Into The Crucible

True witchcraft, (not the dress up and only pay attention to the spirits during sabbats, esbats and when convenient type)  isn’t easy. It alters your vision so you can truly see.

Reality is both glorious and terrible and once you see it, you can never return to innocence. Sometimes it will cause you to laugh in wild abandon and ecstasy. At others, it will have you curling into a foetal position and  crying in anguish.

In addition, witchcraft forces you to step up, become responsible and constantly transform. Refuse, stagnate or backtrack and madness will take you. Not because of some imagined punishment from a tyrannical force but because from your first transformation, your mind and body can never again find peace or contentment in the status quo.

Knowing this, why would anyone step into the crucible? What could possibly be worth such expansion and risk?

There are only two things, both absolutely essential to living happily and amicably in a savaged universe. They are knowledge and power.

With these keys, you can tap into all existence and work alongside it to heal, preserve and create new beautiful realities for all (beginning with you).

It saddens me that so many people treat witchcraft like an escapist game. They’re quick to dress up and act out parts during esbats and sabbats. However, when the rituals are over, they return home and continue on with ordinary, boring lives. Naturally, their costumes and scripts will be pulled out of their closets for the next play.

Witchcraft is not an entertainment to be so lightly treated. It’s a life call that consumes every inch of you.


Now Is The Time For Action

Once I believed the more people that awakened to their gifts the better the world would become. With more workers, Eden and Nirvana could be easily achieved.

To my sadness, my journey has proven this isn’t the case. In today’s world, a greater number are awakening  than when I wore a younger man’s skin but we’ve never been so close to Ragnarok (the end of days). Why?

Because the awakening alone is not enough. The ability to do miraculous deeds is not enough. Regardless of the title you choose (Shaman, Witch, Christian, Buddhist, or all around good guy/gal) your abilities are worth nothing unless they’re being used to make the Universe an exceptional place.

If we insist on using our vast power to serve only ourselves and for living out the disconnected ideals we’ve been handed down (eat, work, amass toys and die) there is no hope.

Life is about loving all and taking decisive actions to ensure the best outcomes for the Universe and all her inhabitants.

Awaken brothers and sisters, especially those that work with spirits, it’s time to step up and not be counted with those that still sleep.

See the sacredness in your gifts and walk away from those that would see them as entertainment or attempt to cling to them for security with no intentions of improving their or anyone else’s lot.

Even now, the horn of Heimdall nears his lips. Let’s give him a reason to return it to its resting spot.



Don’t Just Adapt

When changes come, the typical response is to wail, grieve, complain and finally adapt.

This can be extremely positive or negative depending on what the changes are. Adapting can be your salvation or your soul assassin.

I was numb for a large part of my life because I accepted everything is as it is. In so doing, I crunched my creative power down deep.

In response it filled my belly with fury. Emotionally, I never felt much except a white hot rage.

When I I wasn’t erupting outward and ruining someone else’s life, I was torturing myself. Life was literally a living hell for awhile.

Then I was taught about power and how I could use it to alter the way changes affected me. Before long, as I realised just how much input I have in creating my life, everything turned around.

Life was good for a long while.

Then, and I’m not even sure at what point this occured, I found myself squelching my creativity once more and using my gifts in regimental ways. I think I believed that in so doing I could reach a greater variety of people.

I was wrong. All that  happened was that I appeared generic, something I’ve always abhorred.

Even though I wasn’t happy and I wanted out, I found myself locked in place for time. How do you make the announcement that you’re sort of what you appear yet something altogether different?

Power hemorrhage to the nth degree!

Then the spirits made me painfully aware of the destructive spiral I was re-creating, in ways only spirits can. I baled the banana boat and focused on reclaiming my power.

Today I stand in my own power, a much more free and happy man. I know building and retaining power is a life long pursuit but it’s not difficult if you remain aware and take it one step at a time.







Spiders On The Web Of Wyrd

Although many don’t recognise it, we’re all spiders, spinning our fates between the worlds. Our web designs are complicated and none of the threads will lead us from point A to point B.

Regardless we all ultimately end up at all the same mainline junctures, where our choices then determine the specific destinations we find ourselves in. This makes us both same and unique. No life is identical in the web of Wyrd.

That’s what makes every choice you make at those junctures crucial. Your choices determine whether you’ll get the life of your dreams or some unexpected variation (One’s not necessairly better than the other because sometimes dreams are based upon ignorance). No pressure, right?

So how can you know you’ll make the best decisions when you hit those crucial points? In all honesty, you don’t. You can only make what seems the best choices at the time. That’s why you need to forgive yourself when and if you find you’ve made  horrible mistakes. Make restitution, if you can without further worsening the damage done (that’s only just), then let it go.

You can, however, guarantee that you’ll make a greater number of profitable decisions if you focus on both the short and long term effects they have upon yourself, your community, the spirits and the universe.

