You may have read about my encounter with the raven/shaman in GRACK!. Regardless of what anyone may think, that really happened. The thing is, classical empirical reality doesn’t exist. There simply is no such thing. What we have here instead is a kind of general agreement about how things work and what’s possible. That it’s basically a load of bullshit hardly ever enters our minds, most of which we never use, and feel free to draw a connection.
We can do anything. That’s the truth, I know it is.
There was recently a street under construction near a local bank. Traffic was blocked off, there was a big trench running across the road, a huge pile of dirt next to that, heavy equipment moving around, and a dozen or so workers. Things had been that way for a while. A friend of mine had just left the bank in her truck and was on her way to a big trade show in Denver. Thinking to save some time getting out of town, she glanced at the street in question and saw that it was all cleaned up: “I looked down the street, and all I saw was the empty road,” she told me. She drove uneventfully down the block and stopped at the stop sign. All at once she became aware of angry voices outside, so she rolled down her window.
You know what’s coming next, I’ll bet.
Yup: the angry voices were those of the construction workers, calling her every name it the book! What’s more, they were heading for her vehicle, so she turned right and hauled ass, coming to a stop a few blocks away, shaking all over. Apparently she had driven right through the busy work site, though she never saw a thing and didn’t have an accident. But remember: the street was barricaded at both ends, there was a big hole and a pile of dirt in the way, plus heavy equipment moving around, and the workers, obviously. It’s doubtful one could have driven all the way down the street, even with permission. And yet she slipped through quite immaculately. She only saw the normal, unblemished road in front of her, all the way down the block… and so she took it, of course. And she did fine. Makes you wonder just what the construction crew witnessed, doesn’t it?
What strikes me is that both experiences are valid. My friend was on another plane, in a different dimension — whatever you wish to call it — from those around her at that moment. She’s very capable of that, and I don’t mean that as a joke. I mean that she’s studied enough about esoteric disciplines, spirituality, Native American religions, nature, and so on that she wasn’t shutting out, that there was an opening of some kind and she took it.
I don’t have any problem with this at all. I’ve seen and heard plenty that’s just “not possible.” If you pay more attention to the allegedly mundane events unfolding around you every day, you may see things too. Notice “coincidences,” I mean. Synchronicities. For example, I can’t tell you how many times I see a car coming the other direction when I head into town and then meet the same car in the same place on my return trip. It’s uncanny, like we’re both in a dance. This happens all the time.
It’s all fluid. Nothing is immutable or “solid.” This must be where shamans and shape-shifters do their work, in this knowledge. If I weren’t programmed the opposite way, I know I could consciously float above this sofa I’m lying on or walk right through it, just like my friend drove down the barricaded street.
Just like my friend drove down the barricaded street…
Sometimes we’re able to do these impossible things because we’re literally asleep and have our guard down. i had a stunning if outwardly pedestrian out-of-body experience once in a sleazy motel in Fayetteville, Arkansas on a rainy night in the early ’70s. The gist of it was that I was standing outside the motel room door late at night, naked, watching the neon sign flash red and orange. It was sprinkling lightly at that point. The concrete step under my bare feet was damp and cool. Only I knew I was also inside, in the bed, and that I’d locked the door before going to sleep. As I was standing outside naked in the rain, I knew I was also sleeping inside…. We can run this through as many different ways as you want, but I knew at the time that if I went back in (somehow), I’d see myself sleeping there.
So stay loose. Don’t be sure of anything. We may all need to fly down that empty road sometime soon.
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Bi-location. Wonderful. I used to live on a ridge behind Tesuque pueblo. Standing outside the kitchen door one day looking at the mountains, suddenly I felt myself IN the mountains while at the same time aware of looking AT them. Lovely feeling. Are we all shamans, just asleep at the wheel?
I think so, in so many words.
After all, remember the old saw about how we’re only using 10 percent of our brains (or however much it is). From an evolutionary perspective, what are we doing walking around with more brain than we need? I think everything we want is already built-in.
That bi-location thing: happens to me all the time. You can do it inside a room, too. Be sitting in more than one chair, etc. The point is, there’s more here than meets the eye. Literally!