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Talking to a Shaman

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This book focuses on spirituality, mind-body health, trans-personal psychology, and spiritually oriented self-help. It aims to engage, improve, inspire, educate, motivate and be emotionally healing to readers from any societal background, interested in exploring their inner world, and willing to understand how their thoughts can impact their life.A motivational and inspirational guide, it is written in the form of the author's dialogue with his Higher Self, or Inner Shaman. The book is presented as a mystical tale set in a deep Siberian taiga, taking the readers on an entertaining journey of self-discovery, advancement and wisdom. Talking to a Shaman helps the individual to look at the world from different angles, and gives us tools for improving our lives.

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1. The First Meeting with a Shaman

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My personal shaman, who lives in the depths of my soul, is called Wind of the North.

The footpath running through the musty grass was already touched by the ground frost giving it a mysterious blue tint. The trail was twisting around the roots of pine trees. The sky was clear, and the stars lit up the footpath, with the light sufficient enough for me to see the way, and where I was putting my feet. The walk was easy despite being a long one. I walked along the footpath and kept looking up at the night sky, replaying in my mind the short conversation I had had with the person who brought me here. He had not told me his name, or anything else for that matter. He had only given me directions.

“Where did you bring me? Where are we? I asked to see the shaman, but there is no shaman here!” I was indignant, thinking this was a waste of time.

“Why, what made you think the shaman would be waiting for you right here?” I could sense an irony in these words spoken by my guide, who had driven an old jeep to this seemingly godforsaken place. “Just keep going forward, the footpath will bring you to the shaman. Make sure that you do not miss your step, though.”

 

2. The Song of Four Elements

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Feeling inspired by my first conversation with the Shaman called Wind of the North, I tried, time and time again, to make another ‘appointment’ with this old wise man. I am not quite sure how to describe my first meeting with him. Perhaps, the closest analogy would be to a therapy session. Meeting with a person who is there for you, even if only for a limited time – you can tell them anything and everything that is bothering you, describe all your problems, relay to them all the worries and concerns that are keeping you awake at night.

This therapist, of course, would have to be a certified specialist, a professional counsellor. Since we think our problems are the most complex and difficult to resolve then only the most qualified expert could possibly deal with them. The therapist would listen and in ten minutes or so would be able to put each of your problems into perspective and offer a solution on how to fix them all. After this sorting out exercise, you would see that all your extremely complex problems were not that irresolvable after all, and there are over a thousand solutions available. Then you would consider your life sorted, or so it would seem until you were on your own again, face to face with those very concerns and fears, and not a therapist in sight.

 

3. A Candle in the Dark

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To my delight, soon after our second meeting, the Shaman agreed to meet me again for another discussion, or rather, another session of questions and answers. Our third meeting occurred shortly before my birthday and it felt like this meeting was a birthday gift – a gift I made to myself, or perhaps a gift from the Shaman himself, or some other, higher force.

I was feeling rather down at the time. I am not alone in this. It so often happens that many people feel quite sad during holiday season or a day of celebration. More than that, when a person feels lonely in their life in general, or if they are alone only during the time of the celebration, that same celebration usually turns into a misery instead. These special moments become a catalyst for sadness, highlighting the feelings of loneliness gripping the human soul and heart with cold fingers.

Now, after some time had passed, I have come to believe that these feelings of sadness and loneliness set the direction of our conversation that day. Being alone is not the same as feeling lonely. The solitude is a choice, the loneliness is not.

 

4. Stepping into the Unknown

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The winter had arrived with its long dark evenings and frosty Siberian nights. During the winter months, all I wanted to do was go to bed and go into hibernation, like a bear. It was a long time since my last meeting with the Shaman, or at least this was how it seemed to me. Hence, it was not surprising that my desire to see him was getting stronger and stronger, and I was spending a lot of time thinking about how I could get through to him again. I always thought about it in the evenings. One cold December evening, I finally succeeded.

Just like the last few times, I once again found myself in the middle of the same foot trail leading into the midst of the thick dark forest. The darkness of the night taiga surrounded me again, and the silence was so profound it was deafening, yet full of the hidden sounds of Mother Nature. The sky looked especially bright that night, with more stars visible than ever.

Standing on the footpath I suddenly thought – who made this path? How did it appear? No one lived here, I knew that for sure. No one ever walked this path either, because I knew Wind of the North was my personal ‘adviser’. He may have been meeting me by the fire in the middle of this Siberian taiga, but I now also knew that this deep thick forest was, in fact, inside my soul, and no one else could have ever walked that path because it was my path! Thinking that, I bent to look closer at the ground. The stars were shining so brightly I could see the footpath clearly, and it became obvious people's shoes didn't make the path. The thought was disconcerting, and I shivered, yet I shrugged it off and continued on my way. Whoever made this narrow road for me, person or not, the only way for me was forward. After having tried so hard to see the Shaman again, I was not going to miss our meeting.

 

5. The Cart of Life

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It seemed the Shaman was observing the changes happening to me very closely, just like a farmer watches over his harvest. Every farmer knows you should fertilise and water the fields. When Wind of the North sowed the first crops into my mind and soul, into my heart, he began nurturing them. The Shaman certainly made sure the seeds would grow into a lush harvest.

It was not even a month since our last conversation and we had met again. This time, just as I stumbled over the same tree's root bulging through the foot trail I already knew what I would be asking my trusted and wise teacher. Therefore, as soon as the recognisable yet non-familiar song began, and both our spirits left their bodies and placed themselves nearby, I asked the question:

“What is human life?”

This was the first time the Shaman hesitated with his reply and appeared to be thinking, rather than responding straight away as he had done every time before now. I am convinced he did know the answer though, most likely he was deliberating whether to offer me his interpretation of life or not, whether I was ready to hear his answer. With my heart doing somersaults inside my chest, I watched his face and waited.

 

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