Java and the Sacred Spiral
I took Faerie for the first time: finally folding under the peer pressure of my Shaman friend, Joseph, who had already tried it the week before with his own Spiritual Advisor. First, we Prayed and smoked the Peace Pipe in our usual manner. Then Joe added the green crystals to a hot cup of coffee for each us. The Faerie added a slight sweetness which reminded me of stevia.
Just after finishing the last sip of the cup o’ joe, both of us began to take the Spirit Walk. I immediately left my body sitting cross legged by the campfire, rose up toward the crescent moon and saw the forest recede away from me.
Just then I saw a bright chariot approach me on a Rainbow Bridge pulled by giant cats: pumas, tigers, panthers, cougars, jaguars and lionesses. At the reigns of the chariot was an unimaginably beautiful Woman with a hunting horn around her neck and a spear in her right hand. At once I recognized her as Freyja the Norse goddess of Fertility and Passion. I raised both hands as a sign of submission then Freyja spoke: “Welcome, Java, I have been hunting you in your Dreams of late, but only now with Faerie do let me in?”
I nodded for speech eluded me at the moment.
“Now you know exactly what your next step can be?”
I nodded again: mute.
“Very well, young Java. Remember you are just a Dream away from me. You can call on me at any time and I will assist you. Now, go with Courage in the Risk you must now take.”
I then lowered my head and knelt down Humbly to pray with Grace.
Then her voice became the Cry of a Hawk: “Rise, Spiritual Warrior! Go Boldly into the Void!”
Immediately I returned to my corporeal body sitting beside the campfire. Joseph had obviously not yet returned from his own Vision Quest and appeared in a State of Bliss. Just then I noticed a third man had joined us around the fire. He was softly drumming a heartbeat rhythm on a simple djembe drum. I noticed he had a patch over his right eye and a threadbare old, floppy grey hat which matched his timeworn grey cloak. At that moment I felt that my right hand had a tambourine that was keeping time with the steady heartbeat of the djembe by the Stranger. Soon the Stranger began to sing in an alien tongue which sounded like “Hey, yo, you. Yeah, yo.”
The Drummer stopped suddenly and asked: “Who are you, my Friend?”
“My friends call me Java.”
“Exactly. I am a Java Shaman by Nature and by Trade. Who are you?”
“My friends call me Wodin.” He replied.
“Like the Norse Sky God?”
“That’s funny because I just got done talking to your wife, Freyja.”
“Funny ‘Ha, ha’ or funny ‘What’?”
“Funny ‘What’ I guess.”
“Yeah. She and I have been on the rocks, lately. We had quite the row a few days ago.”
“Well, anyway, it’s really none of my business.”
“On the contrary. You are who we were fighting about.”
“Really!?!” I exclaimed.
“I’m more hands on. She prefers subtlety.” He began to drum the heartbeat softly again, so I began to see him as the god or angel that he truly was.At that moment two Ravens landed on the ground just at the edge of the light of the campfire. Joe still had that faraway look in his eyes: oblivious.
The first Raven spoke to his Master: “We must be gone from this place. The Enemy approaches! Caw! Caw!”
The second Raven joined in: “Caw! Caw!” And then whispered into Joe’s ear. Instantly Joe came out of his Revelry:
“We must go. Now!” Wodin yelled.
Joe looked at me with a “‘who’s this’ expression on his face. I just shrugged my shoulders with an ‘I’ll explain later’ look in my eyes.
In the distance I heard the sound of horses approaching and was filled with Fear.
“Worry not, my new found Friends. That is the sound of our Salvation.” Wodin explained. Three horses appeared at the edge of the clearing and I noticed that one of them had eight legs: Sleipnir, Wodin’s horse. The other two were a palomino and a red roan. “Quickly, my Friends, we must away: Swiftly!”
“I have never ridden bare back, Wodin!”
“Worry not. Hang on to their mane. They know to follow me. Away!”
We galloped away from the campfire and down a dark and narrow trail. Branches whipped at my face and my hat was knocked off my head. No one had been down this trail for a long time. The thought came to me that I could still be sitting by the campfire following Wodin on another Vision Quest. But the sting of the branches on my face and the rippling of the horse’s muscles between my legs assured me that I was in the Here and Now: following a god toward an Unknown Destination.
The Moon appeared above the trees in all its fullness and beauty so that the Trail clearly before us for the first time: Wide and straight up the ridge line of a rocky mountain. I leaned forward on the horse to make the climb easier for both me and my horse. Without warning Wodin’s great steed leapt off the top of the mountain in to thin air and began to hurtle through the bright night. Our horses followed him as if the air was solid ground.