This is a tricky one to talk about, because you need to first accept the concepts of reincarnation, of past-lives, and of past-life events having powerful emotion impacts that can carry into our next ones.
With that in mind, I can discuss what I experienced. After my Psilocybin experience, documented here [A Psilocybin Initiation] I went through a lot of emotional processing the weeks following. It was anything but straightforward however... mostly a lot of unconscious processing going on.
But last night, I made some sort of breakthrough. I had some chocolate I had been given for my birthday ~ which was on Wednesday ~ so I took that and then felt dizzy, as I usually do with chocolate, so I went for the solution that seems to help ~ coffee. Brewed some, drank, accepting that I might not get the best quality sleep, but hey, better than sugar making feel like crap, as coffee seems to balance me out. Didn't accomplish much at first ~ computer, social media, programming ~ then I decided I was tired, so I went to bed.
In bed, though, I began to think and think, about my feelings of guilt, shame, abandonment, confused and torn in the midst of it. Eventually, I realized something ~ there was a pattern throughout my entire life, of being abandoned... moving homes, schools, being made to live on a veranda outside of a house's walls because I had a wet dream coming into puberty, of moving in with my auntie, and her throwing me out, of going from youth house to youth house, feeling lost, thrown aside.
I wondered... why? Why? What did it all mean? What was even the purpose of this pattern? I couldn't understand. I asked again... why? Why? I had to understand, I wanted to, I needed to. I became almost desperate. My mind eventually responded to my desperation with the answers... I went into what was a series of flashbacks.
In my past life, I was a shaman in the Amazon, with a community, a village, a tribe, a people. I belonged. But then... my pet, my animal companion, a tiger, had killed one of the women, out of jealousy, that it felt I was getting too intimate with. It happened all so suddenly. I wasn't able to pick up on the signs before it happened. By the time it did, it was just too late. There was turmoil and uproar after that ~ anger from my tribe. I was asked to kill my tiger for its crime. But... something in me compelled me to defend them, to protect them, to take on the weight of the deed onto myself, to bear the burden. It wasn't the tiger's fault ~ they were protecting me, so they perceived, and they had never acted anything like this prior, so it was a major shock that could never have been foreseen.
The village simply didn't know how to respond to this ~ I was a respected shaman, so they couldn't kill me. So, the village elder, our leader, decided that, in compromise, I was to be exiled for 5 years. Before that, they called me in for questioning ~ why would I make such a massive sacrifice? What compelled me? I realized that I had been seeing flashbacks of myself through the elder's eyes, his compassion, empathy, understanding, as I was unable to offer any of it to myself, as I blamed myself for not seeing the signs. I saw myself... bowing before him, broken, limp, barely able to respond, yet willingly taking on such a heavy burden.
The elder was much wiser than me ~ he understood that something had compelled me to make a massively selfless sacrifice, to protect one who had killed another. Any blame he had for my tiger was never brought up ~ he focused purely on why I, a respected wise-man, would take on such a burden. Such a sacrifice, he recognized, required compassion, empathy and understanding, of the perspective of another. He had thought about this for a while, reasoning and considering, as he knew I was not one to blindly defend another without good reason. So, he decided ~ I was to be exiled, but I would not be entirely abandoned. I would be brought supplies at intervals, but I had to leave my tiger behind, to protect them ~ and just in-case, it was a man the elder trusted to secrecy.
But... that didn't stop me feeling guilty, abandoned, full of shame, confusion, pain. It pierced a hole in my heart, leaving me feeling broken and lost. Yet... the spirits didn't abandon me. They recognized the nature of my sacrifice, which was considered significant and worthy in their eyes. Only someone with empathy and compassion could make such a sacrifice. But they also knew that I had become unable to have empathy and compassion for myself. I eventually forgave my tiger companion, though, after time and consideration. But, what I didn't quite know is that they felt guilt and shame themself, as they had acted on impulse, had seen my reaction, perceived their actions as something I didn't like or agree with, so felt confusion and shame, which was consequentially buried, because they couldn't understand it ~ their mind couldn't deal with the emotions, so I was unable to help them, even with the aid of Ayahuasca.
Only when I came to full comprehension of this did something in me, now returned to noticing I was lying in bed in this life, snapping out of the flashbacks, rise and gently shatter. It felt like some broken part in my heart had been rejoined, repaired, made whole. I felt... different. I felt more complete, more like myself again. A wound was healed. My heart... didn't have blacked hole in it anymore. I could feel more wholesomely.
I realized that the patterns of abandonment in this life were to force me to look at the wound ~ they were a sort of very extended set of exposure therapy, to force me to look inwards. The wound was deep, so the cure needed to be just as strong ~ that is, I had to be forced, even brutally so, to look at the wound, so I could come to terms with it, at any cost.
I was able to actually perceive the memories of the elder again ~ I realized these memories came from a life review where I was shown his perspective, his wisdom. I realized I had met him during one Ayahuasca journey ~ he had reincarnate, as a shaman, a wise-man, himself, inspired by my compassion and empathy, my own wisdom to see the true intent of another, to take on a massive burden I could barely bear... I thought he was familiar, but I couldn't place it until I made some unconscious connection ~ the energy of the elder was the same as the energy of that shaman. They were the same.
