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That's what they're calling me now. I can't seem to produce their language. But that's what the elder sprits Have been calling me. I guess it freaked them out at first lol Sure as hell rocked my world.. But they see the stability resuming, As I feel my strength return. Now everyone wants to know what I'm going to do next. It's obvious, is it not? When a shaman is having big big spirit troubles, then it's time to meet a smarter shaman. I've already been making calls. A lot of people think I should check into a psychiatric ward. Maybe they're justified in thinking so. But this is burning in my chest. I will not subdue it under a blanket of antipsychotics. No..that would make me truly insane, or worse.. **** my heart with my body still trapping it. No, my friends, this is a spiritual matter. A matter of heart and honor and such. Satan himself is the enemy And we are on a mission from God
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
one who has seen hell
That's what they're calling me now. I can't seem to produce their language. But that's what the elder sprits Have been calling me. I guess it freaked them out at first lol Sure as hell rocked my world.. But they see the stability resuming, As I feel my strength return. Now everyone wants to know what I'm going to do next. It's obvious, is it not? When a shaman is having big big spirit troubles, then it's time to meet a smarter shaman. I've already been making calls. A lot of people think I should check into a psychiatric ward. Maybe they're justified in thinking so. But this is burning in my chest. I will not subdue it under a blanket of antipsychotics. No..that would make me truly insane, or worse.. **** my heart with my body still trapping it. No, my friends, this is a spiritual matter. A matter of heart and honor and such. Satan himself is the enemy And we are on a mission from God
Life as a tuned psychic is..uhhg
matthew-3
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35/M/Down south
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
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