I recently went out to seek my vision. Four nights, stripped down at 40 degrees north and 95 degrees west. Meditations on three states. Rain, wind and cold first purifying then rebirthing me.
On the first night the Cock came and took me West. Taught me the value of the Low, how insects and worms and grubs sustain life the best. Look closely up close. His chant was this:
“Make The Race
Like This
Race”
The second night the Road Runner came and took me South. I was running through the Wichita Mountains with my Father. He spoke of valuing Endurance and Speed. His chant is:
“Daddio Daddio Dig This
Start The Race
The Runner’s Race”
The third night the Hawk came and took me North. It was Andy Palmer and he was pleased with my Service to Others. His message:
“A pack of Runners come
They are here now
The Race comes to us
It is with us now”
The fourth night the Eagle came with my Sacred Path East. I ran to the banks of the Mississippi and prayed upon the woods of my youth, then back to my perch high above the Missouri. Courage and Pride and Strength. And Wisdom:
“He Sends a Vibe
I’m Hearing now
That One
Sending Dooling’s Vibe”
Here is the result of my transformation.
*artwork by Jessica Pape
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