Dear Ghetto Shaman,
I read your book Happy Hour Healer: A Shaman’s Ale and I must admit to some confusion. I normally like stream of consciousness stuff, but what is Midget Reiki, who exactly are the Jersey Chuds, and why do you spend weeks at a time in a bar room toilet trying to contact the Malt Liquor Gods?
Indeed, I call that style Manic-Binge writing.
First off, Midget Reiki is only for the adept. A better place to start would be at one of my Yoga Parties. Yo-ga! Yo-ga!
The Jersey Chuds are minions of the Chaos Pigeons; those feathery adversaries to all that is sacred. Mick Zano and Dr. Sterling Hogbein have written extensively about them. I would recommend their works, but, as a rule I only plug my own books.
As for your third question: a Shaman’s job is to become in-tune with energies constantly percolating on the energetic plane and then alter those energies prior to their manifestation back here on the earthly plane. I drink malt liquor products and frequent the men’s room in hopes of one day harnessing the energy of the sacred beer fart (See
). I believe these energies will one day power the unfolding Universe itself. Pokey McDooris is single-colonly pushing this particular boundary. What he can do with a burrito and forty ounces of Big Jug Xtra Malt Liquor is legendary.
Hope this helps.
The Ghetto Shaman
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