Returning to our process under the bower, we start sharing the stories of our encounters in non-ordinary reality. Quickly, we realize that we are truly setting out on an unknown journey – our ceremony will be peopled by mythic beings. I hesitate to use that word, peopled…it’s just sooooo two-legged, meaning human in this instance.
Maybe inhabited would be better.
Most trance dances of this kind are populated. . .mmmm…according to the dictionary, populated usually references humans and sometimes data.
Our mythic beings are neither …
In most ceremonies of this kind, humans experience the world from the perspective of another familiar life form – be it salmon, river, ant, kangaroo or meadow. This time we are not encountering an ordinary extra-ordinary other. Instead of meeting a bear, there is a bear butterfly which morphs into a rainbow bird.
Not an ordinary crow but a hawk/eagle/raven/condor who quickly morphs into a bird of prey, a bird of pray, a bird of play. Play, prey, pray becomes caw, caw, caw, caw, caw. But when the costume is finished, this being is all of that AND an uncommon warrior.
S first sees a gossamer dragon fish, but becomes a dancing deer. She’s startled when a day later someone notices she’s wearing a tee shirt which carries the image of the dancing deer shaman from LascauxCave. All along she’s related to that mythical creature without being aware of it.
Then there’s the sun. Three of us bring back the sun in different forms:
D as a yellow/golden/orange/red shimmering light filled dragon bird being who champions our freedom.
C as a sun with both light and dark aspects. Two of us know the Japanese myth about the Sun Goddess Amaterasu and recognize that C has brought its themes through to us without conscious knowledge. That connection with ancient lore gives greater significance to the storylines that come through us a day later. Indigo and yellow/orange dominate.
V as solar dieties from many traditions, including Egyptian, Tibetan and South American. She carries the energy of Amun-Ra, considered both light and dark, masculine and feminine, revealed divinity and champion of the poor. This sun speaks for the voiceless.
I’ve already mentioned in the prior post that I am to dance for the drum, for the ecosystem, but as I work on my mask, I become the entire planet.
I hope the images give you an idea of the creativity that comes forth as we develop our expanded sense of self. Generosity of spirit abounds. Materials are shared, we help each other, mistakes become new directions, questions are asked and answers pour forth in myriad ways. We collaborate in the kitchen and bring each other snacks in perfect timing with growling bellies.
Sometimes the other beings around us join the gaialogue and give an exclamation point to something that’s been said. An unseen hawk keening at the precise moment of a human’s insight is always a good marker of significance! A horse whinnying, the wind picking up for just a few seconds, a bee buzzing past one’s ear, a leaf falling in your lap at the precise moment you were talking about letting go…we notice all that and choose to give it import.
If you haven’t recently experienced the responsiveness of the world around us, you may have forgotten what good medicine it is for our urban loneliness.
The living myth emerges next time.