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The White wolf has always been seen as protector, the tribes would feed them, and welcome them with warm arms...
A vision for me. I share with you…. It was a warm 80 Degree day, and the sun was shining. With a slight breeze and some white clouds. August 31ST. Sunday, 2008 I just finished saying a prayer for a brother who was bitten by a horse, really a love bite or the horse would have broken the skin, a bruise and a blood clot; he would have had no arm if the horse really had bitten him. for what ever reason, my eye's were drawn to the sky, very strongly... I saw an animal. I was told. I saw a vision, when you take the word doubt out of your mind and remain open to everything, you may see a vision, it is a very sacred time, one I will never forget... I looked up into the sky again, and saw it disappearing as the winds were moving the clouds. I took a quick picture of it, that was seen in my mind, portrayed through my eye's. What a beautiful moment in time, when I got home I printed it out on photography paper, and there it was... Like a nan o second, one second there, the next gone. I just received a gift from the Creator that I will treasure and cherish, always... WRITTEN IN FEB, 2009 Copyright©Samoth Vote for this poem
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