Tuesday, January 18, 2011
We mystics love ecstatic connection with the mysteries. In fact, it's possible to get so caught up in messages from divine voices, receiving revelations and talking to bell-voiced angels that we can get really crazy. I guess that's why we have a bad rep.
We have to be so careful not to get carried away. As a cautionary tale, I like to think about Mirabai, ripping off her clothes and running through the streets naked as a result of her great devotional love for Krisna. Yeah, she did write beautiful poetry, but c'mon. I do NOT want to run through the streets naked. That would not be pretty.
For me, living the shamanic lifestyle means I must keep at least one foot in the "real" world at all times. Chop wood, carry water - or - in more modern terms, do the laundry, pay the bills. I'm sure it's blissful to run through the streets naked, well, maybe. Actually, that's hard to imagine. But nevertheless, I'd rather cook something nice for dinner, vacuum the living room carpet. As long as my soul lives inside this human body, I want to be fully human.
The weather always explains everything. The message this morning is crystal clear: Chill out, Reya. An icy rain fell through most of the night, coating everything in beautiful, treacherous ice. Dancing in shamanic alignment with the ice, I will spend today involved with mundane activities. I will put aside, for the time being, all thoughts about Auschwitz, voices, revelations and burly angels. I'll do laundry, change the sheets on my bed. Later when the ice turns to rain, I'll go for a walk, buy some groceries, drink tea, watch a silly movie.
Some days I don't have to pretend to be normal, Some days, I am normal. Happy Tuesday! Shalom.