Pele’s Rage

RedRock3PeleA fist knocks her over
Pele stirs
Words lash welts into her soul
Pele stirs
Powers that be defend the acts
Pele roars
Her volcano erupts
Spewing outrage
The earth shudders
Feeling her pain
RedRockLDI sit on the Red Rock
The Deva speaks to me
I sing to the rock
It sings to me
RedRock3Surrender“Ancestor’s hear your song,
The rock hears your song,
feels your sorrow and pain
It has witnessed birth and death
Deep within its caves
RedRock3GodGoddessCan you imagine a time when
more and more of the fear is healed
and the Truer Masculine and Feminine
Can unite as one?”
I ask Pele
I ask the salamander
and the fire for help
That compassion be stirred
and greater understanding be gained
RedRock3PelefirePele dances the wild dance
of fire transmuting
I throw my fears and rage
into her flames
and watch them roar!
Out of the ashes
A new dream
is born!

RedRock3LibertyCopyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg. For photo references: http://www.pinterest.com/storyshamaness/ Red Rock photo by Vlatka Herzberg

PeaceWillowIn the midst of a spiritual workshop, “The Mystery of Gratitude at Work: A Day of Healing, A Day of Wonder,” my husband and I walked around the man made bay near our hotel. It’s a beautiful retreat, a place where you can step out of workshop and meditation and pause, allowing yourself to integrate changes. The man made bay is home to many birds, and trees, especially willows.
PeaceEgretWe walked around the pond, leaving the hotel behind. We rounded the bend and saw a solitary person, sitting and pondering. Egrets flew in and out of the water. Cormorants floated peaceful or sat on the edge of the bay. Willows cast shade on the sidewalk. We walked quietly, peacefully. We passed the man contemplating in solitude. Theodore stopped me, gently pressed my shoulder with his hand. A few feet ahead of us, standing erect and alert in the water was a cormorant.
PeaceHeartRippleWe stopped, paused, listened. There is so much voice in the stillness of a moment like that, watching the cormorant and the ripples of water, listening to the almost imperceptible sound of willow leaves gently quivering. I waited in that silence for the right moment, then started singing. Soft sounds, quiet sounds caressed the cormorant, and the ripples of water. Theodore gently touched my hand and he sang with me. With a sound and an inhale we slipped into the Oneness: my husband, the willow, the rippling water and me.
PeaceCormorantI let my sounds move my body gently, sweetly. I let my body ripple with the breeze and the water. The cormorant cocked it’s head slightly towards us, then a little more, and then a little more. It’s eyes opened and watched us. I relaxed deeper, more fully, letting the sounds billow with movement and grace. The cormorant, relaxed more fully, and lowered it’s neck, a little, then a little more, until finally it’s head rested on its body ever so gently, ever so peacefully, and it’s eyes closed.
PeaceOldDoveMy song, our song, found its closure. Theodore touched my shoulder gently and I knew it was time to go back to the workshop. My heart overflowed with thankfulness, love and joy. We were fully at peace. Somewhere from the corner of my eye, I could feel the crone smiling, sharing this sacred moment with us.

PeaceSoundMysticCopyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg. For photo references: http://www.pinterest.com/storyshamaness/creating-peace-story/ Gratitude workshop reference: Lazaris.com

