ULAANBAATAR: MONGOLIAN SHAMANISM, SPIRITS SHARE HOW TO DIE WELL, AND ADORABLE ANTICS
Super important note for this video: I said there were 45-50 kids. I had counted 30 kids that were surrounding me. But! I was also including all the peace sign and middle finger bombs behind me while filming. Thus 45-50 is if anything a conservative estimate of adorable children we saw today. My words are true I tell you. I need not exaggerate ever to tell a great tale!
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Hi, I'm Frances! So here's the story... Before I was working as a clinical psychologist. I suddenly began having experiences that are far beyond the understanding of current western psychology - like feeling energy and hearing spirits. 👻 I immediately knew I was not "crazy" but that meant something even stranger... clinical psychology had got a lot wrong! Not having answers for myself about what happened to me I decided to leave my life and set out to find some answers. Breezing over some juicy details, I now am initiated as a shaman in Mongolia, where I stay part time.
I've now moved over 300 times in the past decade. Truly without a home, and yet somehow now home being much more than I ever knew before. This channel is to give you a view into my life as I travel across the world and the realms.
Check out my podcast "NOT ALL SPIRITS ARE JERKS" to hear the story of my journey from psychologist to shaman.
• Not All Spirits Are Jerks
• Not All Spirits Are Jerks
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It’s so great to see you and hear about what’s up these days with you! Miss you ❤
Amazing vlog! thanks a lot❤ love from Russia/Thailand.
one kid was saying we're 40 of us. Mongolia, it's chaotic even to us and corrupt too. You're just seeing it from unchained traveler's rosy eyes. I just really hope you have good teacher that takes care of you, cuz shamanism is no joke.
You need to join a union. My friend was haunted by two German girls (that I couldn't see). Though I was haunted by a woman in a cloud of black smoke. She was friendly to me, but I believe it was my devotion to Jesus that kept me safe from harm. The only thing I remembered, was a house that I was in, with a nuclear bomb sized bottle of quaaludes on the counter. The bottle was 12" tall, and had a 1/8 inch layer think piles of dust on the sides, and a solid quarter inch on the lid. I did not touch the bottle naturally. There were two twin beds in the house. The police shoved it under the rug when they found the quaaludes absent my prints. They had a bit of a laugh of course.