October 10th, 2005
|02:03 pm - The self is like a diamond as big as the Ritz|
Reading Cosmic Trigger, I came down with something. It's one of those things about RAW's work: it's got infectious ideas. I may not be convinced that these ideas are good, but they certainly resonate.
Anyway, RAW partitions off his personality into several facets. He seems to define them by a captialized word: Shaman, Skeptic, Mystic, and Poet.
I never planned to pick this up. At some point, though, probably about two or four months ago, I started doing this. I talk about things, though, I've begun to slip into this (rather useful) method of describing what's going on.
The Magician, for instance, is the one who has no fear, who laughs. He's not as strong as he used to be, but he's my first line of defense when things go wrong. He tests the waters when he knows there are pirhanas in the river, dances with tentacles, and sings in the rain.
The Shaman rarely bothers to come out, but his interest is perked by certain things. He's never been a big part of me, really. Well, not since I realized that DJ Conway was full of more shit than anyone I'd ever read.
The Scholar cuts through the bullshit, and is probably half the reason that the Shaman went into hiding. The Scholar pointed out early on that Shamanism has no place in Celtic religion as I practice it, and so the Shaman decided he wasn't going to be very important either. These pieces can fight it out, too, and sometimes come to understandings.
The Historian is slightly different than the Scholar, and he gets hung up on little hour-long documentaries on the Falkland Islands war, recreating and reenacting things in an accurate manner, and any map that shows troop movements (regardless of battle or time period).
The Priest turned tail and hid recently. He's afraid of coming out. Of all the roles that are played within me, this one has had the hardest time with everything recently. Gods, I want him back.
There are other parts of me, more complicated and less complicated parts. But for now, this is a good start.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Everybody's On the Run", -JB
Shamanism is, im my opinion, an overused term. It belongs to a specific ethnic culture, and I've always believed that while similarities exist between cultures, I believe that this is tied to the way the human body works, not to any similarity in culture.
Beyond that, though, shamanistic practices have little relevance to the Celtic world. I've yet to see anything that really shows that the Celts had any sort of active shamanism going on. While there are some things that may match up with various shamanistic practices, they are decidedly rare, and often require some creative stretching in order to reach their goal of proving "shamanism". The most commonly cited example is the bull-skin dream diviniation, but I've yet to really see the evidence as any sort of real proof of "shamanism". So, in general, it doesn't really fit into my primary paradigm, and so has been mostly dropped from my worldview (several people will, in fact, note that the term "Celtic Shamanism" makes my skin crawl).
Regarding the Priest, well, he was doing well for a while. Events in the past two months, though, have sent him packing. I can't quite explain it. But he's reappearing every so often.
Well, I don't know if I could call certain things "very slightest of things", personally. A couple of things have shaken me down to the very core recently.
But regarding the Priest, there are specific things that will drive him back. The primary thing here is that he's no longer sure I'm preistly material. At least, not right now. Maybe three or four months from now, but certainly not today. It's a combination of events and circumstances.