal physical wounds, etc. One healer might use very specific plants or combinations of plants; another might use only an eagle bone whistle or a gourd rattle. One type of specialist would be the keeper of particular ceremonies and stories that would not be used by any other. Each of these specialists would train for many years under another specialist. In this way the knowledge would be transferred directly from one generation to the next.
The cultural insider would not consider using any of these medicines or ceremonies without proper training. Respect would dictate that misuse of medicine from ignorance could cause harm to all involved. It’s not that different from educational requirements and licensing boards that oversee modern medical practices. To practice medicine without a license has severe consequences, including fines and imprisonment. Shamanism has no system of licensing and thus no legal consequences. Perhaps that is a good thing as it allows traditional cultures to identify their own medicine people according to their own cultural practices.
However, there are cultural outsiders who fail to grasp the significance and seriousness of these kinds of medicine and shamanic practices. They might read or hear about something once and then go off and try it. Sometimes we hear in the news about devastating consequences, such as the popular motivational speaker whose followers died in an ill conceived and inappropriately run sweat lodge in Arizona a few years ago.
Part of the confusion results from a lack of understanding. For example, my laptop dictionary defines a shaman as: “witchdoctor, spiritualist.” Synonyms include: “healer, soothsayer, medium, elder, druid, magician.” This hodge-podge of nouns does not indicate the formal training involved.
Beyond this, shamanism in the U.S. has taken on its own meanings. It has accumulated its own experts and its own practices. A few popular books by a handful of practitioners have defined the field. These popular shamanic practices may not at all resemble what the shamans of Siberia did in the past or do today. A limited approach to what shamanism is could prevail based on a few prevalent shamanic trainers. However, I think even they would agree. Shamanism is not a priesthood with a single liturgy. It is an ever-evolving practice by a trained person making a direct relationship with Spirit on behalf of another who comes in need. It exists with deep roots in many different cultures by many different names.
The Word “Shaman”
I am not a shaman. I don’t know what that is. I was trained as a mashkikikwe, and I do my best to fulfill my role.
Keewaydinoquay Peschel, overheard in conversation on more than one occasion.
Kee felt it was a strange imposition when people referred to her as a shaman. I would sometimes add probably with a snotty know-it-all attitude, “Shamans are Siberian healers. Kee is not Siberian.”
That was our response. I judged as outrageous the audacity of white men and women who claimed to be shamans. If they had not been trained by Siberian practitioners in that specific bioregion, I felt they had no right to misappropriate that term. I spoke out against the word shamanism as a generalized term for Non-Western healing practices. I considered it to be inaccurate and problematic. I was very sensitive about it. I challenged people who called themselves shamans. I would ask: Who trained you? What is your lineage?
In the Introduction to Integrating Traditional Healing, the editors write that they, “… know full well the fantasies, complexities, and confusions that surround the adoption of methods, models and practices from other cultures.” (xviii) My discomfort stemmed from an understanding of these challenges. I was concerned about the exoticism of ‘the other’ and related issues of unexamined racial stereotyping. I feared the unchecked acquisitiveness of white Americans taught they had a right to whatever they wanted. In the 1990s I worked with the Zuni who clearly articulated that traditional healing constituted a type of sacred knowledge. Sacred knowledge is bound by specific taboos and duties. To know it makes one responsible for it. One did not acquire knowledge just to have it. These are different worldviews.
Additionally, working and living close to ‘Indian Country’ makes one aware of the devastating consequences of colonialism, which is a deliberate attempt to dismantle the material, psychological and cosmological reality of a people in order to weaken and conquer them. The resulting legacy of trauma continues to plague not just Native people but all of us.
Yet part of my judgmental response to white people calling themselves shamans came from my own insecurity. It was difficult to be a fair-skinned, light-haired, blue-eyed helper of a Native medicine woman. My biological lineage includes Irish, Scottish, English and German. Often I did not feel worthy of the gift I was receiving. But Kee had chosen me. She defended her choice to people in her own community who criticized her for taking outsiders –a white girl like me – as her helper.
She might say to those who questioned her, “Spirit sees no race.”
I also heard her say to a challenger, “If I cut you, and I cut her, you will both bleed red blood.”
Kee kept a sharp knife close by, sometimes in her big leather purse and sometimes in her laced-up moccasin boots. I shuddered thinking she might carry out that threat and cut us both to prove her point.
