A New Beginning

I have always had what I call a very "plastic" brain; by that I mean a mind that slips easily between paradigms of thinking. I begin to see through the filter of those other ways very quickly without losing my ability to relate to my prior position. I think this natural flexibility of belief this is the true definition of what Shamans call "walking in different worlds" and is what caused me to gravitate towards the study of shamanism in the first place.
I still call myself a Shaman, because I see the term as the closest definition to what I have become, but recently, a series of personal changes (and choices) has left me at a bit of a loss in terms of a defining paradigm. Contrary to what you might think, and indeed contrary to how I would have thought about it before, I'm finding that it's just fine with me! I do not mourn the end of an "identity", I celebrate the integration of my many facets into a more complete and effective Human Being.
I'm still writing stories, with plans to publish them in E-book form in the near future, but you will find other information here too. I believe that those who need to find this information will find it. I hope that something about my own personal journey speaks to you, and helps you to unravel some of the mystery of your own Life.
Thank you for reading!
-Grace
(just a reminder, all material and stories are copyrighted)

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

In the Beginning

"There once was a man who suffered from a pain in his heel and nothing he could do would help. He wrapped it up in yards and yards of bandages, used a big bag full of ice, and applied all manner of creams and lotions but the pain was still there. One day, as a last resort, he visited the home of a wise friend. "Tell me what is wrong", she said. "I have a pain in my heel", replied the man. "I have tried everything to make it go away but nothing has worked." "Let me take a look", said his friend. So the man unwrapped the yards and yards of bandages, removed the ice-pack and wiped off all the ointments and lotions and held up his foot for his friend to see. Suddenly, he felt a yank and a brief, sharp pain. "OW!" he cried, and for a moment he was very, very angry at his friend. But after a short time he realized that his heel no longer hurt. "This is amazing" he said. "I tried everything. I wrapped my heel in yards and yards of bandages, put ice on it and used all kinds of lotions and creams, but nothing ever helped to get rid of the pain. What did you do?" The wise friend shrugged and replied, "I took the tack out of your foot."

This is what Huna is like for me. In an age when we tend to focus on the symptoms, Huna or "Pule me mana" as it is sometimes called, teaches us to find the roots of our patterns and re-program them to bring us a positive and joyful existance.
This journal will be the place where I record my triumphs and challenges, and develop the projects which I hope will bring awareness to others.
I am by no means a master of this philosophy. I have studied Huna for the past 3 years and I have a long road ahead of me.
I hope you will enjoy the journey.
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