Dear Friends,
I received many wonderful letters in response to my August reflections on Corn
Mother. These responses are Kernels in my Basket of Blessings. I thank you
for taking the time to write. Some of the emails included how different ones
of us were now dancing with Corn Mother and what we have learned - or what
we wonder about - in this Dance.
It is quite clear that Spirit
uses each of us, from time
to time, as a Hollow Bone through
which Kernels can be passed
to the community. My plan is
to use this newsletter, in
which to share and respond
to these emails, from time
to time. If I quote someone
directly, I will ask permission
from you before doing so. Through
this sharing, I am simply providing
a CyberCornBasket from which
we both provide and receive
Soul food from one another---the
community working together
in the fields and eating together
long after the harvest has
been done.
I can just hear Mother Corn
Spirit, saying:
"Now is the time when
I return to ground..
While I am replenishing
Myself within Earth's Body
Pass around my Basket
of this year's Corn
And I will keep birthing
within you..."
Stepping into the
Circle
Invariably when focusing on some particular Animal Spirit, such as Corn Mother,
Bear, or Turtle, another will soon come calling our attention...stepping into
the Circle of our consciousness. Often this will be because this Being has a
particular affinity or relationship with the One upon whom we are focusing. In
this case, while reflecting on CornMother, Buffalo came calling. In my journeys
and dreams, she wore different aspects of her being: the actual animal we call
Buffalo (Bison), WhiteBuffaloWoman, Buffalo Dancer, Iniskim, and Grandmother
Buffalo.
I am struck, however, by the
fact this month Buffalo appeared
so often in its Earthly form.
That being the case, I decided
I should call attention to
this Earthly Body in my writing...as
well as to the Spirit clothed
in other ways.
As I was making notes for
this newsletter, I found myself
so easily thinking in terms
of "what message do you bring?
What are you wishing for us
to know or to see." Then,
while drumming and singing
to Buffalo one day, I found
myself singing to her of her
beauty, of the delight I took
while watching her move across
the lands. Returning to my
writing, I wondered: "Why am
I so quick to move from focusing
on some Being to asking what
this Being offers me? Where
in my writing are reflected
the times in which I simply
sing to another or sing of
another?
I'm
embarrassed by what I consider
a rather bad habit: that is
not taking time to appreciate
the presence of Another before
proceeding to ask "what have
you for me or for us?' I
lost my relationship with the
Messenger and was focusing
only on the message. Such an
approach has the possibility
of leading to disastrous results;
it is not a long reach from
that approach to neglecting
my tending of the Messengers.
I shall try to rectify this
impulse and Buffalo is a wonderful
animal to assist me in this.
And I invite each of us to
considering the Beings with
whom we work... or whom we
focus on in our ceremonies.
Where some Spirit also appears
in material or earthly form,
what do we know of this actual
Being? How have we educated
ourselves about their needs
or desires? Have we developed
a relationship with this Earthly
Being? In some cases, it may
be quite difficult to have
physical encounters but so
much knowledge, including detailed
images, are available through
Internet resources that we
can learn.
And this learning may take
us to paths where we actually
find some way to support these
Others during their earth journey...
just as we learn of other humans
in lands far from us. On our
spiritual path, we are not
here just to be channels for
messages but also to be partners
with those who arrive to our
awareness in some fashion.
Enstatic and Ecstatic Shamanism
So while talking with Buffalo
and writing this newsletter,
I began musing on my encounters
with Buffalo and seeing Buffalo
as embodied Spirit... trying
to appreciate what Buffalo's
Body revealed by its very structure.
Often I felt like a child asking
such questions as
Why does Buffalo have
such thin rear legs?
How can Buffalo hear
with such small ears?
Are they always found
in the company of one another?
How does Buffalo hold
up such a huge head?
Can Buffalo see what's
in front with eyes on the
side of the head?
How fast can they run
and how quickly stop or change
directions?
Don't they get too hot
in the Summers with all that
fur?
My seemingly silly questions
were actually analogous to
questions I raised as I examined
a corn plant this Summer. And
I learned so much about CornMother
through examining her physical
body. Experiences with Her
led me deeper into knowing
how form reflects substance
and how the spirit of a being
is mirrored in its physical
structure. In essence, I now
have a firmer appreciation
for enstatic shamanism.
This issue of enstatic shamanism
has become very important to
me since I began walking with
Bear and teaching BearMedicine.
