Carol Chamane

The shamanic journey.

Close your eyes. Listen to my drum.

Feel the breath of the universe caress your face.
Hear the call of the spirits.

Your ancestors.
Your totem animals.

Explore your inner world. Open your heart to this sacred experience.

🌀 Full story on Substack — link in bio

The Blue Moon.

Between the Flower Moon
and the Strawberry Moon,
it opens a discreet passage.

A moon of deepening.
Not yet fruit,
no longer only flower.

Under its rare light,
something ripens in silence.

🌕 Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/blue-moon
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-bleue
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/mavi-ay

Within each of us lives the lineage of those who came before.

Mothers, grandmothers, forgotten ancestors.

Today, I honor them all ❤️

Hıdırellez.

Two spirits meet once a year: Hızır and İlyas.

Earth and water.
One walks the land.
One flows through rivers.

Under the gül ağacı, the world changes.

Tonight, make a wish. Tie it to the roses with a red ribbon.
Tonight, everything is possible. Celebrate. Dance. Believe.

🌿 Full story on Substack :

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/hidirellez
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/hidirellez
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/hidirellez

The Flower Moon is here.
The garden breathes differently.
The roses open,
and the air already carries
something larger than the night.

In this new piece from Along the Moon's Path,
I walk beneath its light,
between love, fertility,
and promises ready to unfold.

🌕 Full story on Substack:

EN: https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/flower-moon
FR: https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-des-fleurs
TR: https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/cicek-aynn

The lyre of Orpheus is still playing.

Every April, its strings scatter across the sky, fragments of light, echoes of a love that defied death itself.

Tonight, I invite you to enjoy the Lyrids with all your senses.

✨ Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/the-lyrids-the-celestial-lyre
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/les-lyrides
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/liridler

She rises timidly at first.
Playing hide-and-seek with the clouds.

Then her light grows bolder
and everything appears different.

The Pink Moon illuminates
what you've kept in silence.

🌕 Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/pink-moon
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-rose
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/pembe-ay

Close your eyes for a moment.
Listen.

There is a sound older than any word ever spoken.
It rises from the earth.
It travels through worlds.

My shamanic drum doesn't play music.
It speaks.

Full story on Substack

EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/shamanic-drum
FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/tambour-chamanique
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/saman-davulunun-dili

The last Cemre has fallen.
Koçagan is coming.

The ancient Turkic world had a name,
a story, and three spirits for this moment
we call spring.

This land remembers.
This is its story.

🌿 Full story on Substack :

FR : https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/kocagan
EN : https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/kocagan
TR : https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/kocagan

🌕 Worm Moon — The art of beginning again
🌕 Lune de Ver — L’art secret du recommencement
🌕 Solucan Ayı — Yeniden başlamanın gizli sanatı

🌙 Read in FR | EN | TR
https://carolchamanefr.substack.com/p/lune-de-ver
https://carolchamaneen.substack.com/p/worm-moon
https://carolchamanetr.substack.com/p/solucan-ay

We shall meet again when the call arises.