Most Native/Aboriginal/Indigenous people do not use the word shaman but some do. No one in Kee’s family or in my partner’s family ever used the term shaman. It is also fairly common that one who shares these gifts does not name themselves at all but is simply known in their community for their special gifts.
Whatever the right word is in that cultural context would be used. Some terms might be: wise woman, medicine man, curandera/o, obeah, conjurer, rootworker, bearwalker, shapeshifter, seer, psychic, mystic, healer, midwife, Mother, Grandmother or Grandfather.
These names may have both positive and negative connotations. Because the work these individuals do is not always understood, people with these gifts might be feared. In traditional societies, they would live at the periphery of the village. They could not do what they did in the center of town. There were certain mysteries or energies at the boundary between human and wild where they could dance in the interplay between.
Someone who is not a shamanic practitioner but follows this worldview might refer to him or herself as a Kiowa friend did on facebook: ‘tradish.’ Tradish means a traditional person, not a Christian, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist or Jew. One who is ‘tradish’ follows a sacred path that does not draw its source from a holy book or any text but rather from the oral tradition. There are many people who follow both at the same time. Within their own lives and families they weave together modern and traditional worldviews, belief systems and medical practices. The blurred boundary of this blended hybridity marks our contemporary terrain. It makes the twenty-first century very interesting.
The ambiguity or ambivalence toward shamans held by those near these ancient practices is not surprising. At the root of shamanism is a clear recognition of – What? – Call it Source, Power, Force, Energy, Vibration, Spirit, Mystery, Diety, Creator, Creatrix, the Divine, the Buddha, the Christ, Holy of Holies, God or Goddess. Whatever it is, and by whatever name the practitioner calls it, the shaman must willingly embrace and engage with something that cannot be controlled by the individual ego, though it may be guided by human will.
Shamanic Practice in Ancient Europe
“. . . who through the intensity of longing has made the initiatory journey outside of time and space and come to the heart of reality; who’s found what never ages or dies. . .”
Peter Kingsley, In the Dark Places of Wisdom
Peter Kingsley and others have researched the shamanic past in Western civilization. From the cave paintings in southern France to the standing stones throughout the British Isles, evidence suggests that Euro-Americans may also claim a shamanic past.
Kingsley states that the European shamanic worldview was, “gradually swamped by intellectualism.” (219) He believes this erased the importance of the soul, completely dismissing the importance of “ . . . a journey to the divine with the help of the divine.” (51)
He accuses Plato and the intellectual and religious traditions that followed as pointing solely to ‘the light’ without understanding the importance of the journey into darkness. Light balanced with dark is closer to the shamanic value of Balance, in which all things exist in relation to each other.
He states, “To heal is to know the limits of healing and also what lies beyond. Ultimately there is no real healing without the ability to face death itself.” (91) In the shamanic worldview, life always exists in relationship to death. To embrace life without embracing death is to live out of balance with reality. Perhaps this is part of the collective amnesia and denial in the dominant culture that drives many into patterns of addiction.
Of profound importance is what happened when the status of women was severely devalued in European societies. In our shamanic past, the Divine expressed itself in both male and female form. Both women and men served as healers. In the ancient Mediterranean, the sick and suffering would go into temples where non-poisonous snakes moved freely among the patients. Trained priestesses served as oracles receiving messages from the unseen realm. Rituals that involved singing, drumming, humming, poetry, music, dance and more were integrated into a seamless whole connecting male and female, body, mind and spirit.
The Eurocentric dualistic worldview associated the female or feminine with darkness and the body and degraded these aspects as inferior to the male or masculine which is associated with light and the intellect. This duality which privileges one above the other has impacted every sphere of activity in the West, including medicine.
Heather Tick, M.D., writes in her book, Holistic Pain Relief, “Descarte’s dualism has kept us from seeing that all conditions affect both mind and body.” She points out that the heart has between 40,000-50,000 nerve cells and puts out an electro-magnetic field that spreads eight feet in all directions. The gut has 100 million neurons – enough for a small brain. The gut produces both melatonin and serotonin. These brain chemicals affect our emotional state. We are not simply a pile of replaceable parts. The whole of who and what we are is so much greater than the sum of the parts.
