12/07/2025
In a weeks time, 7 huge hearted and slightly crazy souls will be ...voluntarily I might add....descending on a year longs journey in the Underworld to continue to forge their Bhodiccita and strengthen commitment to their shamanic path.....
Here at BeShamanic we teach Sacred Action, Discernment, and the End of Pretending
There comes a time on the spiritual path—not at the beginning, not at the peak, but somewhere deep in the muddy middle—when you realise this simple truth:
None of this matters until you remember what does.
We’ve all been there.
Lost in the labyrinth of rituals, revelations, opinions, and downloads.
One moment, decoding galactic light codes.
The next, debating the karmic implications of gluten.
Crystals on our chest.
Sage in our pocket.
Phurba by the bed.
But the question echoes like a drum in the soul:
Have you loved anyone today?
Not from your altar.
Not from your insight.
But from your feet.
From your breath.
From your battered, beautiful, human heart.
At BeShamanic, we do not escape the world—we walk into it.
We enter the underworld not for thrill, but to bring back medicine.
We do not transcend the body. We inhabit it fully.
We do not bypass the pain. We bear witness to it.
You can recite the mantra of Padmasambhava while someone cries in front of you.
But if your mantra doesn’t make you more tender,
you've missed the point.
If your ancestral wisdom hasn’t made you more generous—
try again.
If your drumbeat doesn’t lead you to someone else’s fire—
you're just making noise...
Every belief, every sacred symbol, every piece of esoteric knowledge is only as holy as what it births through you.
Ask yourself, sincerely:
Did I feed anyone today?
Did I listen without fixing?
Did I kneel beside someone I once judged and say, “You are not alone”?
Or did I walk past suffering cloaked in spiritual detachment?
Discernment without compassion is just spiritual ego.
Awareness without action is just performance.
You are not here to "be right."
You are here to be real.
BeShamanic teaches that the path is not about escaping the human mess.
It is about learning to carry your medicine through it.
The broken world does not need more mystics hiding in metaphor.
It needs mystics who walk barefoot into the market,
who sit with the grief others are too frightened to touch,
who know the Otherworld
but still offer tea to the cold stranger on this one.
We say:
"Spirit without skin is a ghost. Skin without Spirit is a co**se.
You were born to be both—alive, and awake."
We are not held captive by dark forces or wicked governments or demonic systems nearly as much as we are by our own comfort.
By our avoidance.
By our curated beliefs.
By the cages we decorate.
You do not need to be rescued. You need to remember.Remember that real love acts.
It doesn’t theorise.
It doesn’t pontificate.
It wraps its arms around the dying,
shares bread with the forgotten,
and weeps with the world while it heals.
This is what it means to be shamanic.This is what it means to walk between the worlds. You will not find your liberation in another lineage, another code, another past-life identity.
You will find it here:
In the beggar's eye.
In the addict’s story.
In the criminals shame.
In the raw, trembling silence that follows a true act of giving.
Your medicine is not what you know.
It’s what you do with it. The world does not need more “light.”
It needs lamps that move.
And it sure as hell doesn’t need more arguments about light vs dark.
It needs you.
Awake. Accountable. Ablaze.
If you did nothing else today—
no ritual, no journaling, no breathwork, no yoga...
Ask yourself:
Did I make this world even slightly less cruel for someone who has less than me?
If not—don’t collapse into shame.
Just begin again.
Tomorrow is sacred too.
And remember:
Spirituality divorced from reality is just another drug.
But spirituality married to action?
That’s revolution.
That’s awakening.
That’s BeShamanic.
You were not born to echo someone else’s truth.
You were not born to sit in a cage and call it clarity.
You were born to burn—
with love, with grief, with presence.
You are the medicine.
Walk out of your own cage, and leave the door wide open.
Then sit down on the roadside of this wild world,
and wait for the next soul who forgot their name.
And whisper to them, with muddy hands and holy eyes:
“Welcome home. You are not alone. Let’s walk.”
If you're looking to Fly with the Raven, then Stalk the Underworld with the Wolf, get in touch....could be the craziest thing you ever did🙄😎🤣🤯
