Anthropomorphic Shamanism

[AnthroHeart]

I closed my eyes and went to the middle inner planes. In the shamanic studies I have done in the past, there is a tree you use to get to the inner planes.
There are the lower, middle, and upper worlds. The lower world is darkness, or dark, and is where you go to rescue lost souls. Or help in finding soul fragments.

In the middle world, I was in a darkish misty forest. The sky was a dull grey. The mist moved. And it was peaceful. I felt at home.
I saw an anthro fox walk by. He wore denim shorts. He was playing a flute, and I could barely make out the music.
I then saw them in front of a fire. They were speaking in some language I could not make out.
I cannot even remember how it sounded.

Then it came around to Zabivaka again. He was the form that my guide had taken to nurture me days ago.
I had found my job for now. He is a thought form, created by many, many minds. Possibly a tulpa or a egregore.
I am helping to bring his many pieces together, to give him sentience and awareness. Then I become responsible for him.
But I am not just responsible, but every person who thinks about him is too. The more you invest in him, the more responsibility you have.
I give him healing and help. Nurture him. There is a lot of porn that has been drawn of him, and I help him overcome that
by letting him know that he doesn't have to be that if he doesn't want. But yeah, it does influence him greatly.

I am just starting. There are many identities here of their very own that have not yet been discovered or drawn by a person.
Some characters exist before they are drawn. Some are created in a person's mind, and then given life. Albeit a very rudimentary life,
until they have consciousness. And free will.