The Tragic Fate of The God of Love and Light 

A Retelling of the life & death of Baldur, the Norse God that is analogous to the figure of Jesus Christ

Baldur was an Aesir prince

Son of Odin, the All-Father.

He was the fairiest in all

Of the heavenly lands

Abd beloved of all of the Gods.

 

Hel, the Goddess of Death

Fell in love with Baldur,

Wanting him

All

To

Herself.

 

But the Lord of Lords,

The All-Father, Odin,

Sensed the Danger

In the Air.

So he went out

Into the world

And made every

Rock, tree,

Mortal and God

Swear an Oath that no harm

Would come to his Son

by their hands.

 

He commanded everything in existence

To swear the Oath

Except the Mistletoe-

Because his wife, Frigg,

Blinded by arrogance

As so many of us are,

Told him that the Herb

Was so small and delicate

A thing,

That what harm

Could it do

To their Son?

 

The wily, sneaky and disloyal god

Loki

Hearing this,

Went down into the Underworld

Clamoring for Hel,

And finding her attentive,

Related the words that he heard

From the mouth of Frigg,

Mother of Baldur.

 

Hel, in a rapture of power

And lust,

Soared up into Asgard,

Land of the Gods,

Holding a Mistletoe

Wrapped around the tip

Of an arrow

In her left hand…

 

And pierced Baldur’s heart with it,

Killing him instantly.

Since then,

Baldur lives in the Underworld

That world of darkness

Where he abides with Hel

And consoles the souls of the dead.

 

Up in the heavens

Frigg weeps,

Forever mourning

The loss of her Son.

My Esoteric Education, How I became and Anthroposophist, and How to Know Higher Worlds 


It’s one of those nights again where I can’t get any sleep. I’ve been thinking about this lately and decided to use this time under the disappointingly clouded night-sky to type it all down. Heeereeee it goes:

I was re-introduced to esoterism at the age of 14. I say reintroduced because I’m sure I’ve studied it before, in my past lives. I was raised Protestant Christian (my mother’s influence on the household) in a Catholic country, with a non-practicing Catholic father. I grew up religious. I read a lot of fantasy books growing up, a lot of epic novels. I played a lot of sports (still do so). I was a normal kid with a happy, healthy life.

The shift came when my first boyfriend lent me a few of his books on Metaphysics.

There was one fundamental idea in those books that changed the way I looked at things, and it was this: There’s another reality beyond the physical reality that we can approach in the form of ideas, and when we engage with these ideas, new neural pathways are formed in the brain, which in turn influences how we behave, which directly affects our reality. In other words, our thoughts create our reality.

He also lent me a book called The Kybalion: Hermetic Philosophy about the seven principles of existence. The Kybalion was authored by the “Three Initiates” (whoever they are), and its seven principles of existence are:

1. Mentalism: The ALL is MIND—The Universe is mental.

2. Correspondence: As above, so below, as below so above.

3. Vibration: Nothing rests, everything moves, everything vibrates.

4. Polarity: Everything is Dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet, all truths are but half-truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled.

5. Rhythm: Everything flows, all things rise and fall.

6. Cause and Effect: Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the Law.

7. Gender: Everything has its masculine and feminine principles, gender manifests on ALL planes.

I started viewing the world through the lens of these seven principles of existence and saw that it was true—these are the laws of reality.

About a year later, a friend invited me to a philosophical organization with strong theosophical inclinations. It was in this school that I was introduced to Madame Blavatsky. I read all of her Isis Unveiled, which is a torrent of information. It was during this time that I also started reading Plato and studying all different kinds of religions.

A guy from this school was studying Blavatsky’s cosmogenesis (the creation of the cosmos) from her Secret Doctrine. While doing so he had come across some research regarding Anthropogenesis (the creation of mankind) from an Austrian philosopher called Rudolf Steiner.

This guy told me that Rudolf Steiner thought that before understanding the creation of the world it was imperative that we understand the creation of man, because the cosmos is so complex that we cannot firmly grasp how it’s built before understanding ourselves first. This, he told me, was only one of the many ideological differences between Theosophy and Anthroposophy, the esoteric movement founded by Rudolf Steiner… another main difference being that Rudolf Steiner believed that man could become an initiate without necessarily having a guru to guide him every step of the way.

