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Midwest Shaman’s Conference – 2019

To be in community is such a joyful thing. To be surrounded by healers is such a loving space, so safe and nurturing, and there is no place I would rather be.

People in the “real world” (what’s “real” anyway? The physical? Things you can touch? Then what is Love? What is Pain? Of course the intangible is Real, it’s ALL real, even the hallucinations are real, because they consist of human experience…if the thing that never happened just happened to you, then I guess you had an experience of some kind, and that makes it real…bends your brain, it does…) The people in the real world say I am Earthy, that I am an Earth Mother, and I always felt so physical around that. “The hugs,” they say, “There are no better hugs,” and there’s a sensual aspect to it, and a size aspect too…I am large, roundish, curvy, there is an earthiness to my presence. I get that. But I have always attributed it to the “realness” of me. I struggle to remain Real, sometimes.

I have one foot in this world and one foot out sometimes, listening to the things you say and following the threads of your tapestry to see where they lead…is that your parents that did that? Where are they leading you? Is this a place you want to go? Will you be happy?

I always learn things at the Midwest Shaman’s Conference. Sometimes the messages are incredibly intense, like a download from the ineffable, (I had a conversation with a tree two years ago that STILL leaves me wondering about how much they talk to each other and how, follow the MSC tag if you want to read more on that), I come back to this world and every time I’m a little more Luna Lovegood and a little less Me. I had no idea what I would learn this time.

Everywhere I went, people wanted to tell me about me. It was strange to hear it over and over in so many places. At first it was the hugs, how much they missed my hugs or wanted more, and I am happy to give them…I’m ecstatic to be a source of joy to the people that I love so much and admire. The people I consider my Elders and my Peers. It brings me joy to think they want to be close to me. It makes me feel abundant, that my life is abundant, that I am overflowing with opportunity for genuine trust and love with all kinds of people from everywhere, and I feel humbled and blessed and loved.

But it didn’t stop. People were thanking me for my presence. For my questions. (To be fair, I ask some super detailed questions on a deeper level because I really THINK about this stuff, how it works, WHY it works, How much of this is psychosomatic? How much of this is Placebo Effect? How can I tell? And does it really matter as long as it works?) and telling me how I had such “good energy,” and I get that if you know me. But some of these people were strangers…people I had never really spoken to that were picking up my energy from the other end of the room. It was a little confusing. I was skeptical. Questioning. Even people who normally appeared somewhat stoic to me were “bouncing” because they were going to see me.

Hmph.

Another said, “You are starting to become an authority figure in this community.” Seriously? When did that happen? I mean, I want to help, but I don’t help out as much as I feel I should, I am always lacking, always afraid someone will send me home because I don’t do enough. When I relax and do less it is always layered with fear, even if I don’t allow it to control me. It’s a trust fall, letting my community catch me and just kind of hoping there won’t be a reprimand further down the line.

“It’s because you are Stable,” another said, and I thought, “Stable? I mean, that goes with the Earth thing, but I am SO not stable! I’ve moved so many times! I barely can track my own schedule! I always feel like I am one step away from my whole life just falling to pieces because I can’t keep track of time, and I don’t feel like I use my calendar well enough. I feel so consistently JUST off balance…”

And then she explained it. “It’s because everyone here knows if they have a problem, you will listen. You won’t judge. You will hold space and offer some advice of some kind. You are stable because you make yourself available to provide.” (And how does she even know this about me? I’m not sure.)

That’s a lot of information. I was processing it, and I remembered in another class there was a woman with a HUGE energy field, very definitely an Elder, and people were telling her how…I guess telling her how LARGE she was…her presence in the room is the kind of thing that makes you sit up straight because someone who knows something is watching, someone who you would be lucky to get an audience with, someone who you may need to ask questions of someday, she is there and you don’t want to look like an idiot so when you need her she won’t be remembering you as “that idiot from last year.” She had trouble believing that that was how she was perceived. She said, “Me? I’m a Teddy Bear!” and I said, “Excuse me….I’m super outspoken and a little obnoxious and *I* couldn’t introduce myself to you. I had to ask someone else to introduce me because your energy field is so huge,” and in that moment I realized that I was doing the same thing she was…I wasn’t seeing the thing that everyone else was telling me was there. I have to trust them. They all see it, and they didn’t team up to get me to believe it. (honestly, you can’t really herd Pagans…it’s kind of like herding cats…we’re just not that organized.)

