Find your power animal with this guided mediation.
Shaman Elizabeth explains how she discovered shamanism on the “Loving Life” show with Dr. Weir.
The Stanford University School of Medicine is conducting interviews with patients who have experienced psychosis—including delusions, hallucinations, or any other departure from reality—and who have had spiritual or mystical experiences.
This project examines the experiences of a small, specific group of psychosis patients—those who have experienced two alternate forms of consciousness, through both psychosis and spirituality, and who understand these two types of experiences as being—at least potentially—distinct. This research attempts to mitigate a lack of literature addressing the experiences and needs of this particular patient population.
Research methodology will include interview and survey components. The interview is designed to elicit in-depth narratives of patients’ experiences with both psychosis and spirituality, while the survey is designed to identify potential patterns between patients.
Who is eligible to participate?
- Volunteers who are over 18
- Volunteers with a history of psychosis (could be a single episode of psychosis, or part of an illness such as schizophrenia or bipolar disorder)
- Volunteers who have had spiritual or mystical experiences (such as receiving spiritual promptings, hearing a divine voice, experiencing trance states, or experiencing states of transcendence)
- Volunteers who are not in an acute state of psychosis
What will you be asked to do?
- Participate in an interview with a researcher from the Stanford School of Medicine
- Complete a survey
For more information on this study, please contact Katherine Lyman at firstname.lastname@example.org.
For participants’ rights questions, call 1-866-680-2906.
Taught by Shaman Elizabeth Herrera.
If you ever wanted to learn to shamanic journey, come join us for an intense, yet relaxing, day of instruction.
Shamanism is the oldest known spiritual practice in the world, and is still practiced by indigenous people on every continent today, including Native Americans. While there are many different rituals, one commonality is that the shaman acts as a catalyst between this world and the spirit realm.
Here is a short overview of shamanic journeying:
- During a shamanic journey, a shaman/practitioner uses a visionary process to travel to the spirit realm to request healings, receive divine messages, help guide lost souls home (psychopomp) and commune with nature/universe.
- In the spirit realm, a person interacts with spirit guides, ancestors, angels, and enlightened beings.
- Power animals act as protectors and guides for the shaman. They can be a part of a person’s journeys for many lifetimes or brief periods during which their archetype power is needed.
- The spirit realm has three “worlds”: the lower, middle and upper. None of the realms are better than the others; they simply offer different experiences that are appropriate for different circumstances.
You will learn how to:
- Find your power animal in the spirit realm
- Explore the lower spirit realm
- Meet your spirit guide; explore the upper spirit realm
- Understand the healing process
Cost: $275/person ($137.50 deposit to reserve your spot)
Location: Pittsboro, NC
Wear something comfortable and bring your own blanket and pillow since we will often be laying either on the floor or ground during the workshop (depending on the weather). This is a rustic venue with an outdoor toilet. Feel free to bring a drum or rattle as well.
A vegan/gluten-free dish of some sort and a salad will be served. If you wish, you can bring your own dinner and use the kitchen. We can also roast over the campfire.
Shaman Elizabeth Herrera will be interviewed by Andrea Garrison on Tuesday, March 13 at 4:00 pm EST during the podcast “Online with Andrea”. Andrea is the author and producer of the highly acclaimed The Crossing Over of Mattie Pearl. Andrea will be discussing Shaman Elizabeth’s novella Dreams of Heaven that released in 2017 and is a Readers’ Favorite award winner.
Savannah Watkins is haunted by a dream of losing her family in a tragic car accident, which causes her to vacillate between two lives—before and after the car accident. As she struggles between realities, Jesus Christ suddenly appears to offer her unorthodox guidance. He accompanies her to the grocery store and for walks on the beach while answering some of life’s toughest questions.
Dreams of Heaven takes you on a fantastical journey with Jesus, who leads the way through an alternate interpretation of his ancient teachings and applies them to one of our worst nightmares—being separate from the ones we love.
