I lay down to sleep and immediately felt myself in a dense Rain forest running through the leaves and thicket scratching and cutting my skin. A Shaman told me all is ok. It is a healing ritual. As I awoke from not yet sleep, I am free from the forests marks and I wonder, which is real.
Now that this is written, will the shaman let me back in, as it appears I may not keep the secrets of the forest, the secrets of the Shaman.
After writing thisI went back to bed, hoping to find the forest and the shaman again. I was immediately lucky.
I had broken through the rain forest into a clearing I had learned to go to with meditation driven to by a councilor while I was at Camelback hospital, a voluntary mental hospital.
Except my view had changed. I was on top of a ring of stone looking down at this beautiful place and sat there with what seemed like a thousand Shaman
I felt like I could not accept the wisdom of the Shaman and tried to drive my thoughts. Finally I let go. I was recapitulating my life, but not in my usual way. There was no judgement. The images were many thoughout my life, but only important to me. Finally I fell asleep
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