Bare with with me today, this blog is a bit out there

Today was a beautiful bright and sunny morning, when I got up I stare out the window and saw a blue heron eating a fish on the island. As I watched a buzzard swooped down and drove the heron off his breakfast. The thief grabbed his booty and took to flight, the fish hanging beneath his talons. As the buzzard flew over my front porch, he in turn was attached by two bald eagles who stole his spoils and drove him out of the area.
I then looked into the blue sky above my house and there were another four Bald Eagles circling my home. I knew this would be a day of shamanic visions and teachings. I grabbed my flute, my shaman stick and some offering for the forest and set out on my quest.
The spirit tree would not be my destination this day, I would go to the circle of Cedars where I encountered the Gnomic energies. Saying my prayers and honoring the land spirits I scattered my offerings to the four direction and then to the ancestors of this place. I played my flute, (the tune that had come to me as the song of the forest,was played over and over)until the energy felt right.
Then I sat, shook my shaman stick, chanted the nine chants and drifted off into vision.
First came the woodland sprites who herald the coming of the gnomes. The gnomes escorted a beautiful native woman who glowed with a white energy but then she turned towards me, she had two identities. one utter beauty the other mangled and tortured ( Just like the Goddess Hella)
She spoke.
" What do you want white man, come to say your prayers while at the same time a thousand of your kind hack at me with saws and axes. Do you think that your one little prayer will make a difference." She laughed and turned away. I felt ashamed and returned from my vision. The Forest is a living, breathing thing, that we the WHITE MAN harvest for our own needs but the forest was here long before us and does us no harm, in fact she does the opposite , she provides for us and so many other life forms that exist within her
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A golden thread still led the path from whence she had come, quickly I gathered my tools together and followed the trail before it faded. I scrambled over fallen trees and and through briers until I came to a spot where the air was still. In this place, no matter what she had said, I played my flute, I chanted my chants and spoke my prayers of medicine.
The sun broke through the canopy and kissed my skin, the forest sprites where present and whispered a name "Skookem Tum Tum" which I know in Chinook Wa Wa means strong heart.
Although I am only one in a thousand, while I am am lucky enough to live in this forest I will do all I can to heal and protect this place.