Captain’s log : Sacredness

What are you hunting for?

I’m hunting for EFFICENCY and STRENGHT. 

But you already have that. What are you hunting for?

I AM HUNTING FOR SACREDNESS. Efficiency and Strenght are tools I have to hunt for sacredness.  

-Conversation in Limbo

(Attention, rant below!)

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What is it you perceive when you hear the word “sacredness”?

I often use the term “walk in sacredness” (and assume that everyone understands what I mean). Sacredness is not something you can achieve. It is not the communication with the divin or any type of gnosis. It is much more elusive, less charged than anything the notion of “Sacredness” can evoke. It is quite simple, really.

One of my teacher once said: “Sacredness is when you slide your finger on your drum.”

… you had to be there.

Yes! Being there is one of the crucial component of sacredness, being present, not forcing yourself to be present. Maybe it starts in silence, or the realization of silence. No wait, that is wrong: The way you tap in sacredness can start by silence, as sacredness is always there.

There is always a sacred way to walk.  The Medicine Wheel (tool) and Indigenous Dreaming (experience) can show you the full array of possibilities. You have to be attuned to your own role and medicine.

From what I gathered, to walk in sacredness is to it is to follow the underlying principle of nature. (pfff only this).You can have all the knowledge in the world, friend, you can be wise as fuck or be attuned to yours and other people’s feelings. You can be so very creative and wellspoken. I doesn’t matter to sacredness.

For example, one woman was taught the sacred way of the medicine wheel but then decided it was not her path and moved away from it. She continued on living by what she liked from the teachings of the wheel and taught them to other people. 

This, doesn’t matter with how scrupulous respect she shared to others teachings she received, this is not teachings a Sacred Way: this is plain copy-pasting of knowledge for insatiable westerners who needs instant gratification, to feel admire and to control every perspectives of the teaching. You cannot teach or live in a sacred manner if you are not walking your talk.

I mean, did you think that you could learn shamanism in books or on your own, without ever being challenged or broken in your illusions and at the same time as living in crazy mundane westerner settings, ALWAYS walking on the sacred path of the ancestors?

Go headed and say your bits because it sounds good and gives you a sense of moral authority and value over your peers, you can go right ahead sell you junk labelled “sacred tools” at fairs for other westerners to enjoy, but goddamn it, stay away from teachings and leading fucking circles, LOL!

Wow, I didn’t know I was that pissed off! Did I acted in the role of the defending warrior or was my moon of value triggered? WE’LL NEVER KNOW. Anyway.

Someday I wish that someday I can be a teacher myself, but I see that I am ages away from it. Even after 4 years of working on knowing myself and my medicine as well as try understand the maps the ancestors have worked on for millenniums, I only can catch glimpses of sacredness, and live it momentarily. Whenever I follow pointers from the dreaming or of nature, I get all excited like a child holding a butterfly. Then it is already gone!

For all I know it might be just the nature of the relationship between incarnated beings and nature.

To be continued.

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Like a child, holding a butterfly!

 

Captain’s log: Music, the Original Dream Maker

I’m hypersensitive to music; I find myself engulfed deep in dream from the first few seconds of a song. I love listening to music. I like when music reflects what I’m living and how I feel. I also love not paying attention to music, for instance, when I’m translating, I need white noise to help me focus. Yes, I’m that type of person who listen to thunders and rain, sounds of the forest and Japanese Zen Garden soundtrack for 3 hours straight.

My dad was a huge Pink Floyd fan and had the whole collection of disks with a hardcover book that included the lyrics. I spent hours trying to understand the meaning of each songs… Then I realised that the songs were linked together, and that it was a story! Leave it to concept albums and Pink Floyd to make you dream!

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Iconic picture

At my parent’s house, there was always music on, from dusk till dawn! My parents mainly loved Québec Folk and French Songwriters, so I was immediately drawn to lyrics and the deep meaning being the text… To this day, lyrics more than anything determine my emotional connection to a song. Yes, for me, music is a matter of the heart. I have anchored many artists and/or songs in my life who serves as beacons when I need it the most. I love music for me became a dream language of its own!

I love all kind of music, but metal is probably the music that I enjoy the most, I think it’s because it assume itself a lot as a whole genre that can be really dark to downright comical. I always enjoyed dramatic performances! I also plan on write a post about how Marilyn Manson used the sorcerer energy to attain his level of awesomeness. (Not metal, I know, I know!)

