Ptesaniwi

And so, she came to me quietly just before dawn, my Ptesanwi.  Silent in the blessed night, revealing the seven sacred rituals, I was parched and famished.  Buffalo herds raced westward into the dusty horizon, disintegrating like a vast army of ghosts.  Yes, she was the prophetess, and she came to accept me.  She taught me everything, all that was, all that is, all that will ever be.  The White Buffalo Calf Woman told me everything was me, everything is a reflection of me, like the mesmerizing rippling surface of a lake, the concave surface of this mother earth that breathes endlessly.  She could divine anything, but I just had to believe, I had to trust.  In this I sought my childhood allies, my tadpoles, frogs, salamanders, and painted turtles.  My enemies tried to destroy them, but I always loved and protected them with all of my heart.  She whispered, "Trust in your guardians, your totems, your talismans since birth.  They will see you through, they will help you rise up through the storm." Thus as I grew into adulthood, I always cherished my friends, and remembered the symbolism they represented in my life, to stay strong and never forget, compassion, love, empathy, and the transformation of our lives since birth.. 

 

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Thank you!!!!!!!

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