I have been to comfortable shamanic rituals in living rooms and lodges. Sometimes powerful magic occurs. Often time it feels to clean and sterile for me. Yet magic is with us always if we live it and stay mindful in our intent. Magic is everywhere. I recently became rather fixated on these two books: JesusGate: A History of Concealment Unraveled, by Ernie Bringas. And Robert’s 101 Rules of Order for a Good Life by A. Robert Smith
Why? And what do they have to do with Shamanism? Jesusgate historically states that the odds are that no one who wrote the Bible was an original apostle or even eye witness to Jesus’ life. That tells me some very powerful magic underlies Christianity and the bible and how it is viewed.
Robert’s 101 Rules quotes everyone from Ben Franklin to Edgar Cayce to explain what a good life might be and how we can live one. This is shamanism this is magic in a simple but strong form.
Three years ago while I was living in the Yucatan of Mexico I spent time with some powerful magic workers, many of them Mayan. What they shared in common was that shamanic magic is about intent, expectation, often weird and strange rituals and results!
Shamanism comes in countless forms. I first visited Peru in 1974. I have been traveling back often to Latin America since then. I have, when I could arrange it, lived there. I am not a shaman. I will always be a student. The kind of shamanism I like best are the uncomfortable kinds. If I am facing my fears, my limits, my doubts, my insecurities, my need for comfort then I feel most open to strong life altering life enhancing magic.
If I am in the Amazon River Basin covered in sweat and mud and being bitten by insects as a shaman sings one of the sweetest songs I ever heard I know, something is moving. When I was not aware I was supposed to fast before taking Ayahuasca and I had the runs, and was throwing up and the wax in my ears was melting down my cheeks and I felt so bad I wanted to die, then I knew I was on the edge of a major breakthrough. When it was so cold my warm cloths felt like rags and only coca leaves kept me from freezing to death on an Andean Mountain peak and a shaman danced and I had visions of the Ice Goddess, I knew magic was real.