Iggdrasil
Jedi
I strongly recommend "The Big Book of Shaman" of Vladimir Serkin. There is no translate this book into English, and the author said me, that I cannot translate it and place it here, but I think, that I may place a few excerpts from this book to interest some forum members in Shaman's philosophy.
Preface
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You need to look at the map. The Magadan region is slightly more than half of the entire European part of Russia. According to the census, 182 thousand people live in this area. Of these, more than 100 thousand people live in Magadan itself, about 40 thousand people live in villages within a radius of two hundred kilometers from Magadan. The remaining 30-40 thousand people live in villages, mainly along the only highway. The villages themselves exist only because and while gold is mined in the regions. Hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of taiga, tundra, plateaus and mountain ranges are still waiting for their explorer. There is no and never was either socialism or capitalism here. Politics itself seems from here to be a completely meaningless exercise, absolutely unrelated to real life. European states appear from here to be small patches of exhausted, polluted and densely populated land. Their pathos, combined with their complete uselessness and lack of influence on life, is incomprehensible. If any of the locals occasionally watch TV, then the bias of politicians or other figures is somewhat surprising, but since none of them influence anything here, it is quickly forgotten. In 1997, Eveln, who had returned from the village, answered a question about the news that the UN was advancing east. "Not the UN, but NATO," I corrected. Everyone looked at me in surprise, and I realized that here there was no difference between the UN, NATO, RAO UES and other barbaric gibberish. And I had violated etiquette because of nonsense.
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My note: Evelns are not real nation, just play on words.
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Approximately halfway between the Eveln routes and the settlements on the coast that are dying out due to the depletion of gold placers, a Shaman sometimes lives. His nationality and age are unknown.
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The Shaman makes (and still does) a disturbing impression with his asociality. One evening, when we were standing on the top and looking at the distant, orange Magadan in the rays of the setting sun, I glanced at the Shaman and suddenly realized that he did not care what would happen to the city and the people. He was not hostile, but he was not friendly either. Sometimes the Shaman behaves like a kind grandfather - a teacher, sometimes - it seems to me that another creature is hiding behind the human appearance. Perhaps many decades (?) of life with other creatures left this strange imprint on the Shaman. I wrote down in a notebook immediately and as accurately as possible, but the notes cannot be considered verbatim. It is difficult to talk, it is impossible to record on a dictaphone. He does not live in our rhythm, he lives in his own eternity, he can be silent for an hour and a half or two after a question, boil and drink his decoctions, sort herbs or "amulets", and then unexpectedly answer. If I had expected to return to the city by a certain date, I might not have received an answer. But the Shaman remembered the questions and gradually answered them.
Preface
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You need to look at the map. The Magadan region is slightly more than half of the entire European part of Russia. According to the census, 182 thousand people live in this area. Of these, more than 100 thousand people live in Magadan itself, about 40 thousand people live in villages within a radius of two hundred kilometers from Magadan. The remaining 30-40 thousand people live in villages, mainly along the only highway. The villages themselves exist only because and while gold is mined in the regions. Hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of taiga, tundra, plateaus and mountain ranges are still waiting for their explorer. There is no and never was either socialism or capitalism here. Politics itself seems from here to be a completely meaningless exercise, absolutely unrelated to real life. European states appear from here to be small patches of exhausted, polluted and densely populated land. Their pathos, combined with their complete uselessness and lack of influence on life, is incomprehensible. If any of the locals occasionally watch TV, then the bias of politicians or other figures is somewhat surprising, but since none of them influence anything here, it is quickly forgotten. In 1997, Eveln, who had returned from the village, answered a question about the news that the UN was advancing east. "Not the UN, but NATO," I corrected. Everyone looked at me in surprise, and I realized that here there was no difference between the UN, NATO, RAO UES and other barbaric gibberish. And I had violated etiquette because of nonsense.
***
My note: Evelns are not real nation, just play on words.
***
Approximately halfway between the Eveln routes and the settlements on the coast that are dying out due to the depletion of gold placers, a Shaman sometimes lives. His nationality and age are unknown.
***
The Shaman makes (and still does) a disturbing impression with his asociality. One evening, when we were standing on the top and looking at the distant, orange Magadan in the rays of the setting sun, I glanced at the Shaman and suddenly realized that he did not care what would happen to the city and the people. He was not hostile, but he was not friendly either. Sometimes the Shaman behaves like a kind grandfather - a teacher, sometimes - it seems to me that another creature is hiding behind the human appearance. Perhaps many decades (?) of life with other creatures left this strange imprint on the Shaman. I wrote down in a notebook immediately and as accurately as possible, but the notes cannot be considered verbatim. It is difficult to talk, it is impossible to record on a dictaphone. He does not live in our rhythm, he lives in his own eternity, he can be silent for an hour and a half or two after a question, boil and drink his decoctions, sort herbs or "amulets", and then unexpectedly answer. If I had expected to return to the city by a certain date, I might not have received an answer. But the Shaman remembered the questions and gradually answered them.