Tungus [Siberia]

Before a man becomes a shaman he is sick for a long time. His understanding becomes confused. The shamanic ancestors of his clan come, hack him to bits, tear him apart, cut his flesh in pieces, drink his blood. They cut off his head and throw it in the oven, in which various iron appurtenances of his costume are made red-hot and then forged.

This cutting up is carried out somewhere in the upper world by the shaman ancestors. He alone receives the gift of shamanhod who has shaman acestors in his clan, who pass it on from generation to generation; and only when these have cut up his body and examined his bones can he begin shamanize.

the light

so I've quit my job. Yes. Well, it was not a sudden thing. I have been quite sure about this. The point is that seeing processes of my life that I've started and concluded under my new paradigm brings me confidence.

Clear-thinking.

The ability to plan the actions of your life, dealing with difficulties, facing your fears, being a true warrior on the hard moments. Giving love. Making laugh. Creating a good working environment. Building friendships. Gaining trust. Being polite. Working hard. Getting paid. It is all in the package.

For many occasions all I wanted was to stay there, forgotten, working so I would get the money to pay the bills. For many others all I wanted was to get done with all the work. Just so I'd have an objective to achieve. For many many others I would get my mind away from what I was doing and think and re-think my life. For a few times I was enjoying what I was doing. For even fewer times I was having fun. A couple of times I laughed for real. enO meti I kdsies. It was hard, very hard, but I did it. I went there and did it myself. My way. And it went just fine.

Now the phase is a shot for an upgrade. I'm aiming a bit higher this time and let's see where the fish takes me. Got a keep the lasagna flying. ;D