Credit for the above image: "Шаман Ташоол Кунга" by Alexey Gaponov - Own work. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
Beneath the oculus of the yurt
My "cough" signals spirits are waiting
To come through.
The mirror opens doorways, portals
To other dimensions of non-ordinary reality.
My third eye opens
And the drumming begins.
--(c) Catt Foy, 2014
For years, I searched for inner peace through meditation. And after long hours of practice, I actually did manage to reach a meditative state—once in a while. Then I discovered drum journeying. Shamanism had found me.
Traveling in my mind’s eye through fanciful spaces seemed at first an exercise in imagination—something my writer’s soul reveled in. But more than simple imagination was going on here. The more I journeyed, the more real it seemed; indeed, the more real it became.