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Alice the Elephant, an excerpt from Swimming with Elephants (Conari Press 2017)

Chapter 15- an excerpt from my book Swimming with Elephants (Conari Press 2017)

Alice Arrives

“Who is Alice?” asked Mother.

“Alice is somebody that nobody can see,” said Frances.

Russell Hoban, A Birthday for Frances


I continued to journey frequently—at least a few times a week and sometimes more. A new spirit helper came forth—an Asian elephant named Alice. I learned it is poor form in some cultures to discuss your spirit helpers openly, but Alice informed me that she enjoys the limelight and wants me to share our connection.

Alice made herself known slowly, perhaps so I could get used to the idea of her. Looking back, she actually appeared long before Mother Bear, though I was not conscious of who she was. Years before I even understood who spirits like Alice were, she’d emerged as an image in a collection of vintage chromolithographs of wild animals gathered during my all-consuming découpage phase. I had color-photocopied a natural history illustration from the 1800s and cut out an elephant from its background. I remember noticing the kind look she had in her eyes. She seemed to me to be a very warm, pleasing pachyderm, beautifully soft gray, with just the right number of wrinkles. She grew more real in my consciousness, in the way a Polaroid oozes into existence. But when we first met, I wasn’t ready to receive a spirit visitor, so Alice took her time.

As I began taking more shamanic journeys to the Upper World, elephants appeared in large herds, even though that realm was supposedly filled with spirits in human form. I had to remind myself that, in these realities, there are no limits. One day, a single elephant appeared. She was standing on a spit of land formed where two rivers met. I wondered if this was the same elephant I’d become aware of through my paper cut-outs and découpage. I asked her and she confirmed that she was. Over time, as I visited her again and again, Alice told me her name.

I record my conversations with Alice in a journal, along with the outcomes of applying the insights I receive from her. Alice’s wisdom has helped me tremendously. Often, she laughs about my worldly concerns—not in a cruel way, but in a kind, light-hearted, head-shaking elephant way, as if to say that I shouldn’t take my fears so seriously. When I fret and ask frustrated questions—What’s going to happen next? Where will I end up? What will it look like?—Alice responds cheerfully that there will be a lot of elephants cheering me on and that I should look for them. Immediately after hearing this, my Facebook wall began filling with postings of elephants from friends and followers.

When I wonder how I can feel entirely harmonious with Mark, Alice responds: Don’t worry about him today; just get your own feel-good on and have fun! When I take this advice, I end up having a great day and things with Mark are strangely easy. When I tell Alice that I’m worried that I don’t know how I can serve the highest good, she answers: Be yourself! Everybody else is taken. Have fun!

These experiences with Alice often show me how much I belong. When she took me to swim with the whole elephant family, I experienced an unbearable lightness of being, a joyous letting-go filled with childlike wonder. Their enormous, heavy bodies were rendered light and buoyant by the water. They staged a grand underwater ballet, their tree-trunk limbs churning effortlessly beneath the surface as they glided gracefully about. Sprays of water from trunks used as playful water cannons added refreshment. Periodically, they collided ever so gently with each other, just for fun.

Swimming alongside these magnificent beings in this expansive, effervescent rumpus, I began to feel so much love and connection that I thought I would burst. Tears ran down my cheeks and into my ears. Here, with this profoundly sweet family, I understood that I was a part of their circle. Perhaps Alice appeared and escorted me to swim with the herd because she knew I was better off buoyant. I never wanted to forget this feeling of tender co-mingling, and I hoped to emulate it back in the ordinary world.

Alice is sometimes zany and theatrical. But she can also be quiet and sensitive. I’ve heard that spirits often appear to us in ways that we will find appealing. I had a default tendency to get too serious, to squelch the Steve Martin part of my brain—my Heyoka self. Heyoka is the sacred clown contrarian of the Lakota people of the Great Plains of North America who knows how to restore balance by creating mayhem, violating taboos, and acting out or saying things considered unthinkable by society.

