The Spiritual Truths & Lesons Animals Teach Us Nov 25 show trascript

Good evening every one this is Saturday evening and you are listening live to The Dream Shaman Radio Show with me your host Anthony Pauly Jr. This program is being streamed live to you from the Radio network. I want to give a great big hello to all of you. Thank you so much for tuning in. And I am excited to bring you this week’s instalment of the show.

And for those of you who celebrated this Thanks Giving Holiday I hope it was a lovely time with your family loved ones and friends. I myself had a wonderful time spending the evening with some good friends here in the North West Green Mountains of Vermont. Some of them may be listening this evening and I just wanted to give a shout out to ya’ll. You know who you are.

Well it is getting cold up here in the northern latitudes and the crisp air is keeping us all in a little more. This is beginning to be the time of year where we find ourselves hibernating and dreaming a lot more. Well at least I do. Like the great Dreaming Bear we will soon be dancing on the windy currents of chilly air and snow covered hillsides with all of the myriad of crystalline water Gems.

There is a lot going on in the world. Some of it according to the news headlines is not so cheery. There seems to be a lot of shifting and challenge in the lives of many out there. The world can be a scary place some days but tonight I plan to bring to you a lighter side of things. I want to move us to a place of genuine thanksgiving and gratitude. I truly believe, that if as many of us found something to be grateful for in life, we would find fewer reasons for conflict. Take that as my weekly bit of advice. Find something, anything to be grateful for each day. You will be surprised how it will change your life.

So getting onto topic,

This week’s show is going to be about the Spiritual Truths & Lessons Animals Teach Us.

The First and most important question that I want you to think about during tonight’s show is this.

(Have you ever learned spiritual truths or lessons from an animal? Any animal at any time in your life?)

And if so what is that lesson and if asked to would you tell the story, or is it something so personal that you would keep it to yourself. If you chose to tell it, could you explain it to someone else? And would you be interested in sharing it with all of us.

Some of the thoughts you may want to consider to clarify this question for yourself are these.

Has an animal, (weather a pet or a wild animal), taught you about humour, gratitude, joy, survival, or courage?
Have you learned the path of self forgiveness, or unconditional love for the animal yourself or for others from an animal?
Has the spirit form or symbolic reference to an animal or multiple animals helped you in your dreams to understand personal truths?

Or has an animal intervened in your life, and in the process of being an involved influence helped to bring healing when you were suffering or when you were in pain?
Has an animal demonstrated loyalty and protected you from danger?
Did this animal sacrifice its life for you?
Have you continued to feel the presence of an animal, which has died?

You can start to see with my questions were I am going with this.
And I am certain that there are many more questions that we could ask ourselves. And I want you to be fully aware that this program is a safe place and I want you to feel absolutely free to do so, because I and so many of the other listeners would love to hear your story.

So my dear listeners, once again do you have any stories like this to tell us?
If so, telling it would be a way of teaching and sharing with this wide and diverse online radio community. Think about it, your story may help someone to understand better an event like yours that happened to them. From my standpoint and I hope that from the standpoint of your fellow listeners, that it would be an amazing and glorious privilege to hear it.

So please do so if you feel called to...... call into the show and tell us your stories.

I am brining this topic to you because this past week I was inspired by a very magical event in my own life. And I’m going to tell you about it in just a moment. But before I do I want to add that in my life there have been three situations with animals that have had great meaning for me.

The first situation was the emergence of fascination with Lepidoptera also known as the Butterflies and Moths. Butterflies have been a part of my life for so very long that I can scarcely think of a period of time when I was not learning about them. I will get more into this in a bit.

The second situation is one that involves honey bees. Many years ago I had a very powerful spiritual dream about the honey bee. It was as far as I am concerned a Medicine Dream. This is a type of dream that is in the higher order of spiritual dreams. It is the type of dream that acts like a road map of one’s life. This one that I had was just that for me.

In the dream I was flying around in the sky when I came across some power lines on very tall towers. They blocked my path but for some reason instead of trying to avoid them I realised I was dreaming and I flew at them intentionally. Flying into them I grabbed hold of them and I was electrocuted. But because I knew it was a dream I held onto the wires until they had no effect on me.

