There are stories about the life after death, about the light at the end of the tunnel - mesmerizing glow of pure divinity
Abstract shamans see, how endless swarm of fireflies - consiousnesses of just died beings
- are flying towards the reason, that once gave them life...
....to become dissociated

Light from the other side is the light of incoming train
We are blinded by it, and don`t see the train behind. Until it is too late

Before we die we recapitulate our life
Something forces us to recall the chain of memories, which made us

After recapitulation, we enter into the harsh realm of naqual - beyond the chain of life
At this stage we are meeting with our Death
And we will be dead
For ever

Abstract shaman`s way is dreaming oneself dead
While living. Not waiting for Death to call him away
Yet such life is more real than it was before
There is nothing to defend and this flatters freedom
So abstract shaman puts all his energy into his doings
There is no way for us to see the cold breath behind mask

Naqual is not opposite to anything
Anything is a part of naqual
Too little part to make sense for a whole
Only, that matters for naqual, is personal energy (not prayers and love)