The other day, someone drew my attention to a video of a shamanic energy healer. I watched it and suddenly I felt all the power, all the energy, all the sacred truth in this doing, all that I seemed to have forgotten.
I was so full of power. Just because I saw him working, I remembered something. I realized after that experience: the mind system had diluted my path. So much truth was in the shamanic path. But then I met only clever minds that did not understand anything of what I said or did. More than that, they talked and did themselves. Knew better in their learned histrionics. It became sour to me to deal with the super-smart theater players. At some point I didn’t want to see anyone in that context anymore, because most of them were egos looking for their special hobbyhorse. Where they could be clever and special.
I could no longer stand the stereotypical read off litanies that were the same for one as for the other. And very very slowly lost the knowledge of the truth, so that at some point I too just let it go, because I had been caught in the field of egos.
They had made me small with their steely hardness and inexhaustible tenacity. As small as they get people all over the world by falsifying everything true and turning it into a paralyzing mush that makes those exhausted and then confused and then forget the truth.