When I let go I started to fly very fast until I was flying East over some swampy land. In the middle of the swamp there was a park and some grassy raised area with a rotted tree stump standing there. I flew into the tree stump and found that there was a hive of honey bees there. I had some instinctive understanding enter me that told me they chose the location because of a magnetic felid that was used by them for navigation. I latter discovered that this was a behaviour and sense that many scientist thought honey bees had. And further more they thought that the magnetic field was used for navigation.

Tying into last week’s show about Lucid Dreaming, Precognition, and cyncronicitys, this was a dream that had all three characteristics. This dream was one of my first real Lucid Dreams and also one of my first Precognitive Dreams.

I had a dream about finding honey bees and power lines. And I was aware that I was dreaming.

My next stamen is a key point about lucid dreaming you will want to remember.

In a dream being lucid or aware of being in the dream, is a symbolic representation of becoming lucid to the reality that this physical realm we live in, is a dream.
It is illusory and some day we must wake up from it and realize that we are in fact dreaming. Becoming enlightened is the act of realising that this reality is a dream. It is a dream that we need not get stuck in. So key point is don’t get stuck in the dream and illusions.

Just a few months ago I had a conversation with my landlord about wanting to raise honey bees. Less than 48 hours later I was wandering around the yard. In a completely absent minded meandering I walked to the side of the wood shop to look at a red tool box. Suddenly I saw all this movement and I heard a humming noise. I looked around the corner and there in the wall of the shop was a honey bee hive. Less than two days after I inadvertently asked Great Spirit for one. Oh and this is where the cyncronisity comes in. There was a set of power lines right over the shop were the hive is, and the land is all swamp like in that part of the property. Also to get to the property you can only go east.

My Dream told me of this day and what I would find. It also told me about how my life would be. I was lucid in the dream and now I am becoming lucid about whom I really am. I am waking up from the dream.

How is this happening in your life?

The third situation is with my beloved former fat yellow cat. I found him in a humane shelter one day and he came to me and practically crawled up my left leg. He and I became great friends and were inseparable. He was a protector and guide for me.

In regards to all of the questions I asked earlier. He taught me all of them. And yes he saved my life and my sanity to some degree. He helped me deal with many a broken heart, and with many years of depression and dark almost suicidal thoughts. I lost him one day due to a collision with him and some car. He was very ill before then and he had a severe intestinal disease. I guess getting hit by the car was faster than a slow death. When he died in 07, he took with him all of those depressed broken hearted parts of myself. I have never really been back to that place since.

That fat yellow cat was my best friend and he was so loving and warm. I could not let myself dishonour his life by feeling self pity. He had given me a gift. His illness and death opened a door for me that a year later I was able to walk through. That door led me to Vermont and to this very night where we are sharing stories. Had he been alive I would not have been able to walk through that door. He gave his life so that I could know freedom and unconditional love.

Just last week I dreamed of him but unlike all of the other dreams he was in a different body. He was gray and white and female. In the dream I knew it was him because he had the intestinal illness. It was a symbolic reference to his last days. Just a few days after that dream on Sunday I decided to go look at kittens at a farm down the street. The first kitten that I saw was one that was just like the female in my dream. She walked right up to me sat at my feet and looked me in the eye. I knew those eyes but I said nothing at the time. Those were the eyes of my beloved friend he had found a new body and he came back to me. And just like he used to when he was in the body of the fat yellow cat he dreamed with me telling me where I could find him when he was lost.

This little girl is a princes and she is haughty and feisty just like him. Most of her behaviours are exactly the way he once acted. The only exception is now he who is a she is very girly. Everything else is the same.

As far as the butterflies they have been in my dreams for years. They have led me to relationships with all of the most significant women of my life. I have dreamed about all of these women before I met them. And with many the butterflies have been in the dreams, also showing me where to go.

Many times I would in my dream ask, “Spirit of the Butterfly show me what you want me to see?” Then it would fly away and following it I would inevitably meet a woman in the dream and she would look and act just like a woman I would meet in real life not to long after.

Butterflies are symbolic of transformation and metamorphosis. It is innocence and trust. It is a very powerful totem and requires a gentle heart before it will be a guide. The butterfly chooses who to help not the other way around. It is representative of the feminine in many ways.


Little Sisters

Blessed are the little butterflies,
who have comforted me and led me home.
Beings with shiny wings who kiss me in my dreams,
and let me rest my head upon their laps.
I will push out of this old world skin of primordial protein chaos.
I will spread my wings.
I am remembering my song.
It is the fluttering of wings,
and the chiming of crystals.
It is the fluttering of my heart when I see the eyes of my lover.
When I am held in her arms,
and she helps me take off my mask.