I have a background in classical music, and it nearly destroyed my love for music altogether – from my conservatory years, I understand that I am not able to thrive while observing such strict rules and structures (I can… to a point). I had little confidence in myself, I became anxious and it rendered the music I played tasteless and insignificant… Results were expected and I could not deliver, according to my own sensitive appreciation of music and its spirit. That made me hate to play.

Thank the Gods, some people are able to master the rigorous techniques and handle the crazy long rehearsing hours, all the while letting their artistic sense shines through! An orchestra is like a circle that holds a dream. No one can be trapped in their ego (like I was) when playing with others. It is a 50-men job to do just one piece, you and your ego DO NOT matter in the least. All that matter is the piece and its delivery. You have to enter a sort of lucid trance, with one foot in the experience and one foot rooted in the techniques and skills you’ve honed. This is not even funny, this is a tour de force each time!

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Doublebass teacher, without permission :S

I often think back my short time as a double-bassist student with much shame, but no regret… maybe except how I promptly quit without a word and how it may have disappointed my teacher at the time. She had somehow faith in me. But I felt I just wasn’t a really good musician. It took me a long time to perceive music like I used to, especially when I played. I had to start dreaming again to really be able to understand it again.

Art for me is the realisation of dreaming. I judged my talents in drawing and painting according to my inner version of what I really wanted to make and it’s why I struggle with production hehe.

Art, as dreaming, is difficult to manifest, it is a skill that you must hone all your life so it can resemble what you see inside, what you love, what is the most precious and valuable version of your vision, according to you. There is a clash, a discrepancy, between form and content that can be filled by spirit or sacredness to make it whole. (ALSO practice, practice, practice…)

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Ca$h!

An awesome blogger I subscribe to on WordPress posted about covers, and mentioned that the song “hurt” from John Cash had “something more” than the original version from NIN. I believe that this song by a dying man permitted him to express his journey. It is amazing how the same song convey a different emotion. Trent Reznor, 29 at that time, talked about regrets, of bad patterns, of losing yourself in depression. Cash’s version is talking about Death, about HIS death, that is why the last sentence conveys bitter-sweetness instead of TR’s glimmer of hope.

If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.

Cash made of this song a reflection on his life, regrets, joys, hardship, high and low points of his life. What he did was courageous, vulnerable and honest. It talks about a rite de passage that we will all face, and I believe that’s the “something more” he added to the song… He was able to fill the gap with what was inside of him and to transpose it in reality.

You know, I sure hope at the time of my Death I can look back on my life without edits, shame or mediocrity. (Ah!) I believe that even though I struggled and I did things that I am not proud of, I walked in sacredness, at least from time to time.

Some years ago, I selected the song that I thought was perfect for my funerals, but as I read it now, I see that it is more suited to describe my Life!

🙂

 

MUZZLE

I fear that I am ordinary, just like everyone
To lie here and die among the sorrows
Adrift among the days
For everything I ever said and everything I’ve ever done is gone and dead

As all things must surely have to end
And great loves will one day have to part
I know that I am meant for this world

My life has been extraordinary
Blessed and cursed and won
Time heals but I’m forever broken
By and by the way…
Have you ever heard the words I’m singing in these song?
It’s for the girl I’ve loved all along
Can a taste of love be so wrong?

As all things must surely have to end
And great loves will one day have to part
I know that I am meant for this world

And in my mind as I was floating
Far above the clouds
Some children laughed I’d fall for certain
For thinking that I’d last forever

But I knew exactly where I was
And I knew the meaning of it all
And I knew the distance to the sun
And I knew the echo that is love
And I knew the secrets in your spires
And I knew the emptiness of youth
And I knew the solitude of heart
And I knew the murmurs of the soul
And the world is drawn into your hands
And the world is etched upon your heart
And the world so hard to understand
Is world you can’t live without

And I knew the silence of the world.

Captain’s log: I dreamed of you

In a parallel universe, I’ve been working on an awesome story. I started this exploration, this dream, during the summer of 2010. It is a very interesting story, with a great historical and political background, a great beginning, a powerful ending but no linear middle. That makes it very challenging to write!