Genre: Fiction, Spirituality
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“Dreams of Heaven compels you to examine your beliefs about life and death. You will be drawn to read every page.” — Reverend Emile Gauvreau, Center for Spiritual Living Cape Coral
“Dreams of Heaven is a beautifully crafted story that centers on the dream/reality of a terrible family tragedy and the main character’s sudden ability to see and converse with Jesus Christ. Heartfelt and deeply moving, the book is like an epiphanous dream probing the mysteries of birth, life, and death. It is one of those gems of spiritual literature that becomes a permanent fixture in our lives, always remembered as a gift for that special friend with whom we wish to share our most deeply felt beliefs.” — Hal Zina Bennett, Ph.D., Best-selling Author of Write From the Heart and Follow Your Bliss
“Amazing work. One that should be in the hands of every human on Earth who cares about this planet.” — Dr. Stewart A. Swerdlow, Grand Prior of New Templar Order
In “Of Stars and Clay”, a band of people called the Earth Sentinels, led by a fallen angel, try to save mankind from the grips of an unseen dark force, which uses commercial airliners to spray an engineered virus around the world. The virus kills over 70% of the world’s population—the youngest and oldest. Gone are the scientists, leaders, military commanders, teachers, engineers, parents and children. The only ones left standing are those useful to the dark force’s agenda.
To maintain order, the United Nations organization dutifully steps in, but its leaders are not what they appear to be. The trusted UN uniform causes each country’s army to hand over its leash. All of the world’s soldiers follow the commands of the New World Order without a single shot being fired. The devious plan unfolds perfectly—with one exception.
The virus brings about an unexpected DNA mutation among the Earth Sentinels, causing them to develop supernatural abilities. As the story unfolds, the Earth Sentinels uncover secrets about mankind’s origins, ancient astronauts, genetic engineering, the illuminati, and the lies that have been woven throughout religion and history.
“Dreams of Heaven is like an epiphanous dream probing the mysteries of birth, life, and death. It is one of those gems of spiritual literature that becomes a permanent fixture in our lives.” — Hal Zina Bennett, Ph.D., Best-selling Author
BOOK DESCRIPTION: Savannah Watkins is haunted by a dream of losing her family in a tragic car accident, which causes her to vacillate between two lives—before and after the car accident. As she struggles between realities, Jesus Christ suddenly appears to offer her unorthodox guidance. He accompanies her to the grocery store and for walks on the beach while answering some of life’s toughest questions.
“Dreams of Heaven” takes you on a fantastical journey with Jesus, who leads the way through an alternate interpretation of his ancient teachings and applies them to one of our worst nightmares—being separate from the ones we love.
It was winter. A dying bear lay on the cave floor with spears protruding from her body. Native American hunters, dressed in animal skins, patiently waited for the bear’s death, praying and giving thanks for her sacrifice. The bear’s breathing slowed until she finally took her last breath.
Her spirit rose out of her body, soaring through the snow toward the night sky over the snow-covered land—the stars beckoning her.
The bear’s spirit traveled to the spirit realm, stepping foot among spirit guides who silently observed her. The bear, who was in shock over her untimely death, trudged toward a cave, disappearing inside.
Then the shamanic vision ended.
I lay there knowing something profound had just occurred, but was unsure of the vision’s meaning.
A few months later spring arrived, and I was shamanic journeying—a visionary process of letting my higher mind visit the spirit realm where I commune with spirit guides who offer healing and guidance. I saw the bear come out of the cave. Winter’s long hibernation was over. Behind her trailed two cubs.
The mother bear offered me a ride. I got on her rugged back, grabbing her fur as we soared. The vision became so clear that it scared me, jolting me out of what could have been the ride of my life. (I’ve always regretted not being able to take that ride fearlessly—wondering what it would have revealed to me.)
Despite my fears, the mother bear became my second power animal.
