The Medicine Wheel: Dreaming the clans

It’s been a while that I wanted to write about the Medicine Wheel. I have done a series of texts on my experiences and perspectives with the East, South, West and North anchors, a few years ago, so in the spirit of continuity, I will explore the clans! In the tradition I am learning, seven clans lay on the Medicine Wheel (Starting from the North-East):

  • The Father Clan (Angel)
  • The Mother Clan (Earth)
  • The Grand Mother Clan (Moon)
  • The Turtle Clan (Storyteller)
  • The Frog Clan (!! can’t remember)
  • The Thunder Being Clan
  • The Butterfly Clan

Clans speak of archetypes to which your soul resembles the most. Picture a Teepee, in which a fire is burning. Around the fire are seven figures, where do you stand?



angelThe first is a tall androgynous creature with wings on his shoulder and a stoic face. He speak in a grave manner, poking at the fire with his stick. He seems to be talking directly at you, explaining, leading. He has been there before and knows what and how it should be done. He was with granted insights and given the terrible responsibilities of caring for the others, which is why you can call him Angel Clan.

fairiesRight next to him is a fairy like creature – in fact, you are not sure if they are more than one person there. Their hands are dirty or wet or dry or burnt from cradling the Earth and Water and Air and Fire alike. They are laughing or crying, you are not sure, but you know they are dancing in that glowing light in a shape of a mother with open arms. She has been blessed with a sensible soul and thin skin that let her hear the beat of the planet, which is why you call her Earth Clan.

oracleThe third figure bears a strange smile. Even though she keeps very still, every time you look to her, she has changed. It looks like she is conversing, sometimes with Spirit sometimes with herself. From her you hear faint laughter or words riddled with strangeness that echoes within one part of your soul. She is ever changing but always present, with one foot in the real and one in the mystery, which is why you call her the Moon Clan.

turtleislandNext to her is sitting a woman who vibrate very slowly. Her eyes are closed and she listen to the sounds of stories. Her skin is riddled with words, it looks like they are slowly flowing in her wrinkles like rivers in their bed. When she open her mouth she speaks like the ancestors, as if she observed them for a thousand years. She has received the gifts of observation, respect of traditions and a quick tongue, which is why you call her the Storyteller Clan.

frogTo her left is a strong and vibrant young man with a quick eye. His joyous demeanour hides the fact that every angles of the environment has been scrumptiously studied to give him an edge, an advantage over you. You see in his eye everything he had overcome to be sitting here and that even in his stillness he looks ready to jump out at any moment.


The-Gargoyle-in-the-Rain--102166Next to him is a tall and wide creature, his skin is dark, as if made of stone. He study the circle with a critical eye. His voice is deep like a distant rumbling and  a foggy mist creeps around the room. In the split second you gaze off him, he has already summon enough energy to burn you to a crisp. Then, you hear his laughter as clear as the gentle rain.


shm-5078a7300a677-mockwht_blkThe last creature to complete the circle hovers above ground and flickers on himself. He looks at the figures around the fire and mimics them. With every gaze he touches the deep thoughtfulness, the breath of exaltation, the mysterious, the anchored wisdom, the mindful walk and the rumbling propulsion… and when it is over his wings suddenly stop flapping. He shed away that part of him and see everyone – including himself – anew.


Being in one clan does not mean that you are not experiencing the full array of archetypes. It only means that one of them represents the “family of your soul”.  For instance, I believe that I am from the Grand Mother Clan, but it is only after 3, 5 years of intense pondering and soul searching that I came to this conclusion, lol! I thought that maybe I was a Butterfly or – god preserve- a Thunder being!

Truth is that I share much affinities with Thunder beings. At first I was appalled by them, but I understand it was my very own aptitude to snap under a second that I disliked about myself. I was judging the clan based on my own programming. I’ve made my peace with my tendency towards anger and now I can appreciate it as the wisdom of the Thunder being clan: PROPULSION. In general, being angry does not hurt or shame me anymore, it brings me closer to resolution. It is but one mystery of how my inner mechanisms work. I’m glad I have learned a lesson from the TBC, it helps me explore the many – many – fragments of my soul.


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Norse Mythology and Geo-dreaming

Norse Mythology is awesome and has brought me tons of dreaming… More I think about it, I’m pretty sure the writers of the Edda or the captors of the stories of Norse mythology were indigenous dreamers (any mythology, to be fair). I’m very, very far from being an expert on Norse mythology or geodreaming (though, you can find one here), but I believe that the land shape the kind of dreams you get. And Iceland has one hell of a scenery, and some of the most peculiar natural phenomenon in the world (like 6 months long nights, Aurora Borealis, exploding volcano with lightning and all, in a nutshell, awesome shit.)

This is a really quick thoughts and a superficial explorations, and I’m sure I’m not the first one to think about this, but this is my blog and you are still reading so shut up. Here goes.

Months fucking long night, explained by the fact that Fenrir as eaten the sun. The poor peasants, unable to grow anything in the dead of winter, are experiencing the Ragnarok, the dead of the Gods. This is a cycle, a wheel (as is everything). The night must precede the day. But this particular night was so damn unpleasant, that you just had to come up with some kind of explanation. Then the benevolent Gods awake again, letting the sun shine and life regrow.

Ragnarok by Valentina Mustarjavi
Ragnarok by Valentina Mustarjavi

That’s why I always thought Loki was an “unwelcome” in the old days. He’d come with his (brilliant) idea of a practical joke that would end up destroying a complete crop… of course that could mean life and death in those days. Nowadays, Loki has his place as an harbinger of changes [the song Wind of Change just started on YouTube], causing destruction and then rebirth. Maybe this is why he is popular today; Loki is a God of our time. Kind of an hipster god.

How will you explain that kind of epic battles?

Surtr, jötunn with the Flaming sword.
Surtr, jötunn with the Flaming Sword.


Thor kicking the shit outta Surtr.
Thor kicking the shit outta Surtr with the help of his goats

It’s not that I don’t believe in the stories of the Norse gods or that I want take away the sacredness of the scripture. I just believe that it is the human nature to want to explain what they live, what they observe (like I’m doing right now). The land and its natural occurrences influence the conceptualisation of dreaming, and that gave birth to wonders and a rich culture that lives at the heart of my life and that had and will create dreams and magic beyond our simple realm of living. Hail Yggdrasil. (can you even say that?)

[Message from Loki : Well, that was an half-assed article, at least I’m in it. Good night.] 

Captain’s log and Runic integration

I have started a path journal that I’ll be publishing here from now on. With those logs I wish to be able to keep track of my Featured imagedreams, thoughts and experiences on the shamanic path and through initiation. I wish it will teach me discipline, bring forwards conciousness and teach me to have compassion towards my own personal story.

I have decided to just group everything I write here, so I might has well post my Runic research and pathwork! I have decided to explore each rune for a month and to integrate it. My goal is not really to be able to read or cast runes, but to be able to understand the mysteries behind them.