I come from a long lineage in this lifetime as my grandmother
immigrated to America from her gypsy clan to evade
persecution as a young girl. Imagine her mother and father
trying to scrape up the money needed to buy her a ticket on
an ocean liner ( in the lowest part of the boat) so they
could send her away to a place they had never been and never
see her again. That is how much they loved their daughter.
That is how badly my gypsy clan was being persecuted. Imagine
this young girl spending 4 weeks huddled with sick strangers
going somewhere she knew nothing about.

She clung to her
knowledge and heritage of gypsy Shamanism. It became hugely
important to her life and to her well being. Even there on
the ship she used her skills to bring healing to the other
passengers who spoke many foreign languages and came from
many other countries. I watched my Grandmother practice
shamanism all my life. The knock on the door and the freshly
prepared meal that would come with it. My grandmother always
gave her healing away. She never charged anyone and would
only graciously accept whatever offerings grateful patients
would donate.


She always was laughing. Everything was such a joy to her and
her grandchildrem were her precious jewels. She would spend
hours twirling my long hair into beautiful curls. As she
twined her hands through my locks she would tell me the
stories, the metaphors that were the key to understanding the
ways of the Shaman.


Later she would let me observe her work with her clients and
help her in preparation. I watched her keen sense of
observation as she would look at a person not just with
physical eyes but with her "other" eyes that could see beyond
the words being spoken into the heart of the truth. I
remember listening to the plights of her patients and
watching my grandmother take a totally different kind of
healing path that seemed unrelated to what the patient
said. My grandmother explained to me that what we think we
want on the outside may be a long way from what our spirit
needs.

Later as I studied with my friends who are Native Americans I learned that the totem animals of the medicine wheel also show a hidden spiritual quest behind the conscious wish. In my studies I found many things that my grandmother taught me were actually identical to the Shamanic practices of other cultures throughout time. The Celtic Shaman, The Native American Shaman, the Gypsy Shaman, the Inuit Shaman, the Japanese Shaman, the Incan Shaman all have the same knowledge! I find that amazing considering the separation of time and distance.

My grandmother put my feet firmly on the path of Shamanism and I have spent the last 50 years studying the many paths of Shamanism. I have travelled around the world and sat at the feet of some of the most important Shamanic healers of our day. I have learned that nothing is ours without knowledge, intent and emotional control. This is what I teach. This is what my grandmother taught me. She was a wise and incredibly loving woman. And I think the most precious thing she taught me was where love fits into Shamanism. Love is the key to Shamanic healing in any culture.

Shaman Elder Maggie Wahls

Traditional Znakharka or Shaman taught the ways of her family heritage from Russia and dedicating her life to teaching, healing and counseling.

 

Biography:

Traditional Shaman, teacher and healer, Maggie is a well beloved teacher of traditional Shamanic ways. She began her training at age 3, accomplished her first healing at age 5 and her first ecstatic journey at age 10. Her goal is to bring Shamanic healing to the world as it was given to all of us in the old days, full of self empowerment and joy. She has been counseling privately at no cost for over 30 years as part of her commitment to the world and teaches online courses to reach those who have no access to this healing way of life through her website at www.shamanelder.com. She has written a well received book, “Come Walk With  A Shaman: Letters From Students”.

 

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