With that in mind, I can discuss what I experienced. After my Psilocybin experience, documented here [A Psilocybin Initiation] I went through a lot of emotional processing the weeks following. It was anything but straightforward however... mostly a lot of unconscious processing going on.
But last night, I made some sort of breakthrough. I had some chocolate I had been given for my birthday ~ which was on Wednesday ~ so I took that and then felt dizzy, as I usually do with chocolate, so I went for the solution that seems to help ~ coffee. Brewed some, drank, accepting that I might not get the best quality sleep, but hey, better than sugar making feel like crap, as coffee seems to balance me out. Didn't accomplish much at first ~ computer, social media, programming ~ then I decided I was tired, so I went to bed.
In bed, though, I began to think and think, about my feelings of guilt, shame, abandonment, confused and torn in the midst of it. Eventually, I realized something ~ there was a pattern throughout my entire life, of being abandoned... moving homes, schools, being made to live on a veranda outside of a house's walls because I had a wet dream coming into puberty, of moving in with my auntie, and her throwing me out, of going from youth house to youth house, feeling lost, thrown aside.
I wondered... why? Why? What did it all mean? What was even the purpose of this pattern? I couldn't understand. I asked again... why? Why? I had to understand, I wanted to, I needed to. I became almost desperate. My mind eventually responded to my desperation with the answers... I went into what was a series of flashbacks.
In my past life, I was a shaman in the Amazon, with a community, a village, a tribe, a people. I belonged. But then... my pet, my animal companion, a tiger, had killed one of the women, out of jealousy, that it felt I was getting too intimate with. It happened all so suddenly. I wasn't able to pick up on the signs before it happened. By the time it did, it was just too late. There was turmoil and uproar after that ~ anger from my tribe. I was asked to kill my tiger for its crime. But... something in me compelled me to defend them, to protect them, to take on the weight of the deed onto myself, to bear the burden. It wasn't the tiger's fault ~ they were protecting me, so they perceived, and they had never acted anything like this prior, so it was a major shock that could never have been foreseen.
The village simply didn't know how to respond to this ~ I was a respected shaman, so they couldn't kill me. So, the village elder, our leader, decided that, in compromise, I was to be exiled for 5 years. Before that, they called me in for questioning ~ why would I make such a massive sacrifice? What compelled me? I realized that I had been seeing flashbacks of myself through the elder's eyes, his compassion, empathy, understanding, as I was unable to offer any of it to myself, as I blamed myself for not seeing the signs. I saw myself... bowing before him, broken, limp, barely able to respond, yet willingly taking on such a heavy burden.
The elder was much wiser than me ~ he understood that something had compelled me to make a massively selfless sacrifice, to protect one who had killed another. Any blame he had for my tiger was never brought up ~ he focused purely on why I, a respected wise-man, would take on such a burden. Such a sacrifice, he recognized, required compassion, empathy and understanding, of the perspective of another. He had thought about this for a while, reasoning and considering, as he knew I was not one to blindly defend another without good reason. So, he decided ~ I was to be exiled, but I would not be entirely abandoned. I would be brought supplies at intervals, but I had to leave my tiger behind, to protect them ~ and just in-case, it was a man the elder trusted to secrecy.
But... that didn't stop me feeling guilty, abandoned, full of shame, confusion, pain. It pierced a hole in my heart, leaving me feeling broken and lost. Yet... the spirits didn't abandon me. They recognized the nature of my sacrifice, which was considered significant and worthy in their eyes. Only someone with empathy and compassion could make such a sacrifice. But they also knew that I had become unable to have empathy and compassion for myself. I eventually forgave my tiger companion, though, after time and consideration. But, what I didn't quite know is that they felt guilt and shame themself, as they had acted on impulse, had seen my reaction, perceived their actions as something I didn't like or agree with, so felt confusion and shame, which was consequentially buried, because they couldn't understand it ~ their mind couldn't deal with the emotions, so I was unable to help them, even with the aid of Ayahuasca.
Only when I came to full comprehension of this did something in me, now returned to noticing I was lying in bed in this life, snapping out of the flashbacks, rise and gently shatter. It felt like some broken part in my heart had been rejoined, repaired, made whole. I felt... different. I felt more complete, more like myself again. A wound was healed. My heart... didn't have blacked hole in it anymore. I could feel more wholesomely.
I realized that the patterns of abandonment in this life were to force me to look at the wound ~ they were a sort of very extended set of exposure therapy, to force me to look inwards. The wound was deep, so the cure needed to be just as strong ~ that is, I had to be forced, even brutally so, to look at the wound, so I could come to terms with it, at any cost.
I was able to actually perceive the memories of the elder again ~ I realized these memories came from a life review where I was shown his perspective, his wisdom. I realized I had met him during one Ayahuasca journey ~ he had reincarnate, as a shaman, a wise-man, himself, inspired by my compassion and empathy, my own wisdom to see the true intent of another, to take on a massive burden I could barely bear... I thought he was familiar, but I couldn't place it until I made some unconscious connection ~ the energy of the elder was the same as the energy of that shaman. They were the same.
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