May 19, 2013: Pentecost continued: After 3:30 PM, we met with the local Buryat shaman, whose Russian first name is Valentin. He looks to be about 40 years ago, is of Mongolian descent, and speaks only Russian (with an accent) and his native tongue of Buryat. We have a Frenchmen here, Nicholas, who speaks good English and Russian, who translated for us.
The Buryats are the local, indigenous, native peoples who live around Lake Baikal, more so on the east side in the autonomous Republic of Buryatia. As I have written before, since the Soviet Union dissolved in 1993, shamanism has had a renaissance. However, Valentin's father apparently was a shaman too, so he comes from a line of authentic shamans. Shamans come in multiple varieties but basically are spiritual leaders, teachers, healers and channels who commonly go into trance to commune with their ancestor guides in the higher astral planes.
Valentin lives on the mainland, not Olkhon Island, in a small town that is about 1 hour's drive from the major Olkhon Island town of Khuzhir, where we are staying. In his opening conversation, he let us know that he has been to the United States five times to take part in various native and shamanistic gatherings. In other words, he is relatively well-known.
When he arrived and we went into our living quarters into the living room, he was wearing camoflage type hunting pants and a Nike T-shirt, with a typical Russian round hat with ear flaps. Then he changed into his shaman's clothes, which are very colorful, complete with a highly-decorated gown, necklaces, pictures of his father and mother (shamans worship and connect with their family ancestors), pointed boots and a shaman's hat. (See the photo below.)
Before he had arrived, in meditation, I had come into communion with Sol-O-Man, who showed me a vision of Valentin's astral guides and "ancestors." There was a huge group of them, maybe a couple hundred, who formed his "astral retinue" that looked like a comet that trailed him. The distinctive feature was that this comet and all its component peoples were bathed in a deep, royal blue color. Moreover, interspersed in the comet were multiple planets and stars, which I took to mean that space beings from throughout the solar system and possibly beyond also were working through him. This seemed to indicate that he was highly evolved spiritually.
What totally struck me about his shaman's robe was that its cuffs were the exact shade of royal blue that I had seen in my vision! Still, I was advised by Sol-O-Man not to expect too much out of this first meeting, and that more would happen on the inner planes than on the outer planes. Nonetheless, I did have Nicholas, our translator, tell Valentin what I had seen in my vision. Valentin smiled, thanked me and bowed ceremoniously (quickly) to me. It was obvious that he did not know quite what to make of my vision, if indeed he understood what the translator had told him.
Valentin gave a talk about Mongolian history going back for thousands of years, and of the core beliefs and practices of shamanism. It contained the basics about al of this. He then chanted and sang verses from the shaman's/Burat's/Central Asian holy book, which if I heard it right is called something like The Gatha. It is a very long epic about the history of the Mongolians and Central Asian peoples.
The chanting and singing were the best part of this presentation, as MariLyn also had experienced. The singing evoked the essence of the shamanic tradition and of his connection to those in the higher astral planes to whom he directed parts of the chants. MariLyn and I sensed his depth, love and compassion as he sang.
As the sharing continued, with difficulties in the translation both ways, I started feeling a deep heart chakra with the shaman. Later, MariLyn told me that the same thing had happened with her. We stopped focusing on the particulars and linked more at a heart level in the light body with him and his guides. ?She and I felt more and more overshadowing with the masters.
At this point, El Morya and Glo-Ria linked with me. El Morya said that the shaman worked on the First Ray, hence the blue color of his retinue or troop of astral co-workers. He therefore came under El Morya's direction. Moreover, El Morya referred to earlier versions of his own name given via Nada-Yolanda, in which he was called El Morya Khan. A "khan" is a spiritual leader, ruler, king or such. The word has Turkish roots, but apparently also goes back to Sanskrit.
Valentin had prayed to, and named, a long series of Mongol Khans, including Genghis Khan, who had ruled the largest empire in the Earth's modern history. My thought during this was that El Morya Khan was the Khan of Khans.
El Morya told me that the merging, linking and uniting of Valentin's astral group with those Hierarchal higher astral workers under and with El Morya had been accomplished. MariLyn had served as the grounding point and anchoring for this. This linking of the two groups was the inner work that Sol-O-Man had alluded to earlier.
Not long after this, Valentin stopped speaking and chanting, and went into question and answer mode. I felt my former mother's presence. Her name when she was my mother was Aleta. When I asked Valentin to ask my mother what advice she had for me, he declined and said that he did not go into trance. I would have to go to another shaman for this. (Perhaps he did this because this was our first meeting with him, but I don't really know if this is true or not. Some shamans do not go into trance as they consider it too dangerous.)
When Valentin asked MariLyn what question she had for him, she said that as he had talked all her questions had evaporated, and all that was left was a deep sense of love and oneness with him. When our translator shared this with him, his face lit up and he was obviously deeply moved. As always, love was the key.
After this, Valentin took us outside to a bluff a hlaf mile away or so, which overlooked Lake Baikal and Shaman's Rock that is beside me in the picture. Amazingly, this site was only a couple hundred yards from the Russian Orthodox Church we had visited earlier today; and from where Lord Uriel had invoked her decrees for the devic-elemental forces, with whom shamans work. Here we were then, linking Christianity and shamanism as one, and multiple planes as one, East and West as one, MariLyn and I as western "shamans" this eatern shamans! Moreover, we were doing this in full view of Shaman's Rock, the most sacred site to Buryats, and more or less the center of the forcefield of the Temple of Neptune.
Valentin led us in a brief ceremony, offering vodka, milk, butter and tobacco to the Great Spirit and to the spirits and ancestors, all the time with a fire burning with sweet grass in it, and his beating on a drum and chanting to bring forth healing for MariLyn and me and our translator. It was a pretty simple and classic sort of ceremony. At the end, we all hugged. Then we went back to our living quarters where he had held his talk, changed out of his shaman's outfit, exchanged ways to stay in contact via email, and went home.
Before he left, MariLyn and I definitely felt a good final connection with him. All that Spirit had wished to accomplish had apparently been accomplished. What a Pentecost it had been!