Shaman is my calling
Before I answered the call of shamanism, my life was a quiet, predictable rhythm—work, home, sleep, repeat. On the surface, everything seemed normal, but beneath it, I felt a persistent emptiness. There was a part of me that longed for something I couldn’t name, something deeper, something alive. Watch video about White lotus No goals, no expectations—just the simple act of being present. I sat quietly, letting my breath become the only rhythm, letting the world fall away. Then, something...