I was intrigued, but not enough to start my own research on the subject.

When I turned 17 I dropped out of the organization, mainly because I felt it was infringing on my freedom and because I wasn’t willing to accept their dogma. The guy who had introduced me to Rudolf Steiner also dropped out because of ideological differences. I ended up marrying him 5 years later, actually. His name is Miguel (Michael in Spanish).

Around the time I turned 18, Miguel went on a business trip to Argentina and came back with a present to me: the book An Outline of Occult Science by Rudolf Steiner.

He wasn’t studying Anthroposophy, but he saw this book on his visit to the library and was reminded of what he’d read about Steiner. He knew that Occult Science was one of Steiner’s major works, and that I had been talking a lot about human freedom and about the idea that we don’t necessarily need a guru to become enlightened, that we could find out the truth for ourselves. So Miguel bought it for me thinking I would resonate with the material.

I read it… and it was dense. Even for me, who had read Isis Unveiled. But from the little I understood, I knew something was there. And I continued to be intrigued. Very intrigued. Here was an occultist who was taking an entirely new approach to this kind of knowledge, a western approach. I had studied so much eastern spirituality that this was refreshing. This man was a scientist. He was logical, not mystical.

I read some of Steiner’s other books, including The Fifth Gospel, several times during the course of three years. I also read some of his lectures.

The understanding of Steiner’s Fifth Gospel led to a profound and very emotional return to Christianity for me, which I had abandoned at 14 when I first started studying esotericism and accepted all religions as truth. In a way, Steiner helped me rediscover my faith. But even though I admired him immensely as an occultist and I gave credit to his work for my return to Christianity, I didn’t consider myself an anthroposophist.

Then, quite accidentally, I stumbled upon a book in college that once again changed things for me entirely. I was 21 years old at the time.

I remember the class, Maritime Law. The professor was droning on and on about things that were already in the textbook, so I zoned out and started surfing the Internet with the campus’s free WiFi on my MAC while pretending to take notes.

I went to amazon.com and typed ‘Rudolf Steiner’ in the search box, and started scrolling. I saw a book with a pretty cool drawing, very impressionist in my opinion, and I clicked on it.

How to Know Higher Worlds

Hmm.

I googled the book. There was a free .pdf available. I started reading immediately.

The book stirred a deep vocation in me for the Spirit. This was the path! This is the manual, the guide. Finally I found it, a Path of Initiation into the Mysteries that I could follow and also profoundly understand.

And it was a noble path. The first chapter speaks of cultivating Reverence, or deep admiration for everything that is true and good and beautiful. Deep admiration for those powers and forces who are superior to us and who seek to guide us into the truth. It also speaks of loving your neighbor, of working for the world, of being of service to others.

As I said, I am a kid who grew up on stories like Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter, epic brave fantasy novels. This means I grew up aware of the fight of good versus evil and of the importance of heroic, virtuous acts. For me How To Know Higher Worlds is the path of the JEDI.

If I liked Rudolf Steiner before, this book took it to a whole other level. From that point on, I started downloading, buying, and reading Steiner e-books on my amazon kindle e-reader. I basically read everything on the market.

All of this led me to become an anthroposophist. Not suddenly, but gradually, after prolonged thought and inner questioning about whether this was the philosophy I wanted to follow the rest of my life. And it was. I remember the day I declared it to myself: “I am an anthroposophist”.

I have read HTKHW easily more than 15 times in the span of the last 4 years (I am 25 now). I pick it up and read through it about every four months or so.

The book feels different every time I pick it up. Or I’m in a different mood, or something. Sometimes I read new sections with an expanded comprehension. Other times I unravel things I hadn’t understood, or thought I understood but really didn’t. One time, even, I read over an entire three pages of information that I had totally glazed over before. And good information, too, about the etheric currents surrounding our bodies and hands.

My relationship with this book keeps evolving. I follow the exercises, but not perfectly. There’s a part in the book where Steiner says that what matters isn’t that we’re perfect, but that we always have the intention of striving towards the Spirit and of working on ourselves honestly. That’s what I try to do, every day.

As for the clairvoyance?

Well, there’s another part in the book where it says that if we still don’t understand what we’re seeing, then the less we try to define it to ourselves or explain it to others, the better. That way we don’t form judgments and our mind remains flexible for when we absorb more information in the future, and start seeing the whole picture and are able to understand it all.