Buck&crowOften when I sing in the woods, particularly recently, animals come to listen. I am always amazed how close they come and often I don’t sense them until Magik does. Magik allows them to come close enough to me to hear the song better. I have had hawk and vultures and ravens circle above me when I sing. I have had hare and deer come in for a closer look. Recently I finished a song and opened my eyes to see a heron fly away from a nearby tree. It too was listening.
buckleapToday, I finished my song and decided to play around with a song story. I set up my IPhone so that it would record me. I started singing and weaving the song into a story. I told the story of a large oak tree that was very wide and it’s body curved out over the hillside. It wanted to see and be seen. It wanted to reach out and touch others. No sooner had the story started, then a buck bounded towards Magik and me. He had a full head of antlers, was youthful, and energetic. He jumped forward with such strength and grace, headed straight for me. Magik barked to create a boundary. I yelled out my voice command so Magik wouldn’t charge after him, and to my relief he listened as he always does. I am grateful for that. The buck wasn’t deterred; he just bounded away in another direction. I was stunned by the buck’s energy. His strength and his boldness were impressive.
BuckmanAfter our encounter the possibility of calling my business Song Story Fusion or Story Song Fusion came to mind. I pondered that possibility as Magik and I walked home. Once home, I Goggled the Internet for the totem meaning of the buck. Here is what I found: http://www.pow33.com/power_animal_023buck.htm. I read: “What beauty and majesty are yours, as you survey your world wearing a natural crown. Hold your head high and walk in grace and confidence. Feel yourself filling with the courage to stand up for what is yours. You are the buck.”
Those words and the experience with the buck made me feel more confident. I felt on track with creating a fusion with my story and sound and allowing myself to be more visible with my unique expression of that fusion.
BuckembraceI also read more about the creator of the above website and was delighted to find out that she did not earn a degree to do shamanic work, her experience developed out of her inner spiritual growth, very similar to me with my sound healing. I think that taking courses, learning through books and other people is important. But in our world currently it is more acknowledged than receiving knowledge, insights and experience through spiritual or inner growth. It felt very empowering to see that this woman, Carrie Hart, a Modern Shaman and Pathfinder, is doing that and successfully helping others too. I know that she is not the only one creating this new map. I am glad to be part of that map-making too.
So in the spirit of Buck medicine I embrace my grace, and confidence. Buck medicine says, “Lift up your chin and show the world who you are; (be) beautiful and majestic.”

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BuckWomanFlowerI have been trying to find a name that encompasses both my blogs. I have been trying to market myself the way “I should” market myself in a way that I fit in a consensus reality. But more and more I have been contemplating about what I am really here to do with my storytelling and sound healing/singing and what form I want it to take.
BuckFireBowlMagik and I hiked out into the woods. He wanted to go to the oak tree with bay laurels for arms. I was cool with that since it was much cooler under the canopy of trees then the other options. As I followed Magik, I thought of names that I could call my business that would encompass both my sound healing/singing and writing-storytelling. The names I was playing with were: Story Shamaness, Sound Story Weaver, Song Story Weaver, Story Song Weaver. I thought about my education, work and life experience. I went to college to learn my craft as a writer; I had a career as a copywriter and Creative Director in radio. Over the years I continued my education with numerous workshops, mentoring, reading, writing, storytelling, and freelance writing.
BuckSoulGuideMy sound healing experience was different. That came out of my spiritual work. The more that I released who I wasn’t and worked on evolving myself as a spiritual being, the more I discovered who I really am. The sound healing flowed naturally out of my spiritual growth and out of my blossoming relationship with my soul, that feminine aspect in all of us regardless of gender that is our connection to the Goddess.
BuckRainbowHandI struggled with not having a degree as a sound healer, wondering how could I go out and help clients without a degree. But I also struggled with taking classes that weren’t right for me while spending a lot of money doing it. Besides, I already had my own sound healing style and I was already using it to help others and myself. I continued to sound heal everyday. I went to my spiritual growth workshops, and worked on myself. The more I worked with my higher self and soul, and crystals, the more the sounds flowed out of me intuitively. When I worked on people using a combination of sound and Reiki I discovered that I could intuit a lot – I was hearing with my hands.
BuckWaterfallHeadToday I find, that the more I embrace who I am and the more I release what stands in my way, the stronger the sound healing becomes. Sounds find me. It is particularly powerful in nature. Nature is my grounding, also a place where I blur the boundaries. In a very shamanistic way I alter my state of consciousness quickly and easily when I sound heal in nature.
BuckTreePersonOne thing I love about sound healing in nature is connecting with the elements. I love when I first walk up to a sacred place in nature and how I always feel welcomed by the elements. The wind often greets me first. It kicks up and brushes my hair and cheeks playfully. I always acknowledge this welcome and in turn welcome the forest, and the elements. I connect with the stones or trees that are in the sacred space. I sit down or stand and begin to sound heal or sing. BuckWindLightThe sounds I make do create songs, but they are wordless, and they are very intuitive. When I sing, the wind can be very still then suddenly kick up as though it too is singing. Once a jogger in the woods heard my song and didn’t know what it was at first. He said it sounded like the trees were singing. The wind and trees carried my song!

BuckSpiritCopyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg.

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OldwomanOld Woman in the Mesa
Sings the sun up
It spirals open
Like a large eye of flames
It penetrates her skin
And warms her soul -
Hundreds of times
She has performed
This Dance
But today her voice
Is rusty, slow
Today, her voice is quiet
Not ready to rise -
She surrenders to silence
Eh, it’s part of the song
OldwomanritualSoft-gazing the sky
She smiles
This is where she belongs -
The wind lifts
Catches her breath
Gives her a head start -
She raises her voice and plays
With the breeze -
Notes high in the sky
Deep in her heart
And low in her belly and feet -
OldwomanfirebirdShe plays
Zip, zip, zoo
A click, a whiz and a whirl
Of wings
Something huge
Is here, then gone
Unseen -
It lifts her voice
And frees it somehow -
She sings fire around the earth,
The type you find in home and hearth -
She sings compassion and freedom
To each individual and to the One -
She sings sunrise and sunset
Sweeping each corner of the world -
Her laughter falls on
Children chasing puppies
And puppies chasing squirrels -
Old woman who sings the
Fire into stones
Is alive in the earth
Because of her bones -
OldwomansunriseShe is hundreds of
Centuries old,
But in the Mesa,
Each day,
She rises at dawn -
And if you listen
You’ll hear her say,
May splashes of
New beginnings
Fill your forever day.

Copyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg.

greenmandancerThe Singer woke up in the middle of the night. She could hear the coyotes howl. She got up to get a drink of water, Four am, bummer. I’ve already been up for a half hour. Well, I might as well make breakfast. The Singer put the kettle on, and went to the computer to play a workshop she downloaded. It was called, “Telling the Story You Are Destined To Tell”.

greenmandancespiralsThere was so much energy moving through the Singer, she couldn’t hold still. Breakfast would have to wait, she began to dance and move her body. She danced figure 8’s, she shook, and jumped and bounced around. She danced her arms in the air. Some belly dancing moves were thrown in for good measure. An hour went by when the first discussion of Telling the Story ended. It was time for the blending. A blending is like a guided meditation but usually shorter, and less involved.

The Singer still felt antsy. She couldn’t lie down for the blending. She had to move. Why not, no one said I can’t, she thought. She danced during the blending. Eventually she made it to the floor and surrendered to the peaceful energy, allowing it to wash over her and wrap her up in a blanket of white light.

She felt calmer, but now the day needed to get under way. Magik had to come up to eat and be walked. She had decided ahead of time to take Magik to the Red Rock and make it a big outing. He too was full of lots of energy, surprise, surprise. So they got a head start, early.

Red RockIt was already warm at 8:30am. It hadn’t rained much for several months. There was a light breeze and that was refreshing. The air was humid and the moisture in it was welcoming. The Singer followed Magik. He knew where he was headed. They climbed the hill with ease. All that energy was put to good use. They rounded the bend and entered the valley. Its rolling green hills were a welcome sight, and the endless blue sky was comforting. Singer and Magik trudged along until they got to the Red Rock.

greenmanmistwomanThe Singer sat in the Red Rock chair that cradled her hips. She closed her eyes to sing, and was surprised, Wow, the white light is still there! She opened her eyes, then closed them again, I’m enveloped by light. She could have said, “I’m enveloped by love,” and she would have been right.

