The Challenge....

Shamanic Journey


Unsure how I entered but I was dropped from a space into green grass, I began to walk, not looking around just looking at the ground, I could feel the grass under my bare feet. Then it turned to rock, not small rocks but like boulders, gray and brown, then I noticed it turning to dirt. This is when I looked up and there was darkness all around me. I was not afraid but my eyes had to adjust. I saw a fire, with a huge black pot on top of it. There were two doves sitting on top of the pot. It was strange because I would have thought the pot would have been hot due to the fire beneath it. My left index finger grew hot for a moment. I walked closer to the fire, to the doves and somehow the two doves seemed to turn into one pigeon. He grew bigger as I got closer. There was a tree that shaded the scene, no leaves but big and the bark looked rough. To rough to touch. When I approached, the pigeon was as tall as I am and he asked me to sit down. I did beside the rough tree which was not rough at all. The pigeon sat beside me , wrapping his wing around me. Then he told me to open my eyes, to notice, be present in this world.

Time came for me to leave but leaving was not as tiresome as getting there. Seems like only a few seconds, no change in the ground beneath me.

After waking, I was at peace for many hours. I connected with many of the women in the room but after the talk was over choose not to talk with any of them and just left. I did not want to talk to my roommate when I got home. I just wanted to be at peace. Peace is a wonderful thing. We need to hold on to it for as long as possible!

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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