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Drum Journey 12-04-2021: Third Eye Being Opened And Other Revelations

Drum Journey 12-04-2021: Third Eye Being Opened And Other Revelations:

I began the journey with an incense & sage cleansing of the space, and a request to the spirits to guide my journey and drumming, and to help me journey and drum at the same time.

Believe it or not, being able to drum while you journey is a skill akin to singing while playing an instrument. The instrument has to be second nature.

In this case I was able to, with a few hiccups, but in the end successfully.

In the journey I met my spirit guide who is a raven walking around our block. This is probably because I walk around our block most evenings several times for exercise. There is another place I am thinking to use as a beginning point, but I need to spend a little more time there in ordinary reality first.

I have been calling my guide "Kutcha" after the traditional crow or raven spirit trickster of the Siberian tradition, who is a lot like Coyote in native American traditions as I understand it.

Today my guide told me that his name is not Kutcha. I told him that I would be pleased to call him by whatever name he chose, and to please let me know what that was. He laughed and said I should already know this.

I have had several visions of making friends with a crow named Charlie, who I would hang around with and talk to a bit. I had thought they were just simple day dreams, but apparently not. My guide is  Charlie - but he told me his other name is Messenger, like the Greek Roman god Hermes / Mercury. (Or more precisely like the role they fulfill)

Charlie was distinctly clear that he was NOT Huginn or Muninn, whose other names are Thought and Memory/Mind.

Charlie asked me where I wanted to go today, and I replied that I wanted to go where he thought I needed to go. The whole point to this journey (and the ones I will be taking over the next year or two) are to learn from the spirits, not to tell them what I want. I had also asked at the beginning ceremony to be taught how to be of service to humanity. I meant it.

I told Charlie that it didn't have to be in water. In the past I had a journey where I walked on the bottom of one of the Great Lakes, but Charlie wouldn't go into the water. He told me that he didn't like to go in the water, he is of the Air and Earth.

Today, Charlie told me it was different, and that the waters we would be near were not a problem for him. 

Charlie then grew to an enormous size, and carried me in his talons through the air. We flew over a vast sea, and in the far distance there were stars and galaxies and nebulae. We landed on a dome-shaped island, and I knew immediately that it was Turtle Island, otherwise known as Gaia, Mother Earth, or Pacha Mama. 

Charlie returned to normal size, and I asked Mother Earth where we were going. She said we were going to talk to Father Sun, whose name is Sol. 

I asked at that point why the Earth looked flat in my journey. Wasn't it actually a globe in ordinary reality? Pacha Mama said that yes, the Earth is a globe in the reality of matter that we walk around on in ordinary consciousness, but that for our purposes here in non-ordinary reality, the flat Earth model is an easier representation for going into space, because we could just go off the edge and be flying in space.

As a side note, I understood why she would say this. I know instinctively that a person's totem of their spirit guide must have a bit of a "cartoonish" look to it. If it is too photo-realistic, it just represents any creature of that particular nature in ordinary reality, such as a hawk or deer or rabbit. If it is a little ambiguous, with softened edges or a little bit of glow to it, it can represent the idea of the animal, which is what most of our spirits are. They are not AN animal, they appear to us as the archetypal idea of that animal so that our human spirits can interact with them in non-ordinary reality. This softness, or fuzziness of form allows the totem of a spirit animal to have a little magic to it. 

It's similar to Schrodinger's Cat, in that it is in an indeterminate state. Our spirit animals are really the embodied probabilistic quantum fields of an entity who exists in non-ordinary reality, which underlies the structure of ordinary reality.

For this reason, the flat-Earth representation I saw in my journey was best for the journey, but it was not a reflection of what is true in ordinary reality, which is a globe. It was a representation of what exists in ordinary reality. There is a difference.

With this, Charlie and I flew off the edge of the flat-world ocean on the back of Turtle Island, and we glided through space so that I could have a conversation with Sol.

In my vision, the Sun definitely had a masculine energy that was older than time. He was paternalistic, in a good and kind way. His face was like the old drawings of the Sun you would seen in children's books from the 1800's or early 1900's, and smiling gently.

Sol told me that he was sorry and sad for what he must do. I understood instantly that he would be heating up the Earth, and that many would die because of it. I asked if he had any choice in the matter, or if there was any way he could delay it. Sol replied that "The laws of this universe are what they are, and even I must live within them." Sol made it clear that this was not his choice, and that we humans were choosing this. He then begged me to talk to humanity and try to get them to change their minds.

