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Welcome! Just like Raw Food, just like Twitter, there are many new creations sweeping the world. I am one of them. So is this blog. So - I’m wagering - are you. As the world changes, we discover ourselves more deeply and a new, more personalized spirituality emerges. The new spirituality may or may not involve a church, a mosque, a synagogue, or even a yoga studio. What it does do is ignite the creative spark within. It inspires us to move in large and small ways into new territory. This territory is more loving, authentic, expansive, and innovative. This blog is devoted to an exploration and celebration of this new spirituality, its promise and the rejuvenation it brings.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

A Beautiful Dream from the Trees – Shamanic Dreaming Workshop (Post 3 of 4)


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…And I was also responsible to it.

Having long known that trees are the lungs of the Earth, I was just beginning to grasp that they are part of her nervous system as well.  This knowledge, transmitted directly from the trees, was confirmed five years later when I happened to pick up a copy of Sun magazine and read an article about biologist Paul Stamets’ work. 

Based in Olympia, WA, Stamets has devoted his life to studying mushrooms and mycelia, or the webs of fungi’s networked fibers.   These organisms partner up with other plants, including trees, for mutual benefit; the partnerships are called mychorriza.  The fungus breaks down nutrients that can then be more easily absorbed by the roots of the tree.  In turn, the tree releases sugars that the fungus depends on, as fungi don’t photosynthesize.  One Douglas fir tree may form mychorrizal partnerships with 2,000 species of fungi. 

In his book Mycelium Running: How Mushrooms Can Help Save the World, Stamets says:

I believe that mycelium is the neurological network of nature.  Interlacing mosaics of mycelium infuse habitats with information-sharing membranes.  These membranes are aware, react to change, and collectively have the long term health of the host environment in mind… These networks not only survive, but sometimes expand to thousands of acres in size, achieving the greatest mass of any individual organism on this planet.[1] 

After reading this, I dreamt for three nights of being held in the net of tree roots beneath the surface of the Earth, feeling deep connectedness.  Re-entering the dreams through a shamanic journey, I experienced the mycelial networks directly:

My spirit allies take me down into an underground cave.  Others arrive; I am moved to have them all present.  They put me in the middle of the circle.  I sink down into earth, connect to the fine roots of trees, which show up as white threads.  I start to swim in the brown richness of the soil, bathed in the neurotransmitters secreted by the mychorriza, feeling calmed, nourished.  This deep layer is the nervous system of the Earth.  Disrupting and thinning it causes neurological damage to Earth that is immediately reflected in our nervous systems.  Is it any wonder that we’re all so damaged by mental illness, abuse, depression, trauma – that humans are so out of balance?  We damage the Earth’s nervous system, which damages our own, which brings us to further damage the Earth. 

I also understand that trees are literally “standing on their heads”; their primary neurological tissue is under the surface of the Earth.  This is where they dream from.  Swimming in this deep brown layer, I am in the trees’ dreamtime.

We can create the capacity to dream ourselves back to health – and we can help heal the dreaming tissue of the Earth.  Who among us can imagine the restored power of the dreaming trees, the dreaming Earth?  As we learn to dream with and for them, we become whole.

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Thank you, June, for sharing this beautiful dream and message on this blog!  My hope is that in the future we will get to hear more about how we and trees can heal together!

Wait, did I hear that right?  Did that June Bluespruce woman say she was a tree in human form?!

Hmmmmmmmmmmm?  Takes one to know one, I guess!

(for more, see next post)


[1] Paul Stamets, Mycelium Running: How Mushrooms Can Help Save the World (Berkeley: Ten Speed Press, 2005), p. 2.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

A Beautiful Dream from the Trees – Shamanic Dreaming Workshop (Post 2 of 4)

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In early February 2011 I attended a shamanic dreaming workshop led by June BlueSpruce, tree in human form, life coach and shamanic practitioner.  (Click here for June’s website).

As discussed in the last post on this blog, though shamanism has traditionally thrived within a shroud of secrecy, it is also a powerful practice intended to serve the well-being of humanity and the Earth. 

June was kind enough to write down what she saw and learned from one dream from the trees, a dream she also shared verbally during her February workshop:

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Tree Dream #1: Trees Are Part of the Earth’s Nervous System

“The story we need is written on wood, on the trees.  This is not a story we can get from computers.  We must not rush.  We learn to speak tree language to use in healing.  Healing energy enters through lines of text.” – Dream, March 2004

Deep in the silence of my first Medicine Walk, a month after I had this dream, the trees spoke to me. 

