The Shaman

by Mary
(Flemingsburg, KY)

I was walking through a thick cloud of smoke. I look around me to find Native Americans smoking from their pipes. I breathe the smoke into my lungs. As I walk I come to a fire. It felt like a celebration or ceremony was about to take place. There stood a great man with a long head dress of beautiful feathers. He handed me a small ax, and showed me a pig lying on the ground. I could not understand him but I knew what he wanted me to do. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to kill this pig. I threw the ax across the fire and it transformed into a sword and stuck in the ground. I was ashamed. I walked over to the sword and grabbed the blade. The chief walk over a took my arm and lead me to a teepee of all different colors. I heard a man inside singing. The chief left me there. I was scared to go in.

As I made my way in he stopped singing and looked at me, and then the blood dripping from my hand. Others that were there began leaving. He showed me the seat next to him as if telling me to sit down. He poured earth in my wound and then handed me a small brown leather bag. Inside was a necklace with a red rock.

I left him and the others were waiting outside. I went off by myself and stared at the necklace. After awhile I put it on and made my way back out to the fire. The chef saw me and my new necklace. I had a sense that this should not be mine. The chief spoke and everyone listened. They got up and started to dance, moving the earth. I couldn't help it, but start to dance. I danced as hard as I could not caring of anything else. It was getting late and they stared to leave one by one. I kept dancing, and dancing until I fell to the ground in exhaustion.

As I woke up it was still dark. The fire was still strong. I gaze across the fire to see the shaman sitting there staring at me. He gets up with grace and stands with his back to me. He turns around as if asking me to follow him and walked away. I followed him quickly.

The sun was starting to come up by the time we reach the river. Then he spoke to me... He could speak ENGLISH! He told me that water is life. He explained that water had no great beauty or didn't smell like a flower. but yet the flowers and all the wonders of life depend on its presence.

He jumped into the water and looked like a colorful fish swimming in the light. I jumped in after him. As we came up for air I was laughing. The water felt good. He took some in his hands for me to drink. I was the best water I have ever tasted.

We left the river and began walking through the grassy meadows. He stopped to pick up some dirt and laid it in my hands. I let it run through my fingers. I buried my feet in the dirt and lay down in it. Burying my hands to. I realized there is value in all things.

I was lying there my hands and feet in the cool dirt. The shaman walked over and shut my eyes and I woke up...

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