Spontaneously Arising Shamanism



In Nepal, they have a term to describe aspects of shamanism that do not involve human teachers, they call this self generated or spontaneously arising shamanism. I have observed this certainly to be the case on my own journey and in the way my shamanic tools came to me.

One day, whilst reading a book by the late Mongolian/American shaman, Sarangerel, I discovered that one of the traditional grades of shaman is, a shaman with three drums and an altar. I found this quite astonishing as that is exactly the position I found myself at; spirits had guided me through dreams and visions to make three quite different drums and I did indeed have an altar. I had no real memory of consciously deciding to make an altar, it had indeed seemingly arisen spontaneously without intention or conscious effort on my part. It came about because I was being gifted so many spiritual objects that I needed a place to put them. A friend had given me some expensive whiskey, that came in a wooden box, lined with blue silk. The box seemed perfect to store my objects as it was also portable and I could bring it anywhere. I soon found myself using it as a handy altar, I could take what I needed out and set it up wherever I wanted. Upon further reading of Sarangerel I discovered that the Buryat shaman’s altar not only takes the form of a portable wooden box but that it is often lined with blue silk!


On my altar there are gifts from humans such as the knife and jingle cones, forged and gifted to me by a shamanic blacksmith, and the little Zuni bear, from my wife. There is also the piece of shed skin from a living female Komodo dragon, given to me unasked for by her keeper in Bali. Then, from nature, there is a stone with three lines on it, representing for me the Three Worlds of shamanism and a porcupine quill(used for spiritual protection in Mongolia) that I found on a beach in Sri Lanka. There is the impossibly beautiful and delicate shell of a wild bird egg(probably crow) and a pair of antlers brought to me by my dog. One is on the altar, the other became the beater of my drum. Within the drum there is also the wing of a buzzard. I found it dead on the road, its poor body was destroyed but the wings were perfect. Of the feathers, the tiny one is from a jay and the wing is from a small bird, which is how I sometimes see souls. The first striped feather is from a green woodpecker, this bird reminds me of a shaman, banging away on the tree trunk like a drum. The second one is from an owl and the last is from a crow but a specific type. I know this because when I found it, I sat and meditated with it. The spirit of the bird entered the back of my head and screeched its name, Rooook! This, is spontaneously arising shamanism.

Following the Reindeer

This week has been quite intense spiritually. First, someone asked to see me for some shamanism. Before sleeping, I asked to be given some guidance on this and dreamed I was collecting jay feathers. The next morning on my walk, I found a beautiful jay feather and also a large crow feather under the oak where I meditate. The next night I dreamed I was gathering up huge amounts of crow feathers and I was shown two trees. The one on the right was full of crows and into the one on the left were flying orbs of pure white light, like bird-sized comets; a tree of Crows and a tree of Souls.




The following night I dreamed of hugging a tree in which were hanging all my shamanic paraphernalia, like in this picture.


Then, a young Irish traveller boy came and said to me, what do you know about the Nenets? I knew absolutely nothing about them but awoke with the word in my head and looked it up straight away. I was amazed to discover, that the Nenets are an indigenous people in Arctic Russia whose main subsistence comes from hunting and reindeer herding. They have a shamanistic and anamistic belief system which stresses respect for the land and its resources. The Nenet shaman is called a Tadibya and they acknowledge three different kinds.

  • Vidutana, strong shamans standing in contact with the upper world
  • Yanyani tadebya, shamans belonging to the earth
  • Sambana shamans, shamans able to receive messages from dead people and to perform other rutuals concerning the dead.

Two of my drums are made from reindeer and so I feel a strong resonance with the Nenets.


This personal connection is reinforced by the Forest Nenets shamanic use of amanita muscaria. This plant spirit has been one of my most valuable teachers and in the same way that ayahuasca shamans sing icaros, the Nenet shamans have special Fly Agaric songs.



In my dream/visions the following night, my late mother-in law came, I know she is a protective presence as she transformed into a giant white cobra, rising high up into the air above me, at the same time a raptor with white feathers flew around us.

Then, I became aware of a multitude of shamans, they transformed into what I can only describe as a Sri Yantra of interconnecting reindeer horns expanding and contracting infinitely and simultaneously. I knew that these were my shamanic ancestors stretching back in time thousands of years, projecting the same into the future and that I was in the center of all this. The greatest respect an honour to the Nenets, the Sami and all traditional peoples who, despite the odds, are still following the reindeer.


The God in the Grasshopper

Those who see all creatures in themselves and themselves in all creatures know no fear. Those who see all creatures in themselves and themselves in all creatures know no grief. How can the multiplicity of life, delude the one who sees its unity. The Isha Upanishad

Although the presence of such spectacular spirit animals as anacondas and bears, cobras and tigers was wonderful, some of my most beautiful experiences were with the smaller beings like molluscs and insects. At one point I had a succession of dreams. In the first I was standing in a room with a large window. The window was covered in bees. I opened the window to let the bees out, there was a beautiful garden outside.

sacred bee

Once the bees had gone, I could see a single small snail stuck to the window. In another dream I was cycling across a bridge. I stopped and saw a lake, lush vegetation and swans. Something on the ground caught my eye so I bent and picked it up. I found I was holding a tiny statue of a snail. The snail is hermaphrodite, symbolising the union of opposites, its shell a microcosmic spiraling reflection of the universe.


