by April Rameé | Nov 18, 2015 | Mystical, Travel, Warrior
Star Date 1.28.4.13 Kin 210
White Lunar Dog
I polarize in order to love
Stabilizing loyalty
I seal the process of heart
With the lunar tone of challenge
I am guided by the power of spirit
I am a galactic activation portal enter me
The road to this trailhead is windy, narrow, unpaved, bumpy, and full of pines and stars. The scent is overwhelming peaceful, as I am crammed in the back seat with César as we slowly creep closer to Clear Creek trailhead. Thinking about the energy for the day, a White Dog GAP day, and how I am a White Self-Existing dog. I feel a deep love for my dear friend, spiritual brother, and an innate loyalty our soul contract requires. We are embarking upon a challenge guided by spirit set by an intention I made many years ago when I discovered Mt. Shasta existed, to climb up there, spend a night or two, and meditate for hours with the spirit of the mountain. My intention is similar to César’s, whose goal is to hike to the summit of the mountain.
Ali and Michelle drop us off at 21:27 at the Clear Creek trailhead. We prep our gear, fill out forms, and grab poop bags! WHAT?! I must be crazy. I am about to start a hike in the evening through woods I never seen before, with animals, and no way to use a bathroom except on a piece of paper with a target and bag to put human waste in. I pray I do not need to use the bathroom but at the same time I feel excitement for the journey. We start the hike at 21:35, an ascent from below the tree line to above the tree line is the goal before midnight. Headlamp leads the way as we wind through the dark tree line. Looking up to see the stars during occasional breaks. I see the moon hidden amongst the tree line, low in the sky, large, warm yellow orange peak through tree line at times as we twist and turn through the tall pine forest. The moon is in Gemini on the eastern horizon. While in the western horizon Vega is bright in the sky and is a constant companion as we hike in the dark, leading the way towards Mt. Shasta’s peak.
22:11 – We are at a clearing and the waning gibbous moon is higher in the sky with Orion chasing after the moon. Vega still sits above the top of Mt. Shasta and we almost don’t need a headlamp to light the path. Shasta’s snowy peak gleams and beams in the night sky and only if my camera could capture the beauty, the stillness, the peace.
23:15 – A slow ascent but we are at a full clearing and Vega begins to set beyond the peak of Shasta. I see a red shooting star beam into the mountain and feel a sense of accomplishment for taking on an adventure outside of my comfort zone, but something I’ve always dreamed about. I recall a friend who I associate shooting stars with and know that he is right there with me at that moment experiencing the epic night sky through my senses and is guiding me on the path with love. The idea of being on this mountain so high up watching the sky rotate as we revolve around the Earth’s axis brings an eternal smile to my face. I know that when I am older and smile lines are etched in my skin this is one of the experiences that helped mark me with the beauty of that wrinkle. What more is there to life?
Star Date 1.28.4.14 Kin 211
Blue Electric Monkey
I activate in order to play
Bonding illusion
I seal the process of magic
With the electric tone of service
I am guided by the power of vision
I am a galactic activation portal enter me
00:00 – Happy Halloween! We are above the tree line and hear the babbling creek, which means there is water and we are close to where we should camp for the evening. The moon is high in the sky and lights our way as we abandoned the headlamp for the moon an hour ago. On the left of the trail appears to be the perfect spot to camp, soft, not too many rocks, some small bushes to block part of the wind. We collect water from the stream and set up camp. I purposefully make sure the tent doors are facing the East and West. East towards the mountain range horizon where the continuous stars emerges from the other side of the world. The west contains the peak of Mt. Shasta, which I stare at before going to sleep in awe at the beauty of the snow-covered peak reflecting the brightness of the moon.
05:00 – Alarm goes off. The sun is still asleep lighting the other part of the world, but Venus, Jupiter, and Mars look so beautiful in the sky in Virgo. Almost in a straight line in the sky and I honor Venus and the planets and stars as I step out into the cold morning air. The moon illuminates but not so much that I can’t see the stars. Orion is still in the sky following the moon closer to the peak of Mt. Shasta and it is one of the most beautiful sights in my life. The early morning sky with Venus my lover up high in the east, what more is there to life? Seriously? I fall back to sleep and dream prophetic visions of which are too hard to explain.