Pursuing the way of enstatic
shamanism has enabled me to
rediscover the knowings of
our relationship with other
Beings --knowledge with which
we are birthed and then forget.
As I may have commented previously: ecstatic shamanism
is the practice wherein the
person goes out of or leaves
the body in order to achieve
shamanic states and gain knowledge
or the power to do.
Enstatic shamanism
is the practice wherein the
person plunges inward or into
the body to achieve shamanic
states and gain knowledge or
the power to be.
I think we have entered a
period when the ways of practicing
enstatic shamanism are being
required of us----both as a
corrective to the almost exclusive
emphasis on ecstatic shamanism
and because transformation
in our times requires full
respect of Embodied Spirit.
Interweaving these ways and
thus balancing our spirituality,
We create ourselves as
Baskets
that can hold corn..
can pass corn around
can pour corn into the Earth
and thus grow more Corn...
These are physical actions
triggered and sustained by
one's spiritual intentions.
They are also spiritual actions
made possible by ones' physical
being. And, although I am using
metaphors connected with Corn,
Buffalo is the one who prompted
these reflections.
Here's
the tableau of what's before
me as I write you:
To the left side of my computer
monitor,
sits my Basket of Kernels...
placed
here when I began focusing
on CornMother.
To the right side stands
a carved Buffalo...
One side of the carving is
suggestive of Buffalo
the other side is clearly
a sculpted Buffalo.
While writing this newsletter,
my eye wanders to one or the
other. They are related: my
quest is to understand more
of that relationship---that
is, what are the correlations
between Buffalo's body and
Buffalo Spirit or Medicine.
How does that power-full body
indicate certain medicine powers.
Between this and October's
newsletter, I hope to reflect
on both Buffalo as material
form and Buffalo medicine.
Some focus will be given to
enduring ceremonies. Part of
my journey has included work
with WhiteBuffalo Woman. I
want to share ways in which
I think her teachings speak
to us in our times. I'm not
foolish enough to think I can
cover these topics in a newsletter
format but we can begin with
the essential issues. So both
this and October's issue will
focus on Buffalo Medicine.
This medicine is at the core
of this harvesting season,
of preparations for Winter,
of enstatic shamanism, of living
in Circle, and of embracing
the challenges peculiar to
our times in the global community.
Reflecting together, we can
take initial steps in transforming
and transformation... we can
share and plant our kernel
seeds while trusting to Spirit
and Earth's powers to assist
in the maturing and flourishing
of seed to flower and fruit.
Buffalo Keeps Calling
Look at me..see me..
From yonder I come
calling
Out of the mountains
I come..
While I am here..
Look at me...see me..
With the turning winds
Into the mountains
will I disappear...
So many of the traditional
Buffalo songs have phrases
that include "Look at me, see
me...look at me..see me" and
I've often wondered why. Given
the massive size and the plentiful
herds in those times, how could
one not see? And why do songs
nearly always include: "into
the mountains will I disappear?" The
songs are also present in areas
absent of mountains that are
dominated by long, unending,
horizontal vistas. And extensive
travel from flat plains to
plains with mountains was no
so common in the long ago days.
In working with Buffalo,
I have drummed some of these
songs into my heart so much
that I could almost give Buffalo
the Name: Look-at-Me, See-Me.
So I started this morning's
meditations by greeting Look-at-Me-See-Me...
on the tip of my tongue, it
actually feels like a good
name and carries some resonance
of Ogallala language intonations.
So
as I gaze upon my carving here
of Look-at-Me-See-Me, I begin
to focus on times when I encountered
Buffalo: in Yellowstone Park,
in San Francisco's Golden State
Park, and more recently, at
a Buffalo Preserve in Indiana.
The Yellowstone trip stands
out because our experience
of them there was similar to
our safaris in Africa... that
is, seeing large herds of different
animals as they moved over
the land and forded rivers.
During our days there, we observed
them in variations of movement,
depending on the terrain: sometimes
trotting, sometimes cantering.
Climbing over hills of considerable
scree and fording the river
with a kind of rolling motion
in the water. Whatever the
actual surface, always were
they elegantly agile. We were
quite happy, in both cases,
to be forced to stop vehicles
and pause while these animals
moved all around us.
However, the experience that
also lives in the very tip
of my fingertips occurred in
Indiana when our friend, Pirkko,
took us to a Buffalo Preserve.
