Language is an existence that defines a tale...
From Terence McKenna's Food of the Gods:
"For the shaman, the cosmos is a tale that becomes true as it is told and as it tells itself. This perspective implies that human imagination can seize the tiller of being in the world. Freedom, personal responsibility, and a humbling awareness of the true size and intelligence of the world combine in this point of view... A reverence for and an immersion in the powers of language and communication are the basis of the shamanic path. This is why the shaman is the remote ancestor of the poet and artist."
The story-teller, telling tales, brings existence into being. The artist blends and blurs the boundaries of the known and commonly perceived realities into something at once familiar and unknown. The tools used are not so important as is the process itself--simply learning to sing, and doing so. It is a path to be chosen, as is any other, and offers the singer, with practice and good fortune, an opportunity to make magic. And that is very important. I have some songs to sing, and it is my hope that these songs might just leave things a little bit better for their having been sung.
"For the shaman, the cosmos is a tale that becomes true as it is told and as it tells itself. This perspective implies that human imagination can seize the tiller of being in the world. Freedom, personal responsibility, and a humbling awareness of the true size and intelligence of the world combine in this point of view... A reverence for and an immersion in the powers of language and communication are the basis of the shamanic path. This is why the shaman is the remote ancestor of the poet and artist."
The story-teller, telling tales, brings existence into being. The artist blends and blurs the boundaries of the known and commonly perceived realities into something at once familiar and unknown. The tools used are not so important as is the process itself--simply learning to sing, and doing so. It is a path to be chosen, as is any other, and offers the singer, with practice and good fortune, an opportunity to make magic. And that is very important. I have some songs to sing, and it is my hope that these songs might just leave things a little bit better for their having been sung.
The Moon came up brightly
And it had a face.It said to me,
"Son, sit for awhile
Beneath the Wondrous Tree
In the park on the bluff-top
There above the River.
I promise to shine
Sweetly upon
You..."
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