Shamanic flight

So,  just another dream. Just .. ?

Again in the little village where I was raised. A morning gathering. Four women chanting. Shaman chants.  I join them in the chant and then I raise myself and fly around. The chant becomes overwhelming, turning me into a vessel of sound.  I watch and I fly. And then the flight is over, there is no more power for sliding.  And the reality hits me 🙂

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