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New Moon on a Rememberance Day 

11/11/2015

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I awoke on Nov 11th, to a profound dream of my Scottish Warrior Ancestors , and some sort of magical land, that the dream had showed me. It was on the edge of the city, and it was from there that my ancestors spirits were calling me ......

I called my sweet sister,  Celine to join me for an adventure towards East Sooke that morning of November 11th. It was along the drive out there, that i started getting very clear glimpses of my dream : I had just missed the plane to Scotland. So i was brought to another special place that was near by, where there were invisible people, whom only i could see, or at least i was the only one giving the time and respect to acknowledge them.

they were dressed as warriors, with long spears, and were a "blue" people. they were not happy. for people were walking all over their land, and walking right passed them, where they stood like a pillar wall alongside each other, frowning at the lack of respect the humans had.

then these people, saw i saw them. they nodded and let me pass.
i entered into some seriously magical land, where wild forests now covered what was once an ancient site for these people, buried beneath, like a mayan ruin or temple

When we arrived to the Petroglyphs at East Sooke Park, I realized, this was the place i  was in ,  the night before,  in my dreams.

We built a medicine wheel to honor those ancestors, and asked blessing for their land , and gave our deep gratitude for being permitted to walk on it. Their was some graffiitti near by to the actual petroglyph, and i remembered the discontent of the ancestors.

The images of these people stayed with me for some time...i had felt a closeness with them , a kinship. I was confused why they were not native looking, and what the blue was all about, until a friend one day started telling me about the indiginous people of Scotland ~the Picts!

they were a warrior people of the land, covered in blue !

for a while, i had been denying my scottish lineage, as the blood shed, seemed to much to accept, to the point that i was even being disrespectful my self to the lineage of war fighters, right up to the officer at my window  that morning at 11 am , when he made me re route so the Remembernece Day parade could get by.....

This was the day that i would accept the warrior within, and give thanks to my ancestors who came before me, even if they were fighters. they had once been native to the land too, before it was lost. I remembered.

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