We are all, in a sens, idolaters of this recent western cultural artifact called "shamanism"; we love, we cherish, we dedicate our self to it, but as much as we get involve, so little we have something to do with the original, indigenous shamanism; we've created a lie, an illusion and we keep doing it just because this is how our culture works... you don't practice shamanism to sell it and to achieve personal transformation, shamanism it happens to be practiced because the world has unmanageable situations and because life is precarious and unforeseeable , because some people (the shamans) are forced to talk to the spirits and to heal the sick people... they are not doing it for fun or for them, they are doing it because there are some forces beyond them that affects them. I'm not speaking about the "real" shamans, it does not matter this point of view, it only matters our illusion, our lie, our self-limitation. This is what I want to know about and I want to fight against.
My point is that the only accurate perspective or maybe the only "right" place of shamanism in our culture, can be found in the scholarly literature of ethnology, sociology, anthropology, psychology and history of religion, but not as a proclamation of scientific objectivity of our powerful western culture, but because this is the only really "fair" usage of this cultural artifact called "shamanism", meaning - the only aspect of our shamanic intelligibility that is not intentionally mixing indigenous culture with western culture, that is just acquiring information. I'm interested in scholarly literature at its most psychological or subjective (read it "weak") level, as a culture who tries not to conquer, to engulf another culture but just to understand it.
Note: this is an important shift of my search. Perhaps this blog will die or will become something else.
03.02.2009
I'm returning to this blog and leave it as it is, it's ok as it is...
I'll add some more links at the bottom.
30.12.2009
Ieri am trecut pe la librarie din intimplare si am gasit "Shaman - Spiritul plantelor (Căile străvechi de vindecare a sufletului) de Ross Heaven & Howard G. Charing. Nu cunosc autorii, insa mi-a dat un feeling revigorant (cautam mai de demult ceva asemanator) si, uitându-ma mai atent, am vazut ca introducerea era facuta de Pablo Amaringo, apoi am gasit si un citat de T. Mckenna. Am cumparat-o, iar seara tirziu am inceput sa ii citesc primele pagini. Am fost lovit de asemanarea mesajului de la sfirsitul introducerii lui P. Amaringo cu strigatul lui Flavio din finalul filmului "The Shamans of the Amazon": "Eu ,Pablo, spun tuturor celor ce traiesc in Amazonia si in celalalte paduri ale lumii ca trebuie sa iubeasca plantele pamintului lor si tot ce se afla acolo!". (Textele celor 2 autori se fac patrunse de aceasta chemare, cred ca ele sunt niste marturii valoroase ale atitudinii cvazisamanice. Urmeaza sa ma dumiresc mai bine citindu-le...)
Oricum ideea esta ca s-a trezit din nou imboldul de a-mi oglindi cumva cautarile.
Intradevar exista o teorie sau o filosofie dupa care ma ghidez si pe care o dezvolt insa nu prea se potriveste cu gindul de a urmarii constructia unui proiect intelectual, de a ma absorbi munci de a o redacta intr-un limbaj exegetic; deoarece, in acelasi timp cred in altceva mai mult decit in proprietatea intelectuala occidentala sau in modelul intelectualului modern, considerind ca de fapt toate cautarile si teoriile mele tin de o intelepciune ce depaseste propria-mi persoana si care vibreaza in sufletul si mintea oricarui om. Vreau sa disipez tot ceea ce ma incearca si ma formeaza, cautarile si asertiuniile mele personale, vreau sa fiu cuprins de aceasta intelepciune si ea sa se perpetueze prin gindurile mele, nu vreau sa o prind, sa o bat in cuie si sa arat cu degetul spre ea, cit pot, prin ceea ce fac si spun las sa se oglindeasca gindurile si credinta mea ca si cum as scrie o carte.
Lupta impotriva curentului inertial a ceea ce trebuie sa faci...
About
This is the log of a
work in progress. I'm tryning to keep here acount of all my quasi-shamanic inspiration -
the medium - so, please, do keep in mind that
these posts are in fact the actual WORK that some day will be presented as a finished work -
the message - (I hope it will be a book, but I certanly see this only as a last "bagage" that I have to throw away to free myself).
You can email me at -mariustoica_at_gmail_ dot_ com- for any question or opinion that you might have regarding my work.
Some info about myself: My name is Marius Stoica, I live in Timisoara (Romania), I'm 27 years old. Next week I'll get merried and my wife is pregnant in 4 months :) I've studied philosophy with an emphasis on contemporary french philosphy and some on phenomenology. In fact, I'm pretty influenced by authors like Battaille, Deleuze, Husserl or Marc Richir. I also don't like corporatism and imperialism and I try to resist to all the crap that the world is more and more filled in.
8 September 2007----------------
Trecem la modul freestyle
7 Octombrie 2008
2 comments:
Inca nu mi-am pus gandurile in ordine si abia am inceput sa citesc cartea Shaman-Spiritul plantelor (cumparata de Marius), dar cu ocazia asta mi-a amintit cate ceva de viata mea.
Citind cartea aveam impresia ca tarsc dupa mine o greutate enorma pe care cine stie de cand am acumult-o,s-a adunat imperceptibil si pe furis, in tot timpul pe care l-am petrecut departe de gradina bunicii mele, de plambarile in padure, de grija pentru plantele de acasa.
Si mi-am aminit ca fiind copil puneam rasaduri, le tine-am la mine in camera le urmaream cu cresc, apoi le platam in gradina, plantaj flori in ghivece, desenam plantele din gradina si petreceam foarte mult timp analizand plantele din gradina... Asta pentru ca bunica mea toata viata ei a iubit florile, era o pasiune a ei, avea o gradina speciala pentru flori si avea grija de ele, aduna seminte (si acum face asta doar ca locuieste cu mama mea), le astepta timpul, si apoi ma chema sa le vad inflorite, imi tot zicea cand mai vorbeam cu ea la telefon ca a inflorit una sau alta si ar trebui sa vad, iar eu ma intrebam ca ce motive ar avea ea sa fie asa de preocupata pentru flori, sa munceasca atat pentru ele doar sa le vada acolo, multicolore la ea in gradina.
Citind cartea asta totul incepe sa aibe sens.
Acum imi lipseste enorm gradina ei.
acum avem gradina noastra... ;)
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