Shamanic Journeys

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Fifteen minutes later the drummer changes rhythm to signify a callback — time to return to the darkened room where we started. Some folks write about their experiences in journals before we begin sharing our journeys. One participant visited a circle of elders. Another asked for healing, and her body became a fish tank.

I can't talk openly about my journey because I've been given a set of instructions to rid the world of evildoers. At the meeting, I disclose enough information to avoid raising suspicions. The others are kind, understanding. I can't possibly tell them the truth, because, well, then I'd have to kill them.   

[Originally published in April, 2003.]