Follow the Drum and the Eagle (continued) November 9, 2010Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.
Tags: Drum, Eagle, Indian, Lasagna, Shaman, Synchronicity, Vision, Wisdom
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(This Imagining is a continuation of the imagining started on June 5th, 2010, and can be found here: Follow the Drum and the Eagle)
Auminda, visibly shaken from the set of experiences that just happened, sat on the edge of the bed. He reached over and picked up the eagle feather to examine it more closely. Yessiree, it was an eagle’s feather, alright. Had he just imagined all this? Had he really just found an eagle’s feather on his pillow after having that shamanic journey? This was a little spooky, almost too synchronistic for Auminda. He thought that maybe he should call someone. He scooched over closer to the telephone and began to dial.
Taking a Higher Perspective August 2, 2010Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.
Tags: Autonomy, Child, Eagle, High, Laughter, Parent, Perception, Perspective, Stream, Swim, Wind
Today was to be the day. Little did Fidaole (pronounced feh-dow-lee) know that her parents had been waiting for this day for quite some time, but how could she know this when she was still getting used to what it felt like to live inside a body? Fidaole was playing in the grass, while her parents watched from afar. This was how most of Fidaole’s time was spent – exploring. She was allowed the opportunity to do pretty much whatever she wanted and given that she was still a baby, she wasn’t going to go off too far. Nonetheless, her parents were adamant about letting Fidaole do what it was that she wanted to do when she wanted. It was their opinion that Fidaole was not their baby, but just a gift that they were looking after until she was old enough to completely take care of herself.
Follow the Drum and the Eagle June 5, 2010Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.
Tags: Drum, Eagle, Shaman
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Auminda (pronounced awe-min-dah) had a favorite time of the week – shamanic drum circle. It was here that he was able to go and forget about his week and – literally – journey. When he lied down on the rough and simultaneously soft dirt as it held his body throughout the process of the journey, he knew that all of his cares would be washed away.