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THAT AGING THING.

I am in Week 5 of an Essay Writing tutorial. This week the issue was to look back on our history – so here is a far out view……

On my return to Canada after this brutal summer I met White Eagle Woman at an elders gathering. It was her air of quiet authority that immediately struck me. She looked into me deeply and saw that I needed help. She had been instructed by her ancestors to train me and it began straight away with an eight day vision quest, a prelude to a thirty year period of training and healing under her guidance. She directed the shamanic process of my healing from childhood sexual abuse. This allowed the mosaic of the past to reveal itself. She clearly identified Trailing Sky Six Feathers for me and taught me how to create a medicine wheel in my mind as the location where I could dialog with her.

After the Vision Quest I built the medicine wheel in my mind that White Eagle Woman had so carefully taught me. I spoke to Training Sky Six Feathers about the sea journey, as I had questions to clear up.

“Trailing Sky, was it you that brought my boat safely home?” I already knew the answer. She had been there every time my life was at risk.

“You were there on all the other voyages – were you not Trailing Sky?” I said softly to her, just affirming her life guardian presence.

She responded after a long pause. “I had to keep you alive, your son too, for he receives the Torch after your passing.”

Flashing through my mind were all the moments when death had faced me in this lifetime. I then realized that she was there every moment my life was at risk and brought me through to safety – time after time. I took our dialog to another level,

“When I die, will you be there?”

Her voice was very soft and precise. “When you die, I will be the last portion of your consciousness to dissolve. Before that moment of dissolution I will guide both of us as one integrated mind into the next adventure.”

Trailing Sky Six Feathers is not an illusion, nor a projection that I am attached to. She is the ultimate Muse, constituting all that is crystal clear within me.  Just before midnight she quietly said to me,

“You have transformed all that you brought in with you and suffered from in this life. The person who stumbled blindly through the first part of your life is not the Ian walking through the second part of life. In India, Arizona, France, the Canadian wilderness and around the world you went to extraordinary lengths to deal with karma. You changed course and now have freedom and alignment. There were so many severe experiences, but you responded by moving in a spiritual direction. You touched universal threads that allowed me to keep my promise from 1777.”

I could feel her smile expand along with my own. In the dark I placed my two hands together with great reverence and offered a deep bow of gratitude to Trailing Sky Six Feathers.

Namaste..

 

I HAD A DREAM.

I had flown into the small airport of Castlegar in the Kootenay Mountains of British Columbia for my son’s wedding in the summer of 2009. The short hop over the Rockies in a Dash 8 aircraft from Calgary was spectacular – especially the flight into Castlegar airport. The wingtips seemed to touch the valley mountains, as the aircraft swerved sharply into the river fringed village of Castlegar. My son, his bride to be – Nancy – and my grandson Callun were there to pick me up and deliver me to where I was staying that night in nearby Nelson. The wedding ceremony was the next day in the Tibetan Buddhist Gompa. I was expected to wear my Buddhist duds as I was there not only as a Dad but also apparently as a Zen teacher!

That evening in Nelson I had an unforgettable dream, vivid in every detail. I dreamt I was in a river running kayak, sitting quietly in a pool outside the swift eddies that raced to the edge of a waterfall that was huge, sheer, with a vertical drop of 1,000 feet. The kayak was bright yellow. The short stubby craft was an extension of my body. My wetsuit was black and I wore a red lifejacket tightly fastened. My helmet was also red. The shaft of the paddle was black and the twin blades a dancing red. I looked around at the high mountains and forest. I noted the mist rising from the swift flowing river before pushing out into the racing eddies straight to the edge of the waterfall. As I went over the edge I raised the paddle high over my head and leaned back into the kayak. I did nothing to steer or guide the kayak. The descent seemed forever though timeless. Yet in a moment my craft had submerged into the river below and then I was bobbing on the surface paddling downstream.

