Seven years ago I was told by an intuitive that I was a Sangoma. A Sangoma is a traditional African Shaman who reads bones like tarots, uses sound emissions and channels their ancestors to heal. This was ridiculous to me but also resonated as truth. When I contacted official sites, I was told the same thing. They assumed I was African. "No" I told them, "I am a white woman from New York". Another point that was funny at the time, is that for some strange reason, I collected wish bones. So I had a tiny stash of bones that I valued. Coincidence right? There was another very specific prerequisite to being a Sangoma. Part of the training was to hover at the brink of death, but then to thrive. Five years ago, April 1st, I survived a year of imprisonment and seven months of starvation by an imbalanced individual. I came back to this world half gone. I was having bed spins and could hardly walk that last morning but my spirit guides supported my journey home. They were building me of in the dream state for weeks to walked out of that experience as if I had the free will all along to leave. It took 5 years to heal. It seems that the Ancestors were advanced souls that realized life in the future would be challenging at times. They had the foresight to implement a specific healing connection between them and their future selves. It may be partly why I so easily can dance along timelines and tap into any era necessary. Because of my experiences, I am comfortable owning the title of Sangoma.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 11:50:45 +0000
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