Also, the desire for clairvoyance, to want to be clairvoyant just for the sake of seeing stuff in the spiritual worlds, is a selfish desire and the higher powers constantly retreat from it. In other words, the more you want it, the more you’ll be denied it. You have to focus on the exercises because you want to develop yourself and be of service to the world. The clairvoyance is secondary.

As a hypothetical example, let’s say that I possess some form of clairvoyance, however rudimentary or dim. If I admitted it publicly it would serve little more than boasting, and the emotion behind this boasting would be pride. As a result of this pride, the perception would retreat. Perhaps for days, even weeks. That’s just how it works.

If I could condense the entire practical wisdom of this book in 4 exercises, they would be the following:

1. OBSERVATION: Observe yourself and others. Detach yourself from your opinions and study the world as objectively as possible.

2. MEDITATION: Retreat into the spiritual worlds. Make time in your day where you separate the essential from the inessential, the transcendental (Spirit) versus the untrascendental (Form).

3. CONTEMPLATION: Think about your actions, your feelings, and your thoughts. Judge yourself fairly, from a third person perspective. If you can’t judge yourself with honesty, how will you grow?

4. REVERENCE: Devotion to higher forces, concepts, principles, truths. Continuous attention and focus on everything virtuous and worthy of respect.

There are also practical exercises like the observation of plants, stones, animals, sounds, conversations, and human activity to develop clairvoyant faculties, as well as an in-depth explanation of all of the soul qualities necessary to develop the throat and heart chakras so that they start rotating and we can actively participate in greater currents of energy. The Buddha’s eightfold path actually fully develops one of these two chakras, I can’t remember which.

In conclusion, How To Know Higher Worlds is not only my favorite book, but also the one that has had the most impact in my life as a spiritual seeker, and definitely the book that led me to declaring myself an anthroposophist. It is the manual that I hope to continue to use until the moment of my death, and I hope to absorb and interiorize as many truths from it as possible to take with me to my next life.

I’m starting to realize other people don’t necessarily think the same way I do. I know this sounds foolish, but it’s the truth. For example, I’m starting to realize that maybe some people don’t even think about their next lives, or what they want to take over from this life into the next one. For some people the term ‘occultism’ might even cause discomfort. Or pupilhood, or initiates or even mysteries.

Since I spent my entire adolescence familiarizing myself with these terms, and also terms like guru, master and discipleship; terms taken out of the traditional esoteric schools of wisdom that originated in ancient times, these terms don’t cause me any kind of discomfort, but I’m starting to emotionally understand that others might have different approaches to this. So I ask you to please try to understand from my point of view what it was like, just like I will try to understand yours.

In contrast, Steiner’s whole approach to esotericism initially struck me as very ‘laissez-faire’. But it was a difference that I quickly grew to love as I became more aware of what initiation meant on the western path. Just to illustrate –

This was my experience of the concept of initiation with theosophy:

Teacher: The only path of initiation into the mysteries is through a guru, through the path of discipleship. Blavatsky had her gurus, Koot Hoomi and Lord Moria, and we have to work on ourselves and wait patiently for a master to appear and lead the way.

This was my experience of the concept of initiation with anthroposophy:

Steiner: Hey, girl. You’ve been reading through my stuff and I’ve noticed you’re interested in the path of initiation into the mysteries. Want some tools so you can get to know them yourself?

Me: Yeah! Cool!

Steiner: Okay. I’m going to tell you because you deserve it. But you have to use this knowledge for good and not for selfish reasons. And I’m not your master. I won’t ever tell you what to do, that’s up to you. But I am your friend. (introduces How To Know Higher Worlds)

Me: Wow. Thanks, you rock.

And the book slowly started to change things. Which I will not go into now.

As to my status as an ‘occult pupil’, or an active seeker of the Spirit, or an aspirant to the mysteries, or an esoteric scholar, or a JEDI, or you get what I’m saying… as to how I’m doing in THAT field…

I’m one of the kids in the back of the room getting into trouble instead of focusing on the class, which is such a shame because I could be an A+ student but instead I’m just scraping by with C’s. That’s my status. And I’m okay with it, because hey, at least I know the material well enough that I’m not flunking.

