shamanic journeying
The odd journey
I cannot count the number of times I have been telling you I have trouble journeying. It’s still true, but perhaps I should also admit that I tend to sometimes get thrown into what I’ve come to call the odd… Continue reading
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
I just stepped out of an attempt to a drum journey. Having such bad reception for these where and how I live, it came as no surprise that I found it hard to get in or get much out of… Continue reading
Personal grief and lacking inspiration
I haven’t written here, on this blog, for quite a while. This is due to two reasons. One; I lost my precious dog Ella to age a week ago. It was expected, and I have been taking my time preparing… Continue reading
Calling the elements
Sometimes, I feel like I’m trying more than I am capable of. Today’s one good example of that. But I am set on ridding myself of this constant fear I have – not as in the psychological phenomena of general… Continue reading
She Who Was Me
I did what I said – another journey, just when I was done with the last post. This, I am writing just as I’ve come out of the journey. I didn’t intend to, but something happened to me that hasn’t… Continue reading
My garden
I enjoy reading. I do need new glasses, because I find it hard directing my eyes downwards and actually seeing (what’s that called in english – progressive?), but I still do enjoy it. As I might have mentioned, I’ve bought… Continue reading
Morbid methods
I just came home from a journey, and this is the first one I have done that was not particularily nice. I would say it was a two parts journey, and where the first part was mainly me feeling lost,… Continue reading
Follow the white rabbit
Who gets the subject line of this post? 😀 Follow the white rabbit. Anyone who has seen the Matrix knows exactly what it means. If you haven’t seen the movie, please do, because although it is an action movie it… Continue reading
Another spirit meeting
So, for a while, I’ve had problems with my journeying. They started out very nicely, and then I got stuck. I couldn’t get into the nonordinary world; it was like I was not let in. Instead of going there, I’d… Continue reading