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The hairs on my neck bristle…...A sudden.......tingle! I am being watched…...my scent and yours is ie hairs on my neck bristle…...A sudden.......tingle! I am being watched…...my scent and yours is in the air. |
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Hearing
the growl behind me, I shiver. Ever
so slowly I turn my head Out
one corner I see Coyote. Out of the other corner remains Wolf |
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During that ceremony she fully embraced her dis-ease and heard it speak with her and saw her dis-ease as a beautiful angelic being. The Being told her that she was the answer to a prayer she had made to bring change in her life and it did just that. So how can I not call it a curing? |
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When I blink my eye I trap microorganisms and germs and the chemistry of my body attacks these and changes them from one form to another. When I walk, my foot steps into a world of complex life and crushes and changes it. Because I cannot stop the blinking of my eye or the walking, what do I do with this knowledge? |
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The old man sits on the split log seat on an old cushion with an air humble kindness, yet with an erectness that speaks to you of his great power. His coal black eyes look straight ahead but you know he misses nothing. His long gray hair falls down his back in a great braid with two spotted eagle feathers tied at the top of the braid. |
| "Within a week I was on the road with this other man heading to S. Dakota. When I arrived on the mountain I met and spent time with several Medicine Men all of which had unbelievable teachings for me and then there was the mountain itself, the biggest teacher of all." | |
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When you are tricked into seeing that what you think you seek, is only to see yourself from a different direction is powerful thing and moves you through the "gateway of a change of perception". |
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My
searching I was looking for the magic of hopefully finding what could open my
eyes and make me see and understand it all and finally make my life into what I
felt it should or could be. |