Power animals are spirit guardians in the form of mammals/birds/fish/insects/mythical creatures that embody their species’ archetype energy. Power animals act as protectors and guides for people, and can be a part of a person’s spiritual journey for an entire lifetime or brief periods during which their archetype powers are needed most.
That summer, while I was driving to a shamanic journeying workshop in Chapel Hill, crows came out of the trees and flew ahead of me. (Crows are often a “sign” for me. I pay special attention when I see them.) The birds led me to the remote driveway of the lodge where the workshop was being held. Because of the “special escort”, I expected this weekend to be magical.
Later that the afternoon, twenty people lay on the floor shamanic journeying while one of the instructors drummed. I was in the midst of a vision when the mother bear, who stood by my side, turned her head toward me and said, “I must go,” then she flew away, leaving her cubs and me behind.
I was stunned by her sudden departure and burst into tears, which was terribly embarrassing. To keep from distracting the others, I got up and went into the kitchen where I cried as quietly as I could. I knew I was overreacting to the bear’s departure, but I had no idea why.
Many Native American tribes believe that when a power animal leaves, its archetype power stays with the person, however, its absence allows another power animal the opportunity to come into the person’s life, thereby increasing the person’s power. This belief proved true for me, because the cubs did stay with me, and, a year later, after they grew into adulthood, they began helping me with shamanic healings.
That October, my mother, who was riding a bike, was struck and killed by a car—this was the most traumatic event of my life. After the shock wore off, I saw the synchronicities between my mother’s expected death and the mother bear’s sudden departure. I understood that the tragedy had been set in motion long before it played out. And, even though the power animal and my mother had left me, they had made sure I would be taken care of emotionally and spiritually. The mother bear had left me her offspring, who continued to help me as power animals. And my mother’s spirit visited me a few days after her death, offering me the greatest miracle I’ve ever received. For a holy instant, she, along with the Divine Spirit’s help, revealed the universal golden light that connects all of us, pulsating with every soul’s presence from here to eternity, allowing me to know my mother was all right and surrounded by love, and that she hadn’t really left me.
I spent the last two years researching and writing my new novel Of Stars and Clay (Science Fiction & Fantasy, Dystopian). I read Zecharia Sitchin’s seven volumes in the Earth Chronicles set, translations from Sumerian tablets and numerous books, such as those by Stewart Swerdlow and Divid Icke.
Within a few months of my research, I saw orbs in the sky (you can read more about this in my blog post). The orbs’ presence confirmed for me there is an alien/extraterrestrial presence here on earth—meaning that some of the conspiracy theories were true. But which ones? Were the elite (royalty/Rothchilds) really part reptilian? Were our governments being ruled by a secret force behind the scenes? And if they were, who or what was this secret force? And what was their agenda?
In Of Stars and Clay, I imagined how those conspiracies might play out. So, once again, the Earth Sentinel characters come together under the guidance of Bechard the fallen angel—only this time it’s to save mankind from a dark force that not only threatens our bodies, but our souls.
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Shaman Elizabeth Herrera is a shamanic healer and author of life-changing books. She was raised in a Christian home, but lost her faith in her early twenties. For over a decade, she searched for something to fill the void, eventually discovering Native American spirituality (shamanism). Through this spiritual practice, she unexpectedly became a catalyst for healing and miracles. These experiences led her back to a belief in a higher power.
Always drawn to the spiritual side of life, Elizabeth began her shamanic path in Michigan where she learned to shamanic journey with Stephanie Tighe (a certified Sandra Ingerman instructor). Elizabeth continued her studies through the Foundation for Shamanic Studies for shamanic journeying, soul retrieval, and death and dying (psychopomp), but her major source of learning has been from her spirit guides, who offer limitless guidance and lessons on living a more spiritual life. She is also a student of A Course in Miracles.