-Rainbow Bridge
(Anthony Pauly)



My Best Friend is Was Fat Yellow Cat

I woke up one morning and I lay in my bed day dreaming.
The rain on roof was dripping onto the patio creating a staccato drum beat.
I was relaxed and remembering the dream that had awoken me.
I dreamed that I was playing with a large white cat.
He looked like Snow and that was his name.
I had seen him five days before at the shelter.
I couldn’t make up my mind as to whether to take him home with me that day.
Snow had crawled onto my shoulder as if that was the place to rest.
That day five days before he suckled on my ear, begging me to listen to his spirit.
I left him there undecided.
Sadly when I came back he had already been chosen and went home with someone else.
Feeling bad I looked around at all the other feline tenants and wondered.
I stood looking as a fat yellow cat came up to me reached up and placed his paws on my leg.
There he stretched full length and purred.
I knew he was the one and I took him home that day not wanting to lose this one also.
That night as I sat meditating on my floor the fat yellow cat came and curled up in my lap.
He stayed there and in my heart for seven years.
One day I came home from work and found my best friend dying in the dirt.
His body covered in dirt mud and dry grass.
He was so damaged and so broken I could not at first tell what it was that I was seeing.
There in my car the realization hit me.
It was my fat yellow cat.
He had been hit on the road and for some unknown reason he had dragged himself home.
He lay there in pain and loyalty waiting for me before he would die.
Running inside my home I grabbed up a towel to wrap him and keep him warm.
His crying was terrible my touch the only thing that soothed his agony.
I had to drive him to the vet as fast as I could, taking my hand off him to steer the car.
Each time my touch left him he would howl, and my heart would sink.
My best friend left me that day and I was sinking in guilt,
for not being in the emergency room with him.
He was gone and now I had an empty form with no spirit to bury.
Time passed and he came and dreamed with me.
I missed him so much it hurt and he gave me such joy to remember about that fat yellow cat.
Now the other day I dreamed him again but he was gray and white and a girl.
I went out a few days later to the farm up the road.
A small fat grey kitten came up to me and looked me in the eye.
I saw his eyes looking back at me and knew that my friend had come back to me.
I had a little dream and her name is Dream.
She and I dream together just as we always have.

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What is The Letter of a Memory? July 24, 2010

What is The Letter of a Memory?

 July 24, 2010
Namaste Reader
           One of the interesting things I want to mention is that when I first discovered the various teachings of the indigenous peoples of this land it was the visions of the Lakota Medicine Man Black Elk that first opened the door for me. Up until that time I had been feeling a distinct connection to the ways and history of the people. As a young child I was always doing odd things like trying to make flutes and pipes from wood or stones around my house.
            Every time I saw something on TV related to tribal subject matters I would be riveted to the screen. I was also in love with anything related to the natural world and animals. I look back and see with some clarity that I was still very naive and unaware of so much.
            One event that stands out was one evening on a camping trip with my father he and I were playing cards. The subject of religion came up as it did on occasion, and it revolved around my father telling me about how certain Christian groups Like the Baptists were going to go to heaven. Others like the Catholics he said would go to hell because they prayed to the Virgin Mary. On an instinctive level I felt that there was something deeply wrong with this belief.
            I asked him a question that was something more like a statement I said when the Europeans came to this continent they forced the native peoples to accept Christianity or they were killed or persecuted. I told him that I didn't feel this was a fair thing to do. Instinctively I felt appalled at this when I learned it in history class. I couldn't understand how anybody could do such a thing or think that it was okay to do so. He responded by saying that Christianity was superior to all other beliefs and God gives permission and demands that they are eliminated. He told me that the evidence for this was the fact that the Indians were defeated.
            I stopped talking to him about it because in my gut I knew that he might get angry at me for disagreeing with him. I learned that sometimes I had to hide my feeling to be safe. My father was a violent man if I had argued with him he probably would have hit me. There was also a time he described going deer hunting with some men from a tribe in Kentucky. He described that when they shot a deer they cut out the heart and ate a piece. He said that this was a disgusting and savage thing to do.
            To me it seemed like a powerful way of showing respect to the animal. I didn't know why I felt that way until years later. This is some of my history and experience.

