Journey to Deer Dancer Ranch
In late April I attended a shamanic retreat at Deer Dancer Ranch in South Texas. About 40 people joined us from the U.S., and a lovely lady brought her presence from the rainforest of Brazil. We either camped out on the 500-acre ranch, or lodged in the bunkhouse. The ranch was filled with a lot of animals including buffalo. They roamed pm acreage near the entry of the ranch (and a number of baby calves had just been born), and there were a couple varieties of deer as well. The land boasted several huge meadows, a lake and lots of open space. The owners and their friends had worked hard to restore the land to its natural state (people had actually used this place as a dumping ground and when the owners purchased it, it was covered in tires and beer cans).
Hanging in the Bunkhouse
“The most reliable way to understand Jesus is deeply to connect with his landscape… I would love to visit there [the Galilee] one day… I would love to speak with the eco-scape that sprouted him… The Great Return is deeply tied to humans’ returning to be participants in landscape” – From The Galilean Shaman 2.0, Dr. Will Taegel.
One afternoon in the bunkhouse, several ladies gathered while Sarah spoke about her dissertation. Since I met Sarah at the 2012 Garrison Institute dissertation intensive, I felt enthusiastic about her topic on ethics. When it sounded as though she might not proceed with her dissertation, I felt even more drawn into the conversation.
“What are you looking for?” she questioned herself in the context of her dissertation journey.
Those words triggered a story in my mind. She paused and I spoke up.
“When Mary was sitting in the garden outside the cave where Jesus was buried,” I began.
Sarah gave me the eye and I gestured for her to wait. Apparently, the rest of the ladies did the same. Since she knew me from the Garrison Institute intensive, she resigned to sit attentively and listen.
“Mary noticed that the cave stone entry was open. Inside, she saw two angels along with a gardener. She had been feeling destitute after her Jesus had died, and confused since he was no longer buried in the cave. She was teary-eyed and the gardener asked her, ‘Why are you sad? What are you looking for… Mary?’
As soon as the gardener spoke her name, Mary instantly recognized him as Jesus. Hearing her name woke her up.”
By this time in the bunkhouse, Sarah and the other ladies were fully attentive.
“Jesus didn’t answer any of Mary’s questions, did he? It was the feeling she had when he spoke her name that was important.”
A day later when we were waiting to greet the last quester upon his return to the tribe, Sarah and I had another conversation. In the meantime, she had spoken with Dr. Carolyn about her dissertation progress. Apparently, the financial part of it had been worrisome. But, Dr. Carolyn and Lynda had figured out a way for Sarah to continue her dissertation journey. Sarah felt excited about using a special study that she had recently created for a group of ladies as a fundamental part of her dissertation.
“You showed up just to deliver that message to me,” Sarah said. “You can go now!” she teased me.
I felt happy that the Easter story I had just read found such a fertile landing place in Sarah’s heart. Did the field inspire me to read the story during my journey from Washington to Texas? Did the field arrange for me to present it in the bunkhouse just at the right moment to connect the words, “What are you looking for?”
One field inspired each piece of this connection. Are they connected eco-fields? How does this work? Perhaps this is a living example of non-locality. Henry Stapp, arguably one of our more important living scientists, states that non locality is “the most profound discovery in all science.” – From Taegel, The Mother Tongue: Intimacy in the Eco-Field.
“… the ancient shamans, like the newer quantum scientists, knew that the underlying fields pass information aimed at the evolution of the total landscape [of which we are all a part]” – From The Mother Tongue: Intimacy in the Eco-Field.
During a trip to India, I learned an important related lesson. During the plane ride home, I received a sacred gift from a fellow journeyer. It was a handkerchief that held special meaning. I realized that once you embark on a sacred journey or quest, it begins and ends at your doorstep. Perhaps the Easter story read, remembered and retold across multiple eco-fields is teaching us the same lesson. What do you think?