Elizabeth inherited her rebellious spirit from her father who was raised by his grandparents. His grandfather, a full-blooded Apache who smuggled sugar and flour from Mexico into Texas, exchanged gunfire with Texas Rangers and crossed paths with Pancho Villa.
Getting rid of lice is a difficult problem. The products sold in stores have become less effective because lice have built up resistance to the chemicals (and who wants pesticides or neurotoxins, which kill lice by attacking their central nervous system, on your loved one’s skin?). It’s also very difficult to find all the eggs so even if just a few are missed, the cycle starts all over again.
A few years ago one of my kids had lice that we couldn’t rid of. I tried every brand of lice treatment, and went through her hair with a magnifying glass (literally), yet the lice kept coming back. Finally, out of desperation, I decided to try my own at-home treatment, and was greatly relieved when it worked the first time! And so was my daughter who hated sitting with chemicals on her head and having lice eggs pulled out. It didn’t matter how gentle I was, after hours of pulling, it became an ordeal.
Here’s how I got rid of my daughter’s lice the first time without having to comb for lice eggs:
- Buy a small bottle of Australian Tea Tree oil (make sure it contains Melaleuca). You can easily buy this online and at some drug stores and Walmart.
- Combine the Australian Tea Tree oil with hair conditioner. I used a ratio of 2 parts conditioner with 1 part oil. I was mixing small batches in my hands so that’s a rough estimate.
- Slather a thick coat of the mixture onto the hair of the infected person. Gently rub it around (not too much or you’ll irritate the scalp). Make sure there are no air bubbles or gaps for the lice to hide in. Go past the edge of the hairline. **Be careful NOT to get it in their eyes, eyelashes or eyebrows.**
- If you have a shower cap, put it over their head. Drape a towel around their shoulders to catch drips and wait 30 minutes. If the oil begins to burn the scalp, rinse immediately. **When using on small children, do NOT leave them unattended to ensure they do not touch their hair or the drips, and then accidently rub the Australian Tea Tree oil into their eyes or put in their mouths.**
- To double check if enough time has passed for the treatment to work, search for an egg. When you find one, try to remove it. If it dissolves between your fingers, it’s time to rinse the hair.
- After rinsing, shampoo as you normally would, then rinse again.
That’s it! The lice will be dead and the eggs dissolved so there will be no need to spend hours pulling them out. I hope it works as well for you as it did for my family.
“…Death has been with you every moment of your life…You have survived thousands of deaths every day as your old thoughts, your old cells, your old emotions, and even your old identity passed away. Everyone is living in the afterlife right now. What is there to fear? When people wonder if the personality survives death, the answer is that personality doesn’t even survive while we are alive. We are not the same person we were five, ten, or fifteen years ago…Our personalities are constantly evolving, transforming, growing.” ~ Deepak Chopra, Life After Death: The Burden of Proof
In his book, Chopra mentioned that we can experience both happiness and sadness with the same welcome, because neither are real. This really hit home later while I was cooking dinner a wave of fruitlessness passed over me. As I focused on this emotion, I remembered that it wasn’t really ‘me’ and away it went. It was the first time I practiced non-attachment of my emotions and realized how freeing it could be.
So if I am not my personality, my body or my thoughts, who am I? While I believe that I am an eternal, perfect being—a lifetime of a changing body, events, and thoughts have made it nearly impossible to totally comprehend this belief.
I have tried to “find” my true self by meditating daily, losing myself to the love that flows through me. I know that this perception is much closer to the real me than my normal reality, but it’s still a limited experience, because it uses my senses. Chopra wrote, “Vedanta holds that consciousness is convinced by its own creations. Therefore, nothing we can see, hear, and touch, whether in waking, dreaming, or beyond both, is ultimately real. They represent shifting perspectives.” It is the illusion convincing itself of its own reality!
If this life is an illusion, then where do we really reside? We often think of our true selves going “somewhere” after we die, such as heaven or hell.
