Meet Jared, a would-be shaman. He’s young, 22, but quite serious about becoming a shaman, a spiritual healer and leader. I was wandering in the desert west of Sedona when I hapened across his camp,. At his invitation I settled in nearby–to get the story. He said his mother comes occasionally with supplies. He just “lives” letting the universe speak to him. Surprisingly, we’re both from New Orleans and reminisced a bit. He seemed glad to share his views and his fire; said he gets lonely but deals with it. I let him use my shower.
We walked the next morning and discovered an elderly lady sleeping on a cot–no tent–just wishing to sleep under the stars I presume. (didn’t get a picture or the story–we let her be)
Later as he was sharing his poetry with me, VISITORS dropped out of the sky. A sign from the cosmos?
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