We Will See What Happens To Me Today

I left the hospital this morning and immediately headed to the address on the card left by the Shaman I met last night. At first, I thought it was a joke. The address on the card led me to swanky part of La Jolla, California. This Shaman had set up shop right on some pretty nice Beach Front Property.

He must have felt that I would be too curious to pass up his invitation of wanting to stay alive, because he was dressed up in his Shaman regalia when I showed up.

Without saying a word, I instinctively followed him down to the water's edge. Laid out on a red and black rug were his tools for a Bone Divination ceremony. Before I knew what was happening, he started chanting, looking as if he was going into a trance almost immediately.

That is when I stopped him. I asked, "What are you doing? I have questions you need to answer before you go and do your voodoo ritual on me. Why did you say if I wanted to live, to meet you here?" He pauses for a moment, lights his tobacco pipe, and says, "I am a Shaman. I am in touch with the Spiritual World. If you want to live, I can save you. But you must be willing to sacrifice your soul from this body to someone else's body." I was definitely confused by this time. So I asked for clarity. "Are you saying that my consciousness would be in a different body altogether?" Without looking at me, he tells me, "Yes, and the soul who was in that body would flow into your body." This I had to think about. Yes, I wanted to live. But at what price? Do I actually have the right to assume someone's identity and condemn that person to death in my body? I never fought in a War. I was never Police Officer were I might have to take a life for the protection of others. I never, in my whole life, ever imagined killing someone. For any reason. I wiped a tear from my eyes and said. "Thank you, but no. It is my fate to bare, and my alone." With that I turned to leave. Walking away and refusing to look back, I heard, "You haven't always been Spiritual in your life, but I was right. You have it in you." I don't know what exactly he meant by those words. All I know is, when I got back to my car, I had a voice message on my cell phone. "Jim. This is Susan again from your Doctor's office. We have wonderful news for you. The CT machine that took the X-ray of your brain was faulty. We believe there is no tumor. You're perfectly fine. Please come in to our office so we can confirm our diagnosis." I turned around and saw no sign of the Shaman.

This is,

I Already Had One Phone Call This Morning Asking Me If This Story Is True,

I Guess I Am Getting Better As A Story Teller,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate.”
- Roy T. Bennett, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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