06:55 – I open the tent door and the colors are magnificent. A yellow, orange hue of early first sunrise. The planets are still out to play. César preps and leaves for his ascent higher as I keep the tent door open after walking around some to watch the sun rise with protection from the cold and wind. Sun gazing is always amazing but on this mountain with the peak of Mt. Shasta behind me and the mountain ranges in front of me….the first rays of the sun comes over the mountains. I have seen some beautiful sunrises before but this one is definitely in the top 5. This is why I came here; to see the stars, to see the sunrise, to feel the mountain energy as I sleep under peak, to feel the vibrations and sound of the mountain, to see the patterns unknown to my eyes while I stare at the sun restructuring and it strengthens my eyes. The dreams are so intense on the mountain; old lovers, friends, and people I never met before visit me. We frolic on adventures and rejoice in peace and love. I stay awake until 8am forgetting today is a Rainbow Meditation day and yet I some how feel a surge of energy as I am in deep meditation around this time. Eventually I fall back into a state of visions and dreams.
10:00 – I emerge from the tent finally and the moon is still out. I watch it set beyond the peak in less than 3 min. I look around my surroundings; the full day sun is much different than the night, early morning, and sunrise. There is a rock, which I thought at one point in the night, was a bear, I yelled at it in the evening, but seeing it as a large rock now I laugh at myself and think this is where I am spending my day. Perched on the rock to stretch, lay out my crystals for charging, write poetry, meditate, and lay out and slab. Slab is a term I use for laying on rocks which capture the sun’s heat and transfer the warmth into my body. Therefore, I am smack in the middle of warmth from the sun and the rock. It works quite nicely all over the world in many locations.
11:00 – I sit here and write after a short yoga session on the massive rock, which obviously fell down from the peak. Crystals charge facing the peak, I listen to the sounds of the mountain; the wind, comes into my ears and tells me the secrets of the mountain, the water cascades down small bubbling creek in the distance, the tress below are rustling to one another with the wind, and the sun beams down as clouds pass through the mountain range. I spend hours staring up at the clouds that are above me and look down at the clouds that are below me. There are patterns in the clouds, there are patterns I see in my eyes but I am unsure how to explain their shapes and morphing. The clouds give away to images of unicorns, dolphins, and other mystical creatures. I think about César and what the view must look like from higher up the mountain, in moments I am transported to his eyes, a bird’s eye view above the clouds, atop different peaks of 360-degree views of mountains. I feel as though I am a space holder as he traverses above the clouds into 14,000ft. of lofty existence. I can feel the Earth pulsating beneath me and my body captures the lessons where my intelligent mind is unable to grasp the subtleties of sacred matter. Who wants the mind to cloud the pureness of nature? The body, spirit, and soul have a higher understanding of things unseen. All I know…this is the life as a pray for the return of my brother in one piece.
3:15 – César comes back into camp and is freezing, I drape him in his sleeping bag, offer warm tea, delicious snack, and warm blanket. He looks as if he has seen the unseen. His eyes are wide, hands are cold, hair is in all directions, and he is alive! He discusses his epic climb to the summit, above the clouds he stared at them for what seemed like hours. The same clouds I saw below he saw above and we share images, thoughts, and exasperated exclamations of how it is all so unexplainable. On his descent he fell multiple times, became lost, and wandered around the mountain hoping just hoping he could find camp. Luckily he embarked upon a large stone with an arrow we had seen the night before and back tracked, more like re-climbed the mountain again to return home. I am so happy he made it safely because I began to get nervous about his return, praying for him to be safe, and felt him searching, but as any older brother/sister I gave him a little smart-ass remarks on his return and said he has no right to complain since this is the journey he chose. He made it back just in time for him to warm up some, eat a snack, pack up and make it down in time to meet our ride. As there is no cell service and these things must be planned and committed to before departing the presence of those who are helping. The descent down is quick and painless. My focus is getting us to warmth especially after César hiked in a guayabera, a Cuban button down shirt and a small pull over Tibetan hoodie and rain jacket; basically not enough gear to actually stay warm 14,000 ft. Also hunger takes over as coconut strips and little bit of water was all there was to feed me. In the moment and reflection I am nothing more than grateful for his fearlessness to climb to the summit, to have the opportunity to support his quest by holding space energetically, physically, and in prayer, spend time in communion with Mt. Shasta, and the chance to experience the summit through his eyes. Each day since then is constant integration and understanding images I saw, vibrations I experienced, and the union of the stars/planets as they play on my life.
