Monday, January 14, 2013
The Siren Song of Paris
Last night's fog.
As a shaman, I talk to spirits. I talk to individual spirits and souls but also - and often - I address oversouls. I'm talking about a comprehensive energy field that encompasses groups of people. At work I contend with family souls all the time. Do you know what I'm talking about?
All kinds of human communities have souls, including every office and business, all organizations, clubs, also sports teams, orchestras and bands. The Grateful Dead had such a powerful soul that it continues to float around, even though the original members of the band are either now dead or old. If you have ever actually listened to their songs, it's easy to see that the music was not the thing people found/find so compelling. It's the Greatful Dead soul, oh yeah. Souls are powerful and influential, worth paying attention to.
Cities, too, have souls which accounts for the many love songs written about them.
I am an urban person. I love cities and could never be forced to say which is my favorite except moment to moment. Right now I am so in love with Paris. I can't explain why. There's something for me there, some wavelength I feel I need to immerse myself within. Though I'm not going now, will not go alone, I'm quite determined to get there sometime in the next year.
I wish I were there right now, even though it's cold and as gloomy as Paris ever gets, and even considering how lonely I would be. Actually I wouldn't be that lonely, since my friend in London promised he would come over for a day to walk around and take pictures, then drink wine and eat something delicious.
So you see I am still jonesin' for Paris. Good lord. If only I spoke French, maybe I could take a trance journey to speak directly with the soul of the city of light, see what it has to teach me. That would be shamanic armchair travel, hey? Maybe I'll try.