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I stood outside the small hut and watched the storm as lightning flashed all around me. Then came the torrential downpour of rain. The clouds remained dark as the the land below me flooded. I was grateful the hut was up on a hill where the flood waters could not reach.
The scene reminded was just like my vision. The one where mother died as the enemy tribe ravaged the village. Then I saw, to my own amazement, the ghosts of that battle replaying the event before me. My mother, the coyote, was no longer solid as it had appeared before but was now made up of spirit energy. She fought the battle in the same fasion as before, with the same final outcome.
Was there no way for her to change her fate? I could not help but wonder. But then the ghosts faded into the night sky as the storm subsided. Was it my imagination or was my mother still here?
I blinked my eyes to better focus and in that instant she closed the gap between us. The spirit coyote looked up at me with glowing eyes and smiled. Are coyotes actually able to smile? Or was my eyes playing tricks on me? But know she was smiling and then I knew for sure that it was my mother.
I reached down to pat the she coyote on the head and she backed away. Then I heard a voice inside my head.
"Do not mistake me for a dog! But do not fear me either for I am here to guide you. It is the tradition of the Navajo for your spirit animal to come when it is time. I am that spirit for you."
The coyote was speaking inside my head and yet it felt perfectly normal. Maybe that was because of all the weird things I have witnessed up until this point.
She turned away and trotted off toward the horizon beckoning for me to follow...
to be concluded...
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