Are all the shamans dead





…….I need access to the other side, I’ll be much obliged, they can throw their bones, and say their poems in my garage; I have questions and vexations, that’s hard to penetrate with mere meditations. A glimpse only leaves me in suspense, hence, I need to talk to a mystic and master of the elements, something more than mere smarts, someone who can see through the blinds of space and time, and can read the ripple effects set in motion  when god flinched for the first time. I have questions; set in on many sessions, even been baptized.  Life has given me many tries, hard to let go of my earthly ties, I would settle for that deal Cruise got in vanilla sky’s, but what happens when the body dies, a breach in contract in disguise.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2023 12:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 2781

    Who can you trust?

    • evenwheniLie

      No one it would appear

      • 2781

        There's a lot of illusion.

      • evenwheniLie

        Whole religions and cultures have been born from illusions

      • Bella Shepard

        This is a profoundly thought-filled piece. Having been raised in a religion that I practiced for years, I reached a point of questioniong. Did I follow the rules because it was meaningful, or because I was taught to, and it was the latter. Over time I've learned to let go of the fear of noncompliance, for the freedom of my own thoughts and beliefs, and am comfortable in my space. There is no surety in life, no one has all the answers. Find your path, your space, because it is meaningful to you. Take care my friend!

        • evenwheniLie

          Thoughtful comments, glad you enjoyed it.

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