I have a love for our Native Peoples. Glad you found NT. Sorry you have Fibro.
I met a shaman some 30 years or more ago that showed me something so unusual, that it changed my life, and the lives for my children forever.
I had gone to a gathering with my 10 and 11 year old in St. Louis Mo. There were over a 100,000 people there with tribes from all over the country and some from Canada. All in Native costumes.

I freaked, I lost a good gold bracelet that my mother had just given me. This huge beautiful Indian comes up to me and pats my shoulder and says "Whata matter honey?" I told him through my tears what I had done, and by this time my kids were crying too. He patted me again and said "chill out honey"

He took three very deep breaths and closed his eyes and asked me then to follow him. I was already freaked so I knew it couldn't hurt. Within three minutes this Indian looks down onto a gravel path where there are hundreds of people walking. He reaches down and picks up my bracelet and calmly asks if this was mine.

All I could do is grab him and hug him. I asked him what he was. He was a Choctaw (spelling) Shaman. He taught me and the kids much more than had anything to do with some gold bauble. This spirit had a gift that he shared with me and showed me there are things that happen, that we all don't understand, but they do happen.

On my back wall I have a scene from the American Southwest. Your people are always in my prayers. I am glad to meet you, and the pets you hold dear. ginnie