I had a vision. I was told to follow feathers set upon the streets. My spiritual journey ended when I was met with a single white feather. Whenever I say the words, a wind hits my face then silence. I am part Native-American, not enough to brag about. My mom's dad was full Indian, mom's mom half; my dad's family is all Irish-Dutch. In youth, my parents chose my beliefs. Only in adulthood can truths be seeked that work for the individual.
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