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| The Cherokee in me . . . |
When I was little, I only knew that native americans wore fancy clothes and worshipped the great spirit. My mother told me my great great great grandfather was a full blooded cherokee indian chief who lived on the reservation. Though the amount of my cherokee blood is physically only a trace, the respect and love for these proud people and the fact that they are a part of my family heritage is more important. In short, what I feel in my heart is more vast than what runs in my bloodstream. I believe that because I have cherokee blood, I have certain powers. I have known when something is going to happen before it happens. And I believe in the power of the spirit animal. I believe I have two. I think they are the horse and the raven. I wanted to put a horse on this page, but none were available. I am interested in talking with people who have any native american heritage and have similar experiences to myself. If you have had experiences like this or others, don't think you're crazy. You're not. | ||||||||||||||||
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What do you imagine when you think of India? Perhaps you think of the beautiful and mysterious Taj Mahal. Did you know that the Taj Manhal was built by a powerful ruler as a tribute and a tomb for his beloved wife? I chose this picture because the mood inspires one of mystery. The sun setting and the huge structure looks like giant shadow against the orange sky. | A taste of India . . . | ||||||||||||||||
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| A flower by any name . . . |
I'm not sure exactly what type of flower this is, but it looked pretty so I put it here. Originally, I wanted a rose, but since the selection was a bit limited, I did the best I could. I have looked at various flowers and learned that several types of flowers and plants are used by members of the religion known as "Wicca." I am not a member, but some of their practices and philosophies appeal to me. I have loved flowers for their colors and their scents. My fondest memory of flowers is when I bought a slender vase of flowers for my mom and gave them to her on Valentine's day to pick her up when her spirits were low. | ||||||||||||||||
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