Many years later during my freshman year of high school I was given an assignment to write a book report from a set of random books I had to chose from. The one that got my attention was called Black Elk Speaks. It was the first book of many that I would read about the Medicine Ways.
            As time went by I grew more interested in spirituality from around the world. I read everything I could find. Eventually I discovered Lynn's Andrew’s books and then those of Hyemeyohsts Storm. One evening I feel asleep in my bed. Then I was woken in the early hours of the morning. I had a feeling something was in the room with me. I lay there half asleep half awake trying to see around the room.
            Suddenly out of the darkness at the foot of my bed I saw a pinpoint of light. It expanded rapidly to a large bright space. From this bright space I saw the head of a large white buffalo fly at me like a comet. It had smoke and steam pouring out of its nostrils and flames coming from behind it like the tale of a meteor. I jumped back in my bed and covered my head thinking I was just about to be hit by this head. Then nothing, I was left there sitting in the darkness.

Weeks went by and another nightmare like dream memory came. That is when I had this dream vision.

They Killed Them All

I am looking at myself and I see that I am a young boy of about nine or ten. My skin is dark and I have very little clothing on. I am out in the desert walking among the dried out river beds. My grandfather has sent me out here to pray for a few days. He seemed to believe I would be okay.
            As I walk I can feel that it is time to go back to the camp, but something doesn’t feel write. I have bad feeling inside of me that won’t go away. As I get close to the camp I smell lots of hard smoke. The closer I get I begin to see more. I am scared so I start to crawl close to the ground staying on the opposite side of the hills so that I can't be seen. Eventually I creep up to the top of a ridge were I peek over the top.
            What I see terrify and sickens me. Everything is burned; all of the lodges are burned except for the remnants of some of the bent saplings used to create the domes of the lodges. I can see the bodies of my friends and relatives, but I don't see the people that did this they have been gone for days. The smell of smoldering leather is mixing with the smell of death. I am so anguished I am in shock.
            I can’t really feel anything but emptiness. While walking around the camp I find my grandfather he is dead also. Even the camp dogs are dead. As I walk around I see the tracks of many different men along with the hoof prints of horses. There are so many I can’t count them. I circle the camp to see where they go, so I start to follow them.
            After many days of walking I find myself some distance to the South. The trail has led me to the enemy camp. I have no weapons so I know I can't fight them. Instead I just get as close as I can without being seen. I crawl to a large pile of boulders and discover a place where I can see the camp but they can’t see me.
            There are many men there some look different and are on horseback. Others are walking in strait lines. I also see a dozen men from one of the other tribes in the area. The way they have their hair I can see that they are from an enemy tribe. The strangers have red uniforms on with big tall hats. There is white trim all along the edges with gold tassels on the shoulders. (I now know these to be the uniforms of the Spanish Colonial Army in Mexico in the late 1600s.)
            Many of the men on the horses look important and have swards. They are giving instructions to the men on the ground in a language I don't understand. The men direct the men from the enemy tribes to go and sit on a pile of rocks. These enemy men are wearing uniforms like the strangers but they look older and have holes in them. These men have no shoes on. They wanted to be like the enemy soldiers, so they do as they are told.
            The stranger’s leader is instructing the infantry to line up in formation so that they can show the Native men how to do it. He tells them to ready the riffles. The men pour in the powder and then push in a ball. Then they point the guns at the Native men. The commander orders the men to fire and they do.
            I look on in horror as the enemy men are shot down. These strangers even killed the men that helped them find my camp. The enemy soldiers had no idea what was going to happen to them. They were tricked and never even had a chance to run away.

I wake from this vision to find myself laying in my bed alone in the dark. I cried to myself for a long time. My body shook from the pain and grief. I realized that I had lived the life of this boy, and that this was my history also. I had this vision in the summer of 1997.

Some years after this event when I was living in a different part of Wisconsin, I had another dream vision come to me. This time I was lying in bed with my cat. It was dark out still and I was sound asleep. I had gotten used to my unusual visions and dreams. I had even gotten used to all of the other ability's that seemed to suddenly emerge out of me spontaneously. This day however I was going to remember something painful.

