Beyond the Western Bubble

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When the sun was a stain of blood, a screamed tribal song.

The shamanic trails

There was a time when we were still animals.

Then something happened and we weren’t anymore.

started dreaming.

Through

remote places

that never

had

Following a quiet voice.

A whisper from another life.

The animal that stirs within.

The child who still wants to run barefoot.

a name.

A journey not

meant

to be understood.

And

it is when

you get lost

that

A map that slowly disappears.

Crossing lands with nothing but a song.

you finally hear

Shamanic Trails is not about travel. It is about returning.

the echoes of the shaman

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