In this story, I invented characters that I really like and that of course address themes that are important to me like gender-norms deconstruction, underdogs beating the odds, irresponsibility v.s. destiny… Most of the characters are based on people around me: OCs10001myself *GASPS* my crush at that time, my teachers, my favorite (or least favorite) people… But there was one the main character that was based on nothing, on no one I knew and he acted on principles that I didn’t really understand or even valued. He was created as the complement to the main character, to balance her and to balance the wielding of the power of the universe (It’s a kid’s book…long story!). His name is Zed.

Zed is a bit androgynous, slender but not too tall, with long blond hair and wide green eyes. He is a kind, hardworking, single-minded, candid, silly and hopeful young man. He is balancing a calculating, entitled, sarcastic, lazy-ass, loud-mouth Saki. Where she is lazy and careless, he is constant and mindful. When she is being antagonistic, he answers with openness. Where she escapes, he endures. He is an “Earth-Guardian” and Saki is a “Sky-Guardian”, they learn to work together since they compete OCs20001to be the same master’s pupil. Through their apprenticeships, many completely absurd and tricky situations arise underlining the differences in their unique characters. Through it all, they complement each other and they forged a bond of trust. While observing one another, they become genuinely interested in becoming more than they are. That’s when they realised that they are able to wield the opposite of their natural power, they influenced and taught each other, unlocking their own complete power and become DOUBLE GUARDIAN! *Fanfare music!*

Anyway, their relationship story is pretty cool. But how can I EVER understand a character like Zed? I had no basis whatsoever on what it was like to be hardworking, to be kind, to be patient, to be hopeful… I had no person like that in my environment!

 

But then, after 5 years of (on and off) questionings about Zed, I met Matthew and I started to understand why this character, that was so far away from me at the time of his creation, became the second main character of my book. I also started to understand why I was drawn to him in the first place. Even through the terrible or dumb things, the sticky situations he had to go through, his true heart shone through and it inspired me, the author, to reach out and unlock that kind, resilient, silly and human, part of myself. Even though I didn’t knew Matthew, I recognized that part of him, that part he is teaching me, that part I dreamed about.

Happy birthday, mon amour ❤ jomat

 

You know I dreamed about you for 29 years before I saw you

You know I dreamed about you I’ve missed you for 29 years

Captain’s Log: About Relationships and the Lotus Effect

 

This girl is like the Lotus Flower, cleaning the dirty water around her. Cherish her. She will make you a family. “– Boys over Flowers

Embrace messages from TV, lol!

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This Korean Drama that I’ve been watching for a few weeks has been a 25-episode long metaphor about the Lotus Medicine! It is a silly, cheesy, over dramatic teen drama full of angst, terrible plot holes and fan service scene. In a nutshell: every relationship ever. Geum JanDi, the main character, wins a scholarship for a school for the super-rich families of Korea. She is immediately being pushed around by everyone in her environment, it goes from simple name-calling, attempt murder, attack on her family’s business and finally her house being destroyed by the “Old Witch”, the mother of a super-rich guy who’s in love with her. Now, why is that relevant? Hmm?

Geum jandiYes, the teachings of the Lotus would have been completely lost under these huge avalanche of clichés and Asian TV Tropes, if it hadn’t been for a guide poking me in the right direction. Gomabseubnida! Pighting!

Geum JanDi always powers through it, washing away all the mud that is thrown her way by the Old Witch. Through adversity, she stays, strong clean and dignified.

If I haven’t said it once I haven’t said it a thousand times: my environment is one of the most important thing for me. Ever since I’ve been living in my own “space” (read here: not at my parent’s), I became very tidy and clean, and it did me really good. Like the Turkish saying: Clean Hands, Clean Heart. I treat my environment as one of my vital organ. If it is great, I feel great. It took an even greater meaning in the last years, since I started observing everything happening around me in a circular way in order to understand Indigenous Dreaming and to learn how to live in its trail. That’s also when I realised I was hypersensitive… to sounds, smell, touch, freaking vibrations, let alone people!

Yes, my environment encompasses other people, so it means that the relationships I have with them are closely woven into how I pick up dream symbols. Most people around have no idea that I observe them in such a way. But it is difficult for me not to speak about it, because it brings me a lot of teachings. Some of them are, to a degree, curious about it and it makes me happy to share with them. I feel like I’m creating a link with them, (or at least, with their dreamer!) between their situation and mine. Receiving stories and seeing them through and sharing medicine is how I relate to people being elements of my environment. That’s how I touch Inter-relationships, this is how I find gems in people.

