A Mental Kiss of a Thirsty Mind’s Life Journey.
- 1. Lee Alan Bumpus.
My name is Lee Alan Bumpus, born and raised in a small town in central coast California: a place called Arroyo Grande, two miles away from Pismo Beach, and the ocean. I am a unique child. I begin drawing early on in my younger years. At one time when children begin to start drawing stick figures representing their families, I do not know how to do this… the idea of it escapes me. My sister comes in and walks me through how to draw stick people, but when I learn this, I do not stop drawing. I draw anything and everything that comes to mind – as I am able to draw them. I also begin to teach myself certain drawing methods at an early age. One of the first things that I do when I am learning to draw at that time is to be able to sight copy a picture. My favorite sight copy from that early on in my life is a scene from the show Babylon 5 of a Mimbari monastery, as well as the face of one of my favorite characters. Being able to teach myself, the universe and beyond is my limit.
At the same time, I am little shit of a child. I can convince people to self-harm, like I do with my brother as I convince him to cut open his hand using a brand-new butter knife. I can convince others around me to stay with me using a raw and undisciplined psychological manipulation tactics. In a weird way I am curious about the limits of pain as in an instance where a friend of mine was convinced to get up and talk with a teacher for a trivial reason, I set a pencil upon his desk chair and I held it up; waiting for him to sit down – which he did.
But even for being a little shit, or being an aspiring artist, I am protective of my friends. There is a bully who was terrorizing the school yard with a wallet chain as he whips the kids with it. The school yard is terrified of him. I step in when he beats one of my friends. The kid tries to whip me but cannot as I catch the chain in mid swing and yank it out of his hands. He will not terrorize my friends again.
But more often than not, I am that kid who is more likely seen away from the crowds staring up into the skies and dreaming. I watch on as I see little specks of light in the daylight sky dance around me, and as I stand watching the skies, I am completely content to fully immerse myself in strong winds as the wisk around and through me. From a young age, I am able to see and hear things that are not of this world, be able to hear songs in the wind, speak to trees like they are my best friends in the whole world, and talk to guardian spirits of an area.
I am the third born of three kids, my mother and father are still together; and more interestingly I also live with my grandparents under the same roof. What’s also interesting about this house is the fact that it was built in the early 1900’s and moved twice before it rests where it is. The home is also understandably haunted.
When I sleep at night, I hear footsteps walking up and down the hallway when no one is up. I hear the sounds of rodents scratching in the walls. And occasionally when I am not expecting it, I see the reflection of strange people in the windows against the black of night. One night as I sleep, I wake up to the sound of my door opening. I watch as the door opens and a black cloud slowly creeps into the room. In terror I hide under the covers for a moment. When I look out from under the covers to where the mist is, there is nothing and the door is closed. Another time I am ill and trying to sleep. In between awake and asleep I drift but can see myself as if hovering over my bed; looking down at my body. I see myself shivering because I am cold, but there is also a woman in white sitting next to the head of the bed, just watching me as I struggle. The vision doesn’t last long and I fade to sleep.
I am raised a Buddhist. The temple that I grew up in follows the Jodu Shin Shu ways and I learned philosophy and honor early in my life as well as a deep appreciation for philosophy, an admiration for the beauty of the world around me and the world that is me. Alongside the teachings that the temple offers to me, my mother is a practicing Tibetan Buddhist who offers the philosophical side of Buddhism whereas the temple offers a more dogmatic side.
One day the whole younger Sunday school goes on a field trip to a local Christian church for exposure to other ways of life. The church is beautiful. At one time I have to go to the bathroom so I go to the urinal. There I run into some of the Christian Sunday school boys who ask if I was with the Buddhist group. Because I am, I am then ridiculed for not believing in their lord and savior Jesus Christ. This is something that I have not experienced before: ridicule, and dehumanizing prejudice based upon differences of belief and faith.
I find on that day, and deem from that day that any and all forms of Christianity is meaningless, pointless, especially if all they can do is belittle and unfairly judge those who have no quarrel with them. They are elitist and toxic: and that’s what my seven-year-old mind decides due to the pain I suffered.
But I do not walk into my vocal and blind dislike and distrust of all things Christian blindly. I ask my mom if all Christians are like that or if there is anything redeeming in that group. My mom, bless her heart does her best to calm me, and for a time it works. The next Sunday I talk with the Sensei of the temple about what has happened. But I begin to become suspicious of the temple when I begin to hear the exact same kinds of words and usages from him as I did from the Christian church a week ago.
