Ghost Girl

When I go on my morning walks I usually end up walking through a neighbourhood park that has this little playground in it. The other day as I was walking, I noticed this tire swing swinging all by itself, seemingly. Then as I got closer I noticed that there was a little girl on it. She looked no more than 5 or 6 years of age and perfectly happy, except for one thing....she was dead. This was an apparition of her spirit. Understand that I have been communicating with ghosts all my life. So sometimes there is this thing where they appear as solid as anyone of us living folk. She was pretty solid. She noticed me smiling at her as I walked past. Even though I communicate with ghosts, I like to leave the initial contact to them. Much like when I encounter an animal I leave the lead to them as to whether or not they are going to approach. So I walked past and got about 20 paces or so when suddenly I felt a little hand in mine. At first I thought that someone's child was in the park and mistook me for their dad. But when I looked down I saw the same little ghost girl.

"Cant you take me home?" she asked. I knew that she didn't mean my home. She meant her home. But I also knew that I could not take her to her earthly home without disrupting her home and family. But I could see her into the Light.

"Yes," I said, "I can certainly do that for you."

"Do you know my address?" she asked.

"I don't need to, sweetie," I said, "I can take you to your home in heaven." With that I opened a vortex to the Light in the middle of a small grove of trees and bushes. The Light was very bright and she saw it right away. She looked so excited.

"Will my grandma be there?" she asked, "My mom says she's in heaven."

"I'm sure she will meet you there," I replied. With that she ran into the Light, the vortex closed and she was gone.

I did not ask her who she was or her life's story. I was, after all, on my morning walk and not officially on duty. But this is also why when people ask me how I like being a shaman I tell them that 90% of the work I do I actually don't get paid for because I have no way of billing the Universe. I feel honoured that they come to me for help. I feel honoured that I was chosen to have the gifts that I do. And it humbles me when a little girl ghost, so trustingly, asks me if I can take her home. It brings tears to my eyes that such a young spirit would have walked this earth for such a short time. I know that somewhere out there is a set of parents and possibly siblings who miss this little one. I hope that some day they read this and can know for sure that she is now okay. She is safe and in the Light. I feel no need to track them down to share this event. If the time is right and they are guided, they will find me. It would not be the first time that I have assisted a crossing and later encountered the family members of the one I crossed over. It happens. This is also why I like to avoid hospitals as much as possible and why I like to breathe as much as possible.

Blessed Be
Trent
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Ducks Fly Moon

According to the Medicine Wheel teachings, we have, as of September 23rd, entered into the Ducks Fly Moon phase. The medicine of this moon is that of knowing when it is time to pick up and exit stage left. This medicine allows us the ability to pay attention to our inner instincts and migrate to wherever the environment will be more appealing and supportive of our needs.

The Raven is the power animal who adopts all those who are born during the Ducks Fly Moon (Sept. 23-Oct.23). Raven medicine is that of understanding on very deep levels the mysteries of the Void. These mysteries hold deep and powerful magic and intuitive processes. When you encounter a Raven person you will be encountering a person who had deep intuitive insights into you and any situation. When in balance these people can become great "seers" and extremely creative in their communication skills. They make excellent diplomats, writers, and visionaries who strive for justice. When out of balance they can become self-critical and self-destructive.

The Mineral totem for the Ducks Fly Moon is the Jasper, which allows one to be grounded, come from the heart and receive visions. The Plant totem for the Ducks Fly Moon is the Mullein plant, which helps with respiratory disorders (an imbalance from which most born during this moon suffer).

Those born during this moon are included in the Butterfly Clan, which allows one to be aware of various stages of development with a variety of issues all happening at one time. The social butterfly aspect is one that belongs to the butterfly clan and the need to cocoon from aspects of harsh reality helps a butterfly clan person to adjust and adapt and emerge a whole new being.

Blessed Be

Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
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The Night Life

I am really not that good at taking night time photos, so I apologize for the blurriness on this one, the best of what I had to offer. This is my beautiful city at night. At least, this is the way it looks from on the ground. I must admit that most often I see it from above as I am astrally flying over it to other locations. It looks different from the ground. When I am up above it I wonder why anyone like God/dess would be bothered worrying about anything down below considering how small and insignificant it appears. But care S/he does.

Sometimes people ask me what I see when I look at them. It is difficult to explain the appearance of the energy system, a series of colors and lights that appear anything from similar to Aurora Borealis to fireworks. I prefer it when the colors are more settled, like the city at night. Soft hues blend gently into one another and sparkle from pinpoints. Things get reflected back as the energy system assimilates the information around it, thus creating a response that is immediate but not everlasting.