But you know, some people are just not relationship material. Before I start receiving hate mail about how everyone is perfect, let me make this clear. In biology, relationships between organisms that share the same environment is defined as symbiosis. There is 3 types of relationships between organisms in the same environment, here they are:

Mutualism: Both organisms benefit from the relationship. It is a win, win situation (+/+)

Commensalism: One organism benefits from the relationship, the other receive feels no effect from the relationship (+/0)

Parasitism: One organism benefits at the expense of another organism (+/-)

I think you know where I am headed with this. People mimic these types of relationship in real life! The parasite will take the resources you have to offer and will give you things that are detrimental to you in exchange. As we are human and not bacteria, we give the benefits of the doubt, we try to communicate, to understand the parasite, but it doesn’t change the fact that the host is being drained out. Don’t get me wrong, being a parasite is not bad in itself, but being in a relationship with one is detrimental. When you offer your tidy clean environment to them is even worst, they do NOT want to leave.parasite9

Yes, I had brought filthy people in my close environment, and it has affected me in more ways than one. Every time I let them into my life, I usually know about their dirtiness and I don’t mind it, because it is their own and I feel that everyone can bring you something to the table… I realised that my attitude in relationship is a mix of curiousness, hypersensitivity and a weirdly placed compassion; I start to help and support them, in order to have them change their situations. But these kind of people, they (inevitably) end up throwing their mud at me and in my environment… So I go ahead and clean up the messes they caused. After all, I can’t wait on them to clean up after themselves…!

I know, I’m a huge fool for thinking I ever was in a position to help parasites; parasites help themselves exclusively, external “help” is not considered as such. Cleaning and transforming is a part of my true nature and I have projected it onto others. Not everyone wants to transform themselves, not everyone wants to be clean. Some people want to just be in their own filth, some people want to use things that you have to make themselves stronger… and you know what, there is nothing wrong about it. Parasitic relationships is an inherent part of natural symbiosis. And there is no “Right or Wrong” in nature. It can speak about the unavoidability of death, for instance. Parasites people ooze Thanatos, instinct of death, without being aware of it. They do not understand their role, they are not conscious of their actions. They are doing what is most comfortable, natural for them to do, which is taking, consuming, killing, finding another host.

How about the law of attraction, you say? If you attract filth, you must be filth, right?

It took me almost a full year to understand that I was experiencing the laws of nature and not of the law of attraction. No, I am not attracting dirty because I am dirty; I just had to understand something very specific about “surviving” relationships and how I was working as a medicine person. The experience I had with those disgusting people made me embrace the medicine of the Lotus Flower. I see you rolling your eyes! So New-Age, right? Everything is “New-Age” when it is use without being anchored, or if it doesn’t bear meaning. So there:

I paddle against trash, gunk and dead bodies being eating away by fishes and birds… at the center lays a beautiful blue Flower. A child sitting on it blooming core, emitting silver light.

Medicine

The lotus flower, despite growing in muddy, filthy water remains spotless. The petals and leaves’ surface is rough and coated with wax. With not a lot of surface contact, dirt stays at the points of those rough bumps and the wax, a naturally water-repellent substance, makes the water slide across the surface, thus cleaning dirt on its way off. This phenomenon is called superhydrophobicity, or more poetically the Lotus Effect. It allows the plant to be clean and free of bacteria, even in the most disgusting of environment. The Lotus doesn’t allow any dirt to stay on it.

The Lotus is telling me that I must instill cleanliness in my relationships: the Lotus cleans itself of parasites, bacteria and dirt. I shall become a rough, waxy, mystical Flower and instead of trying to balance other people, taking on their dirt. I have to let it slide right back where it comes from. Your environment is full of parasites and there is nothing you can do about it? Brush it off, and see how long they will last. They will find another person really fast since they cannot survive on their own.

