The smudge was smoking, the offering and prayer was made, hung in a cool tree, it had many paths one was straight and narrow the other was twisty and turny. The voice echoed in the night choose your path you wish to follow, both paths went skywards one longer than the other. Lightning Cloud was there her spirit glowed along the path guiding me to the tree, the geese were singing in the night, the full moon was rising above the tree line as I tied off my prayer ties. I alone in the night walked between the realms of the spirit world and this one. A deer almost walked up on me wile in trance, but scared it off.
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