My first thought in the dream as I manoeuvred close to the river’s edge was “That was a really bad run. I didn’t do anything.” Then moments later in the dream I stopped my thinking, realizing that it was the perfect run, precisely because I did not do anything. My lack of insight was that I missed the surrender to the fierce current of the waterfall, to the awesome power of the stream of consciousness. I had to share this dream with Iain and Nancy next morning, so they could perhaps see for themselves the surrender to the other necessary for their marriage to work well. They received it and understood. Their dharma and mountain friends enjoyed an incredible wedding in the Tibetan Gompa. Although there was a mountain of alcohol at the reception and dance afterwards, hardly anyone drank, as the “high” was the quality of celebration and surrender in the wedding ceremony.

I have thought about this dream a great deal and the reflections are revealing. The creation of my 2008 book – Failsafe: Saving the Earth from Ourselves – was part of this surrender though I did not realize it at the time. It was written from an unusual place and was also the midpoint for two trilogies of books. Several years ago at the beginning of spring after a severe winter in Canada, I participated in a sweat lodge ceremony with respected elders from the Ojibway, Dene and Mohawk First Nations. We made deeply personal and collective commitments to serve the Earth. At the end of the final round of the ceremony we emerged into the pristine beauty of a late snowfall under a clear star studded sky. There had been a two-inch snowfall during the ceremony. As we walked barefoot to where we were camping I turned round and saw our footprints in the snow. It seemed as though these were the first footprints on the new Earth. I gestured to my companions to stop and look. They silently shared the same insight with soft smiles. In that instant the stillness and silence renewed our commitments to serve the Earth with all our hearts and minds. Failsafe was born from that moment at the end of winter in 2006.

It was published in October 2008.  I was giving a talk about this experience to an audience in Vancouver and suddenly found myself talking about two previous books I had written and the next three books. Failsafe was the midpoint. These books had all been writing me, although I was not aware of it. Each book had issued forth from the experience of profound silence. There was a life work inside that was writing me!  It took me twelve years to wake up to this. The first book – Anthropology at The Edge was published in 1997, followed by The Essential Spiral in 2002 and Failsafe in 2008. These books talk to you from the seasons of my life.  My insights, disasters and occasional breakthroughs are its basis.

The second trilogy begins with Redemption. It was a lost manuscript, first written in 1975. I rediscovered this heartfelt book in 2011. The narrative was vivified with hindsight from my writer’s eye forty years later. The story is an allegory for life difficulties I experienced at that time. I was a real mess, yet despite my desperate state of mind this novel about Awakening emerged. Laced with grim humor, the novel has nature’s harsh and beautiful rhapsody as the background for tragic human failings Redemption is set in The Hebrides, islands off the northwest coast of Scotland, with startling cycles of maturing and downfall of the epic character, Callum Mor. He was a gifted child, master mariner and derelict drunk, who eventually gains wisdom from a hard life’s journey. Redemption reads like an extended prose poem reflecting the primal forces of nature and of human nature. Its starkly gorgeous and remote island setting creates and reinforces the central themes of struggle, family, community and wonder at the beauty of the world. Redemption alludes to more than what is openly stated. Every scene provides a striking visual clarity that mystically slips into the realm of timeless storytelling. All of this provokes the tapestry for deeper, more subtle messages of compassion and faith to carefully unfold.

Book Two of the trilogy, Trailing Sky Six Feathers, is a Hero’s Journey as if Indiana Jones meets the Buddha with a dash of Celestine Prophecy. Shamanic healing of childhood sexual abuse, guru training and near death experience in an Indian ashram has this author stumbling through the first part of life, then standing strong in his own sovereignty in the latter part. Past life memories collide head on with the present.

With a voice steeped in authentic experience, I navigate past and present lives over four centuries; from brutal raids on Indian settlements in 18th century Arizona, insane sea voyages off the Scottish Hebrides in the 20th century, to a decisive life moment of surrender to the Muse in the 21st century. These screenplay-worthy epic tales weave seamlessly to create inspiration for a wide range of fellow spiritual seekers. The genre is legend mixed with autobiography.

