Shamanism
You are lying on a stone outcropping in a verdant forest. Your eyes are closed, and you wait in anticipation touched with fear, for everything to begin. You hear the low murmuring of the man with you; the man standing above you. He is said to be a healer, and you need some serious healing. The barely audible sounds emitting from the healer’s lips steadily grow in volume, steadily grow in intensity, until the sounds of the words are clear to you and all the animals and curious spirits of the forest. The words are in a language unknown, and unheard of by you, but they have a terrible musical quality that sends lightning up your spine, causing involuntary, unceasing spasms throughout your body. Is this what they call a healing crisis? Now the healer’s hands are upon your chest, and your body suddenly drains of all tension and the spasms subside completely. You lay there, fully relaxed and drift into the arms of a dream…a healing dream?
