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A flat white and a @vice tote bag can only mean on A flat white and a @vice tote bag can only mean one thing. East London I’m back. My love affair with the midlands has come to an end - we had a good ride - and I’ll be holding all sessions from Leytonstone going forward. Taking bookings now! ❤️
Was on the tube earlier and a shield bug was jumpi Was on the tube earlier and a shield bug was jumping around from person to person. Horrified and disgusted, they kept flicking this poor critter onto the floor where it would scramble around before latching onto somebody else. Some people even attempted a stamp. Now I felt for this little fella - the tube is no place for a shield bug. But I was also conscious if I picked it up and cradled him in my hand in front of everyone then I may very well end up on somebodies TikTok as a weirdo who holds bugs on the Piccadilly line. For all the attention it would gain - that’s not how I’d prefer to go viral. Nervous, and self conscious - I used my shamanic powers of telekenisis and told the bug if he wanted to live then he had to climb onto the underside of my shoe so nobody would see. I could then act like I hadn’t noticed - the perfect crime. To my surprise, he did. And he stayed there, still as a statue, for the next 4 stops. As I got off the tube, he climbed under a lace, resting there as I walked through Earls Court, all the way to the meeting I had - where I released him into an oasis of leaves. Photo evidence above. If you ever wanted to book a one to one healing - now is the time. I am unstoppable right now.
Don’t worry if you’re feeling lost or confused Don’t worry if you’re feeling lost or confused. If you feel like your identity has started to fall away. You have to lose yourself to find yourself - this simple and quite cliché saying actually holds quite a lot of weight. It’s in that loss that we can be remoulded. Let go of old ideas to create space for new ones.
At its core, wildness is a great friend of peace. At its core, wildness is a great friend of peace. Our own wildness drives us towards a sense of peace. Be that a more conscious wildness, or a destructive one - all are ways to find enough meaning to give ourselves the permission to relax and settle into ourselves. To stop searching outward, and turn our attention within. The frenzy of a starving wolf allows it to lay idle for the rest of the day at rest. A true wild ecosystem is in perfect balance. Mongolia taught me this. It was bizarre to me at first that the wildest landscape I had ever been in was the most still. Miles upon miles upon miles of untamed silence allowed me to frame my own wildness differently. Not as something ecstatic or frenzied, but of a deep, unshakeable stillness. I even started bloody meditating - who knew! A great lesson for me. Something I lacked. I can do the wild shaman thing all day long. But sitting like a monk - absolutely not. And so I seek to match my wild, starving heart with a tame mind. A new cycle begins.
Tomorrow is my last day in this wonderful country. Tomorrow is my last day in this wonderful country. I came here in search of an authentic experience of shamanism - one that was far away from tourist trails and well trodden paths. In the last two years I’ve often felt lost and untethered. Four years of training overlapping four years of intense work - three years full time - chewed me up and spat me out both psychologically and physically. I did many things I wasn’t ready for - which seems to be a trend in my life. It can be a very lonely path and I’ve been running on fumes for two years - just about holding things together. I knew I needed something, I just had no idea what that was. So it was only right I travelled to the other side of the world on a complete whim hoping to find a way to contact that part of my soul that I’d lost contact with - if I’d ever had a relationship with it in the first place. Shamanism is about renewal - I knew that much before I left - and the hope of renewal and rebirth is what makes this practice so incredibly powerful and alluring. All cycles come to an end, and I knew healing would be available if I surrendered to it. I was pulled here like a magnet - I can’t really explain it another way. I return completely blown away by what I have witnessed over the last two weeks. Above all I’ve found meaning again - which is a beautiful feeling. In many ways I am starting from scratch - with all the wide eyed excitement and luminous joy that comes with new beginnings. Thank you Mongolia. I owe you one. I will be back! 🐺🇲🇳
Visits Mongolia once Visits Mongolia once
Tired and haggard. A London boy about as far from Tired and haggard. A London boy about as far from home as physically possible. This trip has tested me a lot already. I haven’t washed in days. Blistered soles and splintered hands. Everything I thought I knew about shamanism has been turned upside down, snapped in half and thrown back at me. I can hardly communicate with anyone. Sometimes I don’t speak a word for hours. There’s not a single familiar thing - it’s very disorientating. But sometimes you need to break something to forge it anew. I wasn’t sure that’s what I needed, and I wasn’t really sure why I decided to come all the way out here - but that is certainly what’s happening. And in all of that disorientation exists the warm hearts and open smiles of the locals. A spontaneous head rub and wink. The sharing of food and the offering of a chair at the table, or getting motioned to sit up front in the jeep, and then a thumbs up and a simple question in broken accent: “Okay?” “Yes, I’m okay” And it’s another ritual - a great spiritual commotion. The land lights up with power and an elder descends into a trance and I realise again that magic exists and life is more wonderful than I could possibly imagine. 5 days left in a place that has already renewed me so much. One foot in front of the other.
Big boys 🦌⚡️ Big boys 🦌⚡️
Well… I made it. I’m the only westerner travel Well… I made it. I’m the only westerner travelling with 4 Mongolian families from the Darkhad clan. One speaks English and one other speaks decent broken English, but the rest have no idea what I’m saying and it’s the same the other way around. It’s been difficult and a little lonely at times and most of my communication with others consists of a point, a wave and a smile. I’m not the best traveller to be honest - I love my home, my fiancé and my cat, my local and my comforts - but I’ve been pushed here for a reason and that’s becoming clearer each day. The land is really, REALLY alive here. It almost vibrates, and I’ve nearly thrown up a few times from just being within a few km of their spirit houses - where their spirits live and where they call them from when they work. I had to give an offering to one before we came into the valley for safe travel and I was shaking like a leaf. It’s no nonsense power here and it’s unsettling. I’ve been up and down mentally and overwhelmed a lot of the time, but one foot in front of the other and eventually you make a 1000 mile trip into the ancient Darkhad Valley. Thanks to everyone messaging saying they’re enjoying watching the stories - it’s making my trip a little easier with that connection back home. I have 7 days here in a yurt in their camp on the shores of the White Lake… Let’s see what happens.
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