I had an experienced in October 2010, a few days after my mother passed, which helped me to see that we don’t go anywhere—it is only our perception that changes. The event took place at my mother’s workplace. I was in a meeting with my sister and the HR director who was going over our mother’s life insurance benefits, which had been split evenly between us. Then the HR director mentioned that my mother’s pension had been given solely to my sister. I immediately felt resentment, but I didn’t want to feel this way toward my sister, especially while I was grieving for my mother. So I asked the Spirit to take this painful emotion from me. It was then that I experienced my greatest miracle.
Here are the details taken from my book, Shaman Stone Soup: “After the meeting, we were taken to my mother’s cubicle to clean it out. I was emotionally distant from my sister as we emptied the drawers. I kept battling against the resentment that picked at me, and I asked the Spirit to take this thought from me.
Suddenly, my mother’s spirit descended over me. Her presence completely surrounded me and her vision became mine. Through my mother’s eyes, the whole world glowed with love and beams of light radiated from my sister. My mother’s memories filled my consciousness, and I could see my sister as the little girl, teenager and young woman she had raised. My mother saw her as an innocent daughter, who would be taken care of with the pension she had inherited. I felt the comfort that it gave my mother and the love she had for my sister.
Immediately, all resentment left me. I knew my mother had given the pension out of love, and as I experienced that love, it became impossible for me to feel anything else.
Then my mother was gone.”
Although I had never left the room, the dreary office space had transformed into golden light. My sister, the room and even the world, became faint outlines and love became the predominant vision. It made me realize that we don’t go someplace else to find ourselves. Love is all around us.
Death was not the end of my mother. She was able to communicate with me and send her love. The miracle had helped to show that we are all connected, whether we have a body or not.
Perhaps recognizing our true selves is taken in baby steps. Starting with a willingness to find it and asking for help from a higher source who sees beyond our illusion. We then begin receiving visions and experiences of pure love, which help us to develop a more “real” perception within this illusion, a step that allows us to ready ourselves for the final step into all-encompassing love.
In 2005, while working with the marketing director at Michigan State University College of Law to promote the college’s Indigenous Law Program, I met Asst. Professor Del Laverdure, the founding director of the program. At that time, he was the chief justice for the Crow Tribe Court of Appeals, and is now the deputy assistant secretary for the U.S. Department of the Interior Indian Affairs. The college’s law program was intended to attract Native American students to study indigenous law with the hope that they would return to their tribes and legally represent them. The tribes need lawyers to protect their lands, sacred grounds and cultural practices, and today’s battles are being fought in the courtrooms instead of battlefields.
After talking with Professor Del Laverdure, I was impressed with his demeanor and explanation of the Native American culture. This influenced me at a family gathering to ask my grandfather if he was Native American. He answered, “Yes,” but then he turned away. He didn’t want to talk about it.
Later in private, I asked my father about our heritage. This opened up a chapter about my ancestry that I never knew before. My father, who was raised by his grandparents, stated that his grandfather was a full-blood Apache. My father told stories of my great-grandfather’s adventures of smuggling sugar and flour from Mexico into Texas while being shot at by Texas Rangers. When I asked what he did when they shot at him, my father said, “He shot back!”
My great-grandfather had also worked in mines igniting dynamite—a dangerous vocation—and went back to live on the reservation for seven years. My father continued that he was the strongest man he ever knew. He could carry two logs, one over each shoulder, like a normal man might carry bags of feed.
Many people are familiar with the Native Americans’ plight of genocide, forced removal from their lands (estimated total of 93 million acres), and strategic killing of their food source, the buffalo. General Philip Sheridan is quoted as saying, “Let them kill, skin, and sell until the buffalo is exterminated, as it is the only way to bring lasting peace and allow civilization to advance.” (Ironically, the land where my father’s cousins lived across the road from his grandparents was bought and became a buffalo ranch.)