Ride Ride Ride

I am on horseback and riding very fast. I know that I am still a young man I feel about seventeen. There are five other young men with me. We are all riding as fast as we can. We had been out hunting for game. All we had was our bows and a few small stone hammers.
            I feel a great fear inside me as if I can’t ride fast enough to get away from who is chasing us. I turn to look and I see that the white men in the blue uniforms are getting closer. I can hear the firing of their guns, bullets wiz past my head. My friends yell to each other ride faster ride faster. One of my friends gets hit by a bullet ahead of me and falls off his horse. The horse keeps running so I jump off mine to help him. As I try to put him on mine I feel the white hot impact of a bullet running threw me. I fall to the ground to see that the others have gotten hit also.
            As I lay there bleeding I begin to hear the sound of a drum pounding somewhere. The sound catches my awareness and draws me to it. My spirit separates from the body and it moves to the sound which is now surrounded by the singing of many holy men and women. They are wearing clothing I have never seen. They have button down shirts and blue pants. They even have shoes like the white men ware. The sound of the singing and the drums permeates my whole being. I see a design on the surface of the drum. There are two marks that look like tears in the skin. Inside the tears I see the light of stars. I move through this tear into space.

After an indeterminable moment of time my awareness moves back in time to another location. I find myself sitting on the dirt floor of some kind of shed. I can feel the stifling humidity and heat of the summer sun beating down on the roof. I look at myself and I see that I have very dark skin. It is even darker that the skin I had before.
            I look around and I see five other people there with me. Three are women two are men. The men have shackles around their hands and feet. One of the men is chained to the floor by a collar that is around his neck. The women are also tied and chained. All of us are clearly African slaves some place in the south of the country.
            From outside the shed there is sunlight streaming in threw the gaps in the boards. I can see and hear that there are several men with rifles walking towards the shed. They stop outside it and stand there talking and arguing loudly. I can understand what they are saying. They are discussing if they should whip us or just kill us. Much time passes while they argue among themselves. I am sacred of what I feel is coming.
            In the tone of their voices I sense they have decided to kill us all, so I franticly search for a weapon. Sadly there is none to be had; all I find is a small twig. I hold onto it in desperation.
            Suddenly without warning the door is kicked in. The man next to me is so startled that he jumps up. The white men in dirty clothing and broad brimmed hats immediately beat him in the head with the butt of the rifle and shoot him. The other man they beat the same way many times. He is senseless now and is barely alive. He dies very soon after.
            The white men point the guns at me and the women and tell us to stand up. We do as we are told. By the point of the guns we are directed out to a field. The women are in front of me walking as if they had no mind left. I realize the time of my death is near so I begin to sing.
            An old slave gospel song emerges from my throat I start singing ``I have found a friend in Jesus and I'm coming home to his open arms. `` As I sing this a number of times then women begin to sing with me. We are all singing at the moment we are shot in the back by the white men.

