I was in prayer, walking deep into the woods that day, when I caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of my eye.
I stopped and noticed a shape fading in and out, a man dressed in the clothing of the First People.
Sea shells and talons hung dangling from his shoulders. Two feathers were tucked in his head,
tilted a certain way, which told me he was both a warrior and a messenger.
Was that a bird in his hands? When he raised his hands a set of wings was released, as he chanted blessings to the sky.
A strong wind began blowing through my hair, when I knew a strong peace had filled me, from the most ancient of times.
He was gone in a peel of thunder…..and I knew the Creator had spoken,
in a way
I could understand.
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