The tragedy continued with The Americanization of Native Americans assimilation effort by the United States to transform Native American culture to European-American culture between the years of 1790-1920. Native American children were forced into boarding schools, run by religious groups who taught them Christianity instead of their tribes’ spiritual customs, and banned from speaking their own language or dressing in native clothing in an effort to assimilate them. And until 1978, spiritual leaders ran the risk of jail time for practicing their rituals.
It is deplorable that our country has a history of genocide (and slavery), and that Native Americans are still forced to protect themselves against further encroachment by the U.S. government and private interests. It is also understandable why many Native Americans are distrustful and angry over these events, but are these feelings serving them?
Some might say that Native Americans are having the last laugh because of the money being made from the casinos; however, Native American gaming has also proven to be very ineffective in improving many tribal economies. Native Americans have the highest poverty and unemployment rates in the United States of America. And, when I think of the Native Americans’ former dignity and way of life, and their spiritual practices that connected them to nature, animals, and the skies, water and land, I can’t help but believe that all of us have been diminished by the cultural loss of these great people who once dominated this land.
How I would love to see the Native Americans forgive the trespasses of the past (and present), and open up their culture for all who feel compelled to join them.
Forgiveness isn’t easy, and Native Americans have received one of the hardest lessons in forgiveness that can be given, but the anger that is smoldering inside the tribes is robbing them of the beauty of their spiritual path—a path that could be restored through forgiveness.
Perhaps they feel that their rituals and spirituality are too great a gift to give away to outsiders. Yet, Native Americans have a resource for communicating with the Great Spirit through Native-American spirituality, also known as shamanism, Who can help them to forgive. Native Americans will not diminish themselves through forgiveness—quite the opposite. The act of forgiveness will be for themselves to let go of their anger, be at peace, and move forward with no resentment standing in the way of them knowing their true selves.
I ask them to open their hearts to the rest of the world. What greater impact could they have on their oppressors than to educate them about the Native Americans’ culture, spiritual practices, and respect for nature. People fear what they do not understand, but Native Americans can help those outside the tribes to better understand their way of life. I can’t think of a better outcome than to have everyone in this great nation practice, or at least understand, Native American spirituality.
One cannot deny the attraction that Native American spirituality holds for many people outside the tribes. Why should some tribes live in poverty, when they could accept love donations or charge for workshops, demonstrations and apprenticeships to help others become knowledgeable on their way of life. I realize many don’t feel it is proper to charge for teaching spiritual and cultural practices, but I think of it as charging for their time.
Does a Culture lose its culture by extending it to others or strengthen it? I believe they will strengthen it when they teach others, because they are reinforcing the message and its usage for themselves. This can also foster outside empathy for their ongoing efforts to preserve land, receive government monies and regain the rights to perform ceremonies that are still banned by the federal government because of the use of ceremonial plants, such as peyote. I don’t doubt that many Native Americans feel that it is sacrilege for someone to have few lessons and then try to teach rituals to others (such as the accidental sweat lodge deaths that occurred during a ceremony performed by self-help guru James Arthur Ray). To help prevent future misinformation and destructive incidences from occurring, the tribes can offer certifications that will help ensure that their rituals and teachings are performed with respect and knowledge.
We can expect a clash of cultures when the typical American’s mentality of “instant gratification” collides with an ancient belief system. So be it, we will learn from each other.
The Great Spirit is the voice of love. I can think of no better gift that Native Americans can give to others and themselves than to share that love with every living being, even the white man.
“You who were created by love like itself can hold no grievances and know your Self. To hold a grievance is to forget who you are. To hold a grievance is to see yourself as a body. To hold a grievance is to let the ego rule your mind and to condemn the body to death. Perhaps you do not yet fully realize just what holding grievances does to your mind. It seems to split you off from your Source and make you unlike Him. It makes you believe that He is like what you think you have become, for no one can conceive of his Creator as unlike himself.” ~ A Course in Miracles