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THE DREAM JOURNAL
OF L. CARUANA


SHAMAN INITIATION:
THE BLACK WALL
Munich, June 1994


      I am part of a primitive culture, and with a group of about thirty young men who want to initiate themselves into the wonders and lore of shamancraft.
      The elders tell us that, as the first part of the initiation, we must run to a large stone wall, jump, and grip the top ledge, then hang there for as long as we can. But their instructions are somewhat vague.
      With all the others, I go running towards the wall, jump, and grip the edge. The wall is made of solid black granite, very smooth, with diagonal ridges cut into it. It is difficult to hang there for long, and some of the initiates can't make it.
      As I hang there, I cannot see anything, since my vision is blocked on either side by my extended arms, and the stone is totally black. I think to myself that there must be more to the test than this. I decide to pull myself up. I see that a few others are doing the same as me, though most are still hanging there blindly.
      From the top of the wall, we can see that, at that precise moment, the sun is rising on the horizon. In a flash, it becomes resplendent, with orange, pink and violet hues. Then the moment passes, and I know that only those who have seen the sun's aura have passed the test.

      I wake up.

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