I’m lost and it feels as if you have stuck a knife in my gut. The pain is so incredibly physical I can barely straighten up and it seems like I have been crying for hours…
According to some old storytellers, the fairies disappeared from Ireland with the arrival of electric lighting and, from where I am today with experience in shamanic practice and energy healing, this makes perfect sense. But it’s not so much that I think they’ve disappeared—I think it’s more that we’ve become desensitized to what may be ‘out there’.
There are times when there is magic afoot that we barely notice let alone comprehend, unless we’re attuned to its presence.
When she shows up inside of me there is still a part of me that wants to push her away, part of me that doesn’t love her anymore than others do. She is uncivilized and uncaring about the niceties that make us outwardly attractive to others—the groomed hair, the carefully-selected clothes, the clever ideas and pieces of paper proving our credentials.
‘That’s life!’ Seriously? Whoever first uttered that phrase was in serious need of imagination.
Although addiction is normally something that’s discussed in the context of drugs, alcohol and sex, I’ve seen addictive behavior exhibited around spiritual practices too—over-emphasis on fasting, meditation and plant medicines to the detriment of general health and joy.
The young fire-tender appeared and knelt at the entrance to the lodge, asking permission to enter. In front of him, on what looked like moose antlers, he carried a glowing red rock, which he rolled skilfully into the central pit. It hissed as it hit the dampness of the earth, and Axel felt a wave of warmth…