Being a Shaman

My dad has been telling me many stories about the Great Ntxoov Yias. In the old, old world, full of more demon than human, the God of the sky gave us Ntxoov Yias to fight off all, if not most of the monsters and demons. Before he leave the Hmong people back to the sky, he had told everyone that he will bless them with his power to defend for themselves; for the physical body of the demons and monster were defended, their spirit still linger around. I am of Hmong descent. We believe in Shamanism. My grandpa from my dad side is a Shaman. My dad is a Shaman. And my grandpa from my mom side can cast healing spells. Apparently to become a Shaman though, you have to be the chosen one. I've been waiting to be one my whole life. Fighting demon, helping lost spirit to go reborn, and going on adventures! I will be the best Shaman ever!