30 September, 2016

Helping to heal a broken foot with sacred tattoos

This past month, I worked with a client who had a broken foot. The circumstances surrounding this bone break were very strange, occurring right after a family funeral. There were difficulties during the healing process, as well as pain issues. The client contacted me to help discover if there was a spiritual/emotional/mental component to her physical injury.

After making her comfortable, I began to sing my songs, and call in the Spirits. I specifically asked for help with physical healing. I've received intermediate training in First Aid and CPR, but I am not a doctor, and my skill set focuses on the mental/emotional and spiritual aspects of healing. I needed help from the Otherworlds, and I got a not-so-subtle nudge to grab my beginner's anatomy workbook* and immediately focus my vision on the area.

Without going into too many personal details, I observed that the break was healing extremely slowly & poorly due to "dead energy" around it. During my training, I learned that hospitals, crisis centers, funeral homes, etc. can be "sinkholes" of dead energy (Souls who have not fully moved on yet, spiritual intrusions taking advantage of cracks in the aura/shielding of the body, and other things). Different Helping Spirits can work with the shaman in removing the influence of this dead energy, such as psychopomps, smoky quartz crystals, black kyanite, and yew wood.

After a very targeted healing around the area, Coyote began to speak about the importance of sacred tattoos; they bring healing into the physical realm and "lock it in," and they can also function as additional protection for the aura/etheric shielding around the body. He became really excited, and wanted me to give the client a tattoo to help her foot remain protected! I laughed, and reminded him that I am not a tattoo artist (or even that great of an artist) and that a tattoo is a very permanent mark on the body... I prodded him for a creative solution, and He focused on the black Sharpie marker on my desk.

With the client's permission, I drew healing designs on her foot, as well as a few Runes to help seal the magic. Algiz for protection, Wujoy for joy, and Jera for natural healing processes.

(c) Healing Coyote, 2016
 We thanked all of the Helping Spirits, and especially Coyote for his creativity! This lesson has inspired me to doodle designs when I'm taking a break between appointments, in case the need arises again. I look forward to more creative solutions when given a historical answer to a healing problem.

Hail and Thank You Spirits!

*It is very important for a healer to know his/her strengths, and especially his/her weaknesses. Many shamans are trained in a variety of methods, both by human teachers and Spirits, and excel in a few. Part of my "continuing education" is to learn more about physical healing and traditional medicine, so that I understand the images and instructions that are shown to me. What are your strengths? Where do you need more education?

20 September, 2016

A bit of Wyrd-ness...

It's weird out there, folks.

The Full Moon was last Friday, and it also was a partial eclipse. Most months, I feel a sort of "psychic-pressure" building until the full moon switches over to waning, and then the pressure starts to drop. I also tend to feel a more immediate pressure drop once an eclipse is over.

(from WikiCommons)
But none of that happened.

In fact, it seems as if the pressure is still holding steady, and that this world and the Otherworlds are "warping over" each other. I have had some strange hikes in the woods, in which no wildlife made a sound for 4 solid hours. I've had lots of mis-communications (although it is Mercury Retrograde for a few more days). Traffic patterns have been off, and it's been harder to feel that "instinct" when driving around familiar places. The sky has felt sort of unreal, and the wind near me has been non-existent. I've had difficult themes appear in many shamanic appointments. And I keep seeing Things out of the corner of my eyes, even when I'm not drumming or journeying.

How can we keep ourselves steady in the middle of this strange miasma? Many of us, whether psychic or not, tend to pull together with loved ones, stay near home, and wait it out. Coyote has been encouraging me to go to ground, too, but waiting isn't really an option when we have to go to work, pick up children, purchase groceries, do laundry, etc.

This Thursday is the Autumnal Equinox. It's a workday for many of us, but also a High Ritual Day for numerous religions. I encourage you to mark the occasion, in some small way, and give offerings. Whether it is lighting incense or pouring a bottle of beer to honor the Ancestors, try and do something to honor the equal moments of light & dark, summer & winter, day & night.

I will be doing the same, and praying for the pressure to release. If you'd like to work together, to help push past some of your own strange feelings and blockages, contact me. We will create a ceremony for your healing, and work with the current energies so that they are not as overwhelming.


We are entering the Dark part of the Year, and closing in quickly on Samhain. It's only going to get weirder (Wyrd-er) folks; let's come together in Community and Healing!

16 September, 2016

Frederick Pagan Pride Day This Saturday!

This Saturday, Sept 17th, is the Frederick Pagan Pride Day celebration.

(from their website)

Frederick is a fantastic town, full of historic culture, and is also home to many great and wonderful Pagans. My favorite tattoo shop, Time Bomb Tattoos, has been instrumental in helping me to create artwork in honor of different deities I work with, and Cricket Manor hosts many of my shamanic ceremonies and classes.

I will be teaching a short class about Coyote, as well as leading a Journey to visit him, right after opening ceremony (around 11am). Looking forward to this event, and meeting/working with many of you. See you there!

10 September, 2016

A visit from Manannan mac Lir, in the flesh!

This past Sunday, I visited Monhegan Island, off the coast of Maine. I had not visited the North Atlantic since my trip to Ireland back in 2003, and I always considered those waters to be Manannan’s domain (as well as the waters surrounding the Isle of Man). Crossing the Gulf towards the dock, I had a full hour on the ferry to prepare offerings, load up my hiking bag, and pack my journal & Runes.

Monhegan Island, (c) Healing Coyote, 2016
It was a gorgeously clear and sunny day, and the waters were both gray and blue, with just the smallest amount of whitewater on top. After docking at the Wharf, I began my trek through the town to Whitehead. In about a mile, I was on the other side of the island, staring down at rocky cliffs that went straight down to the ocean. Numerous types of sea birds, including Sand Pipers, Plovers, Laughing Gulls, and Bonaparte Gulls flew near me. I carefully made my way down some of the rocks to an outcropping that was big enough for my pack and to sit safely.

Monhegan Island, ME (c) 2016 Healing Coyote
I began a Two Powers meditation, and my roots went deep into the rock of the island. The sky turned multi-faceted hues of blue and white, and Manannan mac Lir rode in on a huge wave that stretched nearly a hundred feet. As the giant wave crashed into shore, he hopped off, sat next to me, and we began our conversation.  At the end of our time together, I gave offerings of apple (his sacred fruit) to both the land and the ocean. The birds also partook, so I made sure to cut tiny pieces!

I gathered my things, hopped off the rocks, and began to climb back up to the trail. I had started to feel warm, sitting in the sun, so once I reached the trailhead, I put my pack down and took off my sweatshirt. When I straightened back up, a couple of hikers suddenly appeared on the rocks near me, and sat down. The woman (perhaps wife of the man?) smiled at me, and the husband saw me and said, “Oh hello! Can I tell you a story?”  

Now, I had just completed an intense conversation in my head with a deity, and you better believe I giggled at the synchronicity of the timing. Of course I said, "Yes, I'd love a story!"  As the stranger spoke, I made note of his close-cropped white hair & beard, his tan, weathered skin, and his very animated face. He also wore flannel, sunglasses, and had a thick North Carolinian accent, ha ha! When he finished the story with a joke, I laughed hard, and thanked him for “blessing me with such a fun start to the morning.”  I swear, if I could see his eyes underneath his sunglasses, I’m sure they would’ve twinkled!

I hiked a quarter mile up the trail, and then gave more offerings to the genius loci (Spirits of Place). I also promised Manannana good strong dark beer when I finished my hike, as I was so tickled to have received a visit. Hail Manannan mac Lir, trickster god of the Celtic Lands!

(c) 2016 Healing Coyote