The re-emergence of a holistic approach to health is connected to the rise of modern shamanism. Yet a trace of the shamanistic roots of modern medicine persists. The symbol of modern medicine is the Rod of Asclepius, a snake twining up a staff. The original Hippocratic Oath began with the invocation, “I swear by Apollo the Physician and by Asclepius and by Hygieia and Panacea and all the gods and goddesses . . . “ (Wikipedia: The Hippocratic Oath)
There is much more to say on this topic. But even these examples illustrate that the roots of modern medicine involved the intermediary role of a physician or healer working closely with an animal ally (the snake) moving hand in hand with the Sacred (ancestors, gods and goddesses) on behalf of healing the patient.
Thoughts About the Rise in Shamanism
“In counseling and psychotherapy a number of clients and patients appear to be accessing these traditional methods sometimes in parallel with conventional therapy, in the same way people use a multiple range of cure-seeking methods for physical ailments, that is, seeking help from a modern physician as well as using acupuncture, massage, yoga and meditation.”
Roy Moodley & William West, eds. Integrating Traditional Healing Practices Into Psychology and Psychotherapy
The word shaman is now used by individuals trained in a wide variety of Western healthcare modalities to describe their use of practices outside of that training. Medical doctors, counselors, therapists, spiritual healers, social workers, herbalists, acupuncturists, nurses and many others have added the word shaman to their titles, or replaced their professional titles with the word shaman.
Shamanism is a real phenomenon. There are workshops, certificates, conferences, websites and perhaps thousands of people involved in shamanism in the U.S. Why?
We suffer. Part of our human condition involves physical, mental, spiritual and emotional challenges that cause us stress, confusion and pain. Who can help us? In his article, Shamanic Performances: Healing Through Magic and the Supernatural,” Roy Moodley states” . . . the evolution of religion and magic and later science was part of an attempt to deal with illness and disease.” (3)
Human beings are herd animals. As much as we might enjoy periods of solitude, we need each other to survive. We need to belong and to be loved as much as we need to be fed, clothed, and sheltered. Abraham Maslow offered us that understanding in his conceptual pyramid, A Hierarchy of Needs. Though he did not address this explicitly, I would add that the need to heal and be healed is as old as human community.
Furthermore, the quest for health and well-being has moved beyond just being free of pain. How can I live fully? How do I express my truth? How do I fulfill my purpose? These driving questions motivate many to participate in the human potential movement.
I think the current passionate interest in shamanism marries the ancient need for healing with the modern quest to achieve one’s fullest potential. When Western-educated people encountered the abilities of non-Western shamans, they were stunned. Talents and skills demonstrated by non-Western healers appeared to be beyond anything achieved by Western-educated healthcare practitioners. It raised uncomfortable questions. What have we lost in the rush toward modernity? What human abilities have been discarded in the industrial and post-industrial preference for advanced technology? What suffering are we causing by our sole reliance on the Western medical model of health and illness?
Shamanism offers alternate worldviews within which to view oneself, one’s relationships and one’s place and way of being in the world. Shamanism suggests that we are spiritual beings temporarily embodied in this earthly plane with each other. We may be made of neurons and chemicals, but we are also made of thoughts, perceptions and feelings. We are flesh and not-flesh. We are fields of electro-magnetic energy. We are made from relationship and exist inside relationship, or we do not exist. We are patterns and frequencies of consciousness. What we are in one moment can be changed in another. This is our dance with health and illness.
Shamanism teaches that we learn best through experience, and that life and death are our greatest teachers. It suggests that we have abiding and profound connections with the other-than-human world, with other states of being and other ways of knowing. Shamanism is an invitation to pay even more attention to all that is within and all that is around us.
I predict the popularity of what is now commonly called Shamanism will continue to grow and develop because it addresses our desire to thrive. It offers opportunities outside of the existing paradigm and points to failures in the existing paradigm.
How will it grow? Who will become involved? How long can it exist as a healing modality outside of the current medical model, outside of licensing boards, insurance agencies, pharmaceutical companies and the technical-industrial complex? Time will tell. Or perhaps the persistence of human engagement with these realms-beyond-naming will transform our current healthcare system. Perhaps the shamanic worldview can help put healing back into the center of health care.
How to Find a Shaman to Help You
It is important in any interaction with a healthcare provider to be your own advocate. Whether you are speaking to a highly trained brain surgeon, a nurse practitioner or a shaman, you have a right to understand as fully as you can what you are about to experience. It is okay to ask questions in order to better determine if the treatment or procedure they recommend is what you want and need.