For years, when I could not shake the dirt; I changed environment completely. But the lotus grows and stands despite the dirt in its environment, it transforms itself what is directly around it. Now that I understand that my environment and relationships are but one big symbiotic system, I know that even if I change my environment without cleaning my relationships, the draining will remains. But with this exploration, I feel those parasites will be easier to identify and to remove. They will flow back directly into the water and of course, find another body to feed off, since they cannot survive on their own. Vampire is as vampire does. They will be feeding and killing, because that is their nature… so might as well let them do their things, but I will not tolerate them any longer in my space. At this point it becomes an exercise in discernment and detachment.

Good thing that my family name means wax…! 😉

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Captain’s log: The Path of Lies

Mentir est le talent de ceux qui n’en ont pas. – Épître sur la Calomnie, Marie-Josèphe de Chénier

Free translation : “Lying is talentless person’s talent

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Hare and Fox by Jackie Morris
Observation
LIES are complex. They are first of all a mean, like money, medicinal herb, to get you somewhere. Lying encompasses the ideas of manipulation, deceit (even temporary), power and control… and to a certain extent, victimhood.

It starts in the EAST of the Medicine Wheel because it has to do with the perception of the liar in the eyes of others. Lies are a way to manipulate others, appealing to either their logic or their emotions (depending on the individual weakness/strong-point), in order to make them believe something that is untrue.

  • There are basically two kinds of liesOmission and Commission. In the first, you omit certain details, in the other you fabricate details (half-truths) or the whole thing.
  • There are 3 types of intent for each types of liesWhite lies (beneficial lies to others) Grey lies (ranging from beneficial to the liar to ill-intend towards others) Black lies (malicious lies detrimental to others).* From the book On being a Shit by Dr. Jane F. Gilgun.

Lies have different intents but are always targeted to shape the emotional response of an audience, it all depends on how you want them to react.

Need some more images? Let’s craft an example…

A co-worker wants to take Friday off to attend a 3-days event in a faraway town. She has no vacation days left and your team is working on a time sensitive project and is overloaded. There is no way she will be given a special day off without a good reason. In order to get what she wants, she uses a situation that got her off work before: she said that the judge wanted to meet her and her ex-husband again for a final, final meeting. Not only she can skip work on Friday, she receive emotional support and validation from her boss and help from you because you will now take care of her part of the time-sensitive work. She leaves confidently and enjoy the event. This is a GREY COMMISSION LIE.

Now, let’s say you have suspicion about the divorce story, because as a court-divorcee, you know that all judgements are final and when a payment has been made, there is no matter to be discussed face to face anymore. You see on Facebook that she is spend the week-end in a faraway town, then you connect the dots, you tell your boss and the rest of your team. Come Monday, the lying co-worker explains in great details how she might be able to squeeze more money out of her ex-husband and fail to mention the event. Everyone knows she is lying to you but they all answer something along the lines of “This is great” because they desperately need help and are ready to brush aside the truth. This is a GREY OMISSION LIE.

And this is the Path of Lies. Lies cause lies.

Medicine

I encountered two stories of PATH OF LIES, let’s start with PINOCCHIO’S PATH.

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Pinocchio is a wooden puppet that was given life by the magical Blue Fairy who heard the wish of the pure-hearted Carpenter Geppetto. As he is exploring life without strings to become a real boy, the ambitious little creature starts to tell lies and get himself and the people around him in trouble. His nose grew each times he lied; a picturesque way to explain not to tell lies because they can become bigger and bigger, becoming a burden for you and hinder your movement and path. There is of course a much more spiritual approach to it. It is about the exploration of FREE WILL, in the masonic sense. Before becoming a real boy, Pinocchio have to detach himself from his ego, not without exploring every possible shortcuts.

Make you think of something? There is complete article on the metaphysical take on Pinocchio’s adventure that you can find here.

Now, the dreaming works in a circular way. My exploration of lying lead me to the story of Pinocchio, which led me to the story of Betty May and her violent encounter with Aleister Crowley (which incidentally wrote the Book of Lies, which is also falsely called BREAKS: the Wanderings or Falsification of the One Thought of Frater Perdurabo, which Thought is Itself Untrue).

Story

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Betty May

Betty May was issued from the lowest of the low class citizens in London of this early 20th century. She experienced a harsh life, drug addiction, prostitution, gang lifestyle, violence… She married a really close friend of Aleister Crowley, and took part in a variety of magick ritual. She wrote a book (of lies, ah!) in which she explained in great details her life in Crowley’s abbaye.

