Golden figure, golden woman, golden bear woman of great ancestry. There, Look! Bear woman has a cynt, the opening womb. Look at her expression. Look at her breasts. Look at her hair the headdress. Look at her legs. Look at her hands. Look at the zig-zags up and down her legs, ancient women sign. LookContinue reading “Bear Woman Golden Woman”
Article by Christiana (Aro-)Harle, originally in Sacred Hoop, Issue 64, 2008 Blessings are an important part of the role of most shamans, bringing the gifts and grace of the spirits to the people to help them in their daily lives. We are all stuck in our own stupidity and narrow-mindedness, in our own limiting andContinue reading “Songs to a Faraway Sky – The Use of Blessings in Tuvan Shamanism”
Who will sing me across the river? Who will sing me from my home? Who will sing my rememberings? Who will sing me from my home? Who will sing me across the river? Who will sing me skyward bound? Where the stars beyond the crown Show a wrinkle in the wind. Mother spun the cradleContinue reading “Who will sing me across the river?”
The Thing with Ceremony Why am I special? I am not. What is real ceremony? You are in the center You are the one giving A place of honour A place of sacrifice You always have a payment There is a cost for being In the centre of ceremony To being the main dancer ToContinue reading “The Thing with Ceremony”
Sometimes the Ravens come out of my drum Talking and squawking and chirping and telling me things. Making fun of my serious life, showing me that I am still here and they too. Sometimes they fly out of my drum in a small group of one after the other just pop out of my drum.Continue reading “Raven Song I”
Visceral, multi-sensorial overwhelming on the everylittletinymolecularcelllevel I feel this weight. This strength. I am one with this tower of mothers.
Viis’ karhun kynnet Lähtee raapimaan Iho veristän Ketä ei voi auttaa Kun iho aukea Jätä miun yksin Kuinka selviä? Kova on sen kieli Metsään lähtee mieli Sota aina on Suosilmä imee Mistä voin karkuu? Kun koti aina on Sydämeni halkeaa Kivet sortumaan Tulipesä sammuu Sydän itkemää Iho repimään Metsään kulkee yksin Viis’ karhun kynnet SydänContinue reading “VANHA KIPU, KOUVONI”