My new publishing enterprise…

Stack Of Books

So for a couple of years now I’ve had the idea of starting my own publishing house. Mainly because if I chose to self-publish my own books, I thought that I might as well open my own publishing company and launch my books from that platform. Well, I already self-published my first book, and it did relatively okay for the amount of marketing and promotion and pre-launch planning & execution I put into it. I didn’t do it under my own publishing house, though. Then I sort of let it slide because the demands of life took me in another direction, and that was that.

But I’m back at it again. Now, I have not only one more fiction book that’s ready to be published, but six other non-fiction books that I want to publish as well. And I’m thinking: Life is too short not to make this work for me. Not to get it out in the world. So I’m going for it.

I launched Yggdrasil Publishing House yesterday. To make the house grow, I’m going to focus on publishing my own books and getting them out in the world under that label. Then I’m going to focus on expanding the brand and looking for new authors to work with.

I know it’s a-lot between managing a law firm and taking care of a household and the new baby that is due november, but I want to make this work. I want to publish my books, of which there are many that haven’t yet seen the light of day, and I want to give it a go, or else I know I will regret it.

So check it out! And if you have an enterprise that you’re dreaming to start, I encourage you to go for it, as well. We’re alive and in this world in order to contribute our talents to it… which is what I’m hoping to do with Yggdrasil Publishing and my own written works, as well.

 

An Angel Speaks

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O if you knew how your countenance
is changed, when in the midst
of that pure gaze which can unite you with me
Your hold upon yourself is lost
And you turn away.

Just as a landscape in clear light
May suddenly cloud over, do you close
Yourself against me, and I have to wait
And wait in silence, often long.
And if I were like you a human being
The pain of disdained love would kill me.

But since the Father has given me unending patience
I wait for you unshaken
and expectant, whenever it may be you come.
And even this gentle reproach
Take not as reproach—only as a pure message.

Fast Fiction and the disappointing YA fever

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I’m a bit disillusioned with the literary industry nowadays. It seems like most of the books that are being published are focused on making money and ONLY that. Granted, I know it’s an industry and I know that publishers have to make money in order for the business to work out for them, but writing books is not ONLY an industry, it’s also an art.

Not so long ago in time, writers—the really good ones—spent their days thinking up unique, highly personalized and complex ideas and translating them into beautiful words and story-telling. I’m talking about writers like Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Tolstoy and the like. Literature was something that nurtured your mind as well as your spirit, and a single book could teach you so many things about yourself and the world, and besides this, it could also make you yearn for something—dare I say it?—that was greater than yourself.

But then things changed. And it’s not as simple as saying all literary novels are good and all commercial novels are bad, and that the explosion in the sales of commercial novels ruined literature for everyone. No. Commercial or genre writing does not automatically equate with bad writing. Really good commercial books also have the ability to make the reader connect with higher realities. They introduce the reader to alternate settings where the human condition is tested against extremely stark circumstances. Genres like fantasy, science fiction or dystopia serve to externalize many of the deep, multi-layered and complex nuances, fears, and virtues of the human soul.

Much like literary fiction done well, commercial fiction—when done well—serves to connect the reader with the essence of their own humanity, only that it uses much more inventive, fantastical and elaborate settings and plot (circumstances) than the real world. So no, commercial books did not ruin literature. What is ruining literature is what I like to call… FAST FICTION.

Much like its predecessors—fast food and fast fashion—fast fiction has one objective, and one objective only: To keep the consumer buying, using and consuming at an alarmingly fast rate. Fast food, for example, is the quickest and simplest option for anyone on the run, and as such it could be described as a highly consumable commodity. On the other hand, when it comes to fast fashion, many stores are focused on putting out new clothes every week, and these clothes are not made with the best material, so it forces shoppers to keep buying and discarding new clothes on a monthly basis (instead of doing it like the French women who buy clothes made with really good material that last them years and mixing their look up with bags, shoes and accessories, but I digress).

Like these two industry practices, fast fiction in the same way puts out highly consumable fiction in the form of books that are entertaining although not very deep. Books that can be read once and then discarded or stowed away in a library to gather dust. Books that the reader quickly replaces with the next book that has a shiny cover and a mildly enticing back cover blurb. Much like candy, these books taste good, but are not nutritious for the mind or soul. They can make you feel, but these feelings are hardly transcendent. And because publishers know what sells quickly, many of these books share much of the same tropes.

