This is a continuation of a series of experiential journeys I am sharing. My goal is to share what it is like to explore your inner world through the dream-like state of shamanic journeying. And perhaps the wisdom that is uncovered will have merit for you as well. You’ll find the first journey here.
This experiential journey is with hippopotamus.
I met with Thoth as the train whistle blew outside… with the sound of the train rushing by, we both ran and hopped on, walking along the top of the train cars. Thoth was dressed like Zorro but without the hat and mask. There was a large cartoon-like hippo with us, walking upright and wearing a short pink tutu. Somehow this train got us to Egypt.
The train stopped and we jumped off. As I followed Thoth down the path, I could feel the dampness of the grass, its texture under my feet.
Thoth took my hand and I noticed I was smaller, a young girl of 5 or 6. In my other hand, I carried the cartoon hippo, which had also shrunk, to the size of a doll or stuffed animal.
We arrived at the gate, each side guarded by an intensely colored flamingo. These birds seemed much larger than I was. Thoth took me down to the water’s edge and helped me into a huge lotus flower. The blossom seemed to close around me like a cocoon. If I stood on my tip toes, I could peek over the top to see more realistic looking hippos and the natural beauty of the river my lotus was floating in.
I slid through the bottom of the lotus into the water. I felt like I was being caressed by the heartbeat of the water. Or was it the heartbeat of the hippos? Or the Earth? Or perhaps the Universe itself? It was a warm, comforting, peaceful place.
As I followed the lotus roots down further, I saw my head naturally armored, like a horned lizard, then it transformed into a wolf head. I went de, and saw my mother as a young woman, full of energy and a zest for life. Then I am inside her… briefly before… I am standing beside her death bed. Her breath is strained, and she looks weak, but her eyes are alive with fear. I reach out and hold her hand, soothing her, helping her as she is born into a new reality. (I was not present at my mother’s passing—yet today, if felt so real; I felt like I had helped her in her death, like she had helped me in my birth.) Our roles had reversed.
I wondered what will become of me without my mother’s heartbeat to sustain me and comfort me during this birthing experience…
I then come to the point in the journey where it’s time to forgive others for any unresolved hurts. A few faces flash by but I do not recognize any of them – it’s almost like they are watching me, rather than coming for forgiveness. I hear a voice telling me that it is me I need to forgive…
As it’s time to return and I come back through time, I am floating on a large inner tube, out to the bay where I connect with Taweret, the ancient Egyptian goddess that oversees childbirth. She opens her mouth to reveal a large luminescent pearl she gives me as a gift. I slide it into my body at the thymus. I gift her with one of my husband’s beautiful wooden word sculptures – gratitude.
Next thing I am with Thoth. He is sitting, very laid back and relaxed, on the earth, cleaning a very thin saber. Thoth tells me that my mother’s heartbeat is with me always, on a different level or dimension, that it is woven into the very fabric of the Universe, that it is part of the magnetic resonance of the heart, as all of our heart beats are. He tells me that birth and death are the same, part of the very cycle of life. His message to me was that it is always myself that I need to forgive, rather than others.