Shamanic Fun Guy
Foolish street shamanism:
"Oh thanks...now I know who my enemies are!" she sneered, scowling then quickly walkng away from me, downcast. She is a perptually troubled neighbor of many years' aquaintance, living a dream that might as well be called crisis lifestyle. I couldn't help but notice that her dis-ease has worsened since the last time she buttonholed me for a 'street counseling' mini-session.
She had been complaining that no one understood that she was too sick to run errands for 'everyone else' in her group home. I replied with affirming, enouraging words and mirrored a phrase of her's so she would understand me for sure - but inexplicably she heard an insulting condenmnation instead. Over the years I have given as much assistance as I can in ordinary and non-ordinary realities to her and to others who - through tightly intricately interwoven patterns of self-defeat - refuse or sabotage most help.
I can tell that liver failure has backed-up toxins into her bloodstream, embittering her feelings and polluting her thoughts. This is probably why she wasn't tracking our short conversation very well. But some years ago when she was still relatively physically healthy she expressed bitterness and resentment about situations and people every time we met too.
When I opened a shamanic healing and spiritual counseling center I hoped for but didn't require a few signs of measurable success. I am here to hold doors open for Spirit(s) to bring purposeful play to anyone who is ready for happiness and ecstasy. I have been blessed richly and experienced many natural, cosmic miracles.
I breath in her atmosphere deeply and ask for alchemical transformation from Spirit(s) - for her, for the parts of me that resonate with her suffering and troubles, for everyone in the same boat anywhere - then breath out blessings after her. I thank her for being around here to express herself and teach me more about my self. Now I breath in deeply again and breath out laughter. It is plain to see that my serious healing and transforming efforts on her behalf over the years have done precious little to help. Oh well, every little bit is precious indeed, I remember. And I really have no choice but to continue the more loosely wound simpler patterns of my foolish shamanizing around this neighborhood, dreaming the best while I'm here.
Yes, I will continue the foolish shamanizing and cut back on serious healing and transforming efforts! Entertainment can awaken and uplift and laughter can shatter, poke through, or sneak around serious barriers better. Heavenly earthy FUN rolls on no matter what.
"Let me be the shamanic fun guy around here from now on!" is my plea today to Spirit and the Spirits.
P.S. Here is a free e-book I found. http://www.howtobehappy.org/
