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 ━━━━━

The journey of five kids as they try to escape the hunter spirits who are after them. They have no idea why till a stranger comes to them to rescue from the chaos. Only to realise later that they are a part of a secret group of gifted people who can communicate with spirits.

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

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 world hangs by a thread, and it's our fault. What we need is a revival of individual spirituality, and this serves as a concise introduction to this revival.

After nine years dormant, a magical talent re-awakens in Kestutis Naujokas, an exiled Lenkish shaman. On the eve of a summer festival, he is asked to demonstrate it to the warders at Dun Dubh fortress. But is he able to control it - and will it be his greatest triumph, or his greatest disaster? A New Year serial from the Insulan Empire series. (With apologies - and acknowledgements - to Brian Friel for the title.)

Korean mythology consists of national legends and folk-tales which come from all over the Korean Peninsula. The origin may be a blend of Korean shamanism, Buddhist, Chinese myths, Confucian and Taoist legends and myths. The legends may also vary greatly by region, even within the country. For example, the people of Jejudo have a very different lifestyle from that of the mainland and so can generate different forms of the same myths. In Korean shamanism, animism was dominant as the prime source for religious life for the Korean people. Particular worship of mountains, animals, plants stem from the belief that they had souls and often show up in the folktales as well as talk about tributes and sacrifices, whether literal, or figurative. At the same time, there were gods that occupied certain domains and they would often show up in folktales as distant protectors that called on humans when asked to rather than interfering with every day life. Early in Korean history, the shamanistic religion was dominant and because early Korea was divided often into smaller domains, such as Silla and Goguryeo, Baekje, the folktales and myths tended to differ also by those regions. With the arrival of Buddhism in the 3-4th century, the myths and native religion began to change as did the myths. With the advent of Neo Confucianism, the native religion was suppressed by the government where shamans were often killed for practicing and so many of the legends either changed or were blended into existing legends. - This Book contains: - Creation myth - List of Deities and Famous Figures - Explanation about korean shamanism. - The Flood Myth - Collections of stories, myths and legends - 2018 -Completed-

These are poems that are meant to heal people through nature and kindness. These poems show that paganism, shaman, or Wicca isn't evils it's other peoples opinion on nature. *****************now on Amazon as ebook*************** Please rate nicely on good reads🌝

I met my girlfriend in America. I accompanied her to Thailand after proposing to her, expecting a melancholy introduction to my future in-laws. I was met with horror and demons that would haunt me for a lifetime.

400k wds, some neologisms. Story of a young bohemian bawn and bred in the briar patch that lay between the borders of St. Elvis Era and the Eleusinian Feels of alternity.

Magic and shamanism seem quite exciting and romantic, until you encounter some that actually works! This story will show you why nothing is ever as easy as youd wish it to be either.

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?"

Poetry again about lucid dreaming.

This story is part fact, part fiction....its for free thinking people to want to see a different reality. Access to that reality is right under your nose, if you are prepared to look.

Story from my dreams

The story takes place in the heart of Grenduna, a vast land of flowing rivers and untamed forests. Shamanism has helped guide the people of the Kitesuna tribe for two generations. Most of the children in the clan are born with a "gift" that is discovered and unleashed during a rite of passage ceremony. This is The Tale of Natobu, a fledgling that must forge his own path in these savage jungles.

We all remember the horror stories of the kidney thieves. People waking up in bathtubs packed in ice with a note that told them to call 911. Most might be aware that the story is an urban legend that propagated during the late 1990's. There was simply no feasible way to harvest and transplant an organ outside of a medical facility, the procedure is so complex and delicate, and requires to-the-second timing as well as many highly trained personnel to have made this story anything but a hair raising camp fire story. Fast forward to Vermont, 2013 and the bizarre cases of mutilated victims. Now its hands, feet, or whole limbs that are mysteriously going missing, while organs seem to be intact. In fact the victim was quite obviously well cared for during the ordeal, but not a single one can remember anything about it, nor do they seem quite themselves anymore. Rumors abound of black market sales abound, the locals are getting agitated and a bunch of mediums and so-called clairvoyants are twittering that its not the black market that people need to be worried about...