Mythical Kings and Iguanas

This song reflects the regrets of a spiritual seeker who only focuses on the mystical things that are above the cloud and neglects the fact that he/she should cherish every moment to live in the body–the temple.

We all encountered some who are searching for the way to leave their bodies or this earth and never come back because it is too hard to live in this body.

If we do not connect with our body, our instinct, and our feeling in our heart in this body, we also can’t find our way to truly connect with our soul.

Mythical Kings and Iguanas By Dory Previn

I have flown to star-stained heights
On bend and battered wings
In search of mythical kings
Mythical kings

Sure that everything of worth
Is in the sky and not the earth
And I never learned to make my way
Down, down, down where the iguanas play

I have ridden comet tails
In search of magic rings to conjure
Mythical kings
Mythical kings

Singing scraps of angel-song
High is right and low is wrong
And I never taught myself to give
Down, down, down where the iguanas live

Astral walks I try to take
I sit and throw I ching aesthetic bards
And tarot cards are the cords to which I cling
Don’t break my strings

(I wish you would)
Or I will fall
(I wish I could, I wish I could
I wish I could)

Curse the mind that mounts the clouds
In search of mythical kings
And only mystical things
Mystical things

Cry for the soul that will not face
The body as an equal place
And I never learned to touch for real
Or feel the things, iguanas feel
Down, down, down

Where they play
Teach me, teach me
Teach me, teach me

Thank You For Being On My Path

In the past few years, I met many people from all walks of life in my Shamanic practice. I always feel grateful that people are openly sharing their vulnerable moments and stories with me. On the surface, as a Shamanic practitioner, I seem to be the person who is giving the healing and clients are the receiving end. However, I always feel that on the deeper level, it is a mutual relationship when it comes to giving and receiving. I learn so much from these precious interactions with my clients.
I feel I get to reach people’s souls covered by layers of wrapping papers. People are not just what they show on the outside. Underneath there somewhere, there is always a source of strength, wisdom, power, potentiality, and openness. The most sacred thing on this path is to witness the transformation in people. I get to witness people go from powerless to empower, hopeless to hopeful, confused to peaceful and wise, depressed to heartened. I feel this is the most sacred part as a Shamanic practitioner; that is to witness the unlimited inner potential, power, and wisdom in everyone. For this, I give my gratitude.

Fake Introvert

This youtube video reminds me of the time when i first moved here. I always thought i was an extrovert back home, especially when i speak my mother tongue. But when i first moved here, i experienced how it was like to be an introvert because of the language barrier. It was not that i didn’t speak any English. I was just overwhelmed by all this unfamiliar topics, terms, slangs, cultures,social etiquettes…etc. Well, even familiarize with the pronunciation of people’s name was a great challenge. Everything was just so new that it required a new set of brain cells to grow so all the new information can be accomodated in my little brain. It was like i needed a new set of CPU and hard drive to process and store all the new data.

So i have those really awkward moments of silence during conversations with people. It’s not that i want to create the awkwardness, it’s more like my CPU was too slow and the computer is experiencing a really bad lag and unable to grab any useful information to use at the moment. I’m sure everyone has that moment that computer is just not moving anywhere in the middle of the work. And in real life the lag translated into awkward silence. lol.

Because of this, I tended to feel exhausted after social gatherings. I felt i was drained a lot and needed to recoup by being in the secluding mode. It has nothing to do with who i hung out with. My brain was just generally overloaded. hahaha. At that time, i thought i was really an introvert that i never really knew i was. I felt I was no longer my original self. My personality seemed splited in two sides…I was comfortable when I’m with family and friends who speak Chinese and was overloaded when i’m with family and friends who speak English.

Trying to pull myself out of the two personalities and being an observer, i saw how different I could be in different environments.

Now i guess the development of the brain cells is more equal for two different languages and cultures and i integrated both sides of me after so many years. The awkward silence (lagging process timeXD) decreases…it didn’t not disappear 100% but it got much better. haha.

Now i think i’m more like an omnivert (who came up with all these interesting definition?! haha) who is extrovert in a low stimulating environment and introvert in a high stimulating environment. For me, high stimulating environment is the place i am really not familiar with. People speak English or Chinese but I couldn’t really get the context of the content or it is just the place or occassion that i haven’t got used to yet.