[[Shaman Shane]] is an <b><u>absolute last resort</b></u>. It's a hillbilly hustler moonlighting as a priest. It's a monotheistic pursuit of a never before seen paganism. It's a screaming against the dying of the light. I'm not qualified for this, but neither is anyone else. Shaman Shane is the only saviour I have on call. Even though he is likely a lunatic I still must complete. I slay demons. I save vessels. I crack minds. I help the angels within those in need win the wars against what drags them away from where they wish to be going. This is my commitment to show the fuck up. My shamanism is a tween tripping out on rock mold swimming naked with mermaids in the Georgia Straight. It's an eight-year-old reading a Bible, a Quran, and the Lord of the Rings, all at once, while putting it all together with his own Nordic rage. It's a Godless heathen learning to see what can only be heard. It's a lost Lutheran learning to recognize what all that noise really was. It's a cripple, saved. But more than any of that, it's a guy who knows deeply how idiotic it is to presume correctness, aptitude, or ability. It's an act of faith. A commitment, to die trying. It's my heart, my light, and my fury.