Oriental shamanic legends tell that there was an evil Dragon that plagued the forest, its only objective was the destruction of nature, this Dragon, feared the Panther, because the breath was so sweet that the simple opening of its mouth could destroy the Dragon, but he knew that Pantera, after eating, slept three days in a row, and so our legend begins ...
The forest beings loved the Panther, because she was the only one to defend them from the Dragon, her gaze was so powerful, that when hunting, she lowered her eyes, so that her prey, which practically offered herself as food, would not have the destroyed spirit, so powerful is the power of your gaze!
One day, after eating, she jumped through the mountains and entered one of the caves to sleep, there, the Panther rested and dreamed of the stars ...
The Dragon, knowing this, began his undertaking of destruction. The legends tell that he was a revolted spirit, since he was told that nature was not created to serve him, this flooded him with hatred for the forest.
The Dragon flew over the forest and spewed its putrid poison into the trees, which languished screaming as only trees can scream. The poison dripped through the mountains and valleys, burned everything that was alive. Serpents, great alchemists, were unable to transmute all the poison that the Dragon, incessantly vomited, and this continued its destruction.
The great Tiger warrior stuck his claws in the poison, his efforts were futile, but it was only what he could and knew how to do to defend the jungle. The Wolves ran in despair trying to hide their young and howled in pleas to Heaven, for something to help them, the Bears cried, the Fish recited incantations, which could not cope with the demand for poison, the animals gathered resigned and their tears calmed the Earth, but it knew it would be annihilated.
A little Nightingale, sad and wounded, seeing all this, moved away to the mountains and began his sad song:
“I am the light that goes out. My corner and the jungle are the same. My mother's sad end. Sad the end of my beloved. Mama Selva is gone. Mama Selva is gone. The panther will no longer flow through the shadows. No longer…"
He didn't know, but behind him, the cave was opened in which there was a grave, where Panther had fallen asleep, and when he heard his name, she jumped up: - What's going on? Who sings such a sad melody at the entrance to the cave?
The Nightingale, hearing such a well-known cry and feeling the sweet breath of the Panther, changed the tone of the melody, and without hesitation sang the cruelty of the Dragon, and the glories of ancient struggles, and what was happening.
The Panther howled with rage, its feline blood boiled under the black cloak like the infinite that was its skin, the cry of its intention was given: - Death, death is what the wind whispers in the eardrums of the Dragon !!!! May my breath reach your nostrils !!!!
Asking for help from the great messenger Eagle, she was carried to meet the Dragon, who had already smelled his breath and was trying to escape, but in one leap Panther clawed at his neck, from where the thick, sticky blood of the gushed gushed out. Dragon. Breaking on the forest floor, the Dragon begged the Panther not to kill him, he cried and sobbed, but his gaze was the same ... The Panther in doubt, stopped for an instant, long enough for the Dragon to escape ...
Outraged, Pantera consulted the great Phiton; the snake; that by its oracle, it was said where the Dragon went to hide: - In the hearts of Men. said the Priestess.
Pantera, once again, howled, and howled very hard, so much that the whole Heaven was attracted, and said to Pantera: - Make love to me, and you will have the solution ... That's what Pantera did, and immediately she became pregnant, and Heaven said to him: - Have your children where men live.
With the help of the Eagle, the Panther gave birth over the cities, and a phenomenon occurred; from her belly, thousands of sparkling rainbow-colored lights floated out. In her mind, Panther heard the voice of Heaven: - These are your children, they were born as men and women, but their souls will be the same as yours, they will continue their struggle, under your protection; for the job they were born for. They will not be many, but they will be powerful, they will be subtle like the movement of the Moon, bright as the Sun, happy as the sound of running waters, steady as trees, they will seek freedom and they will love the night, for it will remind them of their color, they will feel good during the day, because it will look like your eyes, they will flow like your body during the hunt, they will be called Warriors, Shamans, madmen ... But they will have, in their hearts, the marks of your claw ... ”
And so Neo-Shamans were born and are born, accustomed and ready for battle ...