On shame and collective shame surrounding spiritual gifts

On shame and collective shame surrounding spiritual gifts

I started practicing shamanism in the summer of 2013.

At the time, I was a graduate student, studying psychology (animal behavior, to be exact) and TAing experimental psychology.

My first child was a baby and I didn't really care about psychology, or my experiments, or any of it anymore. After I had her, I would come to campus when she was a baby (not maternity leave, I came back when she was 2 weeks old), and it really got me thinking about if I really liked what I was doing, and I didn't. I LOVED teaching, but in those months after she was born, I realized that I had only come to graduate school because that's what I felt I was supposed to do. I didn't know what I wanted to do, I just knew that this wasn't it.

Around that time, I received a reading from my sister, Amanda, where it was revealed that I had a shamanic healing gift. I didn't even know what shamanism was, besides some stereotype I'd created in my mind.

But nevertheless, I wasn't happy with my life and wanted a plan B, and this was it, even if it wasn't the life I planned!

So, in the evenings, after school, I started exploring it more and more. Learning more about it, practicing sensing energy, acquiring crystals and doing meditations with them over my third eye, trying to meditate, practicing on other people, trying to connect with spirit guides, all of it. Pretty much anything I could do in the 20-30 minute increments I had in the evenings after I got home from campus and before I needed to start my homework, research, stats analysis, grading, or whatever else grad school-y thing I was doing.

I was basically living a double life. It was SO uncomfortable. Go to campus during the day, teach about psychology experiments, do my own experiments, and sit in classes about neurogenetics. Then at night, come home and play energy worker. It was quite the dichotomy for me, and I felt like I was lying to everyone, because I kinda was.

I told no one. Like, no one. My husband and sister, and that's it. Everyone else, in the academic world, if they knew, it wasn't because I openly and proudly told them. (I had a blog then, so it wasn't a giant secret but I took steps to keep my identity semi-hidden.)

Truth is, I was ashamed of it and of myself.

I thought that what I was doing was weird and that what I should be doing was the only acceptable thing for me. I was embarrassed. And it was an entirely personal thing. OTHER PEOPLE in my life who did this, I thought it was cool and awesome and the most amazing thing ever, but for me, the programming ran deep and my brain could not accept this as acceptable for me.

I kept up with it and eventually left graduate school that fall after I'd completed my Master's Degree. When I left, I wasn't 100% honest about why. Only half honest and you can bet that I didn't tell anyone that I was leaving to go practice shamanism. NOPE.

Guys, I went on like this for FOUR YEARS. Hiding this part of myself.

I build a shamanism blog, a shamanic practice, and a whole business surrounding shamanism but I didn't tell anyone in real life what I did unless they pressed, and even then, I skirted around the issue, still ashamed.

All of the spiritual internets knew, but I was too ashamed to tell anyone in my real life.

I frequently found myself concerned about what people would think, especially people from my academic life, if they found out. (Spoiler alert, most people pretty much don't care and haven't judged me, and/or are spiritual themselves.)

On shame and collective shame surrounding spiritual gifts

Then, in 2017, 4 years later, I had the opportunity to go to Peru. I said yes. And I went, with the intention to finally heal and move past this shame.

I was afraid and ashamed to tell anyone I practiced shamanism, and it was uncomfortable to live still in the closet.

While in Peru, with teachers of Ayahuasca, Huachuma (San Pedro), Rapé, Cacao, Miguel, Jane, Guillaume, our whole group, and land, there was lots of puking and crying, and moments of clarity. But, when I came away from that trip, I felt an immense peace and okay-ness within myself. I was no longer ashamed of it, and I was fully able to let go of what I thought I was supposed to be.

I came away from the trip okay with who I am.

I realized that I had and HAVE a beautiful gift that was passed down to me through my ancestry, and that it would be sad if I chose to not share it because I was afraid. Through my work there, I helped clear generations of ancestral shame too.

Because guys, our shame is not just our own shame.

In part, it can be, but it can also be collective shame. The shame of the collective, of our ancestors, and of our families. IN ADDITION TO our own. (But is it really our own, since it's often programmed? I don't know, but moving on).

If you think about it, it's not all that surprising as spiritual gifts of any kind that are not attached to major religion have been closeted, shamed, and tabooed in this country, and others, culturally and socially, for hundreds if not thousands of years.

Persecution is real, and persecution of those with spiritual gifts is real. It's still happening for many.

Lots and lots of people still feel shame around these gifts. I know I am not the only one who doesn't tell people what their gifts are, who hides them, who skirts around the issue, who only lets select people know that they're "into" this.

It is a thing. If there could be one overarching commonality between people who are developing spiritually, it would be shame surrounding the gift. 

But now what?

If you know that you feel ashamed, or exhibit behaviors of shame (hiding, keeping it a secret, not telling people, etc.), ask yourself why? Who are you afraid of? Where is the shame coming from? Why is it there? Who said that you aren't acceptable as you are?