All warm and no longer on the mountain
by April Rameé | Dec 28, 2014 | Mystical, Quote
Futility (n): pointlessness, hopelessness, or uselessness
Yes. I feel all these things I say as I look up the definition. I just pulled the Seven of Swords in the Thoth Tarot Deck by Aleister Crowley. Sometimes I pull cards to just have my current emotions confirmed. I feel that is all the cards do, show you in physical manifestation what you are already feeling or focusing on. Ahhhh, damn cards know I am feeling hopeless, maybe I should have done things differently, but there is a silver lining in questioning yourself, sitting in meditation, and observing all of this emotion. The silver lining is knowing that you can always start from your current state onto the path you choose at this moment in reflection. You can always shift. I stare at the sword in the middle and think, Oh shit! All the others swords are pointing at the central sword. What does this mean?
“The Seven of Swords is that state of mind, which produces futility, or the sense of helplessness, hopelessness, or “what’s the use?” Basically, this state of mind is knowing mentally what you want, which is represented by the central sword, and then telling yourself all the reasons why it’s not going to work, which is represented by the six swords coming in at the central sword. This is negative thinking, or the sabotaging mind, that sabotages what it is that you really want. It’s the yes-but tape in the mind, telling yourself the reasons why things won’t work.
The Seven of Swords is Sun and Moon in Aquarius. The two wavy lines at the bottom of the card are associated with Aquarius. The circle with the dot I the middle is the sign of the Sun, and the crescent moon symbolizes the Moon. Six ways that we sabotage what we want are revealed by the astrological symbols on the handles of the swords. The negative aspect of Saturn, or the yes-but aspect of Saturn, is telling ourselves that there is too much red tape or too many details. The other handle of the sword has the symbol of Mercury, the planet of communication on it. The negative self-talk of Mercury, negative communication to the self, is using such words as “I can’t…if only…someday I’ll…wish I’d a…,” all negative communication to the self about why this project or situation won’t work. On the other handle of the sword is Jupiter; Jupiter is the planet of flexibility and expansion. The negative self-talk of Jupiter is that, “I am not lucky….it’s too constricted, too limiting.” On the other handle of the sword is Mars; the positive aspect of mars is energy, vitality, and assertion. The negative self-talk of Mars would be, ‘I don’t have enough energy….I’m exhausted, burned out….it’s dull, boring.” On the other handle of the sword is the sign of Venus, which is associated with love. The negative self-talk of Venus is, “I really don’t care…it doesn’t mean anything to me anyway,” is the sabotaging component of Venus. The final handle of the sword has double loops on it, which is associated with the Sun and the Moon. The negative aspects of the Sun and the Moon is that consciously and subconsciously you sabotage yourself out of doing what it is that you want to do.
The sabotaging mind or the yes-but tape will generate the experience of futility, or what’s the use, or helplessness, and hopelessness. Basically, it’s important to remember that the Seven of Swords represents the mind that knows what it wants, which is symbolized by the central sword, and the other six swords represent the yes-but tape in the mind, or ways of telling ourselves all the reasons why things are not going to work.
When you pull this card, it indicates that in the next seven weeks or the next seven months you are no long willing to sabotage what it is that you want. The number 7 is associated with the Chariot, which is the generator and motivator of change, and 7 is the number of movement, so somehow, in the next seven weeks or next seven months, you are wanting to move through negative thinking in the mind that sabotages what it is that you want. Also, during the next seven weeks or seven months there would be an opportunity to release sabotaging patterns that have surfaced either in the last seven months, or sabotaging patterns that go back to seven years ago, or sabotaging patterns that may have been implemented when you were seven years old. It might be interesting to see which of your parents had a tendency to sabotage what he or she wanted through negative thinking, because somehow, in the seven weeks or the next seven months, you are no longer willing to be the lineage bearer or the legacy bearer of family futility patterns or sabotaging patterns held in the mind“ (The Tarot Handbook by Angeles Arrien).”
Wow! This is my life to a T at the moment. How many years have I lived in this yes-but paradigm, all the while manifesting dreams but in some way limiting them with this self-sabotaging voice of fear in the back of my mind? I am in this transition from leaving the previous life I knew, working 7-5 and then working every moment after that on my own personal business, education, and the practices that enliven my soul and heart. Thinking that somehow I could do it all, be the conventional person and live my true path in the world. There were so many points where I thought, there is way too much to do to really be able to exist this way, maybe one day I will travel the world, what makes me so special that I can live the dream life, this existence can be so draining but I must push through, and most importantly in love thinking I am okay without anyone to support and be my partner in life. Don’t we all have these points where we self-sabotage our dreams?!