In the words of Grandmother White Eagle, a gifted shamanic teacher with whom I have worked for many years, a Medicine Walk is “a sacred adventure.   It could be described as a vision quest on the terrain of the Divine Feminine, a journey into the natural and spiritual realm of the Earth Mother.”  For a period of 36 hours, we opened ourselves in silence to the guidance, support, and wisdom of Spirit, seeking healing, grace, vision, and medicine.  It is not necessary to fast or stay awake outside during a Medicine Walk, as one does during a traditional Vision Quest.  What one gives up can include outgrown notions of oneself, one’s limitations and fears, one’s separation from nature and Spirit.

About five hours into the silence, on our second night among big trees on the Washington coast, I woke to feed the fire in the wood stove.  Trying to go back to sleep, I experienced a rush of adrenaline, a familiar pattern of worries and fears, wakefulness that resulted in part from childhood trauma.  Seeing the moon’s light through the trees, I thought of my mother, born in the sign of Cancer, ruled by the moon.  She had died of metastatic breast cancer over twenty years earlier, days before her sixty-seventh birthday.  In one of my dreams, she had a beautiful round face like the moon.  I called her to me, felt her hands on my heart and mid-back, and began to cry. 

Between the house and the ocean stood a large Sitka spruce around which we had performed a ritual in the afternoon.  The spruce called, “Come outside.”  I got dressed, went out and lay face down on the ground at the base of her trunk.  I knew I was with my mother then – my human ancestor and the Earth herself.  I was – and always had been – held and supported, like a child on her mother’s shoulder.  I never needed to feel alone again.  I prayed to let go of my fear.

My roots extended deep into the soil of the sandy bank, like the trees.  I felt all of our roots forming a network, a vast nervous system, of which I was a small part.  My fear could be released, transformed, along these connected roots.  I was accepted into that web and knew I could draw on it for knowledge, healing and inspiration. .......

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Shhh! I Can’t Tell You Anything - Shamanic Dreaming Workshop (Post 1 of 4)

In early February 2011 I attended a shamanic dreaming workshop led by June BlueSpruce, tree in human form, life coach and shamanic practitioner.  (We’ll get to the tree in human form part next post!)

I too am a shamanic practitioner.  Nonetheless, I found the workshop to be very exciting as it helped me to hone one of the essential skills of shamanic practice – the art of dreaming.

What is a shaman?  In general terms, a shaman or medicine person is a healer who works directly with nature spirits to bring about change in the world of humans. 

There is some truth in the statement that “we are all shamans.”  The ability to connect deeply with nature - deeply enough to talk with nature and have it talk back - is a natural human trait. Other truths are that many in our modern world are out of touch with this ability, others use it to harm rather than help, and not everyone is called to the life path of the shaman as it is one of life-long learning, commitment and discipline.  In this way, shamanism is also a responsibility.  

To this workshop June BlueSpruce brought a sense of integrity and a willingness to protect the safety and security of the group.  She also brought a high level of skill in helping others discover the gift of dreaming within them. 

What then is the art of dreaming? 

As June teaches it, it is the know-how to request a dream on a particular subject and get it – whether through a shamanic journey or the nightly act of sleeping.  It is also the ability to remember the dream, figure out what it means and act on it. 

While shamanism may be an inherent human ability, dreaming skills do not feel intuitive for most living in the modern world.  Therefore, learning and practicing the art of dreaming reveals a new horizon - the sense that dreams are alive, that they are intelligent messengers guiding us in the right direction.  Practiced in this way, 
dreaming becomes a lifestyle, a path June summed up in the phrase, “living by your dreams.”

There is another peculiarity about shamans that should be noted here – we can be secretive or hard to understand. This is because the spirit world can defy description and, traditionally, a strong sense of privacy has been seen as protecting both the shaman’s power and the purity of teachings.  

So, what actually happened in this workshop? 

Being the good shaman that I am, I cannot say… except to note that it was a true adventure, a weekend of guided travels into the mysteries of the self and the spirit world.  I and my fellow workshop travelers rode on the backs of heretofore mythical animals, we were chewed up, spit out, and altered forever by the same (otherwise known as shamanic initiation), we confronted and just as often skirted our truths; in the process, we built community.  There were tears and laughter, fear and trembling, affirmation and transcendence.  We worked really hard.  It was a workshop that altered my life and practice for the better. 

Oh, but wait, … so as not to leave you hanging there are a couple of things I can share.....

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