The scratchy, narrow futon beneath me and the whistling wind outside my garden apartment both kept me alert and awake. The lime green walls in the living room also had a role in this; a leftover and somewhat garish choice from the previous renter…but it was still not a high priority for me to remedy this. It was late at night, an ideal time to begin practicing travelling through non-ordinary reality. Recently, in my Shamanic training we had been focusing on connecting to our guides. The...

We all have gifts for each other. Skeeter came into our life about two months ago. I saw him and knew that he was meant to join our pack. This came as a strong intuitive sense accompanied by the message, “he will bring you (myself, my husband and our other dog Gibbs) closer together.” My shaman dog Loki had transitioned a little over nine months ago. He was a soulmate and had been on this journey with me for over fifteen years. Several times recently my husband had mentioned getting another...

Soon after I had finished my training in Shamanism; I was contacted urgently by Zania. She was one of the volunteers who had received healing work from me several times throughout my training. Her voice was strained and conjured the third eye image of rusty, snapped violin strings. She asked if I could facilitate a shamanic healing session for her, “it has to be at my home, I can’t leave and I don’t know who else would understand this, it’s an emergency.” In under an hour I was marching in...