What is Soul Caller Work?
A while back, at a family gathering, two of my sisters-in-law asked me, “What do you do anyway? Do you make any money doing it? Where do you do it?”
A while back, at a family gathering, two of my sisters-in-law asked me, “What do you do anyway? Do you make any money doing it? Where do you do it?”
I have never enjoyed this question… Cuz what I do is complicated.
But last night (maybe it was the wine) I leaned into answering this question from an open heart.
“I gather groups together,” I told them, “I work on Facebook and Zoom and in live circles - retreats and workshops. We close our eyes and imagine ourselves moving through space and time, listening to the voice of wisdom inside of ourselves.”
“Oh,” my sister in law said. “So it’s a kind of mind yoga?”
“Kind of,” I said, with a little laugh. But this morning, I woke up thinking, ‘Mind yoga’ is not nearly a wide enough name for what I do.”
Here’s what I would tell my sisters-in-law today:
I do psychoactive dream work.
The kind that shamans and medicine women have always done. In Soul Caller work, we dream while awake.
I do imaginal (not imaginary) work.
I call people into symbolic and mythic time and space, where nature spirits, ancestors and angels walk beside us.
I am a soul guide, leading people through interior landscapes.
Exploring the rooms of the house of self). receiving gifts and discovering ancient symbols, as layers of story resonate through the walls and floor.
I help people bridge ancient wisdom to their own deep wisdom.
So they can innovate, initiate and creatively imagine life (and themselves) in new ways, widening the sense of what is possible.
I expand the boundary of expectation.
This invokes a mysterious (often miraculous) parallel shift in our every day experience. New opportunities show up, our prospects widen and deepen. Later, looking back, we realize that these changes in our real life began with changes on the interior.
Soul Caller Work is Imaginal | Experimentatal | Creative | Unexpected | Symbolic | Joyful | Miraculous |
Life becomes a kind of poetry: symbols emerge and guides whisper wisdom. Impenetrable walls crumble into stones which we repurpose to build foundations. Prison bars become ladders. Steel doors become bridges.
Bright new rooms are reveals. Stones dissolve into sand. Sand melts into glass. Glass becomes windows. We peer outside. a new landscape stretches before us. There, in the distance, a bridge beckons: Come, cross into a new land.
This is the real work that we do.
Thanks, sister, for asking.