Shamans and Smells

Mar. 12/10 0740 I wonder , have religions evolved because of the geography ? , the separation of peoples. Each region requiring different solutions to survive.Each tribes spiritual beliefs moulded by the region that they live in. The less populated revere the land , the sky and the animals that sustain them. As cultures become more densely populated , other peoples become the threat to survival and religions doctrines develop accordingly. The religious teachings evolving into a self-help guide to survival. The kicker might be the people that rise to power within the religion perpetuate the biggest scam going. “Worship and support us and we’ll take care of you after you die. Of course there is no recourse if they are wrong. Throw in a good dose of fear and paranoia into the teachings as the world becomes more populated and cultures start to encroach on one another. Then the cultures ,beliefs and the hoarding of resources needed to survive and the religions transform into a battle cry justifying mans willingness to sacrifice other human being so that they can survive. God always seems to be backing both sides when the killing begins. I know that there is something spiritual out there but I cannot accept a doctrine that is saturated in greed and blood. Lying to oneself when one’s time to die is near does not make sense to me. Maybe I will remain somewhat of a pantheist till the day I die. Mar. 13/10 0250 Whenever the body gives me a break I get up, get some stimulant into me and get moving as much as I can. Lately the time seems to in the middle of the night or early morning. That depends on which way one looks at their day. Just as one of the oncologists treating me told me to pay attention to my cravings , other people whom have dealt with the dying have told me to pay attention to my dreams. As I have mentioned earlier as the body deteriorates the dreams become more strange and vivid. I can usually distinguish between the dreams that are the subconscious mulling over previous events and dreams that could be precognitive in regards to an afterlife of sorts. I recently had one of the dreams that would fall into the category of the latter. It was brief. I was walking on old ground. Precambrian shield that is transitioning into green. A native shaman and some one else?, is walking with me. The shaman has a short walking stick or cane in one hand and is holding my hand with his other hand. He rests his head on my shoulder and tells me that he is writing an article for native life magazine. When he rests his head on my shoulder I can smell his body. It is not a bad smell. I wake up and the distinct smell lingers for minutes and then disappears.This is the first time a dream has lingered into my awake state and affected one of my conscious senses. I searched on the Internet to see if such a magazine existed. It does . It is magazine on health specifically devoted to the native population. How this in any way would have any bearing on me , I don’t know . I am as white as a Q Tip. The cancer : The whole right side of my body is becoming painful now as it did just before I was diagnosed with the small cell lung cancer. When I was first diagnosed my life expectancy was measured in “weeks , not months without urgent chemotherapy”. The chemo that I am now supposed to be receiving is still on hold due to infections that can be life threatening in their own right. I am a bit nervous. 0445 The stimulant is wearing off and my few good hours for the day have almost passed now. The Song of the Day is “Flying Cowboys” By Riki Lee Jones
Bye for Now , See ya on the other side