Do not assume that because someone is native or indigenous they know anything about traditional healing. Within indigenous communities, healers are a highly specialized group.
Since there is no commonly recognized training for shamans, there will be a tremendous range of skills and abilities among practitioners. Just like with any healthcare provider, it is generally better if someone you know makes a recommendation for you. Anyone can create a website and print business cards claiming to be a shaman. Protect yourself with good information.
I offer eleven questions to guide you. I believe these questions are appropriate to ask any healthcare professional before you enter a relationship with them
- Where and from whom did you receive your training?
- How would you describe your lineage?
- How do you give back to the community or to your teacher’s community?
- How long have you been a practicing shaman?
- What is your basic philosophy of health and well-being?
This is a great question for mainstream doctors as well as shamans! Among many different traditions and lineages, a shared notion of Balance is often core to the idea of health. If Balance is a good state of health, then imbalance is the source of dis-ease. This is worth exploring as you are the one suffering from imbalance.
- What are your practices?
- How will you diagnose what I need?
- What will you/we be doing?
This question may help you understand the underlying reality system. Answers could be: I am seeking to restore a lost part of your soul or spirit that fled when you experienced trauma. Or : Your excessive sorrow indicates you are out of balance, so we will create a ceremony for you to release your grief. Or: Because of your cancer we will use chemotherapy to kill the cancer cells. (Yes, I slipped in a mainstream medicine example here as it is also based on a reality system.)
- What kinds of side effects should I expect, if any?
- What do you recommend I do following the treatment, procedure or experience in order to have the best results?
- What are your costs?
Reciprocity upholds the concept of Balance. The idea is that you give in direct relationship to what you receive. Kee often gave the example of the liver of the beaver that was given to her teacher by a family whose son she saved. This was a gift of immensely high regard. That is how highly he prized the life of his son. The medicine woman did not set the price. The receiver of the healing determined its value. This system does not work well in our current monetized economy. Now the cost of a service might be fixed and not negotiable. This is even more common with white shamans who are accustomed to fixed prices for fixed services. Most traditional practitioners today will expect you to pay a fee at the time of services. Be wary if you are asked to pay ahead of receiving services. A Navajo friend of mine paid a Medicine man in her community ahead of the healing, and he never showed up. He was a charlatan, and she was out two hundred dollars. So don’t be afraid to ask.
We are all part of the changes that are happening around and within us. Certainly my life is all about transformation. It is no accident that the mission of Southwestern College, where I work now, is: Transforming consciousness through education.
To become a healer is a calling that often results from tragedy. The road to becoming a practitioner in the service of Spirit to help heal human suffering is not a straight road. It has treacherous curves and steep climbs. My own apprenticeship was not easy. I can be stubborn and willful, and there were times I fought it. But that is another story.
Today I am a healer no matter what my context. I use my training with Kee in every role I find myself in: as daughter, sister, friend, mother, grandmother, spouse; as college professor and higher education administrator; as speaker, writer, workshop leader, activist, poet and spiritual teacher. Balance matters to me. Restoring right relations to the fullest extent possible matters. Being alive means both dreaming and staying awake. It means being a student of life and death, learning from Source directly. My purpose is the practice of bringing greater awareness and supporting transformational healing through loving connection. I may never perfect this practice, but there are endless opportunities to engage in it. After all, the goal is to flourish.
I worked with Kee for twenty years until she passed in July 1999. I don’t think she ever softened on her total rejection of the word ‘shaman.’ However, I have softened. I live in Santa Fe now and am friends and acquaintances with a number of self-defined shamans. I respect the healing work they do, and the risks they take to do it. I do not call myself a shaman though others may. And if they do, it’s okay.
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Momaday, N. Scott. The Magazine, Santa Fe, August 2010, vol IX, #1, pg. 22
Moodley, Roy and William West, eds. Integrating Traditional Healing Practices Into Psychology and Psychotherapy, Multicultural Aspects of Counseling and Psychotherapy, series 22. Sage Publications 2005.
Featured Image photograph by Kate Filemyr
Psyche & the Language of Transformation
Dr. Ann Filemyr, Ph.D.
