I'd never heard of of a bat shaman in 2010, when I was getting pounded on bigpinekey.com's popular Coconut Telegraph public forum, for claiming angels known in the Bible had grabbed me many years prior and had turned me every which a way but loose, upside down and inside out, which had changed my views of just about everything.
When I reported all of that on my blog, goodmorningfloridakeys.com (no longer existence), a regular reader amiga in Key West emailed me from Peru, where she and her husband were vacationing, that they had learned down there that the most revered shaman is the bat shaman, who can see in the dark.
I lived in Boulder, Colorado for a while. When new people visited my 3rd wife and me at our home, they eventually got around to asking me what I did, as in, what was my line of work? I nodded to my wife, who told them, "Sloan's the mailman." If they looked puzzled, or asked what she meant?, she said, "He delivers the message. I don't now how he does it, but he can see through buildings and around corners."
That had began in August 1988, after I received a phone call from a woman in Maine, who said she had found my book, Kill ALL THE LAWYERS? A Client's Guide to Hiring, Firing, Using and Suing Lawyers, in her local library. I was the only lawyer who could help her! I said I no longer practiced law. She said she was really stressed out by her legal matter, perhaps she would see a spiritual counselor. I said sometimes I did spiritual counseling, would she like to tell me about her legal trouble and we approach it spiritually? She said, ok.
She told me about it. As if a light switch was thrown, I asked her who in her legal saga this person reminded her of, who that person reminded her of, who another person reminded her of. She named someone every time. Someone really important in her life. She was freaked out. I was freaked out. We saw her legal wrangle mirrored back to her really important unfinished business with really important people in her life. Had she gotten a traditional lawyer to help her, she would have missed the spiritual points altogether.
From that day forward, I was able to see things in ways I had never seen things before. I thought I was hot shit. The angels, who had thrown the light switch, then proceeded to throw another light switch and elucidated my ignorance of myself. Their names are known in the Bible. Although I was raised in Christendom, I did not then attend church and did not view myself as a Christian. Nor do I today, although I don't know when I'm ever not in church.
Here's how my relationship with the angels began and foretold my becoming a bat shaman.
In late 1985, I quit practicing law in Birmingham, Alabama and moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico with my 2nd wife, a very talented artist. I plunged into the New Age and other spiritual arenas, and went to massage school, where, and elsewhere in Santa Fe, I was challenged many times about pointing the finger away from me, instead of looking inside of me.
Our marriage was failing, and my wife and I separated. I was trying to make a go as a massage therapist and healer, and was training in craniosacral therapy, taught by John Upledger, an osteopathic doctor, in West Palm Beach, Florida. I was studying other healing disciplines. Yet none of that was fixing what was messed up inside of me.
The move to Santa Fe had not changed anything.
Out of bright ideas, at the end of my rope, feeling I had failed in all ways a man could fail, in early January 1987, my 45th year, I prayed one morning in my apartment, "Dear God, I do not want to die like this, failed. Please help me ... I offer my life to human service."
I had met a woman and on weekends was staying over at her home in Los Alamos, across the desert from Santa Fe. She was a biologist, working in a lab that was experimenting with using plants to soak up the awful toxins produced by the other labs at Los Alamos.
About ten days after making the prayer, in wee hours, perhaps 2 am, I woke up and saw two spirit beings shaped like white shifts hovering above me in the darkness. I heard plainly, "This will push you to your limits, but you asked for it and we are going to give it to you." I remembered the prayer I had made. I saw a white flash and was physically and otherwise jolted by something electrical. That happened two more times. All in about 15 seconds. The two beings dissolved into the darkness.
My new girlfriend lying beside me in her bed asked me what was going on? I asked if she had seen or heard anything? She said she had seen my body lurching. I asked if she had seen or heard the angels? She said, no. I told her what had happened. She laughed, said, "Let's go back to sleep, you strange man."
Little did I then know just how truly hard I would be pushed to my limits, and beyond any limits I thought I had.
I began to get glimpses of it after I moved from Santa Fe to Boulder, to take the Hakomi body psychotherapy training. That's where I met my 3rd wife, who told people I was the mailman. Hakomi is an ancient Hopi word no longer in use, which means, "How do I stand in relation to all these many realms?
I spent the rest of the 1980s in Boulder, writing THE HIGH LEGAL ROAD: A New Approach to Legal Problems, and Prisons & Freedom, which was considerably deeper. The angels used the writing process and people who edited the books to force me to take repeated long hard looks at myself in the mirror.
In the spring of 1991, a dark night of the soul arrived. I continued writing and struggling.
In the fall of 1993, the heavens opened to me. All sorts of beautiful phenomena came to me from out of the darkness.
The dark night lifted in June 1995 after I had three spontaneous visions in a few days' time.
I again felt I was hot shit.
The Boulder phase suddenly and roughly ended. I moved back to Birmingham in the fall of 1995, feeling like shit and hoping I still was hot shit.
I got with another woman, whom I knew somewhat and had dreamed of before coming back to Alabama.
We did some traveling, as I felt like I was slipping into an abyss.
We came back to Birmingham, and I kept slipping.
Then, in two days's time, a horrific a black night of the soul engulfed me, which made the dark night seem like heaven.
I felt like half my brain had died.
I was suicidal every day for 16 months.
The new woman was the unfortunate witness to that.
The black night began to lift after she and I separated in mid-1997.
The angels started healing grisly stuff in me, which no human method had come close to discovering lived inside of me. Some of the healing was terrifying.
In early 2000, I was sent by the angels into the world, to get to work.
There was little, if any, interest in what I could see, hear, sense, feel, or of being helped, advised, corrected and steered by angels.
Over 20 years later, that has not changed, and the angels are still running me.
Although many think I'm batshit crazy, along the way I met a few people having similar experiences with angels, and I know one person today, who is being turned inside out and upside down and every which a way but loose by angels known in the Bible.
He is not a church person, either - unless you consider he doesn't know when he's ever not in church.
sloanbashinsky@yahoo.com
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