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wickedeasy's most excellent adventure
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wickedeasy's most excellent adventure off into the wild unknown. yup.......just me, 12 other women and a ceremonial sweat lodge in maine. okay so we could have picked a better time...like winter but instead here we are in 90 degree weather. can anyone say redundant? led by an abenaki shaman, and all having fasted for 24 hours and me grouchy with not having smoked for the same amount of time, we gathered for ceremonial cleansing at the time we were told. we were all scantily dressed in cotton,<b> barefoot </font></b>and squeaky clean, unscented and no deodorant or perfumes, etc. we had washed with water and a special mixed oil so we sort of smelled like a salad bar/almondjoy. in we went. you think you're hot. HA as we began following the shaman's chanting, i could feel the air grow thicker and my lungs began to burn. the voices grew distant as if the space were expanding and when i opened my eyes to look at the women, i could see that it had indeed grown larger. rachel's laughter broke the chant and she waved to me. i waved back. as my breathing began to ease i could feel my body cool and although i was hot, i was not uncomfortable any longer. i just was. the shaman began to sing in a very low voice, almost like a growl which vibrated through the space. i began to vision drums and this cliff like space where i sat with a small skinny yellow dog, my arm looped around his neck and i was swaying to the rhythm of drums. i could hear voices behind me of people in a field but i was too preoccupied to turn and look at them. the slipped my arm and left but he's not mine, he belongs to the little girl with the blue eyes. i drifted further out over the cliff until i could see the ravine below and the river. and then a long jump to the other side where i looked down and saw my home. i'd seen it once before in a dream. to see it again, to feel it as real was shocking and i broke trance. i was alone in the tent with the shaman. she had waited for me to come back. as we walked outside the 90 degree day felt chilly and water.......water is so damned good. i know now that i have a place to go. how i will get there is just a matter of figuring stuff out. and time. home is waiting. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I've been invited in the past but declined; hearing you describe it, I may try it now. Home is everything to me (although I think we're talking about two different perceptions of home here). Elevate me... 
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*smiles* its awesome isn't it *hugs*
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WE, I ain't gettin' in no sweat tent with no shaman! Peeps have died doin' that sorta thing out in Arizona I think it was. Besides it's hotter than hell here in Missouri, and I'm already sweatin' like a sharecropper in a Mississippi cotton field! I haven't had any "visions" yet in this blast furnace summer we're havin', but I'll remain vigilant and report 'em if I have 'em.
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Wow, just.... ......wow! These are the Aims and Objectives. Please read. of the group, Bloggers United! which I moderate. And a link to a post about my home town, Glasgow ,I hope you enjoy it!
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I have never experienced a sweat lodge. I can only imagine what it would feel like to open up so much. Thank you for sharing.
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7/16/2012 1:18 pm |
And another wow. I hope you find it. Best of luck in your journey.
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Gettin' visions by way of that sweat-lodge thing: is that kinda like gettin' some deja voodoo without the chicken blood? (I'm assumin' there weren't no chicken blood--right?) And I'd like to know just exactly how "she" can be a shaman. Howbeit "she" ain't a shawoman? I spend 10 hours every day in a freakin' sweat lodge; but I'm lucky enough to receive visions of nekkid native babes,  which is interesting in that both the "lodge" and the nekkid native babes produce sweat.Home, I must say, is way, way down on the list. Solar...
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Shawoman! 
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That WAS a most excellent adventure! Kind of makes me want to give this a try, although I seem to have zero tolerance for being hot, lately!    
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I will be going on a vision quest of my own soon, under the tender care of mother Aya. Checking in from time to time is absolutely a necessity for folks like us, methinks. I love the fact that a dog came to you, because you already seem to be one of those rare souls who is man's best friend. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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"...water is so damned good." why, yes, yes it is!
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