Jon Turk WRITING A Scientist, A Shaman, and Their Remarkable Journey Through the Siberian Wilderness PUBLIC SPEAKING EXPEDITIONS |
The Raven's GiftThe Raven's Gift
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Misha and I paddled our kayaks toward shore and then paused when we felt the waves steepen as they touched the sea floor. Dense, saucer-shaped clouds raced across the Arctic sky, piling up against one another as if there wasn't enough room to dissipate across the vast tundra. |
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It is my fond hope, that when you reach the last page of The Raven's Gift, it will mark a beginning, not an end. I would like this book and this website to be one small node where people can join together to share ideas and to take Moolynaut's message into the world. As I write this, the book release date is still several months away, but from earlier speaking engagements, several people have already offered their help and support. I urge you all to share your ideas, your own experiences, and your visions, with me and all of my readers.
The message that you have to spread is so imperative, and it needs to get out as quickly as the universe will allow. We cannot sit back and allow magic to pass on in the face of the buying, selling and killing off of natural and cultural resources- not on our watch!
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Moolynaut was born in a skin tent on the Siberian tundra during the reign of Czar Nicholas. She lived through the Russian revolution, the ravages of Stalin, the rise and fall of the Soviet empire, and the economic turmoil brought on by perestroika -- by freedom.
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"I wanted to cut my deer free and lead it into the autumn tundra. I saw myself alone, with the young bull, huddled behind an outcrop of rock as the first snows swept across the land. I would lead the bull to rich pasture and it would protect me. We would grow old and strong together. But this was just a dream. I was a little girl and my father was on the beach, counting rifles."
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Lydia "Welcome. I am good to see you. My name is Lydia. I am wait to you because I am knowing that you are to come at this place. Maybe that our great great grandmother -- How do you say this? Has made it to be that this storm did brung you to our village." |
Oleg
"Kutcha lives in the Other World, but maybe you can find him on the tundra. Wait and watch. Kutcha will understand and he will visit you in the Real World. Then you can thank him. Do you understand me?"
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Sergei "My friends the Americanskis! Oh, you Americanskis! What a strange people! We will never understand you." |
Misha "Of course, Oleg is right. We must do this thing. We must go to the Wild Nature. It will be like paddling to Alaska across the sea. Yes, Jon, we must do this thing. Together." |
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Chris The change of light was Chris's favorite time of day. So many times, when we were skiing in the short days of northern winters, we'd return home in the twilight. I often felt an urgency to reach the trailhead before true blackenss descended, but Chris would put a gloved hand on my elbow and ask me to slow down, watch the colors dissipate, and feel the peacefulness of night. |
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Nikolai "It's a beautiful, but dangerous time. The deer are calving and the wolves are hungry after a long winter." |
"The Koryak people lost their magic first. They lost their beliefs. They lost their shamans. Do you hear me? They threw their magic sticks away. If you lose the magic in your life, then you lose your power." |
Alexei "The magic will come to you when you need it. Maybe that is why kutcha herded you to this place, so you would walk past the Magic Mountain, because you will need this power one day." |