If you don’t believe your decisions to have that vast of an impact, I’d urge you to consider the butterfly effect Continue reading “Spiders On The Web Of Wyrd”

Thank You Demon- Sorry Its Been So Long Coming

A few days ago, I had the opportunity to share my tale of what brought me to the magickal path. I relived every second of the experience as I shared about the demon and the portal in my room.

Since the re-telling, my mind has casted me back to that point of time over and over. Until this morning I couldn’t figure out why. The re-telling wasn’t just a chance to communicate my past with another, it was a chance to realise some truths vital to my walk.

The demon I perceived to be tormenting me when it threatened to make my life a living hell was a messiah in disguise, a spirit sent to challenge me to accept my strengths and prepare me to volunteer to step into horrible places I wouldn’t have gone willingly.

It did these things not out of hate but out of a love I was too young and inexperienced to understand. It used my terror and my anger to prepare me for my calling.

Had it not been for my experience with it I’d never:

  • Been aware of portals, other spirits to interact with or the multiverse
  • Had a heart and understanding of why people are capable of great good as well as great evil
  • Learned to travel the multiverse and return to my time and place with helpful remedies for self and others
  • Overcome my fear of death
  • Become a Pastor, Witch or Shaman
  • Known of my gifts (those I share with others as well as those unique to me)

So this year when I walk the labyrinth in celebration for the return of the light, I will also cherish the darkness and thank the demon that made me so uncomfortable that I willingly stepped through my first portal and claimed my power for the first time.

The Day Of Reckoning

Today was the day of reckoning and it didn’t sit well with me. I’d been procrastinating and making excuses to hold the event off but I knew I couldn’t keep it up forever. Finally I bowed my knee to the fact that today was it.

I felt hopeful and anxious all the way to the store, desperate to know but terrified of being disappointed. What brought all these polar thoughts and emotions together? Nothing less than trying on a pair of jeans one waist size less than the ones I’m currently wearing.

During my juice detox I appeared to have lost a fair amount of weight (not my intention or goal when I went on the detox). I chose to wait at least a couple of weeks after adding solid foods back into my diet before finding out if there was any reduction to my waistline. Today marks three weeks.

When I searched the racks I couldn’t find a pair of jeans in my size. Setback, yes, but I had to know. I just had to. I grabbed a pair that was two inches too long and headed for the fitting rooms, dreading what the mirror would reveal.

Adding to my angst was the atmosphere. The fitting rooms were all full save one. I passed a family standing outside an open door, loudly complimenting and praising their child’s choice of clothing. Further I went; finally, occupying a room next to a small lady that appeared as uncomfortable as I with us being  neighbours.

Once in, I bolted the door, took a few deep breaths and mentally prepared for any eventuality. I gave my double in the mirror a good luck thumbs up just prior to dropping my jeans and pulling on the ones with the desired waist size.

I buttoned and zipped them without having to strain. That was a good sign indeed. They felt wonderful. I looked in the mirror to see my reflection grinning from ear to ear. We were both impressed with the look, save the length. That looked clownish.

Just before I let out an almighty whoop, I remembered where I was. Quietly, I put my soon to be retired baggy jeans on and walked out of the fitting rooms glowing.

What an awesome way to start the day!


What You Heard Wasn’t What I Said

Hello Traveller,

I was out with Lyn this morning for a cup of tea. Whilst we were ordering, an acquaintance stopped by to congratulate us on completing our juicing experiment.

After telling us how radiant and thin we appeared, he asked if we had done the whole experiment for the purpose of losing weight. We explained we had not and that we don’t even own a scale. At that, he nodded sagely and said, “You know the weight will all come back don’t you?” He then continued to tell us about some friends of his and their yo yo diets.

Did he not hear that the aims of our 30 days of juicing had nothing to do with weight loss? To top it off, he made the assumption that we hadn’t considered all the risks of protein deficiency, weight variation being one of the least, and accounted for them. In the beginning of the second week, after the initial detoxification, we included high in protein additives such as spirulina, to our drinks.

Once the dieting stories were told, he ended with the sage advice to include protein from the very beginning should we ever choose to go on another juice quest because it would stop our weight from going up and down. AArgh!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the advice and subsequent stories were given with the best of intentions. However, they would have been so unnecessary if he had just listened to our response to his initial question.

We didn’t bother to correct him. Unless they are in the moment, consciously listening, people tend to hear what they believe to be true and respond accordingly. It’s as if they’re in a perpetual state of communicating with themselves rather than with other unique individuals.

As I considered this, my spirit caused my mind to flash and I saw all the times I’d behaved in the exact same manner. It was humbling to say the least.

With so many different ways of perceiving reality and our predisposition to assume that others must see things as we do, is it any wonder the world is in such a state?

Traveller, if we want a better now and an even better tomorrow for the generations that follow, we must committ to being fully in the now. When we listen, we need to see the speaker as the most important person in our lives and truly hear what he or she is trying to communicate. In addition,we must at that moment suspend our own judgements, beliefs, emotions and filters.

