Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Oldest Profession



I have a feeling that shamanism preceded prostitution by many thousands of years, maybe even hundreds of thousands of years. I mean really! We humans have been shaking our rattles at the sky forever, trying to heal each other, trying to mediate our place in the cosmos by talking to invisible beings of all kinds. I don't believe that, back at the dawn of human consciousness when these issues of humanity first arose, anyone was concerned with paying for sex, do you? In fact, shamanism is so old, I believe it's a part of every one of us, even all of ya'll who don't believe in it.

Everyone senses the miraculous flows of energy that make up the subtle realms, the unseen realities that are part of our accepted "objective" reality. Ever notice how, for instance at the supermarket, either there's no one standing in line to check out or EVERYONE is in line? When energy begins to flow towards the front of the store, people feel it, and dance in alignment with it, even if they haven't gotten everything on their shopping list. These rushes to the cash registers are not synchronized by time of day (except at lunch time.) Check it out sometime. I could name dozens of other examples in which people unconsciously react to energetic shifts.

Of course not everyone decides that in order to get into alignment with the heartbeat of the earth, they should learn to play a frame drum. Very few of us, at least on the east coast of the U.S., talk to ghosts, commune with the sky, exchange news and gossip with the trees and birds, or learn soul retrieval. If I lived in Tuscon I'd be much more socially acceptable. Same goes for the Pacific Northwest, or the San Francisco Bay Area. In Colorado, Appalachia, Ithica, Asheville, or for that matter, many parts of the American South, I wouldn't seem so odd. All over the world there are places and people who wouldn't think I'm crazy because I practice the art consciously. Not so, here in 21st century Washington DC. Even I think I'm crazy sometimes. Sheesh.

Oh.

Am I whining? I'm going to stop right this second, rouse the dog and go for a walk. It's a beautiful day of sparkling sunshine and sweet air. This pity party is officially over!

8 comments:

d. chedwick said...

Reya,
if you're not fully socially acceptable in DC, then there must be a lot of ignorant people there. And that's a shame. I pretty much shop when the grocery store is empty (I like taking photos and it's easier early in the morning or in the wee hours) and I like to visit a lot of different stores, especially old ones. (I think you're right about the dance of the customers though.)

Barbara said...

By staying in DC, you won't have to compete with all those other shamans doing the same thing! You are unique here and that's a good thing.

Reya Mellicker said...

Thanks, Barbara. I was just whining, though I would love to have like-minded community, even if it was competitive. It would be a reality check - as it were.

But thanks, and to you, too, Ched.

Rebecca Clayton said...

I think reality checks are over-rated. When I was young, I thought finding a community of like-minded people would be just what I needed. Turns out it was noisy, confusing, distracting--not helpful at all.

Turns out, my mind needs its "elbow room." Maybe that's what DC gives you. (It was way to full of like-minded people for me!)

Whatever the case, I'm fascinated and grateful for the journey you're showing us!

Reya Mellicker said...

THanks for the insights, Rebecca. A nice long walk today cleared my mind. The sunshine, fluffy clouds (and fluffy cloud people), sweet breezes and all the lush greenness (after a summer with lots of rain) made it impossible to sulk.

Onwards & upwards with gratitude for the gift of intuition, for strong and loving guides and wonderful like-minded people who maybe don't live next door but are there for me anyway.

tut-tut said...

Interesting. We were drawn here for no apparent reason. Put our house on the market and boom. Here we were two months later.

Same with going to a part of Europe for a month. No apparent reason, but I was so drawn to go there it was as if someone had been physically pulling me.

suicide_blond said...

i think... there may be more like minded folks...than we think sometimes... they just dont speak up that often...
and sugar...dont you fret..anybody who "fits in" ..in this town..probably not worth knowing!
xoxo

Steve said...

I didn't detect a "pity party" at all. I don't understand a lot of shamanism, but I don't disbelieve it. (How could I, if I don't understand it?) I think it's fascinating to read about your efforts. :)