World of Rainbows
Still beyond, I can see the spotted pony of my uncle. Sa’chi was a leader, in the community, to which I continue to serve.
There is a thrill, racing in my heart as I look back and forward in time. I am proud of my community, capable, dependable women and men, my friends and family. I am proud to be a tracker – da’igoti – for the people, glorying in the strength of our continuing love. This is an exceptional community.
Had not Grandfather said it would be so? After my visions and dreams, he had rolled bones and described my life to come. Deer buttons cast on a painted doeskin tablet, they show a lot of if you know how to read them. And there’s no question, Grandpa was a Seer. He was well trained by his mother, Naylin Lagé, the most powerful niece of Nochaydelklinne. In addition, Grandpa had called other spiritual traditions, from afar, for me to learn from. My mind spins the ways of the Rainbow Nations.
So, I know it’s a good time. I’ve been shown so, and the way I know has been shown to be accurate.
Only a World of Rainbows enfolds us as the energy of what comes nears the crest. There is only promise.
The next generation approach just as we swing into momentum.
“Shima, what is happening?”
“What we have prayed for!”
I don my arrowhead necklace and settle myself comfortably into life.
“I know, but it’s so different!”
I have to smile when I look into their eyes. As always, there is that surprise, unfathomable relief when they feel it. It is as if they've come through and expand, sensing calm not normally felt. I am comfortable sharing my experiences. I share our walk through the Rainbows
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