Recently, I decided I no longer live the life where I say, yes-but..Instead I live..yes-and… (Thanks Ally for that twist on words). I am going through a point in life where I am setting boundaries, re-defining relationships within friendships, love, business, myself, and family. Yes family! I love how this card says that I am not willing able to be the lineage bearer of the family legacy. I am coming to terms that for me to move forward in life I must burn through the karmic patterns of my family, shed this “conventional” way of existence in the world. I am realizing limitations of my parents and how that has reflected in my life, especially in love.
In the next seven weeks I am embarking upon a personal journey through the rainforests of Peru. A journey I have been looking forward to since 2008, which happens to be almost 7 years ago. There are so many negative events that happened a full 7 years ago, when I was seven, and even seven months ago that I am ready to shed. This is always my journey, to shed the pain, heartache, negativity, and move forward to be the best version of myself. Be a person who can share their gifts to the world and flourish in full abundance of my passions. For me, this is always what I wanted as a little girl in my bedroom reading book after book, imagining traveling the world, bringing joy to those in pain/depression, keeping innocence alive while standing tall in the harsh realities of the world. Everything, I mean EVERYTHING, I have done up to this point, gone through, all the pain, all the loneliness, walking this path with true gratitude for my guides and support, is to share with the world how to heal, regain our innocence (beginners mind), take care of our bodies/mind/heart/soul, and foster beauty/freedom/community in the world. I am now at the point where there is no turning back, my seven year old self is back and claimed my life back. Therefore, all the negativity and blocks must leave.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- Every day, every day, every day, every way,
- Gonna let my little light shine.
- Light that shines is the light of love,
- Hides the darkness from above,
- Shines on me and it shines on you,
- Shows you what the power of love can do.
- Shine my light both bright and clear,
- Shine my light both far and near,
- In every dark corner that I find,
- Let my little light shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- Monday gave me the gift of love,
- Tuesday peace came from above,
- Wednesday told me to have more faith,
- Thursday gave me a little more grace,
- Friday told me to watch and pray,
- Saturday told me just what to say,
- Sunday gave me the power divine,
- Just to let my little light shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
- Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine.
~April~
by April Rameé | Feb 26, 2014 | Mystical, Poetry, Travel
Past life, this life, the lives.
Present is the past incarnated in the future.
Future is the present incarnated in the past.
Past is the future incarnated in the present.
Now. Then. When.
Karma ebbs and flows.
Move with the tide.
Synchronistic ride.
More than fate or destiny.
~April Rameé
This poem is inspired by the Goddess card I pulled this morning, Isis. Isis represents past lives according to the card deck. I find it interesting as I journey to NY to practice with Dharma Mittra to reflect upon my life. I think life is a great remembering of the past and who I am. There are moments along the path that I consider a great awakening to the true nature within myself. These past parts of who I was that create who I am. These future ideals that shape the present moment of what I choose and who I become.
This is a draft. I am sure there is more to add at a later date.
by April Rameé | Feb 14, 2014 | Ceremony, Mystical, Poetry, Warrior
Today we set fire to you.
Yes you!
The heart that is cracked, broken.
We lit a fire into your dead pungent remains.
Burned down our regrets.
Purified the soul.
Honored the sacred directions.
Bowed to the full moon goddess of receptivity.
Yes today we set-a-blaze to the heart and sent it out into the river to flow into the infinite sea.
There you can be reborn.
Mother Earth carries your true purpose back into our hearts.
~April Rameé
A year ago on New Years Day my heart broke in a way I have never felt. I lost hope in love, pushed out into sea with no help, stranded, scared, and lost. Synchronistic events led to the physical representation of the heart through my crystal bowl to be broken as well. A crystal bowl I played representing the heart chakra, beautifully tuned, also cracked and no longer sang as if the bowl felt my pain and my heart fall into the abbess.
Finally, after a year, I offered the cracked heart chakra bowl into the river at Rock Creek. Under the full moon we head out through freshly fallen snow, guided by the light of the full Moon Goddess. In a circle of ceremony with dear friends, Mayrose, Anjanaye, Amber, Philly, and Aqeel, we set on fire our pain, let go of the past year, ready to move forward with love full in our hearts. We watched the fire burn within that broken bowl. I watched the letter I wrote to the past consumed by flames. Full moon shined down into our circle. The hands of the Moon wrapped around our hearts, pulling out the discarded sections. We offered the physical representation of the heart to the river in DC, returning crystal to Mother Earth. Into the womb of the all powerful. Mother Earth guides the broken love and transforms the pain, washed and cleansed by the river to flow through the heart of DC.