So as the strangers came up to me and thanked me for my presence, as people I met told me they loved me because I laughed so often, or that my hugs were wonderful, or that they were grateful to be in my presence, I just tried to remember what the Elder told me two conferences ago.

“Look at yourself and Rejoice,” he said, “the way WE rejoice when we see You.”

Yes. I feel like it’s beginning to sink in.

Finally.

For my Friends – Roland

“Please write more,” he texted, and you know, it’s the internet.
I can read that that like he misses me and just wants more contact,
Or I can read that like a drowning man who needs me for guidance.
Nothing is really reliable in text, everything and anything is possible
And in my life of reading rejection into people that haven’t actually rejected me
I find it safer to just not guess
And do what he asks.

I’m in a weird place nowadays

The scars which have defined me have mostly, truly, honest-to-god, faded.
Which means I’m now in this open space, dancing, and I have to figure out what that means.

I mean…this is not a ballet body.

I’ve always been more of a slam dancer, belly dancer, pole dancer
And like every other form of dance, so much of it depends on the rhythm.
So many rhythms in this world.

And I have to choose which one I’m going to hear.

There’s so many, really,
From Indifference to Hatred to Love.
But that’s not really what this is about.

I’ve discovered a new form of damage which is super ironic.

In the past my damage was focused on “my feelings don’t matter,”
And a lot of that has really been resolved. My feelings DO matter.
In fact, if you’re reading this, they probably matter to YOU, which is nice.
It’s nice to know that people really DO care about how I feel,
That they don’t want me to hurt
That they enjoy my laughter or my insight.
Which is awesome…when suddenly this amazingly bizarre damage comes out of nowhere.

It tells me I don’t exist.

This is crazy, even to me. I KNOW that I exist.

One reason I know I exist is because I matter to you
that couldn’t happen if I didn’t exist, right?
But there’s this weird kind of doubt and sudden anger, even rage, that happens around
Not being heard
Not being seen
Being ignored
Not being given physical space
Being spoken over
Having my “No” disregarded
Having my opinion glossed over….

You know, for a while I just thought that this was just part of being a woman.
I tried to tell my therapist that,
That being a woman is to constantly be tuned out, glossed over,
But she says it’s this deeper wound I’ve got.

I thought she was wrong.

But then I started looking at the things that infuriate me.
Having to repeat myself over and over
Being ignored when I’m standing RIGHT THERE
People expecting me to move when they’re inconveniencing me
just as much as I’m inconveniencing them
(Why am *I* always expected to move?
Why am I less important than the other person, always?)
Being interrupted
Being run over even when I protest
Being asked my opinion, and then having that opinion discounted as unimportant

and I want to scream,

“I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! CAN’T YOU SEE ME?
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

……But I’m not so sure I’d be heard.

I’m afraid I’ll find out I’m a ghost of some kind

That I’m really NOT here.

It’s crazy, I know. I can see my hands in front of me.
I require food and clothing, I work and work gets done.
I teach, and people learn. I smile and people smile back.

But sometimes, I wonder if I’m just deluding myself,
And I wonder if I’m even here.

My therapist says, “On a scale of one to ten, how stressful is the phrase, “I don’t exist?”

“Oh, it’s an eight,” I say…and I don’t understand how that can be
when I’m sitting right there
having a conversation.

This is new damage.

I don’t really understand it, but I know I’m feeling it, and like everything else
If I feel it, someone out there is feeling it too.

So if you wonder if you exist sometimes, I do too.
(I mean, I wonder if *I* exist, not if you do. I’m pretty sure you do.)
So you’re not alone or anything.

I can’t promise we’re not crazy, but I can promise

You’re not alone.

But I’m guessing that
if you ask me to write more, you must see me
so I must be here.