When I was very young my mother would read me stories and one of my favourites was about a little snail. The little snail lives in the rhubarb patch and is warned by his mummy not to wander off alone but of course he heads off on an adventure and gets lost. Eventually he discovers the snail trail he has left and finds his way back. This is the wonderful metaphor of how we ourselves discover our spiritual way home after being lost. Despite hearing this story over and over again, my five-year old mind never failed to be gripped by the tension of the narrative and the joy of the little snails return home. Perhaps it is like this for the Oneness, pure joy, as slowly but surely, we spiritual snails find our way home to the divine rhubarb patch.


This period concluded with a great dream-vision. I was in an old stone building and in front of me was a huge gothic archway. Through the arch I could see a beautiful garden. Hanging from the sky, framed in the exact centre of the arch was a single strand of spider silk. I watched as a green grasshopper flew down from the left and landed on it.


At this point I was looking at the grasshopper from the side. The grasshopper then turned to face me and spread out its arms. It grew to fill the whole space of the arch and morphed into a fractal grasshopper, each side mirroring the other exactly. The fractal patterns were gorgeous, in various stunning shades of green. It had fingers that extended into long green tendrils that connected to everything in the garden and the universe beyond. It stayed like this, looking at me for a few moments before blowing away in the wind on the strand of spider silk. I felt the connection of everything in nature, that it was the same thing looking out of every eye. The God in the Grasshopper, my mind was blown. (from A Shamanic Kundalini Awakening)


Kundalini Crop Formation

I’m having great fun looking back at all the crop circles/formations that have appeared over the years. This one is particularly stunning from a kundalini perspective. This beautiful serpent appeared at West Woodhay Down, near Inkpen, Wiltshire.

The Cosmic Serpent Kundalini Awakening Crop Circle West Woodhay Down, Wiltshire 29th July 2011

The body of the serpent has 29 circles. 29 reduces to 11, which is also found twice in its date of discovery, the 29th of July 2011. Furthermore it is really huge, spreading across 11 tramlines in the field! It’s all about 11’s, DNA and Oneness. The serpent’s tongue takes the form of the three pronged trident held by Shiva, symbolising the union of Shiva and Shakti. Additional confirmation that this serpent is specifically a depiction of kundalini, is that, if we include the other circles in the formation, we get the the number 33, which is the number of vertebrae in the spine, through which kundalini travels. Between the main circles on the serpent’s back, there are 48 very small circles/dots. 48 is the number of petals on each side of ajna/third eye chakra. The path the serpent takes through the center of the circle represents the space between the two hemispheres of the brain through which the kundalini swims bringing them into perfect equilibrium. This is not unlike the serpent swimming over the drum, in the painting at the top of this page.


Kundalini Crop Circle

Recently, a beautiful crop circle was discovered in a field beside Stonehenge which contains remarkable yogic symbolism.


To me, this is really a form of Sri Yantra.

Sri Yantra – Courtesy of Susan Ferguson-Metaphysical Musing

A Sri Yantra is a depiction of the sushumna, the principle spiritual channel that runs inside the spine, through which kundalini travels. We are looking up the tube of sushumna through all the chakras to the bindu point in the centre.

If we look at our crop circle with this in mind, we can view it as a tube with a star in the centre. The star has seven points for the culmination of the seven chakras at the crown. At a certain point in meditation a star can be seen in the third eye.

When the yogi concentrates long enough with half-open eyes at the point between the eyebrows, and when the gaze is without any restless motion, he will be able to see a steady light surrounded by other, but flickering, lights. He should not be diverted by this glimmering halo of the spiritual eye, but should steadfastly look at the center of the eye until he feels his mind completely absorbed within it. In time, he will see the perfect formation of the spiritual eye: a dark opal-blue globe within a quivering ring of flame. Gradually, by deep concentration, an extremely brilliant white star occasionally glimmers in the center of the blue. The star is the gateway through which the consciousness must pass to attain oneness with Spirit. Paramhansa Yogananda

The crescent moon behind the star represents the bindu chakra. This chakra is located behind and below the crown. It is like a round box with its lid slightly open emitting light in the shape of the crescent moon that we see in Shiva’s hair.


This is the point of emanation and retraction of the physical body, the source of amrita and a primal point of clear consciousness and unity, something we very much need in our current world conditions.

The outer circle has 82 divisions, the inner 73, both add up to 10, giving 1010, which reduces to 11. Eleven is again a symbol of oneness and also the twin strands of our DNA.

For me, this crop circle is about true unity and our journey home. I wonder what it’s trying to tell us about Stonehenge?

The Kiss


Judee Sill, is a largely forgotten musical genius. After a somewhat difficult life, she died tragically young aged just thirty-five. Much of her work is imbued with spiritual overtones and her great song, the Kiss, is no exception. In fact, I see it as a beautiful kundalini metaphor and this is supported by her words when introducing the song – This song is about the union of opposites we all have, the Kiss is a symbol of that union.

One of the lines in particular really captures for me the subtle sweetness of ever present kundalini – holy breath, touching me like a wind song, sweet communion of a kiss.

Here she is!

The Nature of the Universe


There are two aspects to the Oneness, She that is active and creative (Shakti) and He that is the great still consciousness (Shiva). Shakti and Shiva are One, duality and oneness exist together in the Great Mystery. After seeing the number code 11:11, I was pulled out of my body and told, that the nature of the universe can essentially be expressed as-

Unlimited possibility and manifestation, in eternal unchanging consciousness