We spent the time with the
herd and were given a superb
description of their native
habitats, their social behavior,
and their life cycle.
I could not soak in enough
the incredible majesty of Look-at-Me-See-Me's
body. Here was this massive,
huge furred head, a body tapering
to what seemed a thin hindquarters,
spindly rear legs, a narrow
tail accentuated with tufts
of fur at the end. Their tails
are clearly a marvelous invention
of Nature used for expressing
moods, swatting irritating
insects, or for subtle balancing.
A few calves were nursing
and their tails twitching with
obvious pleasure.
The legs allowed for quick
leaps and turns while also
unfolding delicate dancing
patterns. Occasional grunting
or bellowing turned momentary
encounters into conversations.
We watched them play, roughhouse
with each other, and respond
as One Mind to any quick movement
in their range. Within just
a few moments, their herd instincts
or oneness of Mind became apparent
- clearly this was an Animal
teaching how to live both individually
and within community. And I
felt a deep aching that so
few remained... and, of them,
so few in their natural habitats.
Unlike most other places I
had visited to see Buffalo,
the preserve had no stench
and carried only the sweet
scents of prairie grasses and
lake. We learned that in their
natural habitat, the grasslands
do not contain the chemicals
found in processed food or
food not appropriate to their
digestive system - as the Preserve
keeper pointed out, we could
know they were eating appropriately
by the absence of fecal odor
and, equally important, that
their fecal droppings were
replenishing the grasslands
rather than damaging their
surrounding ecologies. The
description of the complete
digestive processes of Buffalo
reminded me of the phrase "to
chew on a matter" or "to digest
something before responding." They
are extraordinary recyclers
and waste managers.
During a long period of us
simply being still, the Buffalo
approached, drawing close enough
for one to poke a nose between
the slats on the truck's bed.
Slowly I extended my open palm
and felt the moisture of the
nose. Then Buffalo pressed
the left side of his face against
my palm and I shivered from
the power being exuded. For
long moments I gazed into those
large, dark, soft, and saucer
shaped eyes. They seemed to
undress my soul and carry some
knowing in which I was sorely
lacking. If I bided here a
while, perhaps Buffalo would
reveal that which seemed hidden
from me.
Then, as if an unheard command
had been given, the two Buffalo
at the truck did a half-leap,
turned, and ran back to the
herd. Suddenly they were all
grunting and cavorting again
--- I imagined that truly this
is the look and sound of Buffalos
laughing together and getting
a kick out of watching us!
When Buffalo says Goodby...
As we were readying to leave,
the Keeper pointed to an island,
off in the distance, on a large
lake.
"That is the island upon
which they are buried."
And she shared how they leave
their Earthly Kin and go to
greet those of their Kin Who-have-gone-before.
Their dying here on the Preserve
is simply a phase of their
eternal cycle they seem to
understand. When one of the
herd becomes terminally ill,
that Buffalo goes to the edge
of the Lake, point its head
towards the island of their
buried kin, bellows forth,
and then become quiet. Apparently
they may do this for several
days until one day, they simply
stand at the edge, facing the
Island of Ancestral Bones.
When the Keepers see a member
at the Lake's edge, they know
this Buffalo's death is quite
near so do their own ceremonial
preparations for Keeping the
Soul. When that buffalo dies
a short time later, they boat
its body to the island.
I was profoundly moved by
this description... even imagined
myself or any of my loved ones...going
down to the Edge, looking toward
our Island of Bones, bellowing
forth ("I am coming, I
am coming") and thus awakening
our Ancestors to our arrival
there soon. How wonderful
to then take time for a few
short leaving-and-returnings,
going-away and coming-back,
and then the last day of departing...
all the while knowing my Ancestors
"they are awakening to receive me."
Buffalo Mindfulness – Holding
Sky to Earth & Earth to
Sky
While driving away, I kept
my gaze on one specific Buffalo
while seeking a meeting-of-mind-to-mind.
I communicated my gratitude
to his family here gathered
and sent to him the question:
"What does it mean to
walk with your Mindfulness?"
and soon as the question
slipped from the lips of my
brain, the shape of my head
seemed to actually change...
I felt this huge expansion,
a sense of grand vistas, and
felt literally that my Brain,
that is my head or my mind,
held strings of attachment
flowing forth to anchor Sky
and Earth through me so they
could communicate with each
other always.
