The First Shaman was born at night, under a black sky strewn with hundreds of stars. The west wind, the waxing moon, and the firelight were witnesses. His music is the rustling of grasses and the rustling of leaves, the beating of a drum, the howling of wolves.

The athame is the receptacle of the First Shaman. Divide, set boundaries, and immediately cross them, as if they don't exist and never existed, filling the world with your presence. Dance with the Great Mother, the primordial, endless dance, the dance of life itself.

Put the athame ring on your hand—show who you are, and how much is stored in your memory, shaman. Let both people and the spirits of the Other Side see you. Insert the golden blade into the slender earring, and await the scent of secrets. And if you wear Venus and Athame together - male and female, created for each other, coming from ancient times, in which there were not even gods - you will see how they become one.