Thursday, July 7, 2011

Introduction to Shamanism



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« You never knew him, but your grand father was a great shaman. He was feared and respected by our tribe and those close by. He was not scared to whistle to get the spirits to him. Many ribbons adorned his Del. Unmistakable proof that the Men who would ask for his advice were satisfied.

The spirits took him with his daughter the day she gave you life. Since, they have been lenient. Never have we missed good mare milk, Always have the men found good game when we were starving, and always had our horses found rich weed for them to remain strong and sturdy.

Many moons have past since I realized that you have had rough nights. You are moaning from the pleasure She gives you when She seduces and satisfies you in yours dreams. She is calling out for you to give yourself to Her. It is now time, for you to decide whether you would decide to turn out to be a shaman or not, my son.

If you choose to refuse, i shall have you banished in order to preserve my people from Nature's wrath. On the other hand, if you choose to accept you shall not live with us as you will be feared and probably drunk from dawn to dusk from your spirituals encounters »

-I do accept father, knowing the curse it is for me to become a shaman.

« Very well. You will have to find yourself a woman very soon. She will give you tobacco  vodka and Airag according to your needs when your mind is to look for the spirits help during your trances  You willl need a woman able to understand the ancient language you might use to communicate answers. A woman able to interpret your groans and moans so as to give, the persons who came to consult, a correct explanation.

Your grandmother is to assist you for your first trance  We will ask the shaman from the Merkits to come as well, so you both could travel together and your mind could not be taken away by evil spirits. He shall help you to find her, make you turn into a stag to lure her and to a wolf to hunt her down. You will discover your protectors, both of them will never leave your side as you travel and they will guide you back when you wander too far. Those would be the ones to send you signs onto our world.
Let us now enjoy some Airag to celebrate your wise decision. »

Gamba took from is Del his goatskin full with the milk of his favorite mare and filled up a small cup. Solemnly, he stepped out of the Ger (avoiding his boots to touch the threshold and is arm the frame of the door always facing south). Once out, his son at his side, he dipped his finger into the sacred drink, flicked it once to the holy sky, Tengri the thunder wolf, then to the ground the holy mother earth, and a third time for the sumptuous mongol landscape. Finally he bore his finger to his forehead quietly thanking the spirits that had protected his tribe for centuries.

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