Yearning to see the stars, courageously I step into darkness.
You, RedWulf Dancing Bare and Standing Feather, are maestro guardians and guides into the soul's hidden resources. I have experienced profound and palpable healing of a primal wound that has blocked and haunted my journey to fullness of being. Maybe my words sound like unctious hyperbole'; most hopefully not, for I speak truth.
Thank you for allowing me to sit in your love-flowing medicine circle. Blessings to all at the Ancient Way Cafe' who cared for me so tenderly and deliciously.
May the grandmother and grandfather animal spirits continue to bless, protect, and reveal themselves through you.
Mucho amor y abrazo
William Ratterman-10/29/13- In response to the Wave Riders retreat of October 25-27 2013
" Waking Yourself Up To Your Spirit Animals"
Riders of the Ancient Way
rather think of them as shamans,
shaman totems and shaman names,
ways with sign and symbol,
in sight and smell,
shifting rhythms and fluctuating combinations
scatter shift and recombine
humors and the neurons.
a gentle flap of buzzard wings,
of raven wind hoot of owl,
the learned touch of Reiki,
of sage, chant of song,
bell and gong and drumming,
override the modern mind
combine all modes of being.
are two as one, these shamans,
spirits each make four
sixteen in progression
the four directions, four
twelve, twice timed
the combined souls of yin and yang
concert with the darkness.
surrounded in the yurt round
walls with sacred symbols
nations all around the world,
above through perfect circle
turquoise blue to the sun bright sky.
soul lies on the table:
body long past young,
three scores and ten expended
on through unclaimed allotments
from the remnant pool
unlived years left over from
prematurely dead and gone,
body scarred and strengthened,
on, sewed up, marinated,
and poisoned in the name of healing
many rugged miles, ragged miles,
many rabid not enough resuscitating stops,
in need of monthly maintenance.
start with chants and drumming
smudge incense and cranial/sacral
points, gong, bell, owl wing fanning
and transcending downward
the primitive radical, the cellular and atomic,
myriad invisible particles combine to conjure archetypes
smile and hope and wish and weep and live
the emptied mind refills in images and colors
and sequences bouncing off the brain,
inward mindward and calling out the soul.
blues and bears and ravens
coral sunset over the horizon
to burnt sienna,
and white and shifting grids of gold,
of turquoise lightening sky blue,
bifurcated vision field shinning through
kaleidoscope of geometric declarations-
old and gray, morphing through history
with my own, young at first and aging,
screen again with purple turtles climbing up
over a rainbow from southwest to northeast
golden wolf crouched below as if to pounce,
silent cosmic laughter from deep down in the center,
wolves appearing, first the nose then the eyes
from a softly clouded sky of gray, blue,
evolving gray faces and shoulders,
then there and gone again,
walking, chants in languages
a one of us can speak, but everybody understands
the quantum level of unconscious cells.
modalities and mysteries:
to Aristotelian logic,
to Scottish empiricism,
to logical positivism:
mind and soul scrambled transcending,
rise in peace among us all and painless.
than acid and it doesn't make you sick.