StillFoundation

Ae-Jah El-Rah (narrative #3) The students began to stir, gathering their cushions, and Kronis walked behind the stone table at the end of the hall to...

Dream Journal: I was somewhere between the time of boyhood and manhood. The shaman stood over the body on the ground, it bulky mass and skin dark and perfect. I played the drum, earthy and simple. I played the flesh of the animal, its tone solid. I experimented with different tones; the tones of the fleshy areas and then the bony ridge with a deeper sound. I played while the wise man cut a piece of flesh off with a crude yet sharp knife that he held curved around his knuckles. He put the piece in his mouth. He handed me the knife and spoke, he told be to cut the flesh of the animal. I held the knife, if felt comfortable but my heart was unsure.