I choose to let it go because maybe I am reading too far into things.
A bit of time passes and all is going well. My ability to draw begins to flourish a bit more in school as well as at home. I keep seeing spirits at home, hearing them sing when I’m out and about; especially in parks or eucalyptus groves. At temple I am plucking away as normal: playing with the other kids, climbing trees, climbing the cliffs just beside the parking lot, and exploring the retreat area in the woods behind the temple. Then one day during Halloween when I was fourteen, the Sensei delivers a sermon and a moral story that really grates on me. The weekdays that follow I choose to leave the temple because I realize that Jodu Shin Shu is just as dogmatic as the Christian church that I still despise.
That summer the family takes a trip to AZ to visit my uncle. Since I left the temple, I drift spiritually like a leaf in the wind; but looking in onto various different paths; Theosophy, Christianity even though I despise it passionately, Judaism, Baha’i, Wicca, Shinto, and Satanism. My favorite study of research aside from Buddhism as my mother practiced it; is Shinto. It is the idea that everything in the natural world has a spirit that inspires me. But aside from that, nothing truly inspires me otherwise. Until I visit my uncle’s house in AZ, that I discover a book on Celtic Shamanism one day.
I am fourteen years old at this time. I read the book on shamanism once all the way through, and on the second read, I notice that the meditations required isn’t a large leap from Buddhist meditation techniques. I set out one day at a friend’s house to begin working on the practices. But the book says that I need to use a drum to elicit a trance like state… and I do not have one, so not wanting to ask mom, or teach myself how to make something, I use nothing. The art of shamanic journeys and journeying… miffs me some, and it takes months to finally lucidly leave the body through the astral planes for the first time.
Again, the main difference between how a Shaman typically journeys and how I begin to practice the art of journeys: is I learned to journey without a drum first. I’ve never heard the sound of a Shaman’s drum before, and without it, I wonder if it is truly needed. But if thousands of generations of Shamans use drums; there must be something to it… but in my situation, I resort to learn to journey without it. After the months it takes to even leave my body, not using a drum and leaving the body becomes easier and easier.
Once the art of the journey, or at least leaving the body gets easier, I start working on the exercises to help me understand what it is to be one with the plants, the trees, and the realm that I was in. Next exercise I work on, I go through an exercise to find animal totems guide who may help me as I progress. The vision takes me to a landscape with a single log cabin in a clearing with forest all around it. I feel safe here, a sanctuary. I ask if there are any animals what are willing to work with me, and almost instantly a small cat finds me and begins talking to me. The exercises I go through next helps me learn of this sanctuary space, and I begin going through some practices that have me be one with the landscape of the realm, with this cat spirit guide as a teacher.
As I explore the area, the cabin in front of me is old, and I can hear whispers in the wind. I listen to the voices, and find them soothing and familiar. As my guide tells me; it is the cabin is one which my ancestors have used before. I merged my consciousness with the cabin and felt every square inch of the space as easily as I felt every fiber and grain of wood that this place is built upon. The wood feels ancient like I suspect, and I notice that the cabin has a distinct personality to it… and as I am one with the structure, the cabin begins to show signs of life again. The air becomes crisper and clearer, and the overall mood lifts from derelict to lively and relaxed. This relaxes me and I feel more content and one with the cabin and the forest outside.
With sorrow, because I feel such peace in this place, eventually I separate from the cabin and return to my form. The totem animal gives me a run down as to what I have learned, and I return to my family and finish the journey.
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Not long after my first experience in the amazing Sanctuary space I was in, I begin to explain these experiences to a friend of mine; explaining what I was doing and what I have seen so far. My friend is intrigued by the tale, and we talk about it. The experience, to me, was profound and awareness & consciousness expanding where I begin to understand that the universe is far bigger than I know. In fact, what I experienced showed me exactly how much I don’t know and that I have much to learn.
It comes as a surprise that I noticed him strain his imagination in order to give me the benefit of the doubt at times. But on a whim, I figure that if I show him what I have experienced, that he would have a better time imagining. But this sharing will have to wait; I have plans for the week, and as my friend and I have sleep overs practically every weekend; the topic is on hold for a time.
Interestingly, around the same time I spend some time with a High Priestess friend of my mother’s who was talking about an energy healing technique called Reiki, and in the summer, we visit a national park that is magical to me. I am attuned to Reiki One on the beach of the park. As a follow-up, this friend also teaches my Mother, my Sister, and I how to perform self-care which may lead to understanding how to treat others; and how to give this Reiki to animals and pets.