To be clear, Alice isn’t an archetype or an alter ego. I couldn’t be in a companionable relationship with a concept. Archetypes don’t converse, surprise, swim, do healing work, or spontaneously dance at the drop of a hat. For me, Alice is as real and distinctive as any other being in my life—except for the fact that she doesn’t manifest on the earth. She wears beautiful chains of peonies around her neck that I can press into my face for comfort and to know she is truly here with me. Spending time in these realms with Alice is a curious experience of knowing without knowing—of knowing through body-heart-mind-spirit.

You may argue that Alice is merely an aspect of me, and I’d have to agree. She is a manifestation of God and the Universe. And so am I. In a way, I am Alice and Alice is me, in the same way that you are me and I am you. And yet Alice is also separate from me, in the way that you and I are distinct yet connected by spirit.

Though she is a spirit, Alice can also be pragmatic. When I am confused about how to work productively, she gives me helpful sample schedules—work in early morning, then walk the dog, not the other way around. She also gives me metaphors to help me complete particular projects. Step carefully from lily pad to lily pad. Don’t hurry or you’ll fall into the river! When I was concerned about using salty language in my second book, she gave me this clarifying advice: Stay out of muddy quagmires. It’s the spirit in which things are said that matters.

And there’s another thing I want to make clear: Alice is a dear spirit companion, but she doesn’t want to control my destiny. In contrast, she cheers me on in whatever destiny I choose. When I ask her what I should create, she always reminds me that it is up to me. For me, Alice is a source of clarity and wisdom about the truth of all matters. While some of the things she tells me may seem obvious, they aren’t to me at the time. I ask Alice the questions I most desperately need answered so I can keep going. Alice encourages me.

Alice knows when I can handle her cajoling and when I can’t. On days when I am despairing, she gathers the whole herd around me and I feel embraced and loved on a level I’ve never known. When I feel terribly alone or more helpless than usual, she holds me in an embrace so sweet and peaceful that I know, no matter what, I’ll be okay.

One day while traveling and experiencing an achy loneliness, I awoke in my hotel room, stared at the ceiling, and noted that the sprinkler system resembled the head of an elephant. I knew in a split second that Alice was right there with me. It sounds strange and implausible, I know—a sprinkler-head darshan or divine vision? Perhaps it sounds like a hallucination or merely wishful thinking. All I can report is that it brought me a deep sense of comfort, of knowing I was loved and not alone.

At other times, Alice has appeared to me in Nature—in a piece of wood near a streambed where I am meditating, or in a stone. She shows up in unexpected places, a sweet and powerful presence that I know I can call on anytime.

Charlie and Josephine asked about Alice when they saw images of her on my computer screen and on my mouse pad. I explained: “This is Alice. She’s a spirit elephant who helps me—kind of like you having stuffed animals you can talk to who comfort you, or an invisible friend. That’s Alice.”

Charlie immediately understood and smiled. Josephine seemed to comprehend, if not entirely approve. Katherine overheard and smiled, but said: “Okay, Mom. But you probably shouldn’t say that kind of stuff to other people.” When I left to travel, Charlie asked: “Will Alice be going with you?” I replied that of course she would. He smiled and hugged Mr. Pillow-pet, his own green fluffy spirit friend, to his heart.

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Discover your core Beastie and get TIPS to feel good from an Elephant here!!
  • Sandra 30 Jan, 7:32 pm

    I have just purchased both of your books. Last night I really dug into What the Walrus knows, I had skimmed it the day before and straight away had a close encounter with a squirrel the very next morning. The squirrel who has, I think, been trying to get my attention through dreams and literal walk ups in my backyard (where no squirrels normally hang out) for the last few months. I like the fact that you differentiate between guest beasties and core beasties, I think it is going to take some figuring out for me. I like that you give us the nudge to just look up what type of animal this is in general. I had only been looking up squirrel symbols, but, not just -squirrel- a bit of a revelation for me. Thank you!

    • Sarah Seidelmann 31 Jan, 12:22 am

      Thank you so much for your comment @Sandra! Once the Beasties know you are curious- its kind of funny how many might begin to show up:):):) Love that you had a revelation! I often see squrrels balancing on the high wires strung accross telephone poles in my neighborhood- reminding me to be peaceful and balance…walk that line. Thank you!

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