What about your ancestry or your immediate family, is there any shame surrounding there?

The answer is probably going to be YES.

Then, set your intention that you wish to heal the shame. Your shame, and the shame you carry via the collective and your ancestors, past, present, and future.

Your gifts are not only acceptable, but they are beautiful, and you incarnated with them for a reason. They are not shameful; you are not shameful.

It could take months to do the work, it could take years. It will take effort on your part. There will probably be crying, maybe even puking!, but it's possible.



xo,

Sarah








What happened to the old blog? What happens now?


What happened to the old blog? What happens now?

Hiiiiiiiii -

Where to begin?

It's been a weird year.

One year ago, in late August, I deleted the original blog that was formerly known as Sarah Petruno Shamanism.

Since then, I've answered or received the question, a million times - why did I delete it? Why couldn't I just let it stay as a resource? 

So, let's talk about it. Where it went and why it's not coming back in the same form that it was.

I can only tell a short portion of the story right now, without taking you back 20 years of my list history and integrating that with the part of my life that's currently unfolding.

I'll do the best I can, but please know this is only one small snapshot of the entire story. Maybe one day I'll write a book, but today is not that day. 😉

I started my first blog in the fall of 2013, Earth Energy Healings.

Then, in the summer of 2014, I created my second blog, Sarah Petruno Shamanism.

I blogged mostly in secret. Hoping the people I knew in my real life wouldn't find me. Hoping that people wouldn't see this part of myself that I had decided was weird, strange, and unacceptable.

I wrote about shamanism, energy healing, and my own personal healing journey, all as I was learning myself.

Then in the fall of 2015, after my second child was born, I started to get really, really sick. Horrible back and abdominal pain. We didn't have insurance at the time, so I couldn't really get it checked out.

One night, hunched over the toilet in pain, I got the divine message that it was gallstones, but I brushed it off as myself spending too much time playing Dr. Google.

I went vegan. I did a million liver gallbladder flushes, and it mostly went away.

Until it came back in mid-2017, and by then, we had insurance.

In June 2017, I landed myself in the ER and the diagnosis came back - I needed my gallbladder out and I wasn't leaving that hospital until it was gone.

I stayed in the hospital for 5 days.

I'll spare you all the spiritual and shamanic work I had done on myself in the intervening years, but as I did, I  kept the blog up. I kept writing. I kept sharing about healing techniques and strategies.

I received a million divine messages during that time, on what caused it, what didn't, what I needed to do, what I needed to stop doing - and after I had my gallbladder out, I went inward on a soul searching journey to figure out how it had gotten to that point.

Then, 2 months after my gallbladder was removed, I realized that my blog had gotten so much, and so many people were visiting it every day, that I was having trouble clearing my energy.

So I deleted the blog. In August 2017.

My own lack of energetic boundaries, and other people's connection to my energy through the blog, was making me sick.

Let me be clear: me getting sick wasn't anyone else's fault.

At the time, I thought I was carrying the weight of so many people who visited my blog looking for healing. And perhaps that was partly true, but now, I realize that I wanted to help those people, and everyone, so badly, that I energetically let it happen.

I allowed it.

Do I blame myself? No, because I didn't know otherwise. I thought I was doing a service, and spiritually and energetically, I wanted to help everyone who came to my blog. I let them in. And then, because of the way I set it up, I had a hard time clearing my energy. Impossible, really, because of the way I'd set up the energy.

But, I also want to be clear that a year later, I've been practically diagnosed with an autoimmune condition (more on that later) that has likely been in the works my whole life, and that that was part of the initial illness, unbeknownst to me.

Like anything, there are a million pieces at play, and I've looked at many of them, but not all as this journey is still unfolding. Food, diet, lifestyle, spiritual underpinnings, shamanic influences, chemicals - seriously, I'm going there.

The blog, as it was before, played a role, and it was due to my own boundaries and not being clear with them and my energy surrounding the blog. Which was part of my soul lessons to learn - I can't heal/help everyone. Both logistically, and energetically.

So, where does that leave us?

It means the original blog is gone. If you've come looking for an article you saw on pinterest, it's gone. 

I'm not going to dig those articles up and repost them.

I want to keep writing, at least for me. And if you'd like to read them, welcome.

I'll be setting up my boundaries differently this time.

I can't help everyone.

I can't heal everyone.

And I don't want to. 

My energy stays with me, and accepts none from this blog, or any other.

I intend to continue being a lighthouse (as are all of you), projecting divine energy and love outward and all around me.

This blog won't just be shamanism based, but it will likely have a spiritual twist when I feel like adding one.

I'll be writing about my own healing journey, oils, and whatever else suits me on any given day.

If you've been around from the beginning, welcome back.

If you're new here, hello.

xo,

Sarah