The shaman nods gravely at your request. "Here," she turns the opening of the leather bag toward you. "Pull out a disk."
You reach inside, feeling the heavy metal disks, cool under your fingertips. One calls to your fingers, smooth and pleasant to touch. You pull it out. The top is gold, polished smooth.
"Turn it over," says the shaman.
You do, and you see a picture that almost might be her.
She smiles. "Ah, see? The Shaman. That's a very fortuitous image for someone interested in spiritual matters. That image represents your nature, your inner self. Now let's see what physical and mental tools you need for your current journey."
You wait, and she waves you to the bag again. "You're doing fine. Let's see what you pull out next."
Next you pull out a silver disk with an image of a moon obscuring the sun.
"The eclipse." She nods. Another abstract aspect. It is very like a shaman to use abstract ideas as her most solid tools. What do the moons and sun mean to you?"
You start to open your mouth, and she shakes her head. "No, don't answer me now. That's a question you must answer as you use them as your tools, and the answer may change. Go ahead, pick the last disk."
This time the disk your fingers claim is rougher, and you pull out an iron disk showing three star clusters.
"Ah, these are the Constellations that guide us through the darkest night. Mama Cougar, the Storyteller, and The Bright Dancer. When your thoughts reach the farthest, you're the closest to home." She laughed. "You'll make a fine shaman, or whatever you call it in your own tradition," she pauses and looks deep into your eyes, "If you want to, and if you put the work into it. If not--" she shrugs. "You can't change your basic nature, but it's up to you what you do with it."
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Date: 2010-11-02 12:26 am (UTC)You reach inside, feeling the heavy metal disks, cool under your fingertips. One calls to your fingers, smooth and pleasant to touch. You pull it out. The top is gold, polished smooth.
"Turn it over," says the shaman.
You do, and you see a picture that almost might be her.
She smiles. "Ah, see? The Shaman. That's a very fortuitous image for someone interested in spiritual matters. That image represents your nature, your inner self. Now let's see what physical and mental tools you need for your current journey."
You wait, and she waves you to the bag again. "You're doing fine. Let's see what you pull out next."
Next you pull out a silver disk with an image of a moon obscuring the sun.
"The eclipse." She nods. Another abstract aspect. It is very like a shaman to use abstract ideas as her most solid tools. What do the moons and sun mean to you?"
You start to open your mouth, and she shakes her head. "No, don't answer me now. That's a question you must answer as you use them as your tools, and the answer may change. Go ahead, pick the last disk."
This time the disk your fingers claim is rougher, and you pull out an iron disk showing three star clusters.
"Ah, these are the Constellations that guide us through the darkest night. Mama Cougar, the Storyteller, and The Bright Dancer. When your thoughts reach the farthest, you're the closest to home." She laughed. "You'll make a fine shaman, or whatever you call it in your own tradition," she pauses and looks deep into your eyes, "If you want to, and if you put the work into it. If not--" she shrugs. "You can't change your basic nature, but it's up to you what you do with it."