The Shaman’s Coat…



“It has been fashionable for a while to think of all national identities as invented, to stress the artificiality of treasured national symbols and inaccuracy of not-so-ancient myths. But the native Siberians are an example of the opposite phenomenon; of how hard it is to disinvent nationalities, of how they persist in the face of governments’ best efforts at their destruction. To stretch a metaphor, the shaman bowing in front of the Russian flying-doctor is not donning his coat again, because although he hid it under a suit and tie for a while, he never really took it off.”—Anna Reid, The Shaman’s Coat: A Native History of Siberia.


Entering the Dance…

“Today, the shaman is dancing
to the drumming of the world.
Carry me with you, shaman,
in your ecstasy.”

Letting go of bullshit so I may enter the dance.
They analyze dreams and get lost in the psychology…
…analyze this, fuckers,
I am shaman.

A Great Adventure…

I’ve been lighting candles on my altar for those who have passed. I am listening to ethereal music to create a beautiful space to dwell in. The questions are now gone. I know nothing—meeting life as a newborn child. I am free from all the beliefs I once held—honed to almost nothing and surrendering to the universe. I don’t know where to go from here except to look at life as one great adventure.