I replied that I would, that I have been, and that I would continue to do so. I also explained that it was a minority of humanity that was choosing this, and that most of us didn't want this path, but it's a situation that would take a very large majority of us to change. 

I also told Sol that I held no blame for him, and that I personally forgave him for what must happen if we continue down this road as a species.

It was not really satisfying for either of us, but this was where we parted. I thanked him for spending the time to talk to me, and for sharing his wisdom.

At this point, Turtle Island flew away the other direction with Charlie and I on her back. Have I mentioned yet that the flat-world ocean she was swimming in the middle of when Charlie and landed on her was the Cosmos? The ocean of stars, the froth of the great lighted clouds of gas and dust that lie between the lights? Again, a representation rather than a reflection.

We flew past Sister Moon, who is the local embodiment of Cosmos. I asked if I were to speak to her, but was told by Gaia that now wasn't the time. Sister Moon winked at me and whispered "We'll talk later." I smiled and nodded.

Turtle Island flew toward the constellation Aquarius, and there we met my Muse. I didn't get her name, and I am certain she is the "Family Muse," who also worked with William Stafford. (If he is any relation to me, it's very distant, but I feel related to his poetry, or what I have read of it. It resonates with me deeply)

Our Muse was asking me why I had made so little time for art and poetry of late. I tried to explain to her about the demands of work and family, but she lives outside of human time, and I'm not sure she understood. I did promise to do better, and that I would spend much more time with her once I am able to retire. She also was adamant that I "get the poetry out of the machine." This is NOT generic in this case. She is not talking about doing poetry on computers in general, but rather about recovering a large library of web poetry that is from multiple poets, and that I have a copy of on one of my computers. I'm only one of two people alive who is able to access this library, and I need to recover it and get it back online before it becomes impossible. It's a huge project. I told her that i would work on that as well.

At this point, Pacha Mama began flying us back to the Flat World, which is kind of what I am going to start calling ordinary reality I think. 

While we were on the way, I asked Charlie and Mother Earth about aliens and UFO's. They both laughed at me and said in unison "You already know the answer to that. It's other races and species, from other planets and other dimensions, and your human governments. It's all of the above. You've seen your own government working with time travel before (Another story for another time), so why would this surprise you?"

I have to tell you, two spirits speaking in n unison is NOT like two humans speaking in unison. It's like one voice in your head.

At this point, we landed back in the flat ocean of the Cosmos that is at the edge of or world, and Charlie carried me back to land. He asked me if there was anywhere I would like to go. I told him that I would like to see Yddgrasil, the World Tree. Charlie landed us by its roots. He also told me NOT to go up the tree just yet.

We walked around the base of the tree, where its roots meet the ground, which is the sky of the lower world. It is enormous, but it only took Charlie and I a few moments because we were in non-ordinary reality, where distance is a mater of thought and intention. 

We came around to the other side of the tree, and I could see the scars on its trunk where Odin had been nailed to the tree for nine days before he was given the runes by the Norns.

Just a little bit from the base of the tree was the well of the Norns. I looked at the well, but didn't look in. One of the Norns appeared, and I am not sure which one she was. The three Norns are the Past, the Present, and the Future. Together they weave the threads that make up the Universe into the fate of all beings. I have seen those threads in a vision before. They are pure energy, the brightest white light you can imaging, and I am not sure how the Norns can touch them without their fingers being burned off.

The Norn didn't say anything, she just dipped her fingers in the waters of the well. Like a Catholic Priest does to his flock on Ash Wednesday, she marked my forehead with the water of the Well of Fate, but the mark was not a cross. It was a five-pointed upright star in a circle, with a dot just outside the circle at each point of the star. The design soaked into my forehead right where my Third Eye should be.

At this point Charlie tore a Pearl from my chest, but instead of flying away with it like Muninn did the time he tore the Pearl of Sorrow from my breast, Charlie spat the Pearl at my forehead so hard that it sank in, right at the center of the star the Norn had made.

Charlie told me that this was the Pear of Wisdom, and that moving the Pearl to its correct position would begin to open my Third Eye. He also said that this was a process, and that it would take some time.

With that, Charlie brought me back to Turtle Island for a bit, and told me to practice my drumming for a little longer right now.

After I drummed for a little bit, Charlie and Turtle Island told me to do the call back, and she raced across the water to the shore so fast that it shot up roster tails and left a huge wake.

I returned to ordinary reality and did a ceremony of thanks to all the spirits who had helped with this journey.

Dan