The main story was about the death of her husband. Allegedly, Crowley asked him to behead a cat and drinking his blood. The story goes that he died two days after this ritual. She would have went to Crowley, crazy with rage armed with a gun with the intention to kill him, and fired on him two times; one time she missed and the second time the gun blocked. May sold this story for a relatively low sum of money. She was then dragged to court for defamation, and it was found out that her husband died from complications after having drank dirty water directly from a stream. Crowley craftily answered to this cat story: “There was no cat, no animal, no blood, no drinking”. What was there, hmm? (Lie by omission, perhaps? Will never know, DUN DUN DUN.)

Now, killing a sick cat for a ritual, it could happen… It is a convincing story when you are trying to manipulate popular opinion against a notoriously hated man. At the same time, you are get emotional support from the masses AND you have an excuse for your murderous fit of rage of losing your sickly husband. Hey, everything works. Except this is not true. This is a combination ofGREY and BLACK COMMISSION LIES.

Pathological liars need support to justify a situation in which they found themselves vulnerable… They market their images to justify or cover-up their flaws. Betty May described herself as a “wild woman” (to my exasperation a Tiger Woman) to excuse her pathological need for violence, control and, why let say it, her own version of Free Will. The scary part is that she seemed to believe her in her own lies, in her status of victim. She also disappeared quietly into the world when the heat was on her. How can she call herself wild woman? Huh? Is that what wild woman do? Making money and fame on someone’s back?

CONCLUSION  (or opinion?)

We come across all kind of lies, daily. Ranging from a simple “I feel fine today” to a complex lie about their mother being in a coma to be able to receive some comfort for a totally unrelated reason… But lies starts by not being able to stand in truth.

My own experience with liars and lying drives me to believe that lying is a tool that is often misused and that came take over a whole life, then it becomes a program that define one’s actions and if that person is not able, or not willing, to stand in truth about the reason behind their habit of lying, it becomes an inherent trait of character. And this my friends, is where leads the pathof lies. You’ve become, and shall forever stay, a little shit.goodbye you little shit.jpg

Yours truly,

 

Coyote Impertinent

Captain’s log: Scratching the Tiger Medecine

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright / In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye/ Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
– William Blake

I often say that I am like the tiger, beautiful, mysterious, powerful, on the endanger list, in a nutshell, better than everyone else! But seriously, when I observe the Tiger I do so with tremendous respect and a healthy dose of fear. Anyone who crossed path with the Tiger (in dream, dah) will feel in their guts a mix of terror and wonderment. The stillness before the attack is hypnotising, and his striped face and piercing eyes are the last thing you will see.  RAWR!

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I work out

Tiger is native to Asia and his territory drastically shrank since the early part of last century. He is found in Siberia, China, Vietnam, Korea, Indonesia, India and Philippines. He was introduced in Africa for conservation purposes. His natural habitat is the forest, where his stripes and golden orange coat is easily camouflaged. His camouflage ability, agility, rapidity and strength are what make him a terrible predator. He reigns on his territory like a king and the only time he is in contact with his specie is for mating. Baby tigers, born blind, stay with their mother for 2 years before finding a territory of their own. Mature Tigers possess excellent sense of hearing and smelling and can see perfectly in the dark. The Siberian Tiger has the biggest build of all big cats.

In the Chinese tradition, Tiger is the third animal of the zodiac (and my very own sign!). On his forehead lay the Chinese character for KING. He represents the YIN concept, the passive energy, the feminine and night, in opposition with the dragon. However, as the Yin Yang prescribes it, Tiger also bears a part of solar, masculine, active energy, symbolized by the fiery color of his fur. It is why bearer of the Tiger Medicine are people of extremes, of dramatic intensity and are completely passionate or completely detached depending on situation… they have difficulty with balance. This will make them live a complete array of experience, ranging from divine to dangerous. People with the Tiger medicine surrender to their raw will power in order to survive through the worst situations.

