El “Featherless Shaman” o “Chaman sin plumas” es nombre metaforico que empecé a utilizar para representar una forma de chamanismo que pueda ser aceptada de las personas mas racionales. Lo llamo tambien “Chamanismo Esencial” donde la experiencia sin interpretación es … Continue reading Featherless Shaman
Trilingual -> 3 Lingue [ITAliano] 1 Post -> 3 Languages [ENGlish] -> 3 Idiomas [ESPañol] [ITA] Ogni volta che scrivo in una lingua tra quelle … Continue reading New Categor[y]-[ia]-[ía]
The doctors say I can go back to life. So hello rainy life! There’s nothing better than an umbrella above your head and a trip to the mountains to recover and heal with good air. Today I’m so excited!!! Viva … Continue reading O K
(Disclaimer: #Usetheenglishluke is a self-born linguistic challenge coming from my desire to improve my third language using words from other bloggers I don’t know or I don’t normally use in my work. These are the words I’ll use in today’s #Usetheenglishluke Challenge: wreak havoc … Continue reading Never look at a welding torch!
Yesterday I spoke about the Old Gold Past Renewed, but today I’d like to think about the present. In my work I have to speak 3 languages everyday. But… if my Italian and Spanish are quite good, my English has … Continue reading Use the English Luke
Hi everyone, Featherless Shaman takes a break. I created this profile to give a chance to people to understand the way of the shaman, the value of the ego, the hidden power of semi-anonymity. It was an experiment that led … Continue reading Hybernation
Today is a special day! The circle of stones moved during the night, creating a chaos of smiling, neutral and sad faces. The ritual involves the use of the dying moon as a catalyst. The door of shadows had to open … Continue reading The door to You
The alps are like old sentinels of ancient glaciations. Here i had my first experiences in meditation and shamanic connection to world synchronicities. I’m coming back after years, just to play my drum in loneliness, covered by the comforting hug … Continue reading Frozen spider webs and the heart of the mountains
There was once a boy. He was 13 years old. He had freckles and red hair. Every summer his parents brought him to the sea for at least a week. It was a Swedish resort in a foreign land. The fragrant pine woods hosted a … Continue reading Rosemary feathers in pine grove skies
Today I’ve been seeing a crazy guy in the metro station, cursing god and speaking to an invisible man at his side, and I was realizing i’m just that crazy too. It’s not like I want to say everyone is crazy or … Continue reading How real do you really want your spirituality to be?