☁ Dreamy Devendra Obi B ☁


 

 


Live in Seoul
Last month, I was fortunate enough to catch a show with Devendra Banhart and Noah Georgeson at the Guru Arts Theatre in Seoul, Korea. It was a magical night; they birthed distant star systems with every strum, and soothed our souls with every hum. Noah even sang his infamous “Find Shelter“, which I’m pretty sure I had an OBE to. 방백 was the opening band; a super cool Korean duo act, with jazzy guitar solos and an emotional overtone to their lyrics. I’ve attempted to find their music online, but failed to find anything other than my own recordings, which I will eventually upload when I find the time. ^^

Have any of you ever seen Devendra live? What types of tunes have you been listening to lately?

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The Wounded Healer 🍃

Journey of the Wounded Healer

The shamanic path is one of brutal self-honesty, intense personal healing, and deep self-knowledge. It also includes a responsibility to be of service to one’s self and to the community.

The shaman passes through personal wounds, usually beginning with the shamanic initiation, and emerges a fully transformed being. The new shaman is thereby capable of handling the dangers and responsibilities inherent in the shamanic vocation. This healing and transformation continues for a lifetime. Through this process, the shaman becomes the Wounded Healer. In facing the spirits of disease and wounding, the new shaman gains complete knowledge of them. Often during these journeys, the spirits will teach the new shaman through the process of reintegration, providing an intimate knowledge of both wounding and healing.

One cannot truly walk this path for any period of time without facing up to one’s own wounds. When we consciously open to Otherwordly communication, our spirit guides will not permit us to continue deluding ourselves and avoid personal shadow aspects. Furthermore, our own subconscious selves will project these shadow aspects into our everyday life and our shamanic journeys.

It is also true that our own personal beliefs act as a filter through which we perceive reality. Unless we are aware of the beliefs and how they affect us, the clarity with which we interpret shamanic experience and communications from spirit guides can be compromised. It is a good idea to explore your own personal symbolism and belief systems when developing your shamanic abilities. Self-knowledge is the key to power and protection.

It is especially important to examine those beliefs that appear to be absolute truths. To us, these are not simple beliefs. They are Reality; this is just how the world is/I am. They are easily justified through a variety of means and they are not something we feel is changeable. They are also often not something we feel comfortable exploring.

Absolute truths are dangerous because of our absolute conviction that they are Truth. This doesn’t need to be as intense as the existence of a higher power or the presence of gravity. It can be as simple as, “The world is a violent place,” or “Some people can’t be trusted.” We blindly cling to these beliefs. We won’t investigate them or where they came from because we don’t want to risk losing the security of our reality constructs. In this way, we present ourselves from taking the leap to true self-knowledge and freedom. Nothing should be off-limits to our questioning. Resistance within the Self should always be perceived as something to investigate, not avoid.

The frightening images and experiences we encounter during dreaming or in more conscious journeys are our own projections. They are shadow aspects that we have denied. They are searching for a way to be acknowledged, cleared, and integrated. These are opportunities for growth.

The individual that has been wounded and healed is most capable of healing – and of understanding the wounds of others. This is especially true when the wounded individual is directly and consciously involved in his or her healing process. In our own search for wellness and balance, we gain the methods and abilities to heal, and to empower others to create their own healing.

The empowerment of others is an important point. Shamanic cultures recognize that those in need of healing are an integral and powerful part of the healing team. These individuals must believe and accept the healing in order for the shaman to be most effective. One of the many reasons our mechanistic Western medicine is not fully effective, and often does not last when it is effective, is its failure to involve the individual in creating his or her own health.

In a sense, we are all called to be shamans. We all know how it feels to be wounded; to be sad, hurt, abandoned, angry, confused, and a multitude of other emotions that we would rather not experience. Only through an acceptance and integration of our shadows can we clear our Stuff. Only then can we truly be free. When we allow ourselves the freedom to experience our wounds, we begin the healing process. Yes, this can be painful and difficult, but we are far stronger than we think and we are not alone.

