Fieldnote: Witnessing cosmogenesis
Spirit soars, and through the eye of the aether the earth fills vision beyond our body.
The waves of the atmosphere* reverberate across our being.
The earth groans eternally
as thought the spirit tree itself is collapsing in perpetuity.
The violence and serenity is immense.
The birthing of the world.
Through our ascent the shifting grounds of primordial time reveal our origin.
Shaman O, Northern Tribes Itān. Semi-trance(?) state describing a vision of when the world was created.
*Better translation?
(Fieldnotes by Ethnographer B, T.O. 93.)