When I joined the leadership team of Southwestern College this past summer, I became very curious about the word psychology. As a poet, I care a lot about words for I know the power they hold. The seedcorn of thought is embodied in language. What we think we make real. Our stories carry medicine. Words have the power to heal. And each word has its story. So I did a little research into the word psychology, a little thinking and feeling, and I want to share with you what I discovered.
In the late 17th century, the word, psychology, entered the English language from modern Latin, psychologia, literally, the study of the mind. But the root of the word is much older. It is buried in the Greek myth of Psyche. In the myth, Psyche is the name of a beautiful, young woman whose story teaches us about the journey of the human soul. The Greek word, psyche, originally meant spirit, mind, breath and butterfly.
Here at Southwestern College you have been studying the mind, but also spirit, breath and butterfly. You have begun to develop expertise in the symbolic meaning of butterfly, for the butterfly has long been a symbol of the human soul’s capacity for transformation. The Taoist philosopher, Zhuangzi, once had a dream about being a butterfly flitting about joyously. When he awoke he realized that it was just a dream, but it was so real. He thought to himself, “Was I a man who dreamt about being a butterfly? Or am I now a butterfly who dreams about being a man?”
The butterfly arouses questions about the very nature of reality. It embodies one of the most dramatic metamorphoses in nature. It begins as an egg, hatches into a caterpillar, spins itself into a cocoon in which the very cells of its body dissolve into liquid. What was once a caterpillar is now a fluid of imaginal cells. This is what the biologists call them: imaginal cells. Using the power of imagination, how does the caterpillar become one of the most resilient and beautiful winged beings? How can it survive such dramatic changes? How can we?
Let’s take a moment right here and now to pause and reflect on where you are in the four stages of butterfly. Are you incubating an idea or possibility, holding still, keeping quiet, gestating as an egg? Or like a caterpillar are you restlessly seeking, conducting research, devouring everything you can in your quest? Have you spun yourself inward until the very structure of your life, your identity, begins to disintegrate? Then within the shell of that chrysalis, your imaginal cells are free to form who you will become. After the appropriate period of time, you emerge, fragile and new, displaying the colorful realization of your potential.
Wherever you are today in this cycle, trust that it will carry you through. When you completed the butterfly’s purpose, you will lay another egg and the cycle begins again. You will return to darkness, burst forth devouring new information and new experiences, then cycle inward to reflect, disintegrate, and re-emerge once again with new wings. As a student at Southwestern, you have chosen not simply to be more aware of your own transformational cycles, but to help midwife others to undergo their own metamorphoses.
Psyche is synonymous with spirit, essence, being, inner self, inner knowing. In your time at Southwestern, you have deepened your relationship with psyche.
But who was Psyche? What is her story? And what does she have to do with us?
Psyche was the third and youngest daughter of a king. She was so beautiful that mere mortals became completely carried away when they saw her. They started bringing her gifts and riches. They forgot about the Temple of Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty, and instead prayed to the girl, Psyche.
What happens when we forget we are sacred beings and begin to pay homage only to the flesh, to the physical and material?
Psyche’s parents become worried. They understood the situation. Their youngest child is being worshipped, and this is out of balance with the rightful harmony of the universe. Psyche attracted so much attention, yet no man approached her. Her older sisters were soon married, but the youngest daughter did not have a single suitor. So her father sought counsel from the Oracle of the God Apollo.
Some think of Apollo as the pre-eminent Sun God, epitome of the rational mind, but in the old ways it was considered that the Sun rose from the dark and returned to the dark. Darkness itself is the mother of the sun.
Wisdom arises from the dark, from the inner realm of the unconscious. The oracle brings to the surface what is buried below to help us shed our brilliant light in all directions. Sometimes we have to go into the darkness, into despair and grief, to find insight and understanding.
The Oracle, leaning upon the sacred tree with roots in the underworld and branches reaching toward the sun, told the King that the only one who will marry his daughter is Death itself.
The King was horrified, but knows Truth has been spoken. So Psyche was dressed in her wedding gown, and a great procession led her to the top of a cliff. Wailing and moaning, they left her on the edge of a rock.
Have you ever been taken right to the precipice where you had to face the end of all that was yours? The end of childhood, safety, family, friendship, marriage? The end of good health? The end of a job, home, career? This is equivalent to the caterpillar dissolving inside the chrysalis. What it was is gone forever. You stand alone facing death. This is what happened to Psyche.
