We Are All Shamans
I’m in the midst of creating a meditation course.
It’s called We Are All Shamans, and it’ll help you tap into your own shamanic abilities in a period of 4 weeks.
I have a standing weekly appointment with my marketing coach Kass on Monday mornings at 9am to help me through the process of building and launching it. Every week we discuss what I’ve actually done and decide what I’ll work on for the next week (AKA: My homework).
…I am the same person I was in high school.
I still do my homework 40 minutes before class starts.
In high school this often meant an intricate set of timing patterns where I did homework in one class for the class happening next period.
Pretty sure I had a nightmare about this recently involving history homework I knew nothing about for Mrs. Bennett’s class.
At 8:20 this morning I opened my computer and began to write the first chapter of a book I was supposed to write the first two chapters of, and submit for editing, over the last week.
But every time I got excited to do it and sat down at my computer to write I completely ditched it with nothing of note on the page…all the way up to 8:20am this morning, when I wrote a full chapter, starting with this (editing happened with Kass at about 9:12am):
Book Draft
We Are All Shamans
I was sitting naked in a wood-fired hot tub in Hawaii when the man sitting next to me pointed out that I could see and talk to my dead grandmother, who also happened to die before I was born.
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The very next evening I helped someone else interact with and release the spirits of two bullies that had been haunting him since elementary school.
Since then I’ve discovered that every human I’ve engaged with can see, hear, or feel a connection with God, their relatives that have passed on, their ancestors before them, the trees, their dog, their cat, and the rocks underneath their house that they’re living in.
The best part for marketing though is completely factual -
- this morning I sat down at 8:15 and spent 5 minutes doing exactly what I’m writing about in this book, to bring people back in communication with the weird, illogical world they’ve been taught to lose touch with. The world of a shaman.
I did an exercise I’m writing about in the book, and 5 minutes later I banged out a full chapter in less than 40 minutes which received literally just the one edit you see above and the rest received a good “solid.”
There’s reason to believe that if I had sat down for that 5 minutes any time earlier in the week I wouldn’t have had to relive my high school study habits so accurately.
But man, writing with pressure is hard. It’s also helpful and necessary for me.
I’ve been having trouble lately with having confidence that I can have a positive impact.
To the point that I’m about to move about 30 minutes north of San Diego to a town called Escondido largely because I am sure I can make a positive impact on the man and the dirty apartment I’ll be living with. I answered a Craiglist ad for an invalid 76-year-old looking for someone to be around in case his caregivers don’t show up or call out. Having never left his bed for the last 11 years, I can be sure that the apartment didn’t get filthy through any fault of his own. I cleaned what will be my bathroom last week and the energy in the place is beginning to shift.
So I’ll have factual, consistent-in-my-face evidence of doing some good in the world.
And I’ll also work on this course guidebook on shamanic meditation, and probably work at Trader Joe’s or something up in Escondido.
I’m now three chapters in with some notes for an Appendix with resources from many of the people I’ve been positively influenced by over the years and cheat sheets for the meditation.
All that to say, my 5-minute per day Meditation Course, “We Are All Shaman’s” is coming very soon.
Thanks for being here for the ride.