It
was the strangest feeling and
the closest I can compare is
to an LSD trip I did with my
dying sister in 1962. In that
situation, NIH was conducting
experiments to see if the use
of LSD could assist both the
dying and their family members
in communicating and sharing
deeply in the process of dying
and grieving... and by altering
my usual consciousness, I changed
my experience and perception
of the soul leaving the body,
and a sister leaving her Earth
home.
In this case, I had sought
to know or experience the mind-full-ness
of Buffalo and in those moments,
my mind literally changed.
I could feel wind vibrating
these strings of attachment...
sometimes my head felt like
a balloon - that is, perfectly
round and floating in the sky
yet still attached to Above
and Below. Like Balloon, I
was light of being and nothing
seemed to be holding me down.
Following this flood of feelings,
I suddenly gave myself startling
moments of anxiety... the lightness
of Being seemed almost too
much to handle. Then I found
myself saying "is this
a Buffalo's Mind?" and
soon as I said it, I had stepped
outside my experience and suddenly
I was in my usual conscious
body. The actual sensations
of this experience are ones
I can remember now although
I can't duplicate that experience.
Now, however, as I've spent
time this morning describing
to you my perception of Buffalo's
very body, I can actually see
Buffalo's mind as a form of
Conscious Balloon... filled
with Breath (Spirit). The shape
becomes movement of Mind rising
to Sky... front legs almost
off the ground while the rear
legs barely touch. (This is
but one way to see... there
are many others!).
From another angle, Buffalo
is taking form with rear legs
landing first into the Earth;
then Creator's hands and breath
continue moving, sculpting
more form around breath...
until with the last great Breath,
bountiful oxygen is blown into
the head and it seems to lift
off the ground... as though
Sky Spirit wanted Buffalo to
look upward as much as to the
ground.
Undoubtedly we shall give
ourselves strange, new, and
sometimes startling experiences
when we seek to know the feelings
or reality of another embodied
Being... yet this is the type
of knowing I think is available
to us. I cannot be Buffalo
yet perhaps I can be Buffalo
temporarily... somewhere within
me or you or all of us, is
the common ancestry we share---certain
branchings from the common
root live more emphatically
within us while others are
more muted. But I don't think
it is only a metaphor to say "walk
with Buffalo mindfulness" although
it does require us to practice
enstatic shamanism. And, if
this is only metaphor, then
I remind myself that all language
is metaphor but impulses from
the wisdom of the heart are
not metaphor. If I can learn
more of what it feels like
to be Buffalo, Bear, Turtle,
Corn, (or any other Being),
then I shall act from a mind
informed by my heart.
Buffalo and the Coin of the
Realm
Although I've been working
with Buffalo and Bear's relationship
for a few years, it was only
this past Autumn that I received
guidance to give of my attention
and teaching to Walking with
Buffalo... to do full gazing
upon Look-at-Me-See-Me. This
Calling actually came forth
through the emergence of Iniskim
in my life - a discovery I
spoke about in an earlier newsletter
and a description can be found
at my website.
I will return in October's
newsletters to Buffalo Medicine
and Ceremonies. I want to close
this month's newsletter by
sharing some Buffalo history.
While gathering images for
a workshop, I wondered: "what
did that Buffalo nickel actually
look like?" I could not
remember seeing or holding
one since I was a child and
I'm always intrigued when national
instruments (like coins, flags)
use symbols based on some animal
or plant.
Brief
history: in the 1900's, as
preparation was made for striking
the first nickel, the photographer
James Fraser was having a difficult
time finding a suitable Buffalo.
He had grown up in South Dakota
where he had seen many buffalo
during his childhood but during
later trips in his life he
was unable to locate one. Although
millions had roamed the western
plains, by the late 1800s they
had been slaughtered to the
brink of extinction.
The Buffalo on the nickel
was intended to symbolize the "winning
of the West" and the theme
of unity (the Latin on that
side of the coin is translated: "From
the One Many, from the Many
One").
With the deadline approaching
for having the image ready,
Fraser ended up photographing
Black Diamond - a buffalo held
within an enclosure in the
Bronx Zoo. The photographic
result and the newly minted
nickel were a source of dismay
to many. Even the director
of the Bronx Zoo at the time,
considered the bison on the
nickel to be "a sad failure
with its head drooped as if
it had lost all hope in the
world."