I wake in my bed alone hearing the song I was singing, the sound of the drums and holy people filling all other space. I felt as if I had paid back a dept. I also realized that among the world of white society I was mostly alone. Very few would understand what I have experienced. Just as few would believe me without telling me it was just a dream. How could I tell them it was real when they were not there? I wonder will you even want to hear my story; can you be open to what I have seen?
            I also realized that even among the Native American community I was an outsider. How could I as a white man ever understand the pain of the past, a pain that my blood ancestor committed on a people? I would never be able to have an open discussion of how my people had betrayed their own in an attempt to be accepted by the European conquerors.
            Many understandings came to me in those days. I heard the songs of the ancient holy men and women singing to the people of the earth. In the songs I was taught the extent of the wisdom they held. They had come to realize that fighting wasn't going to solve the difficulty's they had; it would only make things worse. In the vision quests they did and in the prayers they saw that the spirits of the dead had a teaching for them.
            In their Seeing they watched as the process of Karmic Law worked out the solution for them. They saw that the only way to defeat the real enemy was to recognize what it was. It was human ignorance and suffering. The only way to defeat the white man’s illness of the mind and spirit was to realize the true root of this illness. They came to see that it was not just the whites that were infected it was all people that came in contact with this mind set. They could see that it was the most contagious mental disease the people had ever seen. Everyone was at risk of being infected even the holy people and the children.  
In their souls they knew that they would have to reincarnate as the children and grandchildren of the enemy. They saw that for many the love they had for the way of life they lived would emerge as an appreciation of what the tribe’s people could teach.
            In their hearts they would remember the feelings and gravitate towards a way of living that was familiar. These elders were not fools however these elders knew that it would not go well for everyone. For many of the souls that were incarnated as the violent and hate filled white people, they would come back as the decedents of the Tribes that were forced onto the reservations. For those white souls they would feel an unconscious or even conscious self hatred for the people they were born into. They would also hate themselves for what they had hidden in the past.      
            They had to live for themselves, the pain and suffering they created for others. It is no wonder that so many of the people turned to drugs and alcohol. The whites who are now native couldn't deal with the hidden shame of what they had done in the lives they lived. They had to hide the spiritual memory with addictions.
            The spirits of many native persons that would be born white or again as native would also suffer in the same way because of the disconnection to the sacred way they no longer remembered but felt below the surface. The white world didn't have the answers they searched for and in many cases neither did the Native world. So as a result they couldn't cope. They had been born into a world that robbed them of the memories before they had a chance to hold them.
            Many times they would turn to the native peoples trying to go home. They found they were many times treated with distrust and fear. They were told many times that white people can’t know the sacred all they know comes from a book. The native peoples couldn't see the hearts of the ancestors reaching out to them in the form of these white men and women. These souls who wanted to go home were told, “don't you try and steal my spiritual ways haven't your people taken enough.”
            The holy people saw all of this and made preparations on many levels. They found children to teach among the people and readied them for the role they would play in teaching the white and native world how to love again. They also saw that there would be children born to both peoples where a mixing of the blood would happen. These people they called the Rainbow Nation.
            It would be the Rainbow Nation that would band together and heal the earth. Because of the reality that the entire world’s people have interbred over the eons all of the people are truly mixed blood. And because of this all people would realize that they are part of this nation. They also saw that many spirits from the Star Nations would come to this world to help out. Some would be born Native some White others Black and Asian. And many would be born into the growing mixed blood Rainbow Nation. These spirits have come to tell humanity threw their remembering that we are all holy people, all of us and everything is holy.

I walked around feeling lonely having no one to tell these things too. At least at the events Lynn creates for us I can find people that see the same message and that have the same story to tell. So I ask, what do you remember? Has your soul always been among the People or are you from the stars.
I have remembered that I have been among all the peoples, and I have also come from the Star Nations. I have been here in this world for a long time. I love it and its children with a passion I can't explain. All of life is my family. It is all my brothers and sisters.
Many months before we met I had another vision memory.

In my Dreaming I find myself sitting in a room that I recognize with my waking mind as an office. There are several white men standing around me. Two of them are off to either side of me and another is across a desk from me. I am there not as a prisoner but as a guest. These men have asked me here to receive my council.
            I am clearly rather old in my eighty's and I feel like I belong to the Iroquois Confederacy. I am a chief in my tribe and I hold great respect. That is why these white men have asked me here. I sit in this office and I look these white men over closely. They have on very elaborate clothing. It looks like silks and lace. White wigs sit on their heads. I know this to be the time of the French and Indian Wars or the Revolutionary War.
            These white men are powerful among their people and they are asking for my help. They are asking me to have my warriors help fight the enemy's army. They realize that they can’t win without my help. I don't answer them immediately; instead I ask them questions about the things they use.
            I have a hard time with the language but I ask about the large clocks that most rich people have. I want to know why the people always seem to do things when the clocks or bells ring. The white men look at me as if I am a child. I can see into them and I see that they don't see very well. They don`t look into the essence of things. They don't see the spirit of an object or even and event.
            I see the attitude of superiority they have towards me but I also see that they need my help. I go away for a while to decide what to do. In my prayers I see that what these white men are endeavoring to do will be a great risk for my people. I know that my people will lose so very much because of this relationship. I also see that this is the way that it needs to be for the moment. They will learn something and events will be set up for the decedents of a time to come. It will be a future where both peoples survival will be dependent on each other.
            I agree to this war. Many warriors die as do I eventually, it was painful in the short term but sadly necessary for a greater good. It was hard to trust the guidance Spirit gave me knowing what would come to the people, but I had to trust the vision. I died a sad man for what I saw coming.

These are just a tiny portion of the hundreds of visions I have had since I read that first book about Black Elk. It changed my life irrevocably and I am grateful for that. Black Elk helped me to remember who I am. My true name is Rainbow Bridge.

I hope this letter finds you well.
Thank you so much for your time dear reader.
I look forward to the conversations we have in the future.
Much love and many blessings
Rainbow Bridge

---By Anthony P Pauly Jr

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