Schizophrenic Or Shamanic
Live in a world of twilight imagining
Marginal to the society
Live on the fringes, content to drift
In your own self-created value system
We have no tradition of Shamanism
We have no tradition for the journey
The journey into these mental worlds
We are terrified of the madness
Fear it for the western mind is
No more than house o f cards
Fear it for the builders know it's
No more than house of cards
You don't fit in
You are a problem
You don't pull your weight
You're not of equal worth
You are sick
You must be locked up
You're on a par with the prisoners
You are no different than a lost dog
The Shaman swims in the
Schizophrenic Ocean
For millennia he has drawn upon
Sanctioned technics
You are special
You will cure
You will prophesise
You will guide
You will be drawn out
You will be cared for
Your abilities are central
You will take the most fundamental decisions
There is an impulse to return to what is felt by the body
What is authentic, what is archaic
A desire to return to a magical empowerment of feeling
At the centre is the Shaman
Invoking a world of conscious living mystery
For that is what the world is
The world is not an unsolved problem
For scientists or sociologists
The world is a living mystery
Our birth, our death, our being in the moment
Our culture has killed that
Taken it away from us
We have become consumers of shoddy products, shoddier ideas
There is an impulse to return to what is felt by the body
Self-exploration, empowerment and hope
Hope, for the Human enterprise
Hope, for the Human enterprise
Marginal to the society
Live on the fringes, content to drift
In your own self-created value system
We have no tradition of Shamanism
We have no tradition for the journey
The journey into these mental worlds
We are terrified of the madness
Fear it for the western mind is
No more than house o f cards
Fear it for the builders know it's
No more than house of cards
You don't fit in
You are a problem
You don't pull your weight
You're not of equal worth
You are sick
You must be locked up
You're on a par with the prisoners
You are no different than a lost dog
The Shaman swims in the
Schizophrenic Ocean
For millennia he has drawn upon
Sanctioned technics
You are special
You will cure
You will prophesise
You will guide
You will be drawn out
You will be cared for
Your abilities are central
You will take the most fundamental decisions
There is an impulse to return to what is felt by the body
What is authentic, what is archaic
A desire to return to a magical empowerment of feeling
At the centre is the Shaman
Invoking a world of conscious living mystery
For that is what the world is
The world is not an unsolved problem
For scientists or sociologists
The world is a living mystery
Our birth, our death, our being in the moment
Our culture has killed that
Taken it away from us
We have become consumers of shoddy products, shoddier ideas
There is an impulse to return to what is felt by the body
Self-exploration, empowerment and hope
Hope, for the Human enterprise
Hope, for the Human enterprise
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Writer(s): Dave Ware
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