dial a shaman

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2018/jul/05/bizarre-dance-epidemic-of-summer-1518-strasbourg https://thepsychologist.bps.org.uk/volume-22/edition-7/dancing-plagues-and-mass-hysteria

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9KT7rVgynk

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hildegard_of_Bingen https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scivias http://www.columbia.edu/itc/english/f2003/client_edit/documents/scivias.html https://pdfs.semanticscholar.org/2020/7fc369e07371ba19f7b4852d6ba1e1e7dc34.pdf

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yUN6CsuVPw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNssQyjYtyU There is lambswool under my naked feet. The wool is soft and warm, - gives off some kind of heat. A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed. Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid. The fleas cling to the golden fleece, Hoping they'll find peace. Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid. There's no hiding in my memory. There's no room to avoid. The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor. For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door, Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor. The carpet crawlers heed their callers: "We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out We've got to get in to get out." There's only one direction in the faces that I see; It's upward to the ceiling, where the...

https://artblart.com/2018/07/27/photographs-edward-s-curtis-the-north-american-indian-list-of-large-plates-supplementing-volume-v/

https://symbolreader.net/2018/05/13/on-play/ https://symbolreader.net/2018/04/29/native-americans-stories-in-stone/

https://www.lrb.co.uk/v17/n06/john-kerr/madnesses https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Kerr_(author)