Madagascar - even its name evokes a sense of mystery. I went there last week. It is a place of wide spaces and huge skies. I got to learn more about their “myths”. They venerate their ancestors, some are even treated as “gods”. They live (present tense) in water, they live in rocks, they in bamboo. It sounded so similar to the stories I tell, to Indian yogic stories as well. Yogis who pours their spirit/Awareness into a “container” of sorts, rivers and mountains, snakes and chameleons. Into eagles in Latin America. All over the world, our stories are the same.
In Madagascar these feats of sorcerers are still very much alive - the line between life and death very much blurred.
Sey 