Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue # 7: 2nd Quarter, 2018 | Page 23

I have had many Visions regarding this. Visions are an integral part of my Red Road. I see things. I walk
in the footsteps of Ancestors...and I walk in footsteps that have not yet been created (in the minds of
men), but they very much exist in my Visions.
I have seen the road...I have seen the days, the nights. I know what awaits. I also know that there are
many surprises ahead too! For this is the concept of BEing a Hollow Bone—for I strive to remain an
Egoless Structure—who is a conduit for Spirit. Hold no expectations. BE Open and Curious.
And so, I am...at least as much as my Ego Mind will allow.
For all that the Red Road brings to me, for all the philosophical teachings of the Tao and Zen and
everything else that has crossed my Road, that little mind still whispers of a few concerns: “You don't
know where you're going to sleep!?!”
“You have no idea where you will get Food, or Water!?!”
“You're walking how far!?!..Everyday!!!?”
And in my Heart, the Red Road sings...it chants...a Power Song rises like my Brother Hawk...soaring,. I
see my feet pass over the land; I already feel the Earth beneath them.
I already feel the Wind...I taste the chilled air...semi rarified to say the least, as I prepare—spiritually and
mentally—for the walk of a lifetime that will take place at 8000 ft.
I see the faces of the Ancestors as I pass through old Peublos...as I step into new realms and Shamanic
Cultures...forever Open and Curious. This is my Red Road.
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