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The Thin Man. This is a design for my son's tattoo, which now adorns his torso. I've never had any of my creations gestate as long as this shamanic western character, but since my son decided to adorn his body with him, it's been a HUGE stimulus to finally get him going - we're talking from 1980 till today, and he has at least 5 goddamn unpublished half-finished stories to draw from!  So now u know. Oh, & he's copyrighted more than Mickey Mouse, btw - so steal him at your own risk! LoL

The Thin Man. This is a design for my son's tattoo, which now adorns his torso. I've never had any of my creations gestate as long as this shamanic western character, but since my son decided to adorn his body with him, it's been a HUGE stimulus to finally get him going - we're talking from 1980 till today, and he has at least 5 goddamn unpublished half-finished stories to draw from! So now u know. Oh, & he's copyrighted more than Mickey Mouse, btw - so steal him at your own risk! LoL

“Your son is in a constant state of trying to return to the ecstasy of death.” The words hit me hard and I felt instantly sick. Why would my five-year old son Jack want to die? We were sitting in a little house in Vermont when the shaman made that statement. I had recently read Rupert Isaacson’s The Horse Boy, a story about a family that traveled on horseback through Mongolia in search of the shamans that would heal their autistic son.

“Your son is in a constant state of trying to return to the ecstasy of death.” The words hit me hard and I felt instantly sick. Why would my five-year old son Jack want to die? We were sitting in a little house in Vermont when the shaman made that statement. I had recently read Rupert Isaacson’s The Horse Boy, a story about a family that traveled on horseback through Mongolia in search of the shamans that would heal their autistic son.

For 3 years now I live in the Rom (known by the eponym "Gypsy") neighbourhood of Alacati in Turkey. We are happy here. Every year there is a special celebration on the night of May 5th. It's called Hıdırellez and it celebrates the arrival of spring/summer. It's now linked to Islam but its roots are ancestral dating back to the time of shamanism - Yakuts (of Turkic origins) of Siberia were celebrating it. Every religion assimilates elements of previous beliefs; nothing is ever staticand I…

For 3 years now I live in the Rom (known by the eponym "Gypsy") neighbourhood of Alacati in Turkey. We are happy here. Every year there is a special celebration on the night of May 5th. It's called Hıdırellez and it celebrates the arrival of spring/summer. It's now linked to Islam but its roots are ancestral dating back to the time of shamanism - Yakuts (of Turkic origins) of Siberia were celebrating it. Every religion assimilates elements of previous beliefs; nothing is ever staticand I…

My son Shaman and my daughter Natascha

My son Shaman and my daughter Natascha

“Your son is in a constant state of trying to return to the ecstasy of death.”  The words hit me hard and I felt instantly sick. Why would my five-year old son Jack want to die?  We were sitting in a little house in Vermont when the shaman made that statement. I had recently read Rupert Isaacson

“Your son is in a constant state of trying to return to the ecstasy of death.” The words hit me hard and I felt instantly sick. Why would my five-year old son Jack want to die? We were sitting in a little house in Vermont when the shaman made that statement. I had recently read Rupert Isaacson

Blackened Red Lullaby by DeSe on SoundCloud My son Ben!

Blackened Red Lullaby by DeSe on SoundCloud My son Ben!

In the autumn of 1996, my son was seventeen when he told me one day on the way home from school: “I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t find my old self again.” He’d had a seemingly marvelous summer staying with family in Mexico, fishing and learning to surf. He’d achieved nearly a full scholarship for his junior year at a Boston private school. However, one teacher had observed that, in class, he “sometimes seems to be out of touch and unable to focus his mind.”

In the autumn of 1996, my son was seventeen when he told me one day on the way home from school: “I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t find my old self again.” He’d had a seemingly marvelous summer staying with family in Mexico, fishing and learning to surf. He’d achieved nearly a full scholarship for his junior year at a Boston private school. However, one teacher had observed that, in class, he “sometimes seems to be out of touch and unable to focus his mind.”

Wolf Tattoos And Meanings-Wolf Tattoo Designs And Ideas

Wolf Tattoos: Designs, Ideas, and Meanings

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