…….While sitting at the shaman’s dinner table, I dipped my bread into what I thought was maple, rather if it would do me harm was no question, his followers were spiritually grateful, believed me to be material and wasteful, the village people treated him like papal, thought his commitments to freeing minds was staple, as I rose from the table, I then realized it was the only thing keeping me stable; no longer able to stand, I griped the neck of the holy man, who whispered in my ear, go to the lord child he’ll save you, lost consciousness as his fading words were telling me not to be hateful… I found myself in the presence of the lord of light, graceful; of which the shaman offered a name to, my awakening breakthrough, tried to name the god to, it wasn’t his place to.