Halloween Story

Yew trees and shrubs grow into wondrous shamanic journey venues.

Its way of growing expresses separating and linking at once. Its longevity connects past, present and future flows and patterns of universal and local life-energy.

As I and my circle continued our trek through the next level of the Halloween shamanic dreaming and imagining forest, a larger, older Yew appeared and I lay down underneath it, while I was already lying within my neighborhood Yew shrub's smaller opening outside. The local woodsy place merged with the inner, invisible realms that root and shoot each new day and night of being and living.

The Yew shape-shifted into the constellation Cassiopeia and hovered just above me, at tree (and shrub) level.

Wow...

Four vibrantly dazzlingly, luridly salmon-hued Flamingos had begun dancing around the ordinary bush and the otherworldly tree I was imagining and dreaming under, vigorously splashing deep fountain waters (that had mysteriously appeared) into high waves and zinging spray, and slinging out great gobs of sand and mud from the very bottom of this weird well. Their impossible color began flashing into a full-circle, complete-spectrum rainbow field!

Gale-force winds gusted and whirled around me, then transformed into howling tongues of fire that began to incinerate and disintegrate me.

I was being drawn into a vortex, yet all the way along I felt knife-jabs from my head to toes.

My shaman's circle of helpers, teachers and guides had transmuted into a protective rainbow robe that continuously attuned my body, heart and mind to the purifying, energizing, tempering the rushing air-waves and fire-rays were accomplishing relentlessly, and healed the stabs that kept coming, reconstituting me as rapidly as I fell apart, as a vast, measureless sack of uncountable spiritual gifts continued to be thrust into every part of me under the forms of crystals, flowers and sweets of many configurations, properties, colors, aromas and flavors.

All the while, this frightful, thrilling befalling continued to raise me into the intergalactic sky over my block.

Suddenly and finally, a message blazed and boomed from Cassiopeia's giant "W" image:

"Everything you seek on this excursion is within reach...

Within every ordinary, non-ordinary and extraordinary
facet, angle, object, process, symbol, sign, song, dance and story
...that is, has been, or will be...
...in, of and about...

Cassiopeia

And, every grandest to tiniest bit of this reunion has, hereby, been activated inside you..

But do attend, always, to Cassiopeia!"