FOR many people, the call to the shamanic path leads them to exotic, far flung climes. Eager to learn all they can, they start swotting up on all things Native American, long to drum with the Sami or start saving up for a trip into the amazon to discover the delights of ayahuasca.
That’s what shamanism is, isn’t it? That slightly elusive path that beckons from afar – the drums, the smoke, the rattles, the pipe, the Injun spirit guides…
There’s nothing like that in England, is there? We don’t have vision quests, sweat lodges, sacred pipes, medicine plants…. and we certainly don’t have those really cool medicine names, do we?