She began singing. The song was soft; the melody lifted her hands into the air very subtly, ever so gently. She became very aware of the softness and tenderness of her touch. Joggers ran by, talking loud. The singer opened her eyes. Magik sat across from her in the shade of the bushes. His smile seemed soft and gentle. The Singer closed her eyes and sang into the light.

Sometimes the energy was so soft and gentle, so tender, that it embraced you until you became it. The Singer surrendered her sense of separateness and sang the softness, tenderness, and gentleness, dancing her arms in unison, allowing her movements to tell a story.

greenman.liminaltreeShe had slipped into the Liminal, that place between worlds. A lot of magic could happen in this place. A lot of understanding and insights and resolve could happen in this place. Sometimes just being in the Liminal was healing. But it is also a place where it is easy to connect with the Unseen World and the Worlds of Other. It is a place familiar to mystics and magicians, and to boundary dwellers like artists and writers. Sometimes unbeknownst to adventurers, they have stumbled into this realm between worlds.

The immense light was sometimes a giveaway, alerting the Singer that she had slipped into the Liminal. Other times she felt such utter oneness with nature and the elements that this also told her she was between worlds. But this day, was different, it was as though she entered this Liminal place during the blending and had remained there during the entire walk.

greenmanfaceShe felt a presence. She could see/sense an outline. He was very tall, had broad shoulders, maybe more bulky than broad. He was like a silhouette, but not hollow. If she opened her eyes, she imagined she would have seen plants, flowers, and ivies inside his body. He was white. No. He was green. He was a Green Man! She heard his voice. It was deep, masculine. He said, “We come here often to hear you sing.” The singer didn’t say anything. She figured it was her imagination running wild. The Green Man continued, “Some of us come here to listen to you sing because it is soothing, others are curious. Some humans don’t behave like you do. Some don’t believe gnomes; salamanders, sylphs and undines are real. You’re unique. You don’t tame your strangeness. This intrigues the nature spirits and draws them to you. Much in the same way that animals are drawn to you. You sing, they listen.”

greenmanbutterflyhead“Who are you?” she finally asked.

“You could say a friend, an Unseen friend,” he said.

“Why are you here?” she wondered.

“To share a wish I have for you.”

“What is it?”

“I wish that you could feel your own goodness, truth and beauty. I wish that you could receive your kindness, tenderness and gentleness from yourself. Could you imagine that?” asked the Green Man.

The Singer considered it, “I could.”

“That’s my wish for you.” He smiled, then he added, “Sing.”

greenmanbirdsThe Singer sang a sweet song, tender, and gentle. The song darted in the air like those tiny birds, flying this way and that, ever so quickly. The wind caressed her cheeks. She softened her tones and allowed them to lull her into silence. They sat in a sea of light; the Singer and the Green Man. The Singer felt Magik stir. It was time to come back. She thanked the Green Man.

“Fare well,” he said.

“Fare well,” she said.

This time Magik followed the Singer out of the valley towards home. All the way back, she reflected on the Green Man’s words, “My wish for you is that you could receive your kindness, tenderness and gentleness from yourself.” She imagined what that felt like, and played with it.

greenmanfaerieSinger and Magik took a turn in the trail and ended up on the sidewalk. Nothing like cars whizzing and crows squawking to bring you back to this reality quickly, she thought.

Singer and Magik walked towards the crosswalk. She noticed a jalopy putzing towards them. It was some kind of golf cart like jeep that had a bunch of rakes and hoes and garden stuff sticking out the back. The Singer noticed the driver. He had broad shoulders, or maybe they were more bulky. He wore a huge hat that partially concealed his face, but the Singer could still see his smile, a familiar smile. He waved. She waved back, and noticed that he had ivies growing on his cheeks. Could it be? Why not? It’s my imagination. She smiled a big smile and sang a happy tune all the way home.

Copyright © 2014, Vlatka Herzberg, all rights reserved. You may not reproduce materials without permission from Vlatka Herzberg.

