The Shaman is born

August 18, 2009
Blaise booked D Money a gig at an open mic in Hollywood- Crane’s Hollywood tavern. Psyched to offer our energy to the LA community, everyone put on their finest treds and got pumped for the show. The night kicked off with Dez and Blaise asking me to fire massage them while they made love. My perverted side thought this would be a beautiful piece of performance art, and thus suggested that we do this at the bar party. Blaise suprisngly had doubts about his public sexual performance, but I was sure that this would be the perfect night.
As we arrived at the bar, Nicole and her father showed up, drinking whiskey and ready to party. Nicole had been flirting with Asa the time we saw her before, actually the spark that ignited our official ‘relationship’; her being there gave me some trepidations that I chose to allivieate through dance and independence from the group. I was psyched to perform indoors with my fire fingers and torches, in an awesome costume I put together earlier that day, so in general was feeling good.

My power center had gone for a whirl; I had been experiencing a major lack of appreciation from D Money and a lot of attraction from other performers and musicians. While the folky music was fun to dance and play around with, my heart and soul were twisted up in Blaise’s more seductive music. As I performed with D Money, Denny shouts out “MADAMN BURNZ!” recognition of my blazing flame dance.
Ahhh. Content.

I had set up a fire massage alter in the back of the bar, attracting individuals from the crowded bar by breathing giant balls of fire to illuminate my beautiful set up. There wasn’t much space so I laid a scarf on the ground next to Asa’s tarot station and made the decision to do massages on receivers who’d be standing up. My first customer was Sarah’s friend, Pirate Scotty. As he removed his shirt the singing bowl beamed around his 3rd chakra, muted in all others. Perfect. Standing room to spread his powerful energy to ground and meditate. As I worked the flames around his body, spiraling upwards and downwards like a spinning top of eyes connecting with the world, his head began to gleam and legs to root. Fire lines ewnegetically encircled vissudha and Pele spoke upwards in a passionate wave. As he opened his eyes, a Namaste thanks was sufficient for the healing.
I only had a chance to do 4 massages that night.
The 4th changed the face of the fire massage from an erotic massage to a shamanistic journey. Nicole’s father, who’d been watching my indoor fire performances and mumbling a lot of spanglish to me along the lines of him really liking what I do, came to the alter with pain in his neck. I will later write a whole section on how physical pain fire massages differ from energetic healing, but are very intertwined… either way, I started the process with a gentle neck massage and then moved to the singing bowl to tune the pain spots in the body with other stronger centers. The bowl was ringing loudly around his upper chakras, so I noted the strong sense of focus within him.
As I brought the fire in hammer like strikes towards his upper body, a strong vibration rang around his cerebrum. Lifting the torch to crown his mind and enlightened the load bearing pain on his neck, I felt a lightness begin to lift from his back. As Pele feasted on air, the flame grew. As the fire got stronger and stronger and the connection between our meditative centers grew, the man went into a trance. Eyes closed, I worked the flames towards his feet to ground this ethereal sensation. As I began to stand upwards to verbal extinguish the tower of fire, the man fell to his knees and smacked his head on the brick terrace encircling my station.
Whoa. I had sent a man into a trance and possibly knocked him out. I was scared.
He stood up and assured me he was alright. In shock, he handed me some money and put his arm around me. I moved over to Asa and shared the experience with him. Expecting a note of ‘be careful’ he was beaming with the power the massage held.
Afterwards we went back to Yvonne’s home and shared some drinks, Nicole’s father sat close to me and told me how not only did his neck feel better, but he felt a lot more clear headed. And so did I. The massages were going to be used for healing and birthing ideas, developing insights through flame.
Much to come.