"From The Writings Of Talks-With-Shadows"
i
The flames reach higher and higher into the heavens
The ceremonial drums beat demands immediate attention
and all human concerns are lost on a tidal wave of spiritual sensation
The drums cease ... there is silence ... only the crackling and popping of the flames
All onlookers stand still; magic is at large; at last
The elders can be sought now by The Shaman; for they have return from their quests
The caves empty now; returned back to the bats who reside there
We have peace, but for how long?
It is vital we know
So after the pipe is passed around and the magic man has closed his circle
The chanting of power can begin
Toward tomorrow we gaze and the past
We head off into what has been
Our future where we have trod
For all things move in the opposite to what human thinks
We are not deceived ...
ii
I pull the bear skin tight around me
I feel the cold of winter on my face
I shiver as I watch the fire and feel it warmth
Then is when I see the faces form
and figure pass through the fire; elementals of fire
Coming forth to guide us; we all witness what I see
And we, The Shaman shout as one
The power builds and builds
I see the air twist and bend; its distortion not unusual
With my mind I step through
Head face and gaze beyond
Onto a grassland with mountains beyond
A plain devoid of man
but filled with its structures
I gaze toward the stone totems of power
and draw back; I cannot understand what it is I see
iii
A land unlike ours
Through the clouds of blue ether it is there
In our past; yet to happen
The place electric; but devoid of the whiteness we have at hand
A land of shadows and of death
Strands of thoughts I pull forward
and read of our own destruction
Where we have come from
Our future is where we are born
I, Talks-With-Shadows perceives that
Our past is where white man is destroyed
By the falling god which ruptures the land
and sends the tidal waves to drown the evil
That we know ....
But to see the land
even as a shade of possibility
Is upsetting
For we won’t be there in our past
Though our spirits may live on
and be doomed to make a return
It is truly not what I expected.
