Call us lone wolves. Sometimes Steppenwolves. 

  Lately I’ve come across a new term: Sigma males. 

  We’re not alphas, the top dogs, and we’re not betas, the decent hard working follower type. 

  Sigmas seem to be a breed apart. 

  At least that’s what YouTube claims. 

  And I’m mostly in agreement, though when it comes to the assertion we hold some mysterious preternatural attraction for women I beg to differ. That hasn’t been my experience, believe me. 

  My term for our cohort is ‘Shaman-Type.’ I say ‘type’ because I don’t want the image of a painted feather and leather adorned primitive intruding itself into your mind and prejudicing you against our modern avatars. I once submitted a piece to a Shaman centred UK based magazine but the editor could not get past the idea that a Shaman isn’t a Shaman unless garbed in traditional prehistoric wear and beating a deer skinned drum. That these ‘types’ might still wander the streets of our modern cities, often homeless and psycho-spiritually smashed, didn’t occur to him. 

  Anyway, the Shaman-Type tradition and mentorship program was stamped out many years ago by the Priests, the latter day custodians of ‘social order.’ Today I’d say the Priests have morphed into the Professors, but the psycho-spiritual stamping continues in the name of a new secular rational version of the ‘social order.’ 

  Anyway, the Omphalos Cafe’s doors are open again to the lone wolves, the Steppenwolves, the Sigmas, and the Shaman-Types! 

  A quiet haven in a Priest-ridden world.