some shamanic maps and guides

An ongoing folio of shamanic inquiries into maps and guides in other realms, commenced in 2025. Pen and ink on paper, plus some poetics.

“Inner motives spring from a deep source that is not made by consciousness and is not under its control. In the mythology of earlier times these forces were called mana, or spirits, demons, and gods. They are as active today as they ever were.” – C.G. Jung, Man and his Symbols, p82.

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take a pristine reverse-polish transmuter
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and with robust shiningwire connect this to a four-capacitated enhancement body
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thence by way of a solace-trap and two theta filters to a morbid annunciator
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whereby it will be found that by interlacing one small piquant-crystalline abbreviator
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the circuit back to the transmuter can be completed
to invoke a significant shift in organismal field

run like gusts of the wind
saviour scents of the earth —
one thing, a charcoal coat
like a scalp quivering,
shivering before chthonic gods —
burnt to this colour
will go on burning,
watch the world
let it eat me —
a language of smells
grasses, people, other dogs
inform me quickly
fast my responses
for i am animal-unburdened
close to the king
who thrives in the soil
with rapid angels
about my sinewed legs
eyes that dart and survey
from unknowable hazel depths
leathered nose of
unassailable wisdom
with meditative mastications
on bones of the dead
i fill my days and
with lurid dreams of
companions and foes
visions of the prey
of my ancestors —
darting down holes in the ground
or wings beating the water
rising from a pond —
such delights of reverie
calls to action at the park
return to the terrible,
nature’s script
simmering ancient lore
of animation

exploring, we found a way
into the megalith
and there entered
another mode of being

encountered first
a dihybrid emancipator
it’s four-sided generators
silently beating

felt for the first time
the stubs of our wings developing

were drawn then into an obviated lozenge
its trigramatic branding
supporting an energetic kernel
due to which
our wing power developed

then glided into a triangulator
itself fired by intense energisings
from a four-layered bellows —

going further,
encountered the resistive aspects
of an encased accordion
and were taken on an unexpected journey
via a sentiment trap then
four pronged diversion-filters

until, utilising our nascent wings
fresh and rainbow-bright
we ascended through halo traps
to experience a liberating
aspect of the emancipator —
and so our visit to the megalith was done