Imaginal Journeys in the Underworld

  Was I punked by a rich, white woman on a shamanic tourist visa? I guess I will never know but, in hindsight, that sure seems like what happened. If you’ve read these entries (you poor thing!), you’ll know that I sometimes encounter the souls of people who aren’t dead. I think that happened this morning. During meditation, I became aware of a curious creature. It appeared to be like one of those dumb ‘drinking bird’ novelty toys from the 1970s. (I thought they were so cool back then!) This ‘novelty toy,’ however, was life-sized and completely black. It looked just like the toy; in other words, it wasn’t a living thing. I’m pretty sure it represented the ego structure of the woman to whom it belonged. This was how her ego appeared (to me, at least) in the in-between realms. The bird toy was a good structure for her ego, it turned out, because after sitting with the silly, life-sized toy for a while, I realized that its function was to give form to her inner self. Looking at it, I b...

  I haven’t ‘traveled’ much lately but did journey this morning and I also remember an experience from about a month ago. In that one, I was in a grand, moonlit ballroom. In the center of the dance floor, there was an enormous porcelain doll that looked like a woman in a ball gown, dancing soundlessly across the floor. It was ghostly and more than a little creepy. Gazing upon it, I realized that there was a soul of a woman inside this doll. As soon as I saw that, I was inside the doll with her.  I realized this soul was different from most of the souls that I encounter because her appearance was pretty distinct and she seemed quite emotionally stable. (She appeared to me as a woman in her thirties with short, brown hair. She also had an air of determination but the determination was a determination to avoid something, not to accomplish something. I was curious why I had been called to her because she didn’t seem like she needed any help. The longer I was in her presence, thoug...