Come Back — It Will Be Good If You Do

A helpful insight here by way of a shaman.  Understand that our education teaches us to dismiss all new knowledge first, until we are provided good authority to accept it.   Learning to confront the moment is a good way to recall TIME.

Shamans worldwide do active comms with the other side, which happens to be physically real.  We are taught otherwise and it is difficult anyway.

This is something we all need more of.

Come Back — It Will Be Good If You Do

Jon Turk

The next few posts will be a radically abridged version of my book, “The Raven’s Gift”, with new insights relating to the theme of a Consciousness Revolution. If you have read the book, I hope you keep reading this blog to refresh your memory and enjoy the new insights. If you have not read the book, perhaps this introduction will encourage you to do so.

Two blogs ago, I recounted how a storm drove Misha and me into the remote Kamchatka village of Vyvenka. When we landed our kayaks through the surf, Lydia was waiting for us and announced, “Welcome, Jon. Welcome, Misha. It is good to see you. The Grandmother created this storm to bring you to our village. She wants to talk to you.”

The Grandmother’s name was Moolynaut. She was 90-something when we met her, born in a skin tent during the reign of Czar Nicholas II. She had lived through the bloody overthrow of the Czar, the entire rise and fall of the Soviet Empire, and into the bandito capitalism of modern Russia. She was recognized through the region as a shaman with great power.

When we met Moolynaut, she was working a set-net to catch salmon to feed herself during the long Siberian winter ahead. It was a busy time, especially for a 90-year-old, hauling fish from the net, filleting the catch, and drying the meat in the summer sun. Serious business, and her life depended on the salmon run.

After a short visit, as we were leaving, she grasped my elbow, stared into my eyes, and spoke softly in the Koryak tongue. Lydia translated, “Come back. It will be good if you do.”

I thought, “Great. What does that mean? Was that a casual form of goodbye, like “See ya later?” Or should Misha and I take it literally?” There was too much going on here that I didn’t understand. I smiled and replied, unconvincingly, “Thank you.” But the old shaman woman wasn’t satisfied with platitudes. She held my elbow firmly and stared into my eyes. I stared back, then glanced over her shoulder at the river, the set net floats bobbing in the current, the orange salmon fillets drying in the sun. No, I didn’t understand what was going on. But I had a choice:

Continue on my way? Or STOP. And take the time — a second or a decade — to learn from an aboriginal shaman and incorporate that wisdom into my Consciousness. Follow a path of logic? Or magic?

I didn’t have the time to think this through, weigh the pros and cons. It wasn’t that kind of decision, anyway. The pressure of her hand on my elbow was steady and patient, yet strong and unrelenting.

Yes or no? She demanded a real answer.

I nodded slowly, and then said with conviction, “Thank you Grandmother. We will come back.”

Moolynaut released her grasp and turned to fillet more fish.

Looking back on it, 25 years later, people ask me, “Does that mean that you believe in shamanic, cosmic intervention? Do you believe in Kutcha the Spirit Raven?” Those are the wrong questions and I refuse to engage on those terms. But yes, Misha and I came back and over the next five years Moolynaut and the Tundra taught us what is obvious, but often ignored: At every moment of every day you confront a choice of how to engage that moment. And any person can Revolutionize their Consciousness at any moment of any day. Your choice. Yes or no?