Carry in the QUIVER

The first arrow I carried was a quill, a feathered quill. As I committed to my journey, I wrote. Page after page, notebooks full. Calligraphy was my style. Feathery and light it came through to the paper. THEN one day I was done. Another arrow came from the quiver. It was my PIPE. My peace pipe, one then another now the final one I carry to this day. It brought the TOBACCO of protection added to the SAGE of purification I grew and burned here daily. SMOKE, our new kitty, just got here and BANKS, my grandson, is over the moon with her company. Again my visions shifted. The older I got the higher my view got. MANNERS became important. The manner in which you exist, starts with your thoughts, then your words and ultimately your deeds. Health and Happiness the bullseye I kept taking aim at brought AIM here. Along with Rick MacArthur an AIM member - MIN WICoNI, the Standing Rock decision, and the German Shepherd he chose to keep me safe and in site/sight of my ranch. Then Jack Anderson, the other German Shepherd, showed up and hears/heres everything in order to keep order. My quiver so far has provided every single I have ever manifested. SO when you start to shake and quake - you are being cued to grab an arrow from the QUIVER you carry. NO oNE else can do that, it is yours and yours alone to access and let fly. In the beginning there was the word, let the arrows in the quivers, become your bolts of enlightenment. Take aim, I know many who have and made the world a better place - the bullseye is YOU! Your heart the target. If it is fibbing, you are ready. See ya in the barn! WHERE my HEART sings every day.