Cast away thy peyote and medicine bag, thou wonder-worker of the Plains, for there be an easier way than engaging in psychonautic practices to call up Gitche Manitou and induce entry into the spirit world.
All you need to become a wind-walking medicine man these days is to guzzle 8 cups of Nescafé!
According to the BBC, drink more than 7 cups of coffee and you end up floating amonsgt the Spheres in some altered state due to the healing rhythmic synergy of a Shamanistic Starbucks blend!
Of course, sitting in Starbucks quaffing LDS Latte isn't quite the same as sitting on a Cheyanne reservation in a wolfskin by a campfire, drawing down the moon, chanting into the night and metamorphosing into an eagle.
And you don't have to perform the Sun Dance ceremony in Starbucks (unless they have a back room for it - an array of hooks dangling from the ceiling, sporting a range of muffins and biscotti, and the odd Shaman's apprentice in his Y-Fronts, a-swinging in mystical trance as he soars o'er Norwich, ferrting out secrets and healing the sick).
Well, you never know!
I think I'll set up a WigWamBam in the Castley Mall, Where Starbucks have an outside inside - that's trippy enough that after 8 gingybread latte's, I'll be performing fertility rites and placing curses on ne'er-do-well's in exchange for tribal tokens before you can say "Techno Tribal Positively Primal Shamanic Anarchistic Archaic Revival!"
Or something...
