The process of individuation draws one into a gradual homecoming. Listen to how Martin Prechtel describes his initial experience in Secrets of The Talking Jaguar, Memoirs from The Living Heart, p. 80 – 83.
“Coming into the village of Santiago Atitlan as I did that day, after more than a year of roaming on my own, was not like reaching the promised land, but more like the homecoming of a spawning fish, or a migratory bird hatched elsewhere, following its nature, flying hard, not always sure of the way, but arriving at its true indigenous place of origin. I was coming back to a home I’d only glimpsed in my sleep.
“Some say dreams come from people, from an individual’s personal life, and maybe they do. To others like myself, a dream was simply a bud on the Tree of Life, a small leak from the other world’s story, whose speech made life live. My life was a strange tale whose salient points had been broadcast to me in dreams long before I had to live them out.”
“What for me seemed overpowering was … the quality of familiarity. Never once did I feel foreign or alien in this wild enormous Tzutujil village. It was a new feeling: after being an outsider my whole life, here I felt like I belonged. Not that I fit in, because I didn’t at first; not because I was welcomed by all, because I was not. But I felt good here, on account of I was actually from here in some way that I didn’t comprehend.”
“I didn’t come to Atitlan to become a shaman or to study Mayan culture, or to learn how to be a better person, or to get enlightened. I came because I was called there, whether I knew it or not; because the spirits had carved a space for me in the matrix of my destiny and, fishing me out of the womb, had reeled me slowly but surely into this ancient citadel of Southern Quichean Mayans in a time when their own destiny was imperiled. The spirits had a job for me, and I would do my best for them.
“I knew this place. I had smelled and tasted it hundreds of times as a child, thinking it a place found only in dreams. So when I drifted into Santiago, I recognized my own arrival home, welcoming myself into my own heart…”
Image credit: Grief and Praise by Martin Prechtel.