The dilemma
None of you understand it. You all focused on yourselves.
Laying outdoors with the wolves or bears. Or watching a bonfire is NOT shamanism.
I took in the sickness of my group. I nearly died doing it. Killing myself all week every weekend. ShRing visions. Spirit messages. Doing healings.
NONE of you died attempting to do it.
Sitting your happy asses in a sweat lodge is NOT shamanism.
You have not nearly died to save shit. You all save yourselves.
You have not healed anyone that doctors could not. I HAVE.
Why am I being so bold.
Because flowerers in here gave me lots of shit. Still I rose up and did something REAL.
Until anyone does what I have. Waxing poetic about shamanism is only dreaming.
It’s a shitty job. But not all are capable of doing it.
If I detest it, why do I do it?
Cause if I have the skill and walk on, I’m responsible for not acting.
A real shaman understands that.
And is at the mercy of their abilities.
NONE of you understand that.
