The fourth entry in Andrew's ""non-fiction"" adventures as an apprentice shaman. It all began 11 years ago for Andrews, a Beverly Hills mother and writer, when she tried to purchase an American Indian marriage basket and instead bought into the Society of the Shields, a millennia-old secret organization of women shamans dedicated ""to bring balance, wisdom, and a more complete view of truth to the land."" The current volume reiterates many of the Society's teachings (delivered by Agnes Whistling Elk and Ruby Plenty Chiefs, Andrews' two Indian teachers): ""Woman is the ultimate,"" ""You merge your soul with another's soul through creativity with another human being,"" and similar chestnuts that would make most Native Americans (and just about everyone else) titter in embarrassment. Of course, as with Carlos Castenada--whose far more insightful and skillfully written books seemed to have inspired Andrews' efforts--the author here couches her preaching in wild adventures on the occult plane. Andrews goes for a ride on Arion, a great white stallion who gallops in the clouds and ""can hear through twenty-foot-thick walls""; battles a mad (male, of course) eugenicist worthy of Marvel Comics and an evil (male) sorcerer named Red Dog, who triggers earthquakes through black magic for unnamed evil governments; meets lots of goddesses; finds her ""inside sun""; and in general has a whale of a time. Silly but enjoyable fantasy thrills and pop metaphysics for would be ""warrioresses"" and other female Walter Mittys.