The River of Consciousness: A Shamanic Meditation

Pond at dusk

Rolling landscapes glide past my inner eye
As Hawk and Owl sit on my shoulders:
I long to hug them to me;
Heron flies ahead.

I swim in a buoyant pond of light;
Guidance comes:
“Tell shared histories,
Instead of the histories of one—
One person, one group, one way of being.”

All my beloveds on the other side
Gather in a dark woods;
I see their silhouettes and shadows
And greet each soul by name:
A welcoming community of love.
And then the heart of the gathering glows:
My mother and father, my everything.

I visit treasured souls still at home on Earth
And seek their healing according to their needs.

Consciousness becomes tangible;
I push and guide it with my open hands,
Sending it to loved ones present and beyond;
I savor the heft of creation’s consciousness
Against my palms that are helping it to flow
On and on,
Circling the Universe.

I request insight and intuition.
A woman of African ancestry appears;
She is my age, and her hair is short and white;
I wonder if she is a guide
And ask her to be a friend.

Namaste

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