My Life As A Shaman

My Life As A Shaman

My life as a shaman has reached what I consider to be partially mature. I am no amateur, I have studied my books, practiced, conducted all sorts of rituals, and entered trance more times than I could count. If I had to give my life as a shaman a name, I would call it "Fred." Why Fred? After Fred Rogers, of course. Shamanism has been that kind man who teaches me about all sorts of interesting things, and always manages to keep my attention, from one episode to the next. I haven't reached that plateau that shamanism may possess, nor do I believe it to possess. Shamanism, simply put, it keeps my life interesting, as it is a delightful treat to indulge upon.

When I was younger, I was always worried about the silliest things. As a shaman, all of those concerns left me. No one could tell me what to do, and no one could control my thoughts. The world was mine to experience, be it tasty, or bittersweet. It felt like nothing could stop me. This feeling never left me. After more than a decade of practice, I feel stronger than I ever have before. My spirit and my body have fused to create a lightweight vehicle which I can explore the cosmos with. Life has never ceased to surprise me, as long as I am stuck in my shamanic ways.

Anything, from the power of mythos, to the wild, to ghosts, and more has been my personal playground to explore. I feel privileged to go down the slide, and climb the monkey bars of my vast and infinite spiritual realm. Many don't understand what a shaman goes through. Many have attempted to explain, and all fail to comprehend their experiences except the shaman himself. I am alive and knowledgeable because of what the spirits have imparted on me. Nothing seems to escape my interest, as all of life's peculiar mysteries are there for me to pick apart.

There's something to be said about our lifestyle. It's uncouth, eccentric, and strange to even myself. Primitive nature always seems to meet today's cutting edge. Our practices are ancient, and have been given a facelift, thanks to modern day technology, just like this blog. Can anything be said about the vast catalog of music that I am able to listen to on YouTube? Each tune makes me drum and dance, entering deeper into trance. Life is good, I tell myself, even though I am quite poor, I still like to give. It's funny how even Christian vibes infect my soul.

If I could take one thing back in my life, it would be what year I became a shaman. All of my life before becoming a shaman seemed moot. "How could I have been that person?" I often think. Life didn't begin for me until I died in this world. Now I am upright, thinking on a spiritual level that few can match. I breathe deep, and rejoice over who I am today. Each day, I learn something new, and my old self fades away. Life is finally starting to satisfy me.

I think about how I became a shaman. A girl died for me, willingly becoming my guide in these dark days. I was lucky, I'll tell you that. Jen is the person who has always told me the truth, and always held my hand. She makes difficult situations easy. I wouldn't have much to say if I couldn't talk about her. She gave me sight to see in the invisible dimensions that surround all of us. Thank you, my guardian ghost, you have made me successful.

Nothing you do in life is truly impossible. Reach down deep into your heart, and you'll know that a hero lies in you. Maybe you are interested in shamanism, or are just curious about what I wrote in this post. Don't let that stop you from studying the world's oldest magician, the shaman. What I've written here is only a brief glimpse into my life. That being said, every blog post from this day forward will be about shamanism. That is how I want it, and you are more than welcome to come on this journey with me. Ave.