I had no idea that inviting a shaman to stay with me for a week would change my life.
He needed a place to stay while he was doing healings in town. I lived alone. I had a huge apartment and the day job to pay for it. He could use my place in peace, help some people and save some money. It seemed like a worthy cause so why not?
After work we would chat.
I would tuck my legs up on my couch and he would ask me questions.
It seemed normal enough. People chat, right? I didn't suspect anything.
But since he was a shaman the conversation usually turned spiritual.
I was fascinated.
I'd been stalking the metaphysical section at the bookstore for as long as I could remember. I would fondle the books on psychic awareness secretly hoping my third eye would open and tell me if the latest guy I was pining over was my soul mate who ask me to marry him and make me live happily ever after.
One night, perhaps the last night he was there, my shaman asked me if he could do something.
He said something like this:
"I'd like to unscrew your chakras. Without your chakras I can lift your spirit out of your body where your guides will have greater access to you. I need your permission because without your chakras you would die. I won't let that happen, but you need to know the risk. This is not an every day thing."
I said something like this:
"Super! Should I just lay down right here?" And I promptly scootched off the couch and onto the floor.
I do not consider myself fearless, I am more... happily oblivious.
Like years later I will give birth at home. While nursing my infant my husband will look from his laptop to tell me:
Him: "Did you know that only 1% of American women give birth at home?"
Me: "What?! You have got to be kidding me? I thought it was so much more. Thank God I did not know that before I gave birth at home!"
(Don't get me wrong - I loved birthing at home and would give birth at home again if given the option. That being said, I was very happy to have been oblivious to that particular statistic. No wonder everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I had no idea I was that out of the ordinary. *grin*)
Back in my living room with my shaman I was, as I said, happily oblivious.
I had no idea what was about to occur or how it would change my life. In fact, I did not know much about the spiritual path at all unless you counted those online quizzes I took about which astrological signs were the best mate for me.
Yet, there it was. I could feel my chakras being removed.
I felt like I was rising up out of my body. At one point I felt like I was both on the ceiling and in my body at the same time.
My shaman made a joke about taking my top chakras out first or I would end up standing on my head, energetically speaking. I would have smiled at his joke, but I could not smile. I was frozen. I literally could not move. It did not feel bad, it actual felt... normal. If you can call having your chakras removed "normal".
Once all my chakras were removed he held my spirit up for my guides to "rewire" me. He told me some of the things he saw - like fire and cleansing. I do not remember much of it.
It was a very serene process. I felt a bit tingly. I recall being relaxed and, well, frozen.
Once my chakras were back in he helped me to sit up. Somehow I got to my feet.
Then I went on an existential trip.
I stumbled through my apartment like a drunk person. I felt bizarre. It was a good bizarre. I was a happy, smiling fool.
I can see the inside of my hand! I can see the bones and the veins and the blood moving!
My shaman wears a grin a mile wide and makes sure I don't run into the kitchen counter.
I look down.
Hey! I can see my neighbors in the apartment beneath me.
I look around.
Hey! I don't just have one spirit guide, I have a ton of them. And they are all standing there, looking at me! No, talking to me! Hey! I can see them all! I can hear them all!
And in a tone I imagine is reserved for stoners and surfers I breathe:
Whoa. I am not just me. I am me and I am a lion in Africa, all at the same time.
I was Everywhere.
As they say: the veil was lifted.
For 20 minutes I knew there was no time or space or distance. I did not just know it; I was a part of it. I was me and I was All That Is. I had sensory access to everything. It was amazing.
But it ended and I became me once again. Changed on some profound inexplainable level, yes, which I am incredibly grateful for, but still me nonetheless.
Because you have to get down to business here on Earth and pay your bills and navigate stairs and eat once a while.
And thank goodness, too, because after all of this writing tonight, I'm hungry. :)
Love, Alora :)
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