The Book of Shamanic Healing

 

 

Excerpt is from The Book of Shamanic Healing by Kristin Madden
Art shown above is titled The Journey of the Wounded Healer by Alex Grey

🌺 Feliz Cumpleaños Frida Kahlo 🌺

“You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe, who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you; someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you, who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing, who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom; who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”

Frida by Frida

 

Me pinto a mi misma, porque soy a quien mejor conozco.

A veces prefiero hablar con obreros y albañiles que con esa gente estúpida que se hace llamar gente culta.

Espero que la salida sea alegre, y espero no volver nunca más.

(1907-1954)

A Wild Woman is not a Girlfriend, She is a Relationship with Nature 🌷

Green
But can you love me in the deep? In the dark? In the thick of it?

Can you love me when I drink from the wrong bottle and slip through the crack in the floorboard?

Can you love me when I’m bigger than you, when my presence blazes like the sun does, when it hurts to look directly at me?

Can you love me then too?

Can you love me under the starry sky, shaved and smooth, my skin like liquid moonlight?

Can you love me when I am howling and furry, standing on my haunches, my lower lip stained with the blood of my last kill?

When I call down the lightning, when the sidewalks are singed by the soles of my feet, can you still love me then?

What happens when I freeze the land, and cause the dirt to harden over all the pomegranate seeds we’ve planted?

Will you trust that Spring will return?

Will you still believe me when I tell you I will become a raging river, and spill myself upon your dreams and call them to the surface of your life?

Can you trust me, even though you cannot tame me?

Can you love me, even though I am all that you fear and admire?

Will you fear my shifting shape?

Does it frighten you, when my eyes flash like your camera does?

Do you fear they will capture your soul?

Are you afraid to step into me?

The meat-eating plants and flowers armed with poisonous darts are not in my jungle to stop you from coming. Not you.

So do not worry. They belong to me, and I have invited you here.

Stay to the path revealed in the moonlight and arrive safely to the hut of Baba Yaga: the wild old wise one… she will not lead you astray if you are pure of heart.

You cannot be with the wild one if you fear the rumbling of the ground, the roar of a cascading river, the startling clap of thunder in the sky.

If you want to be safe, go back to your tiny room — the night sky is not for you.

If you want to be torn apart, come in. Be broken open and devoured. Be set ablaze in my fire.

I will not leave you as you have come: well dressed, in finely-threaded sweaters that keep out the cold.

I will leave you naked and biting. Leave you clawing at the sheets. Leave you surrounded by owls and hawks and flowers that only bloom when no one is watching.

So, come to me, and be healed in the unbearable lightness and darkness of all that you are.

There is nothing in you that can scare me. Nothing in you I will not use to make you great.

A wild woman is not a girlfriend. She is a relationship with nature. She is the source of all your primal desires, and she is the wild whipping wind that uproots the poisonous corn stalks on your neatly tilled farm.

She will plant pear trees in the wake of your disaster.

She will see to it that you shall rise again.

She is the lover who restores you to your own wild nature.

Alison Nappi

 

Poetry by Alison Nappi
Art shown above is titled Green by Xingye Jin

💌 to Self

Cosmos

Sometimes the wind blows temptingly sweet and you must remember, just because you can, doesn’t mean you should. Sometimes the wind blows threateningly but honorably, and you must reaffirm, just because you don’t think you can, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.

Act – not on the right kind of impulse but on the good-natured. Make sure your spontaneity is kind. Do not do something with the intention of cleaning it up afterward at the expense of others, but live with what you can nurture, yourself, in the now.

There will always be what-ifs. There will always be loose ends. Adorn your uncertainties; decorate them so as to pay them mind, instead of scorning them, letting them tether and fray into something beastly and unrecognizable.

Embracing the unknown is healthy, so long as you know your intent.

Do not stop asking questions, and do not try to give answers that have not been earned yet. Some answers will never exist. And that’s what keeps your eyes open with wonder. Don’t lose that. Don’t settle for anything less. Life is not a test, it is so much more rewarding and satisfying than being proven right.

The only task is to be alive,

and to never shy away from your own fierceness, your own loving.