Spiritu Sancti

Christmas is a dangerous time of year, they say.Souls of newly departed wander aimlessly about,& may enter the bodies of the living,causing death & disease.

To the shaman of the village,who`s dealings with  spirits & ghosts,was a full time occupation,christmas was the Big day.So big was it to the village shaman,that she would climb up  a special tree.

When she sat there,in the top branches of this tree,she was equal & could clearly see & hear what happened in the realms of spirits & ghosts.

A   lost drifting soul would notice her presence & through her  eyes, would she connect & merge with the other.They became one.The shaman then called upon Great Spirit to help her for strength.

The special tree she was sitting on,would  stretch itself,taller & taller until it went through the clouds & soon, they where even far above the clouds.But  the tree would continue to rise higher & higher, until there was but  a great golden light about them.Soon was heard the familiar sound of  birds,or dogs barking.People would come too & upon reunion with loved ones,the lost soul was found.

The shamaness would start  to cry in relief & slowly she then descended  with the tree & remained on watch.Keeping her many eyes open in all directions.
Lest one of her eyes should dry out,she always had a bag of crystal eyes that was charged by her own
& this way,she remained aware of all that moved between this world & that one,but also that wich didn`t move,but appeared to be rocks or hills.
Sometimes she would see a bundle of stones lying about,like they do,but upon close inspection,they would, on occasion, reveal themselves, by moving & or even changing shape.
By inward whistling,she would catch their somnambulant attention,& attracted them to her light,where they entered, by the numbers.