Oh, shamanistic tribes of the faraway lands. Bring me thy fire, bring me thy spirit. Stand before me with open hands and fearsome eyes. What is it that I need to know? What is it that I need to bring into this world? Give me your words. Give me your wisdom. Give me your tremendous power of thy fire to reign my internal monsters. Let them be defeated and slain by your heat, your strength, your ancient symbols. I see them, I feel them, I despise them.
Go away oh thy great creatures. You have done your work. Let me be free of your excruciating grips and let me step into my life full of glory and richness. That is where I belong; in the sloping fields of infinite wisdom, under the trees of ever-present growth, at the rivers of ever-flowing life, in the moonlight of always knowing love.
Let me be light, let me be joy, let everything fall way and let me be reborn again on this rich earth.