#36 The Story of Igyoke

I could see this coming far off in the distance. I could see it’s strangeness, it’s aberration, it’s deviation from natural law. But I could also see the truth it was trying to reveal, the karma it was trying to right, the consciousness that was attempting to be born. If there’s one thing I’d like you to get from this story, this account of Gwella’s shamanic journey, it’s that what happens to people is not as important as the consciousness that evolves as a result of these happenings. In a sense, the guardian spirit of all creation is the consciousness that blueprints the said creation. On the two way Jacob’s ladder that spans involutionarily and evolutionarily between primordial nothingness and the most dense slab of creation, we past through consciousness coming and going. Consciousness is what leads us into flesh and what leads us out of flesh. It’s the man behind the curtain and his knobs and levers actually do effect material reality. In the end this consciousness is what endures and what occurs physically, emotionally and mentally to people is of secondary importance. If a great consciousness shift can occur from a material mishap, then creation will warrant this violation of it’s ostensible harmony.
Having said that let me get to the story.
There was a deviation, an unnatural act committed in full awareness with the probable results clear in the committers mind.
He did it anyway. This person was Sennyii, an African shaman, a man very powerful with magic. He violated two taboos. One, never have sex with a student and two, never have sex when in a transmigrated form.
You might be wondering why he chose to do both these things?
He actually loved Momo. There was no question about that. It just so happened that she was his student. Still, that should have stopped him, at least until she graduated from his instruction. However, it wasn’t that simple.

“You know that I can’t help myself around you, right?”
“Yes Sennyii, I cannot wait either. The forces that draw us together are so strong. My hips ache for you.”
“It goes against all my training. I cannot continue as a teacher if we proceed with our passions.”
“I do not want to cause this mishap for you. I will go away if you tell me to.”
“No, no, I don’t want you to! Please don’t go. I don’t know what I would do!”
“Okay, but how do we proceed?”

“You must withdraw from my tutelage. You will not be able to follow the path of shamanism. This will be a great loss to both you and our lineage.”
“That is such a hard thing, a most difficult choice. I feel it tear me in two!”
“Yes I know, I would never ask this, unless…..why have the forces of the Universe put us in this position? If I could see the plan, the contract, we might have some clue as to what….I am lost.”

Sennyii remained in his confusion. He and Momo stymied in a holding pattern for several months. Then one evening he came to a realization, if you can call it that. He realized that in transmigrated form he was no longer considered a teacher. In transmigrated form he could have sex with his student. Of course, there was another rule that he would be breaking, however, this second rule was less significant than the first, or so he thought.
They planned there forbidden meeting. His totem was a condor.

The result was a pregnancy, but a pregnancy of odd ramifications. Momo gave birth to a being called Igyoke that was human, bird and magical.
I saw it as an opportunity.