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The Last Shaman
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The Last Shaman |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Time's lonely shadows lengthen over the earth: the spirit of Wind Walker stands alone atop a rising knoll overlooking empty rolling plains; a restless autumn wind blows unchecked, untamed, moaning tearful over desecrated burial grounds. Wind Walker hears the coyotes howl in pale moonlight; the thunder of mighty buffalo herds crossing the plains; feels the throbbing drums around flickering camp fires; sees his people, ghosts from years of fulness, performing the ancient buffalo dance. He smells the smoke rising peacefully in the clear night... then the vision, so sweet to the eye, vanishes, as did the buffalo and the people. Numb of soul and empty of heart, Wind Walker turns toward the spirit mountains, taking the hallowed path of the grandfathers: the last shaman of the great plains to seek a vision for understanding: why did the white man so savagely destroy his world? kill his blood brothers? annihilate the life-giving buffalo? What kind of hatred moved such a plague across the once-living prairie? As Wind Walker approaches snow-capped giants a thunderous echo beckons: he realizes his earth time is of the past; his restless, homeless spirit, like the people of the campfires, the coyotes of the moonlight, the buffaloes on their ghostly trek, must relinquish their place in the foothills: the conquerors lay their pipelines and fences cutting furrows deep into the soil. Only acceptance, only love can now decide the future of a once proud and virgin land: no challenge, no showdown, no vengeance, but simple understanding, can ever demonstrate the truth. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
absolute beauty and vigulance.... enjoyed... |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
Beautiful ! I love this. Lame Deer once said that an "Indian" who has never had a vision, cannot truly call himself an "Indian". That "Indian" was not so much...a person, as it is...A way of life. That a white man who has visions and lives his life in balance with nature is actually more "Indian" than one who has red skin, runs the rat race, and has never had a vision. I hope this is true. For if it is...We still have not seen the last Shaman. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Ah WindWalker! It's pensive and superb. |
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