BECOMING SHAMAN

Once upon a time, there was a young girl born to a luminous man, a master architect and builder, and a beautiful woman, a sorceress, with the ability to source, connected to a lineage of great source.

The man was an artist of superior design, who lovingly framed the structure in which his new family would grow, with great care and loving attention. The woman, of royal descent, was grounded in the caring for the children, cultivating intellect, while weaving in the dark secrets of feelings and instincts.

As the young girl grew, she experienced a tremendous longing, a yearning to return to a grand and magical mountain, one she envisioned a close kinship to. She would often escape to her imaginary mountain, connecting to her twin flame, her starry nature, a blue prince standing strong among the balconies of her luminous world.

Begging her Father to build her a castle in the sky, He helped her to seed magical trees in the middle of her garden. Her Mother taught her to call upon Time and Space as she tended her trees. Her favorite tree, grew a sweet nectar of a fruit, dripping with juiciness. The other tree bore a tart fruit, which she learned to savor with reverence.

The young girl climbed the sweet nectar tree often, sitting at the center of its boughs, its strong matrix richly supporting all of her imaginary elements. She would rest her back upon the tree’s trunk, swinging, harvesting her songs of life. Whenever the young girl would fall at odds with her world, she would hang upside down on the tree’s boughs, looking up to the sunny skies, entranced by its starry nature and moonlit nights, remembering when she too was a star.

The young girl remembered sitting among the starry community, a crystalline people of the heart, of strength, of conviction. She remembered they had come down the mountain to teach her, to teach her family, to teach her community, of their many travels and their many dimensions.

Whenever she longed for or dreamed of her starry people, she found that her voice would guide her on her travels of becoming one again with her star. They began merging together from the dance with her beloved tree, their rhythm singing with the magic of the stars, transforming her song into her medicine, weaving her two worlds together as one.

As the winds brought about an expansion of her earthly family, her parents expanded the home they lived in right onto the middle of her garden. Her favorite tree was now the foundation for the bigger home and family. Only the other tree with the tart fruit remained, but it too soon withered away of unknown disease.

The young girl too was growing, turning to leave her childhood home, she went on her way to look for her princely star. She thought she found him, and then again, and just when she thought to stop looking, she was struck by lightning and everything she had thought as Truth was gone in one fell swoop. Distracted and wallowing, the winds pulled at her, inspiring her to take flight, this time with the direction and experience of one lightning struck. Turning round, she found she had grown wings, large and light with maturity. She moved her body with the lightness of her new structure and the one she sought became One with her very Being. Glowing in new light, she looked about, becoming Shaman, a being of the very starry nature she had yearned for.

Remembering her trees of sweet nectar and tart fruit, Illuminated, she reached from the heavens for the trees that fed her throughout her life. Climbing thru the reach of the trees’ branches, she stretched her feet into the new and fertile soil of her life, grounded into the garden of her New Life, drinking in its juiciness, informed by the fruit of its sweet nectar.

And as this great Being of Life moved through her world freely, the universe, its galaxies, too moved freely among her branches, uniting her trees once again, uniting her starry skies with her earthly garden, able to handle whole worlds within her very Being. She became Peace, at ease with the Lightness of her Being Shaman.

Diana I. Falconi
DanceMedicine.com
November, 1007; revised July 2008

The Dreaming Tree

Once upon a time there was a beautiful tree, with boughs full of long reaching branches, with branches full of luscious green leaves, and with long roots buried deep into the earth. This beautiful tree stood in the Garden of Possibilities, where a little girl would visit, whenever she dreamed. Every time the little girl would dream, the tree took from its long reaching branches as many luscious magical leaves as the little girl would need to make into her dreams bundles. Together, the two would bring life to many of their little girl dreams.

The little girl was young and full of energy and her beautiful tree was also youthful and full of life. They would laugh and play, touching each other in the wind. The little girl would throw her tiny arms around the big tree and try to squeeze as tightly as she could. She wanted to fill her arms with all the love her little heart could muster for this big, beautiful tree. The tree would caress her cheek gently with its dew filled leaves, or tickle her lightly with one of its prickly branches.

As the little girl grew, she continued to visit the beautiful tree with all her dreams, only little by little, the reverence and love she had for the tree slowly started to disappear. She continued to take from the tree its magical leaves and the tree continued to give her its wonder filled magic. She did not notice that sometimes she would drop some of the leaves on the floor in waste or that the tree was beginning to wilt in lonely sadness. She didn’t have the time to spend with herself and the tree as she used to. And yet she knew she still needed the magical leaves whenever she dreamed.

One day, a little older, the woman found the tree to be standing almost by sheer might, hardly able to root itself into the dry ground that was also slipping away. The tree’s shortened branches were only holding a few dry leaves. The woman did not feel well. Her own spirit suddenly felt heavy, unable to lift her wings and fly with the wind as the tree’s beautiful branches once had. She could not dig deep into the soft-soiled ground with her bare feet as the tree had with its long roots, feeling deeply connected and loved.

The woman cried because she could not dream without her beautiful tree, sacred to her now that it was emaciated and dying. She could not leave without her magical leaves and she could not leave the tree without its magic. She hugged the tree and begged to know the secret to bringing it back to Life. She cried and cried, and hugged and hugged. Touching the tree, caressing the tree, never knowing how much time had passed when suddenly, she felt something touch her. A tear filled leaf brushed across her face and a prickly branch tickled her side. The tree had drunk so deeply from all of her tears of sadness, of hope, of love. All the touching, all the caressing, the hugging had filled the tree with so much Life, that it was back to being green and full of light. The beautiful tree had recovered, growing back.

Now, the woman and her beautiful tree are full of life again, and with the reverence and love she had as a child, the woman tends to her tree, bringing her dreams, sharing her life, spending the time with herself and her beautiful tree. And as she shares her dreams, her life, her loves, the woman and her beautiful tree dream together once again, full of life, full of light, full of abundance once again in the Garden of Possibilities.

Diana I. Falconi
DanceMedicine.com
The Money Tree, 2001;
Revised The Dreaming Tree, July, 2008

Thanks Giving

Dear God, Dear Goddess, Dear Great Spirit

Thank you for my guardian angel. Thank you for the blessings that you give and that I reveal to myself. Thank you for the Destiny, Courage, and the Spirit that it takes to take a Chance, of journeys and to venture into the Depths and Heights. Thank you for Today, thank you for Everyday, thank you for Tomorrow, thank you for Yesterday. Thank you for the Future, thank you for the Past, thank you for the Present.

Thank you for the Love and that extension of you filling my World and Body, protecting me, Guiding me and Lighting my way. Even in the dark, I track the Light, but of course, it is not just me doing the labor. It is something by my side, that is always there. The gentle assistance and quiet encouragement of my guardian angel, that is the extension of you.

Thank you everyone, in the sky, on land, in water or sea, and all of the Everywheres and Nowheres. Thank you all in the dark, all in the light, all of space and all Unknown Places no one has found yet and thank you all of the Secret Places no one dares yet to venture into.

Thank You!

Tiana Drew
2001, revised 2007