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Orthodox shamanism
“Russia mother” must be growled. And instead of “shoot” say “carry out the sentence”
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The shaman sings a new song. I composed it myself. The reviews are rave.
The text won't tell you much. You have to hear the growl, you have to see the face - very strangely protruded lips, a furious grin - today it is presented as the face of Russia. You must see how the Shaman waves his arms, how he moves, how he crosses himself. For those who don't dare look, here are the words.
You are my soul, free of heart,
Disobedient to the black enemies,
The light of your icons is from time immemorial.
And while I'm alive, I'm always with you
Russia - mother, you are right in my heart,
One like that, with you to the edge.
A joy for us, a barrier for our enemies.
By the walls of the temple, Russia - mother
You go through centuries, glorious truth,
You are my destiny, given by God.
I stand by my side for you, like in the last battle,
And in the damp earth I am always with you!
Black enemies, “last battle”, “in the damp land” - this is a frank song of death. For shamans this is the “lower world”, the grave.
The idea and words are frankly a hundred years ago:
We will boldly go into battle! And as one, we will die fighting for it!
For what, for whom do those who will all die as one go into battle? Apparently, for the one who sent them to die.
You have to hear HOW he screams furiously - these are, of course, spells. This shaman lacks a tambourine, but has very meaningful pictures.
Judging by his appearance, this is a prosecutor or investigator. Black jacket, black tie, clean hands, clear eyes.
The office matches. An office desk, an investigator's lamp, which is pointed at the face of an arrested enemy. A steel safe, a file cabinet, office folders (apparently there are criminal cases there: denunciations, interrogations, evidence).
Dirty gray walls. Classic glass with cup holder. Small globe, telephone with receiver. No trace of a computer (satanic invention)…
It's not 2026. This is the first half of the 20th century. The shaman, in the old fashioned way, develops photographs in a bath (that is, reveals the true essence of the enemies, the rotten insides), and hangs them up to dry in the old fashioned way. But in order for us to correctly understand which criminals have been caught and who will now be brought to him for interrogation, the shaman investigator lays out dried photographs of criminals/traitors on the table.
For those who were unable or did not have time to identify the flashing enemies, at the end their names will appear on the screen indicating that they are all “foreign agents”. Here are some of the two dozen: Galkin*, Khodorkovsky*, Slepakov*, Tinkov*, Venediktov*, Makarevich*, Gordeeva*, Dud*...
If Bob Fosse were filming his Cabaret today, he would certainly invite the Shaman, because his style and the ferocity with which he shouts the text would be ideal for a film about the 30s of the last century.
There is no corresponding portrait in the office (or we don’t see it), but on the icon there is the Mother of God with a baby, and the Shaman earnestly and widely crosses himself (not in the church, but right in his investigator’s office). Too wide.
Orthodox Christians are required to be baptized in a strictly defined way. Correctly folded fingers (fingers) should be applied to the forehead, then to the stomach, then to the right shoulder and finally to the left. But since some people have a very large stomach, it is specially stated: to the solar plexus . It is located in the upper abdomen, just below the sternum (in the pit of the stomach). You can’t lower your hand to the navel, let alone below - God forbid. The investigator on the screen waves his hand down all the way to the pubis, although, of course, an anatomical anomaly cannot be ruled out, and he has a solar plexus there.
The shaman (in the video) is both a prosecutor and a judge. It can be assumed that the sentence itself will be carried out.
Notice the predilection of these departments for beautiful (in their opinion) turns of phrase. Instead of “shoot” - “sentence to capital punishment” or “carry out the sentence.” They cannot write “execute,” but rather always “carry out the sentence,” although they do not lead the sentence anywhere, they lead the condemned.
Why does “Russia Mother” need to growl? (And the Shaman actually growls, baring his teeth, I’m not exaggerating, I’m not distorting.)
Turning sideways to the audience, the Shaman (in the words “Russia Mother”) clenches his fist and shows his arm bent at the elbow. We know what this gesture means, but who is he showing it to?
...In the last seconds a miracle happens (the spells worked!): the heads of enemies appear on the screen and - holy! holy! - they start singing “Russia Mother”. It seems as if the severed heads are opening their mouths and screaming. What happened to them? Apparently, what we read about in “1984” came true: the victims fell in love with Big Brother.
Not in life, of course, but in a shamanic product.