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Red Rock photo by Vlatka Herzberg

Telling the Story You Are Destined To Tell Reference: Lazaris.com

Global Healing

Global Healing, sad earthThe Singer sat in her car listening to the news. A reporter from Rafa was talking about the atrocities in Rafa and Gaza.The terror in his voice and the shock was alarming. Innocent people slain! Utter lack of humanity! How could this be happening at a time just before a cease-fire?!
Global Healing, Dancing TreesThe Singer felt a deep sadness. And a deep desire to respond. She ran to the woods seeking refuge from her emotions, but she knew she needed to feel those feelings that she wanted to shove down. This is grief. But instead of my own personal grief, it is a global grief.
The Singer ran to her oak tree. A place she came often to sing, ground and play, but today there was a different reason to be here. She didn’t waste any time. The Singer drew a circle of protection with an oak branch. She began to sing. It was a different song, with a very different intent. She was calling Faerie, an Ancient Faerie Woman, an ally and a friend. Her heart opened and a song of determination, a song of seeking help burst out of her.
Global Healing, Faerie AncientThe oak tree trembled, the ground shook slightly, enough to know that someone was coming. The Singer felt a presence. She smiled. It was the Faerie Ancient. In her world, one they share with the humans, people often express their truer nature with the way they look. Her face was green. She had leaves for hair. The kindness and gentleness and wisdom were in the folds of her cheeks, her bosom, and her hips. This one had known great pain in her world and the human world, and she had committed several lifetimes to healing that pain. And now her human friend, the Singer was asking for her help. She did not hesitate. She came instantly.
Global Healing, hand magicSinger and Faerie Ancient, melded brows, that way they could communicate without words, it was quicker and more elegant, especially at a time when haste was needed. The Faerie Ancient stepped back and nodded, “I know what must be done.” She moved her hands in the air swiftly with an artistry of many generations of working this kind of magic. Her hands flew, weaving symbols in the air. She motioned for the Singer to sing. The Singer sang her heart into action, she sang sorrow and grief for the violence and horror. She sang deep compassion. Ancient hands wove symbols intertwining with ancient sounds. Symbols and sounds moved faster, got louder until a vortex burst open with light.
Global Healing Portal of LightThe Faerie Ancient motioned for the Singer to move back slightly. The vortex of light was flowing out of the oak tree. It was like it had split in two. The Faerie Ancient pulled the tree apart and the light flooded the woods. The Singer caught her breath. Streets, cars, people, trees, everything disappeared. There was only light.
The Faerie Ancient moved her hands ever so slightly. To another it may seem like an innocent movement, an ordinary movement. But to one steeped in magic, and Faerie magic at that, it was a movement adept with great artistry and mastery, in such a movement, a new reality, and new possibilities could be born.
Global Healing, Mother Cradling EarthThe Singer watched the light aware of the magic being worked. But nothing could prepare her for what she saw. A woman was holding the earth, cradling it like a child. The woman changed from being a Mother to a Crone, and back again. The earth was shrouded in darkness. The woman was weeping. She cradled and rocked the earth like it was her dearest child.
The Faerie Ancient motioned for the singer to take her hand. She did, and the two stepped out of the forest, through the tree into the light and into the darkness shrouding the earth. The woman’s tears fell on the earth and the Faerie Ancient caught one. She gave it to the Singer. The Singer swallowed the teardrop of light. The Faerie Ancient drew a symbol on the Singer’s brow and the teardrop of light grew. It grew inside the Singer until she was glowing with light. Now she knew what to do. She walked towards the woman embracing the earth and she flowed the light into the earth. The earth absorbed the light, its thirst being quenched.
global healing, glowing earthThe woman cradling the earth thanked the Singer and the Faerie Ancient for their participation. This level of healing could not be done alone.
The Singer returned to her day and her routine. No-one would ever know what happened in the woods. But she knew. And she knew that there was a little more love and healing in the world because of it. She was grateful that in her way, she could respond to a world caught in a crisis of fear and hope, a world becoming new.

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