The things we do not see

I always find the play of light and shadow fascinating. When we allow ourselves to look at something and then look in and around that thing, we often will see things that otherwise would be missed. For example, in the centre of this plant, within all the leaves, you can see the silhouette of the plant Deva that helps me work with the plants. I missed this completely until I photographed it.

So who is to say that there is not much more there that we are missing? For example, I see the energy of the plants and stones. They work very harmoniously together. They also help work with the energies of each person who visits me in my office. A scientist said to me, very excitedly, once that there was something that science has now confirmed, which is something that I told him about long ago. He was telling me as well that now it actually exists. I laughed. He wondered why I was laughing. I reminded him that I told him about the phenomenon way before science invented the machine to measure it. Then I asked him if he really believed the dogma of science to such an extent that he was willing to overlook the fact that I had told him about it before? Was he really thinking that before the machine, the phenomenon did not exist? And then I asked him if he really believed that all the other stuff that I am aware of also doesn't exist? How long will it take science to catch up with what shamans and visionaries have been telling hem all along? He wasn't sure what this all meant. Dogma. It blinds you, no matter what the carrying agent.

So I invite everyone who reads this, or who passes the message on, to look at things around them with new eyes. Do you see the spirit that is peeking in the window? Take a look. It is there. No, it is not still there, standing outside my window. I have already dealt with it. But in the photo, it shows up, very faintly, but nonetheless there. Take a look.

Blessed Be

Trent

www.deerhornshamanic.com

Modern Day Pioneer

I remember when I was in grade 3 my family moved to the farm where I grew up for the rest of my years until mid teens. After getting over the shock that there was a moving truck half loaded in front of my house when the bus dropped me off from school (everyone thought I knew!) I was then mortified that we were going to be living on a farm. After all, this meant isolation, a new school, a longer bus ride, lots of manual labor....it was rocking my world, man! Then I discovered that we were taking out the boiler system (didn't work anyway) and installing not one, but two wood burning stoves to heat the house. Thank God it had running water or I would have been so out of there! Bad enough the whole chopping/hauling wood thing. It really did feel like we were living in the sticks and having to really rough it. I know now what "roughing it" really can be, so believe me I am not here to complain at all. In comparison we actually had it pretty good. A lot of work, yes, but pretty good.

I also discovered something that you can't get living in a hamlet, a town, or a city. I discovered the wilderness. It became my friend. When times got rough, I would go for a walk or a horseback ride and love every minute of the solitude and peaceful tranquility that the wilderness had to offer. I often, admittedly, concerned my mother because once I got out there I took a LONG time to get back, but I was never lost as such. Yes, I would go visiting sometimes, until I found my way home, but I never really felt lost or afraid. Actually, I found myself more at home out there than I ever had with the people around me. I listened to the leaves in the trees and they spoke to me. I had the honor of encountering a lot of wild animals and learning their habits and languages. I learned that walking silently was greatly appreciated by all the nature spirits and wild animals. I also connected with Spirit in ways that went much deeper than those experienced by others around me, it seemed.

I think that this is what led me to embracing my Shamanic Consciousness. Just like someone had to be the one to haul the wood, I had to be the one to become a shaman. I wrote previously about my mother and grandmother and how awesome they were in "knowing" things. I do have that within me. I both inherited it and developed it. Most of my teachings came from nature itself, but I also had the benefit of having other shamans and witches teach me along the way. I am very honored that they took the time to do so. They provided me with a road map that will forever be a reference point. I get to choose which direction my journey takes, but the map is always there and does indeed get updated along the way. I can't get lost that way. This is why I always have to honor what resonates as true for me. If I can't honor that within myself, then I end up entangled in others' expectations, which may not be at all realistic for who I am.

Blessed Be

Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com

The Cosmic Garden

In a single gaze, we should see the whole cosmic garden:
in a single breath, feel it
in a single listen, hear it
in a single mouthful, taste it
and through our body alone, touch it.

Master Taisen Deshimaru

This quote I found in my book Awakenings: Asian Wisdom for Every Day. The photo beside the quote is of a boy in Cambodia, riding a bicycle that is 5 times too big for his little body, going really fast down a slope along a road. The background is a blur of trees, and the wheels are spinning so fast you cannot see the spokes. He is sitting on the bar, because his little legs won't reach the pedals if he is on the seat. His smile goes from ear to ear and there is such exhilaration in his eyes that you can tell his heart is beating a mile a minute.

This is the sense of adventure I like to embrace in my life. Not that I am an adrenaline junky or anything, but there is nothing like the unknown to make the blood pump through the veins. I love it. I love things that take my breath away. I feel music, even in the song of birds, feed my soul. I love when the juice of an apple bursts into my mouth, and I relish in the feeling that comes over me with a simple caress. These are the simply, yet very Holy things that connect us to each other and the cosmic garden on a deep soul level. My daughter asked me once why I would, as I walked through the yard, reach out and brush my hand across the branches of the bushes. I said that it is because they love to be touched and I love to be touched, and seeing as how I am the only one who can reach out, I will do so. Feeling their leaves gently slip through or across my palm connects me with them. The communication is very deep and very affectionate. I think that this is why the trees and shrubs talk to me. Because I am willing to reach out and touch the cosmic garden. And when I touch them and communicate, I can feel the communication come to me from the stars as well. It truly is all one. If we breathe it in, it is always available to us.

May you experience the deep soul communion with the Cosmic Garden

Blessed Be

Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com