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BeingChange is about creating a space – a sangha, a circle, a council - to explore together ways to be psycho-spiritually prepared for
any and all future planetary outcomes, while being lovingly and courageously present to the here and now. It's about envisioning a
viable, compassionate, just future we can live our way into. A future that's so compelling we want to contribute our best, most passionate efforts to making it a reality - even in the face of possibly insurmountable odds. Please join us and become part of the circle.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Losing My Head

One of the practices I use for seeking spiritual guidance or discernment is shamanic journeying. I've been trained in this technique by both Dream Change and The Foundation of Shamanic Studies. With the aid of drums and rattles, I open myself up to the possibilities of other realms besides my own limited ego. The result is always a story:

I traveled to the upper world in the rising smoke of a campfire. I kept getting stalled and couldn't progress. Self-judgments kept coming at me and I would grab them: you're not worthy, you have nothing to give, it's too late, no one wants you, and on and on. I would grab them and drop them into the fire far below, and each time I became more weightless until I was effortlessly ascending. I came to a place where I just floated for awhile.


 I asked for a helper or teacher to come to me. The first thing that came was a lion that later shifted into a mountain lion. There was also an old woman. More self-judgments came that I taunted the lion with, basically saying I'm not worthy, you're wasting your time. The lion promptly ate me and traveled out of the floating place to the top of a mountain, where he just as promptly shat me out.

I again asked for a teacher and an eagle soared overhead. I found myself lamenting that I can't see what I'm supposed to do; I can't figure it out. The lion then bit off my head and spat it out, and I "watched" it roll down the mountain. So I just sat there for awhile, my headless self, with the mountain lion on one side, the old woman on the other, and the eagle soaring above. I realized I was looking over all the world without my head. My heart sometimes seemed to be beating with the drums: call-ing, call-ing, call-ing.

As the journey was ending, eagle flew down and stood in front of me. We gazed at each other for some time. Then I got the sense that he was going to grab my heart and fly away with it. Instead, as the drums started calling me back, he retrieved my head and I journeyed back home.

Monday, October 11, 2010

What Do You DO?

Last night I was at a fundraiser at a local eatery when a person I had just met asked me what I do. Oh, Lord, the little dance that goes on in my heart whenever I get that question! Will I get the wide-eyed, smiling, resonating nods or the deer in the headlights, oh-that's-nice blank stare? My husband says, tell them you're a poet. That will impress them. I told him that wasn't exactly a goal of mine but I have to say, I struggle with a gamut of feelings around this issue.

The reality is, what I DO doesn't fit into neatly definable sound bites like "I'm a doctor" or "I'm a teacher." And the reality also is, that's going to be true for anybody trying to forge a new path into our unknown future. It's both unsettling and exciting. It's unsettling because, in the old paradigm, the oh-that's-nice reaction can feel demoralizing and even demeaning. It's exciting because it's simply good information and an opportunity to engage more deeply. At the very least, it's a lesson in letting go of what others think as well as the temptation to put oneself in little boxes.

My husband likes to joke that I'm a prophet - and you know what they do to prophets. They're ostracized, vilified, and sometimes crucified. Oh boy. While those are strong words, at times I feel some measure of all of them, even from my own self-talk. You know. "That's crazy." "That's impossible." "Who do you think you are?"

And I think that's one of the keys - knowing who you are and doing that. Not proselytizing, not apologising. I really believe in the BeingChange work even though it's messy and meandering. It feels right and that's good enough for me.