THE ELEVENTH SHAMAN

            Earth Goddess made land as she walked,
      brought a charred piece of land from the East to merge with her steps and
      on it plants began to flourish wherever she stepped. My woman and I went
      everywhere, were given a horse, and met all the aboriginal peoples. I got
      attacked by a bear, was drawn in and guided by wolves. Made boats made out
      of sand, was a shaman, entered into the seer's eye, lept through a large
      cube, and eyes were placed all over my body, in glowing form...I laughed
      at demons, walked through fires unscathed, had my skin, muscles and bones
      taken apart in an extatic vision, saw the trees flow like inchworms, spoke
      with crickets, turned ancient ruins into light streaming waterfalls, was
      made a friend of by all spiders, who would fight to build webs near my
      dreaming head. Built a ladder made of whale bones to see beyond the
      mountain, and saw off all the beings of the future Atlantis, Living plants
      were drawn from my body, and many of the creatures of the sea, Sharks,
      Orkas, and Jellyfish, Squid, that held other beings within them and all
      were of the most ornate design. I drew a tree out of my body that was made
      of crystaline light, drew two dragons from my heart that I placed in the
      celestial spheres. One day, I ate a bad mushroom, and from my vomit
      another part of me formed into a doppelganger eager to fight. We threw
      energy bolts at each other made of blue and red, nearly destroying each
      other, the atmosphere about us changed colour in the night. When I won I
      claimed the ground and he the sky and became many of the birds of the sky,
      and called a truce such that he could have the crown of trees as his abode
      and be nourished by the ground. But before this, I glowed Blue, and he
      red, and from our fight that took the whole day long grew twin dragons
      made of purple and every colour you could imagine, these lights still
      adorn the twilight and sometimes, sometimes, the memory of the war is
      retold by the sky in the form of aurora borealis (...showoff). I was
      peaceful and didn't battle often after that except with spirits. I spoke
      with the wood spirits, who guided me often, I spoke with the Gitchie
      Manitoo, who spoke to me in flashing lights, and in sounds only the spirit
      can hear. I danced and became a great winged bird, escaped the earth, then
      returned a black eagle, then a white one, then a grey one, then an
      interdimensional one of every colour. I made the world's first pipe and
      smoked sweet tobacco, and smoked all the plants that opened the mind, and
      shared the plants seeds with others. I had a pouch around my neck that
      would never stop yielding seeds, and I gave them to all the young shamans,
      who traded their finest artisnal crafts with me. I went to the place all
      shamans go to die, so that I can guide the shamans of tomorrow. I was the
      bear, the wolf, the spider, the turtle, the frog, the ram, the raven, the
      falcon, the owl, the black eagle totem. And my descendents walked in the
      shaddow of other dimensions. Wild horses were my friends, and great
      warriors would honour me, with gifts. I made the first stone warrior to
      guide the quiets of the north, no, no sorry, the first one was made out of
      piles of wood, that's right. And I spoke with the wind. While I scarcely
      fought, I kept my armour in the sun. I went to the place of a billion
      times a billion and saw the seas of time, and created the spiral staircase
      made of the bliss of heroes. I shape shifted to be one with only the
      greatest of shamans. Ten of us in all. I am the eleventh shaman. I'll
      retell the story proper like, this is just a few accounts.

           I also taught very small flies how to teleport, and painted the very first
      image of a living man on a bearskin, who lives breathes just as you and I,
      but is animated on the body of a bearskin. On this skin grew the story I
      have been telling... and I delved into it to find m way back home once
      and built a magic bridge from our world to this world. After returning, I
      was surprized to find the bearskin stolen, and was happy I had built the
      bridge. I later learned that the bearskin was stolen by a sea creature,
      who was tricked by a raven who told him that he would give him wings to
      fly if he gave him the bearskin, the creature gave the bearskin, and the
      raven flew up and up and up and up, vanishing into the stars to bring life
      to another planet with it. The sea creature crawled up onto the earth, it
      was massive, lept up so far inland that it could not go back to the sea
      and was so weak that it and cried and cried, wanting so desperately to be
      closer to the others for there were none of its kind in the sea. His tears
      made the great lakes, and on a swim to find the great trees beneath the
      waters, he held me, till I nearly drowned. Then he started crying. I
      understood from the lights and sounds of the Gitchie Manitoo what I was to
      do. So I made him part man, that could turn into a dolfin, but only if he
      agreed to move out into the sea because his tears were often causing
      floods. Together our chants and songs sometimes bring typhoons inland to
      replenish the thirsty trees, and uproot the old ones, and he is my oldest
      friend. True story.