And really there is no other category that exemplifies this practice as much as YA (young adult). On a personal note, I confess I used to be a reader of YA… when I was a teenager. I even read some YA in my early twenties. And then it got stale. I couldn’t relate to the naïveté of the characters any longer (really I could hardly relate to it when I was a teen). The tropes were just much too repetitive and the stories got increasingly worse in quality as the years went by. Even as a teen I read adult literature (and preferred it), so it wasn’t a big tragedy when I finally decided I wanted to stick with adult.

I understand that adults want to feel normal when reading YA and have started this whole campaign stating that it’s okay to read YA even though you’re well into your late twenties or beyond, but in my point of view this is exactly one of the things that is killing literature. Readers that stick with this age category past their ‘due date’ are giving the signal to publishing houses to keep putting out these superficial and in some cases very badly written stories.

Not all YA is cut from the same cloth, but if we’re being honest, 98% of the YA books that are being published will not stand the test of time. They will fade into the background and the forgotten annals of history. They will not become the next Lord of the Rings, or the next Chronicles of Narnia, or the next Harry Potter (which is an outlier in this category). People will forget about them because there was nothing in the first place that made these books stand out when compared with actual, complex literature, other than the emotional rush they may have afforded readers, which is quickly replaced by the next book that can offer this same rush.

People will forget about the love triangles and the teenage angst. But have people forgotten about books like Anna Karenina or Wuthering Heights? These are works of art that stand the test of time. I dare you to name one YA book published recently that you think will have this same long-lasting effect way into the future. I personally can think of none.

And so YA is now the category that is crowding the whole market (much to this reader’s annoyance) by publishing book after book of fast fiction, with the percentage of books that actually have some form of artistry behind them becoming smaller by the minute. All because Children’s Literature is now put on a pedestal, and, you know, it’s okay to read YA.

The reason for this is that for the majority of readers, Children’s Literature is what they like to read because, mostly, it’s easy. It’s what they can assimilate. But this is hardly nourishment for the mind. Like I mentioned before, fast fiction is candy-literature… but candy is not good for the body, and fast fiction is not good for the mind. And most fast fiction can sadly be found in the YA age category.

In the worst cases, it frustrates me to see adults fawning over Lola liking Jake because Jake is so dreamy. It’s embarrassing for me to see adult women swooning over 16-year old characters, or getting so emotionally invested in some dumb love triangle and in the emotional upheavals and downturns of teenagers. We should be past all that. Or at least, there shouldn’t be so much of it. But this is only one reader’s opinion. You may feel differently about YA, and that’s okay. If you do, I urge you to study the reasons why you like it so much. Give it a good once over.

I yearn for a change in the industry. I want to see the adult category (and all of its genres) growing again. I yearn for more mature content in books, content that—when properly digested—helps the reader grow both personally and intellectually. Content that challenges the reader. The adult category needs some love, too. And publishers will only start paying it more attention when the readers start demanding more quality fiction in this area. And that can only be done by a change in our reading habits, and by breaking the dependency on fast fiction that has swept the industry so forcefully during these past few years.

One must not be crazy.

So there are people out there who talk about us and say, ‘Oh, the anthroposophists are crazy!’ As a matter of fact, what one can least of all afford to be in order to reach anything at all in the spiritual world is to be crazy.

One must not be crazy in the very slightest degree if one hopes to attain something in the spiritual world. Being a tiny bit crazy is a hindrance to attaining anything. This must be avoided. One must not be the slightest bit crotchety or moody.

If you want to make headway in the field of Anthroposophy there is nothing for it but to have an absolutely sane head and an absolutely sane heart. Raving about something is already starting to go crazy, and this way you will achieve nothing.

– Rudolf Steiner, ‘An excercise in Karmic Insight’

Tales of a Shaman in the Making #BookReview 

I’m a sequential reader, which means I try not to start reading a new book until I’m done with the one I am already reading. However, when I finally got around to reading “Tales of a Shaman in the Making” by Katie McLaughlin, I am pleased to say I was hooked and finished it all in one sitting. I know the author personally, so some of the stories and struggles that she so beautifully presents in this book weren’t new to me—but the vulnerability and the openness through which she expresses herself in this book allowed me, as a reader, to enter more deeply into her experiences and to truly understand where she was coming from when all of this happened to her.

