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Yesterday Morning's Thought
A significant portion of my spiritual practice involves shamanism, which means that on a fairly regular basis I have meaningful conversations with beings who most people don't believe exist.
This has been true for quite some time, of course, but it was a particularly intense awareness yesterday. People would ask about my weekend and I wanted to reply, "I have a white cobra coming out of the top of my head."
But even I, who try to be 'out' about my spirituality as often as possible, am not quite willing to say that to most of the people at work. Especially not in the context of what is supposed to be innocuous water cooler chat.
This has been true for quite some time, of course, but it was a particularly intense awareness yesterday. People would ask about my weekend and I wanted to reply, "I have a white cobra coming out of the top of my head."
But even I, who try to be 'out' about my spirituality as often as possible, am not quite willing to say that to most of the people at work. Especially not in the context of what is supposed to be innocuous water cooler chat.
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Yesterday we had an incident with a spider in a co-worker's office. She screamed, someone else smashed the poor thing, and I came in and demanded, "Why didn't you just ask it to leave?!" Then I bit my lip.
The sea of faces that looked at me in astonishment was a little overwhelming. Then someone (the dreaded co-worker, in fact) said, with complete respect, "Oh, yeah, Kath's a shaman." And that was that. :: blink blink ::
I didn't have the heart to correct them (I don't see myself as a shaman) ... and I'll take what acceptance I can from my co-workers. I was surprised that it was the dreaded co-worker who had no issues with the woo-woo thing. They all promised to call me the next time a critter gets in (spiders, mice, the occasional bird).
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Then, right after that, in another part of the office, another dreaded co-worker (I only have the two) saw a charm that I tend to wear more often than not, and asked what it was. It's a charm of a running wolf that I've had for ten years now ... the wolf is one of my protectors, and it's nice to have the symbol for her to remind me of what she is, that she's always around, and what I am.
"A wolf," I replied.
"Why a wolf?" she asked.
"Um." :: sigh :: "It's one of my totem animals ... a guide of sorts."
"Oh, that's cool." And that was it for her.
I think I'll have to stop calling both of them "dreaded". I think I will also have to rethink my ideas of how the larger world sees me. It seems as if they've caught on to who and what I am long before I was willing to say anything about it. Even though I try to just 'be' who I am all the time, it's one thing to 'be' and another thing to wear it on your sleeve.
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I haven't found an easy solution, but I think a_belletrist is right that we need to consider being more open. The question is how to juggle that with the reality of being what our present society's standard of normality judges as nuts. (Maybe a meditation on the image of The World from one of the Rider-Waite derived tarots might help... Dancing in balance within a narrow space.)
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The other front is about spirituality. We've talked about this a little, but I can tell you that I'm learning; in Texas, one does not proclaim spiritual atheism where any of the "saved" can hear.
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