Sometimes I want to wonder the streets at night and just see the city from the perspective of the blanket of darkness. I know that there are many locations that would not be safe to be in at night, but the urge is always there. I feel the thrum of the heartbeat of the city when it is quiet at night. The majority of folks are safe and sound in their snugly beds and the others flit from here to there, barely noticed. I like higher locations to look down from. The top of one of those towers would be great.

Blessed Be

Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn

The White Tornado

It usually happens suddenly. Without any warning whatsoever, the White Tornado rips through our lives. There we are, feeling all comfortable, content and secure and suddenly it sets down and runs disaster into all of it, taking away with it all sorts of debris and rubble. This experience is akin to the Spirit of Destruction that I wrote about in my previous entry. Afterwards we are left feeling traumatized and can sometimes be in shock for a LONG time following such an event.

I think that this is what some people may be experiencing around the 9/11 event from 10 years ago. Although I don't think that I would personally attribute that event with the "Spirit of Destruction" as much as with the evil in the hearts of mankind, the after effects can be similar. I think that is why the media won't let go of it. But in dwelling upon it the media is sort of picking at scabs and not allowing them to heal, but instead making them fester and possibly become infected. That is just my opinion on the matter.

It doesn't have to be something as big as 9/11 that is experienced as the White Tornado. It can be something as simple as losing one's job, failing an exam, or the death of a pet. Nonetheless the effect is the same. We can never really compare what one person's pain is with what another person's pain is. Sometimes people bounce back from events quite well. At least initially they can go on functioning. Some, afterwards, find that they are not functioning quite as well as they thought. Those are the ones who really haven't moved on but instead buried the event inside in hopes of just being able to get on with life. It really is hard to say how any of us will respond to the White Tornado when it hits. There usually isn't time to head for the basement.

I had a dream about a tornado last year that was very vivid. Perhaps it is because of growing up in the "tornado alley" of Saskatchewan. But in the dream there was nowhere to run or hide and I told my companions to get onto the ground beneath a willow bush that was there, lay flat and hang onto the base of the bush for dear life. The willow bush laid itself down over us and protected us from being sucked up into the tornado like others had been. There are a LOT of meanings within this dream, only part of which I have shared here with you. What I found particularly interesting about this segment was my personal resourcefulness in the face of such an event. It made me realize that, whether it be in the dream world or in this world, I am an extremely resourceful individual. Perhaps that is part of my Coyote medicine. Coyotes can survive in anything from the wilderness to downtown New York City.

I think that in the face of the White Tornado, whenever and however it hits, we need to draw upon our own personal resourcefulness in order to get through it and heal in the aftermath. And we all need to realize that it is okay to not be okay and that we all need to lean on others now and then to help us get through the rough patches that life has to offer. After all, those rough patches will always be there, waiting for us. So if we can accept our vulnerability and see that as a strength that will help us to heal, the process will be 10 times easier in the long run.

Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn

The Spirit of Destruction

I often have people asking me, "What the heck is with this Spirit of Destruction?" So I thought I would write down a few words regarding this in hopes that I can promote some thought and consideration of the topic. The ancients used to paint images of the Spirit of Destruction on cave walls. These images are powerful and puzzling all at the same time. The Spirit of Destruction does not necessarily "look" the same to everyone. But its job is always for the betterment of the individual and, with a ripple effect, the people in general.

The purpose of the Spirit of Destruction is to destroy negativity. Thus it forces us to address the deepest and darkest recesses of our minds to heal our own destructive natures. We are often plagued by negative emotions and don't know what the heck to do with them. These negative emotions can completely destroy our chances at happiness, joy, contentment and fulfillment. They only serve to undermine our own sense of our true selves. The Spirit of Destruction will, by its own nature, annihilate these negative emotions within us. This thing is (and here's the THING) in order to do so it must help us to see that no emotion can operate without our own personal consent. So it forces us to look at truths about ourselves that are uncomfortable and frightening, things that we really don't want to have to look at, but if left unchecked will successfully ruin our lives. Sometimes in the process of this healing we feel like we have experienced violence of some unexplainable form. This is because the violent healing is happening and it is something that rocks us to the core. Afterward, however, we are also left with a soothing sense of peace and calm. I think of this as sort of the calm after the violent storm.

Every culture, and in fact every individual, has its own version of the Spirit of Destruction. Each is scary and downright frightening in and of itself, but each also represents that amazingly powerful force of the Divine that refuses to allow us to lollygag along and have no care in the world for what our own negativity is creating. So, essentially, it gives us an ethereal kick in the butt.

Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn

Don't be Alarmed!

You can't see it, but it's there. It has a way of hiding away just long enough to catch you by surprise. Just when you think that it is safe to completely relax, it rears its ugly head and screams at you. It is....the much feared and hated....ALARM CLOCK! It is on the bedside table, just behind the pillows, on the left side.

