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« You never knew
him, but your grand father was a great shaman. He was feared and
respected by our tribe and those close by. He was not scared to whistle to get the spirits to him. Many ribbons adorned his Del. Unmistakable proof that the Men who would ask for his advice were satisfied.
The spirits took him with
his daughter the day she gave you life. Since, they have been
lenient. Never have we missed good mare milk, Always have the men
found good game when we were starving, and always had our horses
found rich weed for them to remain strong and sturdy.
Many moons have past
since I realized that you have had rough nights. You are moaning from
the pleasure She gives you when She seduces and satisfies you in
yours dreams. She is calling out for you to give yourself to Her. It
is now time, for you to decide whether you would decide to turn out to
be a shaman or not, my son.
If you choose to refuse,
i shall have you banished in order to preserve my people from
Nature's wrath. On the other hand, if you choose to accept you shall
not live with us as you will be feared and probably drunk from dawn
to dusk from your spirituals encounters »
-I do accept father, knowing the curse it is for me to become a shaman.
« Very well. You
will have to find yourself a woman very soon. She will give you tobacco vodka and Airag according to your needs when your mind is to
look for the spirits help during your trances You willl need a woman
able to understand the ancient language you might use to communicate
answers. A woman able to interpret your groans and moans so as to
give, the persons who came to consult, a correct explanation.
Your grandmother is to
assist you for your first trance We will ask the shaman from the
Merkits to come as well, so you both could travel together and your
mind could not be taken away by evil spirits. He shall help you to
find her, make you turn into a stag to lure her and to a wolf to hunt
her down. You will discover your protectors, both of them will never leave your side as you travel and they will guide you back when you
wander too far. Those would be the ones to send you signs onto our
world.
Let us now enjoy some
Airag to celebrate your wise decision. »
Gamba took from is Del
his goatskin full with the milk of his favorite mare and filled
up a small cup. Solemnly, he stepped out of the Ger (avoiding his
boots to touch the threshold and is arm the frame of the door always
facing south). Once out, his son at his side, he dipped his finger
into the sacred drink, flicked it once to the holy sky, Tengri the
thunder wolf, then to the ground the holy mother earth, and a third
time for the sumptuous mongol landscape. Finally he bore his finger
to his forehead quietly thanking the spirits that had protected his
tribe for centuries.
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