She had no choice. There was no turning back. She had to marry death, which is to say she had to give herself up to life by embracing death. So she throws herself off the edge. And like a butterfly she sprouts wings. The West Wind catches her and she floats softly to the ground. Psyche is sometimes represented as the butterfly-winged goddess. This is when Eros, Love, the son of Aphrodite, the boy with a quiver of arrows, sees her and falls in love.
Eros hides Psyche in his personal castle in the valley of delight. Each night they spend making love in total darkness. They fall asleep in each other’s arms. Before dawn he flies away forbidding her from ever seeing him. She accepts this as her fate, for he loves her and she loves him.
But when we love in the dark, we love unconsciously. When we love blindly, are we in love with another person, or are we in love with love?
Psyche’s older sisters discover that she is not dead but living in luxury. They press her about her husband’s secret identity. Jealously, they warn her that he must be a monster. When they find out she is pregnant, they say surely she will birth a demon.
Eros warns Psyche of her sisters’ treachery. In her innocence she refuses to believe that they would not have her best interests at heart. So she does what they tell her to do.
After her husband is fast asleep, she takes the lamp of consciousness and leans over him to let it light his face. She beholds the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. But in her eagerness she leans too far and the lamp spills one drop of hot wax on his shoulder. He awakens enraged by her betrayal and flees.
When we awaken to our lives and decide to see the truth, whatever that truth is, it can be terribly painful, heartbreaking. But this is when we shatter the shell of the egg and emerge as a caterpillar to seek truth. We must venture out into the great unknown to seek what we have lost, to fill the emptiness inside. Psyche, carrying her child in her womb, begins to roam the earth seeking Love. Sad and confused, lost and alone, Psyche does not give up seeking.
We see in Psyche’s tale the true story of the human soul. We must lose everything, move beyond the familiar, face death, and begin our own conscious journey toward the unity of love. The soul cannot give up.
Do not give up on yourselves, on your clients, on your family, on your friends, on your community, on the world! Keep seeking the unity of love. This is the ultimate journey toward becoming a butterfly. You are already on this journey, so you know it is not simple.
Again we turn to the myth of Psyche.
Eros has fled and returned to his mother’s house to nurse his wound. Psyche, seeking him, goes there and that’s when Aphrodite makes Psyche her slave.
What enslaves us? Are we enslaved by an addiction, an idea or attitude, a theory or person? Once enslaved, we must use everything we are, everything we know, if we are ever to get free.
Aphrodite forces Psyche to undertake harrowing feats. She must travel to the mouth of a treacherous spring and bring back the sacred water. She must journey to the realm of the dead and return with the beauty potion of Persephone. These are just a few of her trials Psyche perseveres. She listens to her inner guidance. She seeks help. She carries herself honorably.
At times she feels utterly defeated, filled with despair. There is no end to the tasks she must complete. With every step she is accompanied by Sorrow and Melancholy. Yet she completes each task; at last she is free.
What difficult things must we face, must we do, in order to free ourselves from pain and misery? Whose assistance do we seek? How do we engage patience, forgiveness and joy? How do we show up for others as they journey toward freedom?
At last Psyche and Eros, the Soul and Love are reunited. They give birth to Pleasure. Pleasure reminds us to have fun along our Soul Path. Remember no matter how hard it gets, make room for play, enjoy life, and take care of you. Pleasure is necessary for sustenance.
At the end of Psyche’s story, the greatest god of all, Zeus, welcomes her into the abode of the immortals, and she becomes one of the Divine. Yes, we, too, belong among gods and goddesses, as co-creators of our experiences, we are part of the holy family of life.
Psyche is ours. She lives within us. Our personal stories of tribulation and triumph, suffering and survival, are mythic tales that show us who we are, each one of us, as divine beings.
Within our psyche lives the language of transformation speaking through dream, story, image, through the outer events of our lives and the inner mystery of our being. We embody this language just as the imago, the adult butterfly, embodies the metamorphic life cycle of egg, caterpillar, cocoon, and butterfly.
I honor you; the graduating class of 2014 for you have completed a transformative cycle. As you embark upon the next phase of your journey, you will help others touch the sacred within themselves and learn to fly.
In recognition of your uniqueness, the staff and students of Southwestern College have colored one-of-a-kind butterflies for you. We will honor the gods of synchronicity and happenstance, for whichever butterfly is on top when you come up to accept your diploma is the one that is meant for you.
for the Graduation on November 1, 2014