I give Reiki to my cat as often as I can; same with my mother – since I know that she has bad shoulders and she plays the piano. Mainly I give my mom Reiki so I could hear her play, but firstly I do it because she is in pain and I love my mother.
Eventually my friend and I get back together and continue discussing what I had experienced; and one night we go out and sit in an Eucalyptus Grove and try to journey. Even at ten pm the nights aren’t that cold in the summer leading to autumn seasons. We sit in the fallen underbrush for a bit meditating in the light breeze of the night, and enjoying the silence. I am not sure what my friend experienced if anything other than silence, but I didn’t journey this night. As it turns out a rustling in the leaves upon the ground comes out of nowhere, and it sounds human. I open my eyes for only a brief moment, but see nothing. It is beginning to get colder for me; but I close my eyes again in hopes to journey, but the footsteps start up again, and came closer to us. This time my friend whispers loudly to me asking if I can hear that. Fear creeps up on me and I am becoming afraid, and said yes; but I am determined to either journey or at least stick out this interruption. I close my eyes again and try to meditate one last time but the moment I close my eyes, the footsteps got closer to me till it’s less than a foot away from me. I hit my limit and I am frightened; I was freaked out and I knew that my friend is too. I shoot up out of the lotus position I sit in, shout “run” and we run as far away from the Grove as we can.
After that night I cannot journey again because I am freaked me out badly. My friend and I barely speak of that night again. But as time progresses, I draw inspiration for other aspects of my spiritual and magical craft. I am inspired by an anime called Dragon Ball Z, in the way that the way to fight with Ki was taught to a newcomer to this art. I try to replicate this art in the best way I could in this physical realm. From forming Ki balls from my energy center at the solar plexus, to holding it in my hands and shifting it around in my hands, and playing ball with it. I try my hands at levitation, and shooting energy balls.
The best method I learn to project a blast of my energy: again, using a DBZ method, at the beach I stand at the edge of the water, or preferably in the ocean and attune my aura to shoot a Kamehameha Wave – a single stream of focused energy to the deep sea towards the horizon. But I learn in a big hurry that this technique is to be used when I am in troubled times, as a single blast with this wave energetically drains me to the point of collapse. But if I focus all my angst and rage into the blast, I feel lighter and more agile physically once I come around. And sometimes it takes a whole night if not a whole day to recover fully.
But not long after I learn of the ‘Kamehameha Wave’ I begin to energetically become dormant. I lose interest in Shamanism, yet covet what little I have learned in a few month’s period. My Energy Craft begins to lose my interest as I move from spirituality and craft work to school, and peer perspectives as to the opposite sex. I have no interest in the opposite sex aside from intimately understanding women as if I am one of them. But I am curious about men, even though I am born one, I know nothing about what it is to be a man; and the way my friends are girl crazy is extremely repulsive and repugnant.
Within a year, I begin to come out as both a woman, and as a low sex driven bisexual gal. There are nights where I would spend the night at a friend’s house, or my mentor’s house, or just at home where I have a duffel bag full of spare women’s clothing, and in the wee hours of the morning I would dress up as a woman because I feel comfortable in them over the clothes of a boy, and I would sneak out and wander as this nebulous young girl that I see myself as. to be honest and fair with myself, even though I am in puberty, the notion of sex never enters my mind. while I am in the clothing and persona of this woman that I see myself as, there is a sense of peace that calms me greatly.
I begin to tell my friends that I am gay… even though that doesn’t fit. I tell my friends first that I do desire the companionship of a man as equally as I seek the companionship of a woman. my school yard friends are quite supportive of my courage to come out. this gives me the courage to come out to my mom – as gay, again, even though its not a good fir for who I really am, it still makes more sense than coming out as a bi young lady with the body of a young man. So eventually I get around to telling my mother that I am gay. The experience doesn’t go as well as I think, and as a result I walk back into the closet. My mom doesn’t convince me to do this, but instead of coming out in a space where I wouldn’t be understood or accepted – as I perceive it, nor will I feel a degree of safety, I choose to hide who I am, and forget about it all: being a young lady, being Bi, being anything other than a straight hetero male.
As for my Shamanism and Energetics… that’s not normal in the eyes of the society I’m from… so I forget that too
I am fifteen years old at this time.
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