The Sacred Hoop
I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all children of one mother and one father.
And I saw that it was holy…
But, anywhere is the center of the world.
Black Elk – Oglala Sioux
Life of a Shaman understanding the Medicine Wheel.
“The lonely calling of a Shamans life”
Upon this Earth, there dwells a man,
That heals the soul as no one can.
His method work, and many find, new strength of heart and peace of mind. When the day is spent and done as bodies soak up the dying sun, he then ponders how his life had begun.
This gentle, unassuming man, he has no life apart from this… He feels great joy, though tastes no kiss, no children to dance around his feet, no tender maid his flesh to meet, Just to heal everything and everyone, within his sight, in fair exchange for smiles they give each night.
While sitting in the silence of self one night, his eyes beheld an awesome sight, to fix his gaze within the fire, of Ancient Masters to inquire, his mind remembers words they spoke; they danced with smiling faces within the smoke.
And thus, he knows, with joy divine, that he is of a different kind, A race of beings upon this Earth, A wondrous tribe, of noble birth, who live their lives devoid of self-care, extending hearts to lift despair, removing the rubble from your lives, transforms your sorrow into Joy, and gently wipes away the tears from your eyes.
The folks who wander here and there, feeling lost in great despair; he himself does reach inside, removing splinters and calming turbulent tides, replacing them with calming waves of tranquility.
He wipes clean the stains of life, and cuts your bonds of guilt and strife, then simply turns and walks away from those he helps, without thought about himself.
The lonely Shaman’s calling, living life behind what is not seen, no excuses for who he is, we cannot deny the help he gives. So we must simply be content, to just accept this noble gent and understand that in this world, amongst the stones upon the trail there lives a pearl so radiant, you cannot miss the light he shines, so brightly for us all to find, our way to this lonely path. So let us place our judgments upon the shelf, to freely receive this healing, for ourselves.
There are so many healing ways, natural things I wish to share with you. How can one man reach out and touch the very soul of everyone ? I am doing everything I can.
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