In New Planet, New World, I bring the 18th century to collide with the 21st century. Time, culture, space and consciousness are fused across centuries to create the final book of the trilogy.  New Planet, New World provides a counterpoint to the demise of modern civilization. I chart a Beginning Anew for humanity, a communal Hero’s Journey to reconstruct society based on ecology, caring and sharing, as power elites ignore their complicity in the destruction of life on Planet Earth. This adventure is not without risk or cost. The clash of centuries opens Chapter One with a lyrical and dangerous meeting on a distant planet later this century. The protagonists are from different centuries and cultures. The dark episodes and lyrical passages move the story along with action, fear, resolution, death, execution, rape, bravery and exile in a futuristic opportunity for humanity. This action packed book of intertwining plotlines arc into the epiphany of the final chapter (Thirteen), which muses about human survival anywhere. This end game is a philosophy for the future. The reader now begins to anticipate and harken to the rip tides of this futuristic novel

            This brings me back to the dream and wedding in Castlegar. If your mindfulness and discernment have done their job, they have brought you to the point of trust and surrender to the realities that have been there throughout your journey. It does require, however, surrender to the awesome power of your consciousness.

YouTube video with Jennifer Jane Clark about the dream I had that lead me to my destiny.

 

BOOKS:

http://ianprattis.com/OurWorldIsBurning.html

http://ianprattis.com/NewPlanet.html

http://www.ianprattis.com/TrailingSky.html

http://www.ianprattis.com/Redemption.html

http://www.failsafebook.ca/

http://ianprattis.com/EssentialSpiral.html

http://ianprattis.com/DharmaAlive.html

http://ianprattis.com/PortalsPassages.html

 

 

 

                                                                      

 

Reflexive Voice.

I am doing a six week tutorial on Essay Writing. Had a struggle with the Reflexive Voice – but it came out OK. Here is a glimpse – ready to become a personal essay.

SACRED STALKER – REFLECTIVE VOICE

I went over in my mind this dangerous day on the sea. My reflections were savage, yielding ugly truths I had long buried. I thought of the line of whiskies on the bar, a celebration of returning from the furious sea in one piece. The truth was that there was nothing to celebrate. A rebuke was needed for my recklessness in endangering the lives of others, including my first born son. I thought of the furious sea as a piercing dirty grey, the color of dying – waiting for me. I saw clearly that I was not in the right place internally and did not belong here. I had obscured this true confession to myself with blind recklessness. The shrouds fell away and for an instant I could see just what I had allowed myself to become. I was no heroic captain at the wheel, just stupid, reckless and displaced. I had to put an end to my madness on the sea. This was not my domain in life. This beautiful island in the Hebrides was not where I was to be. The stressful drain on time and energy to travel back and forth between Canada and the Isle of Barra was debilitating. It left me with zero life-force energy for the work I was destined to touch. I was merely surviving ‘midst the suffering of being totally misplaced. So down I went into the graceless oblivion that alcohol and depression permits.

 

Reflections on Awakening: Spiritual Relationship with Self and Mother Earth

In May 2012 I started to blog at the insistence of good friends. As I was, and still am, a bit of a techno-peasant, they very kindly showed me how to set up an account and use it. Many comments on improving the look of the blog were forthcoming and welcomed.
I blogged about my books, poetry and adventures in far off places such as India, where I received guru training.

Ian in India

I also blogged about the teachings offered to the Pine Gate Mindfulness Community http://www.ianprattis.com/PineGate/index.html and made commentaries on current issues. Oil Spills, Nelson Mandela, Dead Children, Climate Change, the senseless response to it by governments and industry, Writers Retreats, New Economic Paradigms, Friends for Peace, Vesak Day unity, Community Activism, the online journal I edit, Movie Reviews, Meditations, Cyberbullying and so on.

I really enjoyed placing excerpts from my books into posts and realized of late that the blog is also a good platform to announce events, talks and meetings. It took me a while to cotton on to that. It has been a great adventure so far. I have plans for future posts about the Collapse of the Industrial Growth Society and What Can We Do About It. This will be a take on my last two books which rest on Awakening and consciousness through centuries of maturing. Also on how my organic garden is growing and has become an epi-center for cultivating neighborhood solidarity. The beautiful fountain is a major draw to the back garden.
Stay tuned and thank you all for joining me in this great adventure.

Fountain in Garden