The world of the shamanist is one spent between two worlds, those of humans and those of other beings. There are many types of beings. Some are related to humans; others are not. There are nature spirits and entities that do not rightly belong in our world, only existing in the wildest fantasy and nightmares. All walk through the shamanist's experience. Are these beings foreign to the rest of humanity? Are they aberrations to the mundane world? There is a place where the mundane person shares the shamanist's experience.
Our childhoods are the gateway to the shamanist's companions. There was a time that we knew what the elders only seem to know. The animals talked. The trees offered presents. The monsters were real, inviting the adventurous to take boat rides to faraway places. Magick was expected. Happy endings were possible. Our young selves knew this. The world was alive and responded to our wishes. Adults seem to have forgotten these very special things.
Is there a gateway that can take the ignorant adults back to this knowledge? Can we remember the companionship we had with shamanist's associates? There is one way. The incredible irony is that we adults create this pathway, and then forget we do so. What is magical place? Simple, it is children's books.
Children's books present worlds of shamanic reality. Humans are minority in a world full of animals and a multitude of fantastic beings. The non-humans walk, talk, dance, fight, read, run, love, count, shout, hide, swim, climb, question and LEARN. There is friendship instead of strife, potential instead of rules, and lessons instead of restrictions. The worlds available to the reader are reminders of what we knew. They are mirrors to what the shamanist knows to be the true reality.
Are there hardships in the shamanist's world? Sure. The shamanist heals the wounded. Harmony is restored to corruption. This facilitation must have some aiding touchstone to maintain balance to the shamanist's heart. I say that the children's stories, those that entertained us when we were young, are now available to heal us as adults and shamanists. The shamanist's obstacles fade in the soothing balm of the tales of the past.
Comments on this topic are much appreciated... I would love to hear other's views on the obscured shamanic gateway of childhood.