I am one who likes to wake up naturally. I am also one who normally will wake up no later than 7:30, so morning rituals are easy for me. But when, at 6:15, the alarm clock comes on with the radio talk/music, I find that the first reaction to morning is something along the lines of scrambling to shut the darn thing off as quickly as possible while muttering profanities and immediately trying to get back to sleep for a few more precious minutes. My Love and I switch sides of the bed every week (a healthy thing to do), so when I am on the right side of the bed and the alarm sounds and she is not waking up within a half second to turn it off, I find myself scrambling over top of her to hit the off switch. Of course, scrambling over top of her can have its benefits, but that is not the purpose of the scramble in the first place.

So why, when I dislike alarm clocks so much, is one even set? Did I mention my Love? She has to be at dialysis by just after 7 in the morning 3 days a week, and at work by 8 in the morning 2 days a week. I don't need to be to work till 10 (a delicious plot set out by myself with complete awareness of the benefits of being self-employed!) Needless to say, I LOVE weekend mornings when the alarm does not have to be on at all. Mind you, those are the mornings when, sometimes, some idiot will call you up at 6:30 having dialed the wrong number in a still drunken state from the night before. Well, at least that doesn't happen all that often, but it has happened now and then. Oh, to have the power to zap those idgits through the telephone receiver!

I am looking forward to tomorrow (Saturday) when I can sleep peacefully till 7:30. That, for me, is SLEEPING IN! Can you believe it?!

Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn

Idgits Everywhere

I don't think that the photo has anything to do with the text. However, you never know what may be inspired, so just keep referring back to it, just in case. I like to have a photo at the top of each blog entry. It gives me something nice to look at while I am typing away.

Okay, so there are some people who will do some pretty silly things. Whether it is ignoring your presence when you are standing right there in front of them and thinking that they can look right through you and you won't even notice, or whether it is dining with you and continually critiquing the meal that has been served because they know so much better how it should be prepared or have eaten something that tasted soooo much better elsewhere, or whether it is simply speaking rudely to someone that they think they have power over just because they think they can get away with it, all of this falls into a special category according to the Book of Trent. That category is the one of "Social Retard".

Yes, I said it. Retard, Retard, RETARD! The Social Retard is the one who hasn't a clue about how rude, stupid or disrespectful he or she is being while being it. Social graces? No a chance! Just go ahead and hork up that wad of phlegm at the dinner table, and spit it into the same bucket that you spat your tobacco into a minute before. Go ahead, pick your nose at the red light and then touch the steering wheel once again. Oh, and my personal techno-age favourite.....go ahead and text someone else while sitting across the dinner table from me. Just go ahead....you SOCIAL RETARD!

Now, I know that Retard is not a politically correct term. But I am not talking about mentally challenged individuals here. I am talking about "normal" folks who should freakin' know better and have no excuse except for the fact that they are inept at social graces. These people aggravate me to no end. I know that I have no control over their actions, but their actions are also setting an example for generations to come. Any time I have an opportunity to correct a social retard, I will. That is my privilege seeing as how I am now in the age category where I can be referred to as an "old fart". So I won't put up with teens who think that on the street or in the mall they can "look beyond you" and not make way. Nope. I will PLOW RIGHT THROUGH THEM! Or I will stand in place and let them make their way around me. YOU WANNA PLAY CHICKEN BUDDY? WELL MY ENERGY IS MUCH BIGGER THAN YOURS, SO GO AHEAD AND MAKE MY DAY!

Although some who fall into the category of "Social Retard" are able to learn better and make necessary social adjustments, most are too stupid to even get a clue that they need to. So lead implants to the temporal lobe is the final solution. Not that I am suggesting anyone go to those extremes....I'm just sayin'.

Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn

Sunflower Season

It is indeed Sunflower Season. This is the time when the sunflowers are all in bloom and tracking the sun across the sky. This photo is of a rather short one that I grew last year. This year, the giants are around 16 feet high. The enormous heads on them are so large that they threaten to bend the entire stem over. I have them anchored to my fence, hoping that as the tree sized flowers lean they won't take my fence with them!

Sunflower medicine is that of the Divine Masculine. It watches over us with bright anticipation and shines beams of yellow toward anyone who gazes upon them. The spirals of the centre of the blossom guide the bees and wasps in towards the nectar of the plant, just as the stripes on the floor of a casino guide the attendees towards the blackjack table!

Although I love the sunflowers, I must admit that I do not love the wasps. They are in abundance this year. Between the sunflowers and the hollyhocks, the wasps have pleanty to keep them busy. But they can also be annoying. Try eating a meal outside these days....impossible. There must be some sort of spell to rid one of these pesky kritters, but I have not yet discovered one that works. In the meantime, I am just reminding myself to not wear any brightly colored shirts, which the wasps also enjoy. YIKES!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com