Shamanism Stories

❪ ៸ korean femoc x kang hajoon ⁱᶠ ʷⁱˢʰᵉˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵏⁱˡˡ ━━━━━ ! ﹆◞ ❫ ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一𝒊𝒕'𝒔 been 𝒂 long 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 time 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 I've 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 your 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆... ⠀⠀⠀ ! 𓄼 ━━━━━

A storm had rolled in. The wind was strong and ripped leaves and baby branches from the trees. Lightning flashed behind the demon skull, lighting the empty eye sockets and the old statue on top. The rain poured down in sheets, filling up the dirt roads and flooding the rivers. A light flickered deep in the forest outside the border. Mother is unconcerned about it all, the blossoms and the stars telling her good things will come of it. knock-knock-knock Mother looks up from the wood she was carving. She opens the door and there stood the outcast of Hage, Yuno. "Medicine Mother, please help me on my way," Yuno pleads through her sobs. Mother blinks and looks back at the fallen blossoms still on her table. She turns back and stares into terrified gold eyes, hearing the angry cries beneath the booming thunder. Good things will come of this storm. Not just for her, it seems. - Or, what if there lived a shaman in Hage who took in Yuno as a student? What if Hage hated (is scared of) Yuno for having so much more magic than the rest of them? What if magic was a lot more entwined with the world than what people thought? This story comes to be, apparently. - A horrible summary, but a new story, this time in the POV of Yuno! Woo! Honestly, Yuno is kind of underrated (which, fair. He isn't the main character) but I wish there was more fics surrounding him as if he was the main character (though, that doesn't mean I want him specifically to be Wizard King). And I wanted to do a girl!Yuno story since apparently there's either so few or no fics at all with the tag to warrant it not being made. I hope you all enjoy! Updates will be posted on Fridays.

Anecdotes and other tidbits

A compendium of my religious visions.

Poetry about what the coast of war and conflict does to ancient lands like Chechnya and Afghanistan

It was clear that Kellia was disoriented as Davy put the bike in neutral and started pushing it out of the middle of the street. The young woman practically leaned against the side of the vehicle, an unconscious "Whoa!" of reeling realization escaping as she more held on for support rather than help steer much at all... The cat showed up as Kellia, Arista and Davy shouldered his big road hog to the curb, which overlooked the precipitous, tree covered drop of the Appalachian mountain side. They leaned into the heavy bike, rolled it across the tarmac to the underbrush choked side walk and Kellia was nearly overwhelmed by a sickening sense of vertigo, all that tree choked, boulder cluttered way down, peeking through the branches; like hide and seek with the sky, the thought of free falling worsening an already confabulated state of mind. And then the cat was just there, sitting between the handlebars of Davy's bike, the biggest damn house cat Kellia had ever seen! Just sitting there, licking itself, the big black feline sported a bright red strip down its back and into rings along its tail, deep onyx eyes stared about with blank interest as it preened and fussed, digging at the particularly tangle-some patch of fur in the spot where it was minus its left foreleg. The three legged cat sat a full three feet tall, easily the size of a four to five year old child. Kellia knew this cat... and so did Davy, "From the dream... last night. It's the same three legged cat!" The big biker scratched at a spot behind his ear as he pondered this imponderability, eyeing Arista with a brand of dismayed deference. Was this really happening, the look on his face wondered? Kellia shook her head, as if to right herself to what she was seeing... "It's Black Tom Red... right?" she asked, more of herself than to anyone else; which was why Davy almost squealed like a little girl when the cat started talking, "Well, of course little girl. Who else would I be?"

A young woman returns to her hometown and unexpectedly reconnects with her shamanistic roots.

A unique young woman and her eccentric coworkers solve paranormal mysteries and crimes while hunting a larger monster that hides in the shadows and threatens to destroy life as they know it.

the ancient lands of the Amazons the female only warriors.

The most powerful shaman is the one brought closest to death by the Three Trials. Geser is a trainee shaman who has complete the Mental Trial and the Physical Trial, which damn near killed him. Now he must undergo the Spiritual Trial and learn how a shaman must operate in the real world. The problem is he is a car thief in modern Texas, an illegal import from Siberia, yet he must call upon the world's oldest magic to stay alive and become. Based upon the actual mythology of shamanism..

Story from my dreams

My sound bath adventures! Written so not just entertain but also to show that the unknown is real! So read on to find out what my brain will sprout out next! That being I hope this will get you to enjoy a sound bath too one day!

the spiritual accept of being a Amazonian woman

Imagine getting assaulted by two men, beaten to near death and then casually tossed off a 100+ foot cliff. During the fall, you experience a spiritual event that completely tests everything you know. This is a real-life story of survival, perseverance, hope and loss.

Those who are born among the American Indian people bearing qualities of both male and female, sometimes identified as homosexual and others as a mysterious third gender are said to bear great spiritual power. Alex never knew he might be one of these people until the dreams started and even stranger occurrences began happening in his waking life. What does it all mean and to what end will it lead.

Kaia is being used by a dark force to destroy the evil that lives in her village.

Jihyo was not afraid to take a risk, and Chaeyoung was not afraid to act.

Have you ever wondered if life is more than a series of random events? Or if invisible threads might weave together seemingly unrelated moments? Bree MacLeod-wise woman, shaman and Daughter of the goddess Bríghid-knows the Truth. But when Daphne O'Shea steps into her office, a simple question carries Bree beyond the Otherworld and the Allies she knows and loves... "Why do I always run from love?" Now Bree must track the answer to her client's question into the spaces of the Wild where the hunter becomes the hunted.