Let our act of letting go and mending be reflected into the city of DC and lend a healing hand to all beings. May the intentions flow to the sea, evaporate into the air and rained down throughout the world.
I love you. I love you all. Thank you.
by April Rameé | May 20, 2013 | Death, Mystical
Thursday morning driving home from Mysore practice, feeling content, breezy, easy and light. Driving along the light turns green before me, I follow behind the traffic and then boom, boom! I struck a human being with the car. He came out of no where, running into the street wildly as if trying to kill himself. My windshield crashes into the car, glass shards stab my face, legs, arms, and fall into my mouth. My teeth clenching glass, then my jaw falls. Mouth wide open screams bellow from inside my soul. I exit my car, stare at the man on the road, not moving, bleeding from his head. What did I do?! Shock and adrenaline takes over, I am out of my body, the scene is too much to take in as tears stream down my face and my world shatters.
For the past few days the images, sounds, and smells of the day haunt my very existence. I space out at moments and jolt back into the world when someone calls my name. How can I go back to my life before? How do you move on from striking a human being with your car? It doesn’t matter that it isn’t my fault and that he was caught stealing, running away from authority; it still does not change the truth.
I saw the Dalai Lama today in Kentucky and he said our sensory experience, even in the most harmful and painful situations, must be left on the surface level of sensory experience and to not allow it to go deeper into the emotional mental state and upset the flow of contentment. Creating compassion for all sentient beings. That no one seeks suffering. Suffering which is caused by ignorance. Rising above all forms of ignorance is possible because knowledge is attainable. I meditate on these words at this moment.
Below though are the exquisite, poetic words from one of the witnesses of the day, Michele. She was a saint who offered me compassion, affection, and love within such a critical moment in my life. Her words describe the event better than I can at the moment.
What I Didn’t Tell the Officer
May 16, 2013, 7:52am
A pool of goopy blood crowned him like a halo, his head awkwardly pressed face-down against the pavement. I got down on my knees beside him, held his elbow, and told him there were people coming to help him. His long eyelashes fluttered, but I could only see the whites of his eyes.
His back lifted slightly and swiftly up and down from the street and I said, “He’s breathing, he’s breathing,” loudly, to no one.
Another man knelt down beside me and carefully cupped the injured man’s forehead and started talking to him like he was his brother. “Don’t move! I know it hurts, man, but you’re better off not moving. Don’t wanna make things worse. You’ll be alright. Help is coming. We’re here. Pleeease don’t move.” I felt a wave of silent peace wash over me. He will comfort.
I stood up and slowly turned around my own axis, taking in 360 degrees of the Georgia and New Hampshire Ave intersection through a thick glass of tears and confusion. What an expansive and wild place. It wasn’t flowing anymore, it was teeming. Hundreds of cars everywhere, now backed up, pedestrians standing in groups watching and adjusting to get a better view of the scene. Then the metro stop, buses. There were a thousand other lives moving through the world, in this place, at this time. With me and the man in the middle.
I looked at the windshield, which was now the biggest frost star of interconnected glass shards you’ve ever seen. Ominous and intricate.
My eye caught one of the man’s sneakers stuck under the bumper of another car many yards away. When the man took flight in a majestic and powerful side-bounce off the windshield, his shoes had snapped off and sailed through the air in a triumphant arc.
This image of sublime and elegant design delivered in such an impartial manner, was for me a backstage peek at the real, untamable, and terrifying face of life. We are all, always, almost dead. But who can live that way?
The helping man was now talking with the young woman – my age – who had been driving the car. She was sitting on the curb, sobbing and disoriented. And he was crouched down in front of her, holding her face, looking her straight in the eye. “You need to know that this is not your fault.”
I really hope she remembers.
The “blood saint” had sprinted at high speed and unexpectedly into oncoming traffic. Why? What had the early morning brought him to open up this reckless move?