Fraser speculated Black Diamond
had developed this drooping
form because his enclosure
was too small for him to properly
expand, express his Being,
or even fully lift his head.
To complete this pathetic story
of the Buffalo Nickel, just
a few years later Black Diamond
was sold to a meat packing
plant. Various individuals
tried to intervene to save
Black Diamond from this slaughter
but to no avail.
When I put together the drooping
head and the fact that from
many Buffalo in his childhood,
the grown man Fraser could
find only one, I thought "this
nickel is such a clear demonstration
of what happened in this country
- with the animals and the
peoples." (Remember that
the opposite of the nickel
bears the alleged head of an
Indian warrior - that is, there
is dispute about whose head
this is - but that's a different
story just now...)
My purpose in telling Nickel's
history, however, is to reflect
on the difference between a
Buffalo's Body when allowed
natural growth and the Body
when confined unnaturally.
The very difference, in the
position of the head and the
shoulders or humps, speaks
about a mind-fettered versus
a mind-full and free. Buffalo
Nickels' history alerts us:
As I do unto others, I
do unto myself - as we do
unto our Greater Community,
we do unto our Human Community.
Having this Buffalo nickel,
side by side with an image
of a healthy Buffalo, is a
marvelous source for meditation
on such concerns.
Buffalo Comes Calling
Again...
I return to encounters with
Buffalo from Yellowstone and
the Indiana Preserve. Surely
Buffalo's Shape and Form indicates
the very wisdom carried within
its Being. A massive Mind that
makes gentle, dancing feet
on the ground. A great calm
Being whose power when running
shakes the Earth and plunges
Thunder into Ground. An expressive
voice that makes grunts and
bellows that sound like the
shaking of Rattle and the beating
of Drum. A Stands-Alone-in-the-Snows
Being who is known by the habit
of Never-Stands-Alone.
If you study my ways,
you will learn the strength
Of One who is strong
enough to live in community...
If you dance with me,
nothing shall be crushed
beneath your feet
And flowers bloom wherever
you have walked...
I certainly do sense that
Buffalo is truly returning
and checking us out may we
be worthy companions for we
need each other. May we continue
to learn what it means to Walk
with a Buffalo Mind...to live
with the mind-fullness of Sky
Above, Earth Below, and All
that Surround.
Corn Mother spoke to her Grandchildren
of working the Seasonal Fields
while Buffalo points our minds
towards the Callings within
a Day. Both remind us that
the individual journey is a
journey of the village too.
Nothing is ever completely
done alone... the question
is "have I put out a hand that
some can hold and as well as
the hand that needs to be held".
In Buffalo's leap from the
side of the truck back to the
herd, he said ever so clearly
"for me to Be is to Be-With"
... "unto my dying breath
and beyond to the Island
of my Kin".
The distance between Land
and the Island in the Lake
speaks to Buffalo's as a Crosser
of Bridges -- reminding me
that I am Bridge-Crosser too...
and given the wonderful shape-shifting
powers birthed within us, we
ARE also the Bridge sometimes
while others Cross
and we Cross the Bridges that
Others offer.
I would love to receive a
call sometime from the Keeper
of the Preserve, informing
me that some old Buffalo has
pointed his head at the edge
of the Lake - and towards the
Island now is looking. To catch
a plane, drive to his Land,
walk myself down to the edge
and bellow across:
Thank your for you time
with us - this one is coming
home
Then turn around, walk back
to the herd and be able to
say,
as long as you are here,
this is your home
and be able to say that with
a guarantee...
There is something remarkably
comforting to spend time with
the herd and times when one
points yonder... time with
our Buffalo Kin... spending
time with
Look at me, Look at
me
See me...See me..
I am your friend
and your teacher...
My massive head lifts
towards Sky
Yet every step I take
is one with Ground
Mindfulness of All
underneath, above, and
around...
Look at me, See me
Before to the Mountains
I disappear.
With gruntings and bellowing
to my shamanic community...
I wish for each of you mindfull
walks and conversations
And time -- along with -- our
Buffalo Kin...
Carol
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can be found at Carol's
website or will be sent
to you upon request.
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commuters as well as residential
participants.
- Partial scholarships are
available and can be applied
for when registering.
To
register for one or more
workshops with Carol, contact
the Coordinator for
Shamanic Visions:
Pirkko
Miller at Pirkko@embarqmail.com
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