If we can do this with thankful hearts, world peace can be the legacy we leave behind.


Splash Down

Hello Traveller,

What was I thinking?

I honestly believed I’d walk out of juicing and take off happily eating my vegan foods in smaller doses. Since it’s all I wanted during 30 days of liquid, Lyn made me a sun dried tomato, olive and spinach spelt wrap.

With mouth watering, I pounced on it. I almost forgot to chew 20 times with the first two mouth fulls. The taste was incredible! Unfortunately, my body rejected ithe meal.

The minute I finished the meal my body felt as exhausted as it used to feel prior to my juicing days. Two hours after that, I found my positive thoughts towards self, others and my business turning truly ugly.

It took me hours to pull our of it. In fact, I didn’t lighten up until after I practiced my Tai Chi.

When I took the time to pendulum the cause, I discovered it was the spelt bread. It appears my new body has a new set of rules. Initially, I felt a little sorry for myself and I began to think of all the things I’ve given up over the years.

Then I had to laugh. Given up? Really? Everything not currently in my diet I willingly chose to release for the betterment of my mind and body. In addition, there has never been a time when I released a certain food or beverage that the gods and goddesses didn’t deliver me one that I enjoyed even more (usually with more benefits for my health).

Today, my body is pulsing with predomitly raw foods and I am soaring again. I am beautiful. Everyone else is beautiful. As for my business? It’s my passion and I love every bit of it, even the challenges and the learning curves.

I apologised to my body and additionally committed to penduluming all foods before I offered them to it.

So, wish me well travelers. My journey has taken an interesting bend and I’ve never been more excited or prepared to flow with it.


I Was The Pigeon

I was a mess when I got out of bed

This morning I got out of bed with heavy lidded eyes and a snarl. Predictably, all my morning tasks went awry and cost me what seemed like hours of extra work. With each act, I became more and more distraught.

I knew I had to get a grip before my emotions peaked; that always ends badly. The trouble was, I couldn’t put my finger on exactly how I felt or what had caused my initial distress.

I sat down at my breakfast bar while the kettle was heating and I thought and thought. Nothing came. In fact, the harder I thought the more elusive the feeling became. It was like pursuing a ghost.

Something had to be done

I knew I didn’t have much time left before meltdown and I felt so helpless. I decided to take one last pace through the conservatory before I greeted the world.

It was then that my eye caught a movement in the tree. I looked out into the dark grey morning and saw a wood pigeon swaying on a branch, chest puffed out due to the chill.

Instantly, my unconscious mind made the connection. I felt like that pigeon swaying on a branch, alone and in an icy environment.

What does that mean? I can’t tell you for sure, partially because I still need time to process it fully and partially because bits of it are only for the symbolic part of my mind and the rational part isn’t capable of comprehending it.

Changing my mental picture changed my mood instantly

Now that I had a picture of what my distraught feeling looked like, I could change it. If feeling as I did was like a pigeon swaying on a branch to me, all I had to do was to imagine that pigeon peacefully pecking at bread on a patch of warm grass surrounded by his flock.

I did just that for five minutes and my mood began to lighten. Later I’ll use hypnosis to put me into a completely relaxed state and rehearse the peaceful pigeon scenario a few times. This will complete the mood change as well as anchor a picture in my unconscious that I can use to stabilise my thoughts should I find myself in a similar distraught place on another occasion.

Misplaced energy

Who needs misplaced energy?

It brings chaos, confusion and distress. Sometimes, when it isn’t returned to its source quick enough, it even brings death.

Who in her right mind would seek these things?

Yet, everything exists and acts for a reason; there are no coincidences. Thus, there must be a reason for energies jumping there tracks and winding up in places they don’t belong.

For years I’ve pondered this.

If you are someone that’s been called to bring balance to the multiverse, your calling is to be perpetually putting out fires, sometimes before they’re even lit.

And once you’ve returned the misplaced energy to its rightful place, there’s no guarantee it won’t go wandering off again if given half a chance. When some realise this, they groan, “What’s the point?”

I must admit, I’ve asked this same question hundreds of times.

These are my current thoughts on this matter.

As humans, we have the constant need to expand at all levels. However, for some reason I don’t understand, no one (at least that I’ve encountered to date) has the motivation to become everything he can. This dichotomy breeds an apathy, that if left alone, will result in the human race standing still and sluggishly watching as the multiverse crumbles around its ears.

Often it takes something abrupt and unpleasant, if not completely painful, to cause people to band together and seek a way to return the balance. Enter misplaced energy.

I’ve come to believe, for now, at this point in our evolution, that misplaced energy is our salvation. It brings both purpose and the necessary motivation to fulfil it.

When I consider all the things that make life beautiful and worth living, I can’t think of one that isn’t the product of returning misplaced energy to its home.

Do you agree or do you have a different perspective of misplaced energy?

Share your thoughts Traveller, that we all may learn and grow.

Copyright Paul Thurman - The Urban Shaman

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