When the police, ambulance, and fire trucks came, the timeless quality of the moment stopped and an incredible process took over. A well-oiled human machine of police officers and first responders directed traffic, secured eye-witness accounts, cut off the injured man’s clothes, moved him onto the stretcher, and mopped up the blood. Strong and empathic officers were talking to the driver now, helping her think through whether she was hurt. One step at a time, they called her work, called her friend, encouraged her to go to the hospital, just to be safe.
I continue my bike commute. Cars honk at me and get impatient. This is nothing new, but I am different. Don’t they know they are steering killing machines? It seems to me that sober reverence is the only appropriate disposition with which to take on the overwhelming responsibility of being a driver. Or of being a pedestrian. Or a human in the world, just in general.
May I not forget. Everything is fragile, vulnerable, and already changing. But there is also a mysterious grace, and helpers who skillfully hold the pain. May I honor our fragility and our collective resilience and not take it for granted.
Daily Guidance Writings of Daisaku Ikeda
by April Rameé | Mar 8, 2013 | Mystical
Titus contemplating with me on the fallen tree
Hiking in your own neighborhood is possible in DC and I enjoy taking Titus, my dog…Isn’t he cute? Here we are in Rock Creek Park today sitting on a log contemplating life 🙂 Off the beaten path. In between fence lines to hold us out of some unknown. Sitting on this sloping tree that fell down this steep hill observing all that is going by. Leaves flying in the breeze while the sun shines down onto our skin. He sniffs while I practice three part breath. Enjoying the beauty and the moment of solitude.
After awhile it is time for us to take the descent back down. Due to the fences it isn’t an easy as it seems. Long path up even longer path down. Titus and I try to go near the fence and quickly learn the leaves piled up mask the true depth of solid ground from the height of leaves. Changing our direction we come across beautiful crystal type stones. I stop and we pick out one together. I know he likes it because he tries to put it in his mouth to walk home.
Walking slowly now staring at the ground I take another two steps and think, maybe a stick for the altar at home as well. Then popping out of the leaves I see it, this bone. “No way! Oh my god…” I whisper out of my mouth. It is…Deer antler! Seriously?!?
In an instant my dream this morning comes rushing into my mind!!!!!! These deer antlers are a physical representation, a confirmation of my dream having a true importance in my reality.
Deer antler that found me today.
Waking up this morning, dreams fresh in the mind. Walking up this snow covered mountain I came to a clearing with minimum trees around. This black mother bear and baby cub are walking up the hill beside me in amazement I look around. A mother deer and baby calf are also walking beside me in between the bear and myself. I feel a slight amount of fear for seeing the bear. The deer and her baby start walking towards me and surround me staring deep into my eyes letting me know I am okay. I remove my fear and then the mother bear turns around and her mouth opens wide with jaws and comes towards me. I release fear and allow myself to be swallowed by the bear.
Wake UP! I am up instantly. I do not feel fear. I feel calm. I feel myself laying safely in my bed, warm and snuggled. I fall back asleep. Dreams of snow and trains until I wake again.
I remember! I dreamt about the bear and the deer. If you don’t know or want to READ sometime ago in the summer I intuitively realized that deer are my spirit animals. I am questioning what is the importance of the bear. Can you have two spirit animals? Can you have a totem? I researched the importance of the bear, the deer, and if you can have more than one animal.
- The primary meaning of the bear spirit animal is strength and confidence
- Standing against adversity; taking action and leadership
- The spirit of the the bear indicates it’s time for healing or using healing abilities to help self or others
- The bear medicine emphasizes the importance of solitude, quiet time, rest
- Bear spirit animals bring strong grounding forces
This part I found is the most interesting:
The spirit of the bear as healer and teacher
Interestingly, in Siberia, the name used to designate women shaman is the same as the word “bear”. In Northern America, in the Inuit tradition, the bear spirit animal is also connected to the shamanic tradition and women.
For the Inuit people, the bear is a strong power or totem animal. In some beliefs, it is said that if an Inuit hunter accepts to be eaten by a bear, he may reincarnate as a shaman and carry the spirit of this animal. The polar bear is considered as the “Wise Teacher” as it shows how to survive in harsh conditions.
- Gentleness
- Ability to move through life and obstacles with grace
- Being in touch with inner child, innocence
- Being sensitive and intuitive
- Vigilance, ability to change directions quickly
- Magical ability to regenerate, being in touch with life’s mysteries
I know at this moment there is healing in my heart, my soul, my surroundings, and the world but to see this dream and find the antlers…profound.
Observing, aware, compassion, healing,
APRIL RAMEÉ
