A totem is a stipulated ancestor of a group of people, such as a family, clan, group, lineage, or tribe.
Totems support larger groups than the individual person. In kinship and descent, if the apical ancestor of a clan is nonhuman, it is called a totem. Normally this belief is accompanied by a totemic myth.
Although the term is of Ojibwe origin in North America, totemistic beliefs are not limited to Native Americans. Similar totem-like beliefs have been historically present in societies throughout much of the world, including Africa, Asia, Australia, Eastern Europe, Western Europe, and the Arctic polar region.
In modern times, some single individuals, not otherwise involved in the practice of a tribal religion, have chosen to adopt a personal spirit animal helper, which has special meaning to them, and may refer to this as a totem. This non-traditional usage of the term is prevalent in the New Age movement and the mythopoetic men's movement.
Totemism (derived from the root -oode- in the Ojibwe language, which referred to something kinship-related, c.f. odoodem, "his totem") is a religious belief that is frequently associated with shamanistic religions. The totem is usually an animal or other natural figure that spiritually represents a group of related people such as a clan.
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I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile
Garden of Allah, Viking Valhalla
A miracle once in a while
I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul
Vishnu and Gaia, Aztec and Maya
Dance around my totem pole
Totem pole...
I believe in what I see
I believe in what I hear
I believe that what I'm feeling
Changes how the world appears
Angels and demons dancing in my head
Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
Media messiahs preying on my fears
Pop culture prophets playing in my ears
I've got celestial mechanics
To synchronize my stars
Seasonal migrations, daily variations
World of the unlikely and bizarre
I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows
Thoughts to keep well-hidden
Sacred and forbidden
Free to browse among the holy cows
That's why I believe
Angels and demons inside of me
Saviors and Satans all around me
We look far in the quiet
But we never see
Turn my eye deep inside
But we never say
The spirits fades
Our fortune from blood
Of the enemy
Nestin' up in the woods
Of your family
Now fly away
You were young
You got pride
All your power inside
What your spirit say
Let you roar, let you cry
And make you say
We look far in the quiet
But we never see
Turn my eye deep inside
But we never say
The spirits fades
Close your eyes
And you'll hear
The horizon speak
Visualize all the forms
I can take
And don't be afraid
You were old
You were wise
All your powers are power
Your spirit say
Let you crawl, let you cry
And make you say
A cardboard crown
A silver star upon a stick
The wizard's hat
Turns childhoods' trick
And what we lose
Like fading footage of a reel
Amounts to what
We're prepared to feel.
And she wants to share her magic with me
But I feel like a thief
She wants to go to church on Sunday
And sing in disbelief
She wants to share her magic with me
And see what we conceive
The arcane lines of her confession
Makes it hard for me to breathe.
The diamonds flash
On her fingers, in her hair
As she supports
Her starry head drooped in despair
She knew the truth
Before she knew it to be true
Her calls are placed
She's waiting to get through.
And she wants to share her magic with me
But I feel like a thief
She wants to go to church on Sunday
And sing in disbelief
She wants to share her magic with me
And see what we conceive
The arcane lines of her confession
Makes it hard for me to breathe.
A spectral sound
Searches through the zodiac
She's radiant
An illuminating beam of light
Get up late
She looks like Scorpio herself
Euphoria
Billowy blackness, circles of silence
Darkened confinement, sunless prism
Mystic and fearful eyes of suspicion
Death has consumed your celestial prism
Circled up inside - it freezes your feeble mind
A grave in the shadows, rehearsals for endtimes
You stare at the ceiling awaiting madness
Never to venture into the unknown
You live as a dayghost
Chrism at every doorpost
Afraid to decide
By superstitions abide
Snow has frozen your windows
As you wade through the compost
Now there's nowhere to hide
You suffer inside
You'll never be free now
You wish only to bleed now
And let it all out
Consumed by your doubt
In the air is a posion
And you dream of an ocean
To wander into
Put an end to you!