Originally Posted by 13redfan
How about, for a start, how your father lost a piece of his soul? Where did it go? Who took it? Why only a piece and not all of it? What did this piece of his soul look like? Where did you find it? How did you get it back? How did he know it was gone? What was it like when he had a piece missing, and could he tell the difference when he got that piece back? Did he know his future son had come back in time to get the piece of soul?
If you hadn't been able to retrieve the piece of his soul, what would have happened? How did you learn that your father had lost a piece of soul all that time ago, considering that he would have had a fully present soul at the time (when he was a child, his unborn son came back from the future and fetched his soul, so now as an adult his soul is there)? Did he tell you?
Thanks for asking. These are all great questions. Sorry it took me a couple days to realize you'd asked them. Let me start to answer with a story:
A few years ago, I was on vacation with my family down in Florida. We were sitting on the beach, soaking up the sun. I was lying there on my beach towel, listening to the susuratation of the waves surging back and forth against the shore, the sound of the gulls crying just above our heads, the wind whishing through the scrub plants on the dunes behind us, and my six year-old daughter going, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" over and over again.
Now, don't get me wrong; I love my daughter immensely. But at that moment, all I wanted was to relax and let the sounds, smells, and feelings of warm sun and wind brush my skin. I did NOT want to play with sand castles, frisbees, or beach balls. Selfish I know, but even a parent has to be a little selfish every once in a while.
So, there I was, trying to figure out a way to keep my daughter entertained enough that I could get just a few more minutes to myself before I had to jump back into the role of Daddy again.
And it hit me: I picked up a plastic mesh bag that had contained some sandcastle molds we had gotten on our way to the beach. I handed her the bag and told her, "Here honey... go fill this up with sand and bring it back. We'll build a sand castle with the sand you bring back."
My daughter grabbed the bag and ran off, excited to gather the sand. Thinking how clever I was to have engaged her in a task that was almost impossible - (I mean, how was anyone going to carry sand in mesh bag??) - I settled down for what I figured was at least another ten minutes of relaxation before she got too frustrated and I'd have to go be dad again.
Imagine my surprise then, when my daughter, who couldn't have weighed more than 60 pounds herself, comes back in less than three or four minutes and drops what must have been 20 pounds sand in a mesh bag on my chest.
She had gone to surf where the sand was wet, packed the wet sand into the mesh bag, tamped it together, and lifted it in her arms to carry back to me by the dunes. The water in the sand had increased the cohesional coefficient of the sand to the point where it could be contained by the mesh.
The soul is just like that.
It is a form of energy that permeates our physical existance like water in a sponge. And like sand in a mesh bag, or water in a sponge, it leaks out bit by bit all the time. That's called "aging". Sometimes we lose larger portions of our souls and that manifests as illness. Then, sometimes, we lose big chunks of our souls through trauma - either physical or emotional. Those are called "emotional scars" or "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder" and manifest in a thousand different ways. A small soul loss early in life may not be traumatic in and of itself, and may not be the result of any huge tragedy, but it can cause a person to behave in a way that is self-destructive over time.
What a Shaman does in soul retrieval, is to go to the point where that part of the soul was lost and help it return to the physical being; like packing sand back into a bag and adding a little water to help it stay there.
In the case of my father and friend, I went, with the aid of my Guides and Benefactor, to the point in their lives where there was a trauma that separated part of their soul. I brought that part of the soul back and reintegrated it with their physical being - again, like "repacking" their bag of sand.
I knew - and they knew - it was successful because they felt and knew that part of their spirit had returned and the illnesses and emotional problems and the bad behaviors they had been suffering from since they lost that part of their soul were no longer issues for them. They were healed.
To Sandform:
Ingesting certain sacred herbs and plants to gain their Medicine as Allies is certainly one way some Shamans perform their role. Not all Shamans do this, not all need to. But it is, when done with honor, respect, integrity and intent, a very effective means of working in the spirit realm.
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