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Dismemberment Journey [Jun. 9th, 2011|08:59 am]
The Strong Eye


I come to you, naked, unadorned, calling to be torn asunder. I stand in the dusty savanna, open-armed and waiting.

Slowly he comes, pad-foot, tail high, striped back arching. He prowls and stalks and I am his willing prey. My throat is open to him, my flesh ready. A paw lashes out, razor-tipped, rending me deeply. I fall. Then he is upon me with tooth and claw, tipping, tearing. Finally, belly distended, he has eaten his fill of me, and surrenders to the waving grasses.

Feeling safe, the vultures descend and continue the tiger's work. Slowly I am deconstructed, bite by bite, broken down into my component parts. Bodies mantle and flap as choice bits are fought over, and I am further reduced. Enter the insects, flies and worms to take their share, and I am in their bellies. My bones bleach in the hot sun and are scoured by the blowing sands. My essence is scattered and absorbed by earth and water. I sink into grass and tree roots and drift into the pollen-laden stamens of flowers; I fall onto the river and am taken in by fish. Falling through the glassy stillness, I am stirred into mud and ingested by mollusks, and then by the otters that eat them. I merge with the sleek young water diver and feel the pulse of the river and slide down the muddy banks. At twilight, I enter the warm depths of the den to dry by my body heat and slip into dreams.

And there, out in the nighttime sky where I am lost in the firmament, encapsulated in joy at such freedom. The stars burn around me, illuminating the silver strand that connects me to Home. I follow that gleaming cord back to my body, back to the earth, slipping inside pores and breath. Reentry is smooth, and I feel clear, clean, and calm. I have once more come clear of the unneeded pieces of daily debris and nodes of negativity. Grateful am I for the dismemberment. Grateful am I.

[User Picture]From: moonvoice
2011-06-09 04:29 pm (UTC)
Just a note; shamanic dismemberments aren't always physically painless - while this might be true of your experience, or others around you anecdotally, it's not true of all people, or all shamanic cultures.
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[User Picture]From: lyght
2011-06-09 09:06 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: wolfmare
2011-06-09 10:11 pm (UTC)
The interesting thing is... physical and emotional pain aren't anything that would put me off completely. I think the main fear I have is the loss of control, having to relax enough to accept what would happen, but that is a personal weakness that I have to face down for myself anyway.
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[User Picture]From: moonvoice
2011-06-09 11:50 pm (UTC)
As someone who has experience physical pain in some shamanic experiences, I would say it's good that it doesn't put you off. As for the loss of control; it will happen, and it can be horrifying. But generally worth it. It's tough, but it's supposed to be, imho. That's why they're often considered initiatory rites for many. :)
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