Not all medicine men were 'men'; women were, in many ways, wiser. In some tribes those who were different were sometimes seen as 'seers'.

Seven shaman’s in a cave . . .
prophecies they gravely gave.
One’s ancient, but all are blind,
see with hearts beyond mankind.
Shaman two controls grains, time.
Seven hearts beat,
as we speak, seek;
aura’s their lair . . .
everywhere.
Two cannot speak . . . sign, divines.
The third, crippled, blows smoke rings . . .
spirits appear, sacred, they sing.
Four, a beauty, has no brain;
speaks the truth . . . lies have no gain.
Seven hearts beat,
as we speak, seek;
aura’s their lair . . .
everywhere
Nothing else was wrong with five;
her voice, honey, mouth’s a hive.
No skin, bones, the sixth was dead
but hair—scarlet—ringed her head.
A vision—number seven!
Seven hearts beat,
as we speak, seek,
aura’s their lair . . .
everywhere.
Seven’s a star from heaven.
They spewed oaths and prophecies;
fairness gleaned hypothesis.
With faith pure, hearts solid gold,
encourage man’s measures bold.
Seven hearts beat,
as we speak, seek,
aura’s their lair . . .
everywhere.
Seven shaman’s evermore
serve, guard, the ivory door.