before a small campfire motioning me to sit.
A small teepee was behind him, and he wore
modern clothing; a brown hat, a vest, and a
blue flannel shirt with a pair of old jeans.
"Come, sit by my fire," he said. "Before we
continue," Joseph said, "you must pass
through a small test." "A test? I just want to
tell your story, you know, of the pathway."
"In order to follow me, you must follow the
pathway. The next step requires a small rite
of passage."
A vibration entered my spirit as I
began to whirl. Within moments, my soul
was manifesting in another place, another
reality; a modern looking restaurant
decorated in frontier fashion with lots of
woodwork. People were laughing and
making merry on the cool November day.
Beginning to manifest into this energetic
reality of a potential future, I was sitting at a
table with about ten people who acted as if
they knew me.
Turning to look out a window
behind me, I noticed a man holding a gun.
"Uh oh," I thought, "here it comes." Without
any warning, a burst of about twenty armed
people poured into the restaurant,
happening so fast that most of those present
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