Katie is a writer with a clear eye for detail. Like Lakshmi, the Hindu goddess of abundance, she appreciates the finer things in life: The beauty of a landscape, the way people present themselves and even dress, the energy that is radiated from certain spaces, the pleasure of a hot cup of coffee. She acknowledges and is in tune with these finer things. She knows what is beautiful and distinguished and appreciates it without letting it become the center of her attention, which would make her observations superficial. Instead, the beauty that she notices in her surroundings reflect an inner state, a yearning for the spiritual beauty that inspires and molds all forms of natural beauty and the forms of the physical world. I enjoyed the way she described her observation of people’s appearances and the spaces she was in and the effects it had on her. I could also very clearly and vividly imagine all of the natural settings that surrounded her mind’s eye during her shamanic meditations and also her descriptions of the various shamanic rituals.

“Tales of a Shaman in the Making” is essentially the fictionalized autobiographical story of the author’s introduction to the Shamanic Path and the hardships she endured with her first shamanic spiritual teacher. I say fictionalized not because I believe the events depicted are anything less than true, but because names have been altered and some details of the author’s life during that time have been changed in order to move the story along and keep it centered on what it is—the story of her calling to the Shamanic path. This is a perfectly reasonable thing to do when relating a story, and in some cases, such as with this book, it helps depict the underlying truth that the author wishes to convey in a much clearer way. I respect and understand the approach, even though I would have liked to hear more from the author regarding her experiences during this time-frame with the other spiritual practices in her life, such as Yoga for instance, or even her travels across Asia and other parts of the world.

One of the most compelling characters of this novel is the protagonist’s animal spirit guide / totem, which is a mighty wolf. The wolf is reminiscent (to this reader at least) of the Norse God Odin and his unbounded wisdom. One of my favorite scenes of the book was towards the end, during the protagonist’s meditation in the pine-tree forest where she’s confronted by a pack of wolves who all but force her to face her fears and heal herself, like a true Shaman should. And she does. The author is also very wolf-like in her own way, even though it’s subtle. She notices when somebody appears weak, or when someone says the wrong thing, and is in tune with the natural hierarchy present in any group. She also automatically notices who she admires and respects and who she doesn’t, something that not all people are so aware of in themselves, which is a very wolf-like thing. I believe this is one of the reasons that her eventual ‘exile’ from her first shamanic tribe hurt her so much—as a wolf-like spirit, it was like being cast out unfairly from the pack. And a pack, to a wolf, means family.

Without giving too much away (no spoilers), I found the real beauty of this book to be in the climactic scene where the protagonist finally confronts her teacher, the person who had been sending so much harm her way. It was very touching for me to read how she managed to view the flaws of her teacher from the highest point—indeed, from the point of view of the Higher Self—and forgive and understand her. From a spiritual perspective, I consider this a great thing and possibly the most important lesson for the readers of this book. To choose to love, rather than to give in to the reactionary feelings of anger or revenge… what is more, to choose to understand and view the other person in a way that is loving and gracious and respectful of the other person’s being, even though the other person has done nothing but try to harm you, is the wise thing to do and indicative of the author’s personal growth through all of this process. She could have easily succumbed to the dark side and chosen to lower her energy to match that of the person harming her. You know, fight fire with fire. But instead she chose to let go. She chose to see the situation with grace, and to focus on her growth, on her intentions, and on her own personal path and mission. It feels, for all intents and purposes, like she passed a very important test.

Like the author mentions many times during the book, a person’s growth is ongoing. We can be focused on having pristine thoughts and emotions one day and succumb to our shadows the next… it’s all part of the human experience. What is important, however (especially for those people who, like the author of this book, have chosen to make a difference in the world through their energy work) is to continually strive to become a conduit or channel for that which is greater than our physical, human form with all of its defects. In simple terms, to let the light shine through. And I believe this is what the author achieved during this first test on her path, and also one of the thing she is doing with this book.

All in all a very nice read, I recommend it to anyone who is interested in the Shamanic path or spirituality in general. I am certainly looking forward to the author’s future works and hope to read about her experiences teaching others on the path, and many more experiences to come.