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I don’t even

When you think about a Tiger, you can picture it in a National Geographic documentary at the peak of its physical and mental strength, eating his prey and basking in the sun like a king… or in the circus ring, without teeth or claws, in chains or performing. Even under these conditions, Tiger seems to shine with dignity and an aura of power that makes you wonder when the attack will occur…

 

Captain’s log: Walking with the Fox Spirit

It is said that you discover your animal spirit/guide throughout your whole life. Some may be with you for a few years or to help you through certain situations or difficult periods, or they could be anchored on your wheel. In the old time, your first totem was determined at birth, depending on what animal showed up, in the waken life or in dream/synchronicity. Nowadays the word Totem is used to serve all sort of pseudo-mystical concepts, but the word itself simply means “relationship”. It is a relationship that you share with the spirit or essence of the elements of nature around you. We use totems as a self-discovery tool but it wasn’t always so… I doubt the Ancients we’re attributing why they were being bitchy to the fact they had a bitchy Cat totem. Lol! It was a much more serious matter! It was about mimicking the demeanour of the animals, following their teachings, in order to survive.

I know Coyote have been with me since I was a teenager (without understanding the word Totem or its concept). Last summer, I have learned to embrace it, skin and bones, not without the occasional struggles and frustrations its medicine entail. Today, I am aware of its influence in my life to a certain degree, [as I am not completely objective when it comes to this topic], and I therefore try to observe and apply (or not apply) its teachings before letting the potential chaos He can create totally wreck my every day. It think it’s safe to say that Coyote is a relationship that will stay with me for this life. So much to learn, so many traps to avoid!

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I’ve made a huge mistake.

When I first started to learn about indigenous dreaming a few years ago, I’ve discovered that I had a relationship with the Fox Spirit. He showed up as being sitting on my head and guiding me around with his high screeching yaps and hectic movements. We started our relationship with shyness, as I would sense his presence but only catch glimpses of his body. But with his guidance, I have taken my first steps into the dream world and shamanism, I have acquire dream tools and precious techniques…

When an animal spirit presents itself to you, you have to observe its demeanour during your encounter(s) as well as understanding its behaviour in nature. Foxes are shy creatures that blend in their surroundings like no other. Blending in or being unseen is a technique that insured the survival of the Fox throughout the ages. The most stunning example is probably the change in the Artic fox’s fur colors according to the season; its grey-brown mantle sheds to reveal a pure white coat that will help them to remain undetected by predators and preys alike during winter. Cunning, they use multiple techniques to hunt their preys, use evasive manoeuvres when they are being prey upon or use themselves as bait to lead astray the predators from their den and pups. Even more impressive, it is said that foxes use the Earth magnetic fields to hunt their unseen preys during winter. They use the surroundings to their advantage to outfox you or to eat you alive! Onomnom!

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I see it all

A person that bears the Fox Medicine is a master of disguise and a keen observer of characters and situations. They grasp things quickly and understands their immediate position. They will use cunning (Rerouting, suggestions and manipulation) instead of deceit (Coyote’s good ol’ trickery) to get to where they want to be or to get out of sticky situation. In society, a Fox person maybe shy and draw to the background in order to go with the flow and not to disturb the stability of the group. Fox people have a hard time being noticed and that is extremely frustrating. On the other hand they do not like to be the center of attention for too long. This is quite a challenge to balance the two. One of my friend and bearer of the Fox medicine, LD, is the most boisterous person I know, and from what I gathered, it only comes up when she feels she is not being heard. When I give her my undivided attention, she becomes calm, speaks very softly and insists that I share my thoughts too. It’s like night and day! I also feel like that; I want to be a part of something and to share my experience and when people look at me I want to disappear.

One of the great teachings of the Fox is to realise when to blend in and when it is enough. I can quite easily forget myself because the biggest part of me don’t like to disturb others (the other part is the Coyote). I have to sit in front of the mirror to remember who I am and what I want. I have to remind myself to value the reasons why I work, what I sacrifice and how I should take care of myself.

I feel truly blessed that the Fox quietly walks with me in the dreaming part of my life. The first time I met him, he was BLUE (but as I understand, it is a color I use to identify the animals that are important to my personal story) but more and more I see him appear in shade of whites or really light colors. It was seems to be linked to a Japanese space… at first. But as I see him shifting from dream to dream, from the Kitsune Spirit to an Artic Fox, from a Grey Fox to a Fennec, so on and so on, I understand that just like the dream world, the Fox is always changing, moving, revealing what he wants you to see, adapting like a mirror, that is why I call him the SILVER FOX.

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Me too, Fox, me too.

** I have learned about totems from an indigenous point of view with my teachers here in the Montreal region, if you are interested to learn more please visit their website HERE.