Like my shaman father and his father before me, I am a
SpiritWalker, a man who dwells in both the land of the living and in the Dreamscape where the spirits of our ancestors walk freely.

We assist those that need us without judgment nor hesitation, the living that need to know their loved ones have crossed over. The deceased that need to be shown the way unto the light.

With our gift comes great responsibility and power but this gift is also our curse for we know when we are fated to die.

Me time is nearly upon me, an yet there is so much that I should do.

My wife and child will be left alone, outcasts in a land that does not understand them.

I will miss them so, if only there was a way for me to contact The Stranger...and have him watch over them. But he will not return for another nine years.

My gift should be passed on to my eldest son, but I have no son.

What if my beloved Raven takes up the mantle will the ancient ones allow her to become a SpiritWalker, she like her mother is gifted with second sight, refuges from the Old Country.

Hmm I wonder what would happen if her skills combine...such raw power, how I wish I could be there to see her grow. But my body must return to the land and my spirit will soar free.

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This is White Cloud sitting pondering what is going to happen and what might be. He is the father of a heroine out of one of my stories...this is a prelude to the tale.

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