it’s the task of the helper of the Shaman to keep the fire in the mandala going for the duration of the ceremony. The fire sparkles and twinkles as the tropical night descends on us; the shaman’s hypnotic low chanting seems to come from everywhere and I let myself be enveloped by a primeval state
An evening of Shamanistic healing, a descent into the mystery of of life as it was known for countless generations. Experienced in Bahia, Brazil with the guidance of a Colombian shaman. Happy Halloween by the way, and not with some stuff from the local novelty shop. This is the real McCoy.