Lesson 7 Correllian
Shamanism
Story
I like the story of the Stone Man. I will admit it has made me think on it for a
long while because I see many possibilities of the stories meaning.
When I began to read the story and envision the description
of the old man, my first feelings were he was a sage, carrying his magical
staff. I thought his staff was like my
staff or wand or even like my dowsing rods in another form. I have used all three of these items to find
and locate something at different times.
I also felt he was blind and was using all his senses to find his way in
the physical word, hence the sniffing.
Relying on his higher gifts to see him through.
Using his staff to create a bridge of crossing to me was the
old man again using his higher self and gifts to manifest a solution to a
need. I felt the young hunter after
seeing this manifestation reacted in fear of the unknown. As I am sure many have had the similar
reactions when faced with their first encounters of the spirit world or witnessing
a phenomenon of some kind.
Throughout this entire story I never had the sense or
feelings that this old man was of ill will or imposed a treat. What I felt strongly was the fear reactions
from the young hunter and then it fueled by the medicine man in which caused a
domino effect in the tribe. I did not
hear of any idea of communication with the old man to affirm or rule out his
intentions. Only going by stories told
and assigning to this man without confirmation.
This too is another action made out of fear.
When the old man reached the trail to the tribe and came to
the woman, I found it odd that he called her “My Granddaughter” and the next he
called his “Daughter”. This made me feel
as if he was Ancestral to this tribe and trying to communicate this to them and
was returning or presenting himself to them.
The treatment of this old man reminded me of the witch
trials and the actions of hysteria of the unknown and wild stories or untruths. What they found beneath the ashes reminds me
of what one may find after burning items in a high temp fire. His staff being shinny and such could have
been made of some form of metal or metals and melted down and cooled leaving
what appeared to be a stone, the red paint could have be the residue or by
product of the chemical changes that took place in the melt down.
I ask myself why did the medicine man keep the stone and
paint the members of the tribe with the remains of what was considered ill
willed or evil? Would not the stone
carry the essence of the old man and his trauma like residual energy? Just thoughts that passed my mind when trying
to understand the actions in this story.
I still have not come to the understanding of the effect of
the women’s menstrual blood on the old man.
I’m still contemplating that.
Pondering
What we put out to the universe is reflected back to
us. Like attracts Like. I believe the key is to use this reflection,
depending on the type of reflection, to either heal the imbalance or continue
to move forward as you are.
Mediation:
To me the ears we use in sleep are the ears of the higher
self, receiving untainted messages. What
we receive in sleep is not subject to outside, physical stimuli. The ears we use when we are awake are
affected by this stimuli and ping within us causing our minds to try to
translate what is coming through.
Blessings as Always,
Katherina
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