A ride.. I was making my way to Florence for court. Neve Know when Inspiration hits. I am a writer. I also know the deep reverance due the next story, but it came from the post. Peace-UP THUNDER BORN
I was making my way to Florence for court hitch hiking the Day of court my ride fell through and the Day attempted a Dark Shadow things from the other side an evil, tangible a huge wreak all blocking me with the fear of the possible. I made it to the country fair for a little and a man bought me an Ice cream I sang "I got an Ice cream and a sunny day"
"There's a jail cell waiting for me."
"The man is as mad as he can be
but,
"I got Ice cream and a sunny day"
I made it to Mapleton, had a dinner after seeing a bro from court he said the judge was real mad. It was 6pm and the little store was closing. I went to the phone and called everyone I knew, out of options I began wondering where I would sleep in the cold. It was then a wind came with a vehicle. A native driving and a man with a Maltese/iron/chopper cross. My ride. We were instantly friends. He told me He had just come from Klamath at a very unique Dance. I said. "The Ghost Dance"
He looked at me in the rear view and said, "How do you know about that?"
I said, "I am the one who called for it." A look crossed his face. I replied to the look.
"A medicine man in full regalia came to me in my dream, and said in a Great voice of power, "Who are You to call for the Ghost Dance!" with extra emphasis on the last two words.
I replied, in a language I did not know but I knew them strong and deep in my soul. He seemed to understand and went away.
This and more we talked about. Wounded Knee, both of them. My father was at the 2nd fighting with you in 70's, of him smoking from the Peace pipe from "Wounded Knee", Chef Joseph "I will fight no more forever." All these things were alive on our journey together. He blessed me with a wing from an Owl his grandfathers, who was also a Medicine man. I felt the power of each stroke on my arms and legs as we stood off the road on a fire trail deep in the Coastal Range, power ancient power and a glimmer. I continued to grow in the new Eye. My next writing would be called Peace-UP Thunder V, my only lost writing, The Eye of THOR was being formed.
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