Walks With Thunder Non-Traditional Shaman
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Profile
- Relationship Status:
- Single
- Age
- 50
- Country
- USA
- Astrological Sign
- 1-26-58
- About Me:
- WalksWithThunder is Shaman Born. His grandfather was a Shaman for the Caddo tribe, as was his father before him. He has been able to see Grandfather Spirits since the age of two, and could bi-locate (literally in two places at once) at fourteen. "I didn't know those things were special. I thought everyone could do it, and you know I was right. The classes I teach are based on this. I have been on the Red Road a long time – before I even knew there was a Red Road". He lives a spiritually pure life, abstaining from alcohol and tobacco (except for occasional ceremony), doesn't drink coffee and uses no recreational pharmaceuticals. "I didn't learn the way of the Shaman from another Shaman. The Spirits teach me gently when I sleep."
Walks With Thunder teaches many classes throughout the Puget Sound Region. "My beginner’s classes help many take control of the "gifts” we possess, opening the suppressed power of our lives that sets some apart from the norm. When you take control of your own hidden powers, you don't have to be victims any longer." Walks With Thunder lives his life according to what he teaches. He is powerful in what he teaches and how he lives his life. "Everyone can do what I do. Just like the Spirits who teach me, I can't keep a good thing to myself. Come learn with me!"
- Website:
- http://www.walkswiththunder.com
- Beliefs / Practices
- Spiritual but not Religious, Shaman
- Hobbies
- Healing, Reading, Shamanic Work, getting shot in the butt by my pal Andrea at Halo 3, Teaching, Playing Halo3 with my son, living life, and enjoying it.
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(347) 324-5109
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Epode V – The Witch’s Incantation
Horace
‘By all the heavenly gods that rule the world, And command the human race,
What does this hubbub mean, and all these savage Faces, turned towards me alone?
By your children, if Lucina came when called To assist at their proper birth,
By these worthless rags of purple clothing, I pray, By Jupiter who will condemn this,
Tell me why you gaze at me like my stepmother, Or a beast pursued by the spears?’
When the lad, who lamented with trembling lips Stood silent, stripped of a boy’s insignia,
His youthful body such a one as might soften The impious hearts of Thracians:
Canidia, those blunt vipers entangled In her head of dishevelled hair,
Ordered wild fig-trees, ripped from the sepulchres, With funereal cypresses,
With the feathers and eggs of nocturnal screech-owls All smeared with the blood of vile toads,
With herbs that Iolchos and Iberia, fertile In poisons nurture for us,
And bones snatched from the jaws of a hungry bitch, All to be burnt in Colchian flames.
Meanwhile eager Sagana, sprinkled water From Avernus all through the house,
Hair fierce and bristling, like a spiny sea-urchin, Or like a wild-boar in the chase.
And Veia, unrestrained by sign of conscience, Was digging the earth, with a sturdy
Mattock, while groaning hard over her labours, So the lad, buried to his neck,
His face showing like a swimmer’s, chin touching The surface of the water,
Might die staring at food, brought and taken away Two or three times each endless day:
This so his marrow and liver, extracted, then Dried, might form a love potion,
When his eyeballs, fixed on the meal he was denied, Had shrivelled all to nothingness.
Idle Naples, and every neighbouring town, Believed that the mannish wanton,
Folia of Ariminium was also Present as one of that number,
Who spirits away the stars with Thessalian Charms, and steals the moon from the sky.
Then savage Canidia, gnawing a long nail With livid tooth, what did she say
What did she not say? ‘Oh, faithful witnesses Of my actions, you, Night,
And you, Diana, who are the queen of silence, Where our secret rites are performed,
Now, aid me now, now, turn your anger and power Against the houses of my foes!
While wild beasts lie in the fearsome woods, Wrapped in the sweetest slumber,
Let Subura’s dogs bark at the old adulterer, He whom everyone laughs at,
Who’s smeared with the ointment that my hands prepared, And never more perfectly.
What happened? Why have barbarous Medea’s dire Potions failed to work, those with which
She took vengeance on that proud paramour, great Creon’s daughter, then fleeing,
When the gift of a robe steeped in poisoned blood, Engulfed the new-made bride in flames?
And yet no root or herb that may grow secretly In wild places eluded me.
He is sleeping there between perfumed sheets Forgetful of mistresses. Alas! He walks at liberty, freed by the charms
Of some clever enchantress! O Varus, doomed to a life heavy with weeping,
By use of no common potion Will you return to me, nor will your devotion
Be revived by Marsian spells. I’ll prepare something stronger, a stronger dose I’ll pour,
That will counter your disdain, And sooner shall the sky sink under the sea,
With all the earth spread over both, Than you not burn with passion for me, just like
Bitumen with its smoky flame.’ Hearing this the boy no longer tried, as before,
To mollify the impious, But uncertain how best to break the silence,
Uttered Thyestean curses: ‘Your magic spells can’t alter right and wrong, or
Avert human retribution. I’ll pursue you with terrors: no sacrifice
Will expiate my dark threats. Even when, doomed to death, I expire, I’ll come
To you as a Fury by night, A shadow whose crooked claws will tear your faces
With the Manes’ divine power, And settling myself in your unquiet hearts, I’ll drive sleep out with terror.
The crowd will crush you, obscene old hags, pelting you With stones from every side:
And then the wolves and birds of the Esquiline, Will scatter your unburied limbs,
And my parents, who will alas survive me, shall Not miss a moment of that sight
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I wanted to write and tell you that I enjoyed the small video clip on Healing with Energy.
Thanks,
It's Friday time to howl!!!
Have a great weekend!
Green Briar
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I love my freedom!
Have a beautiful weekend, my friend!
May the Sun, the Moon and the Stars bless you and all you love.
May Mother Earth cradle you in Her arms and protect you.
Love and Hugs,
Lisa aka Kallisto of Ancient
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