Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2017 21:58:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Snowblind94 <snowblind94@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Jared II - 32 - Spirit quest

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Jared the Paramedic - Volume II
Chapter 32 - Spirit Quest

The men had gathered at Grandfather's yard to await their final
instructions before the commencement of their spirit quest.  He would be
taking the young men up into the hills, valleys and forests where these
journeys have been conducted for generations.  The land to the north was
sacred land, and land well inhabited by spirits and spirit guides. The land
would not only make sure the young men spoke with their spirit guides, but
it would help protect them as much as they could from any shadows who may
try to follow them.  The land was ancient, sacred, nurturing and safe.

The men had arrived at noon, and they now stood around the fire pit in
their leather mukluk style leather footwear and loin cloths waiting for
further instructions from their grandfather.  They all stood silently,
staring at the fire while trying to anticipate what would happen to them.
Grandfather Mathew and Grandfather Tom flanked by Jared and Zane joined the
men at the fire.

Mathew looked around the fire at Liam, Patrick, Darren, Jesse, Adam, Conner
and Mark who were all standing and ready to start their journey.  Tyler,
Troy and Josh were near their friends for support but had already made the
journey themselves before.  Tonight, they would be with their grandfathers
and meditating near the fire and ready to protect their brothers if needed.

Grandfather moved forward and looked at the young men about to commence
their spirit journey.  The old man was dressed in his finest furs including
the buffalo robe with horns on his own head.  His staff, which represented
his position as the most senior medicine man of the people was decorated
with beads, fur tails, animal teeth and bear claws in addition to the long
stream of eagle feathers.  He raised it up and butted it onto the ground
three times.  The ground under the men's feet shook with each hit.
Grandfather raised the staff skyward in both of his hands as he said:

"Oh Great Spirit,
 Whose Voice I hear in the winds,
 Hear me, for I am flawed and weak.
 I need your strength and wisdom.
 I seek strength Oh Great One,
 Not to be superior to my brothers,
 But to conquer my greatest enemy, MYSELF."

The ancient man brought his staff down and held it similar to parade rest
before he continued,

"Oh Great Spirit,
Your grandchildren are here to seek wisdom and insight.

They continue to learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.

They do this to learn the way and knowledge of the ancient times when you
spoke the absolute truths to your children the first time.

They do this so they may learn and carry this message of life and hope to
all the people of mother earth.

May their hands respect the many beautiful things you have made.

May their needs never take more from mother earth than they need, and share
whatever they can with anyone who needs it.

May their ears be sharp to hear your Voice in everything you have created
for them.

May they always walk in your beauty,

And let their eyes ever behold the red and purple sunsets.

So when life fades like the setting sun all our spirits will come to you
without shame to be reunited in the next world.

I HAVE SPOKEN."

Grandfather Tom stepped forward to the men.  He was dressed very similar to
Mathew, consistent with his high rank as well.  In his hand were little
leather pouches each attached to a leather thong.  He reached and put one
over the head of each of the young men.  Tom then explained the purpose of
the medicine pouch including the tradition and the possibility they may be
able to hear the Creator speak to them through a talisman or sacred object.
They could retain the sacred object for the rest of their lives in this
pouch.  Tom also explained the origin of the spirit quest or as the ancient
Celts called it, the Vigil so they were absolutely clear what was to be
done.

Tyler, Troy and Josh stood forward and moved in front of their friends.  It
was then the men about to depart on their journey noted the way their
friends were now dressed.  Each one of them had necklace around their neck
which was made up of bear claws, wolf claws and eagle feathers as well as
some multi-coloured carved wooden beads.  Above that necklace, each wore a
medium sized medicine pouch as well. Each of them were wearing a wolf skin,
and had a large knife in a beautiful leather sheath on their right hip.
Jesse looked at the knives quickly and realized the handles were carved
from Elk antler, and the blades inside the leather sheath appeared to be at
least 2-3" inches wide and 8-10" long.  The leatherwork and beading on the
sheaths was beautiful.  The wolf's head was being worn as a hat, the front
paws over their shoulders with the rest of the pelt hanging down their
backs.  The black war paint each of them had on their faces would have
terrified anyone who didn't know them.

Troy stood forward. "My brothers... I have a small stone for each of you
which is called Labradorite Crystal. It is a stone of magic to awaken the
sleeping abilities within you.  The Creator willing, it will awaken the
psychic link between us as a tribe, family, and brothers.  It is a powerful
gift for your medicine pouch to protect you, and it also comes with a piece
of my own spirit which I freely give to you."  The young man stepped to
each of his friends, and placed a stone in their medicine pouch, and then
stepped backward out of the way.

Tyler stood forward. "My brothers... I have a small stone for each of you
which is called Amethyst.  It is Mother Earth's gift to mankind as the
stone of change, protection and enlightenment. It enhances spiritual
awareness, serenity and composure while drawing in both good energy and
love. It is a powerful gift for your medicine pouch to protect you, and it
also comes with a piece of my own spirit which I freely give to you."
Tyler stepped to each of his friends, and placed a stone in their medicine
pouch, and then stepped backward out of the way.

Josh stood forward. "My brothers... I have an arrowhead made from flint by
the hands of the ancient ones.  These are the first of the sacred objects
you will collect in your lifetime.  This object is very, very powerful and
full of knowledge.  It is a knowledge you may draw upon when you need it.
The style of arrow head indicates your membership in our tribe, and as one
of the chosen people. It is a powerful gift for your medicine pouch to
protect you, and it also comes with a piece of my own spirit which I freely
give to you."  Josh stepped to each of his friends, and placed an arrowhead
in their medicine pouch, and then stepped backward out of the way.

Jared and Liam now stepped forward.  Liam held two ancient bowls... one
filled with white liquid and the other filled with black liquid or paint
which had been made in the traditional way.  The two men quickly painted
their friends faces lightly with white paint, and then with the black paint
they applied the mark of the feather with the bear claw marks crossing it
on each of their friends left upper arms.  Jared and Liam gave slight bows
to their friends, and then stepped backward and out of the way.

When no one had questions, Grandfather Mathew led them to the path and
motioned for them to start their journey. Both ancient medicine men hugged
each of the young men as they moved towards the path they were to
follow. The men had split up along the valley, each finding a place where
they received some protection from the sun as well as the wind.  They had
started their journey at approximately 1:00 pm, and they would wander
throughout the sacred land until the sun had begun its descent for the day.
Then they could settle for the night if they had not done so already and
start a fire to sleep with.

*****************************************

Liam had gone looking for a spot along one of the valley walls where he
could do some meditating while his friends were seeking visions. Liam was
already a medicine man and very adept at traveling through the spiritual
world.  Grandfather considered Liam to have already completed his spirit
walking when he had met his Celtic ancestor, but had sent him out into the
valley in case someone did wish to speak with him from the other world.
The spot he found had a wide ledge which allowed him to keep a small fire
going while sitting and chanting, facing the valley and keeping watch over
his brothers, guiding them if directed. Jared was doing much the same in
another part of the valley.  He had no clue how long he had been chanting
when someone appeared out of the shadows.  As the person moved forward and
into the light of the fire, Liam saw it was again his ancestor.

"Please, join me Great-Great-Grandfather and sit by the fire to warm
yourself."

The old man sat down and extended his hands to warm them from the flames.
"Thank you for the invitation, Grandson.  The heat feels good on these old
bones."

Liam laughed.  "It feels good on the young bones as well, Grandfather.  It
is an honour you join me on this evening, but I have nothing to offer you
for your thirst or hunger."

"I understand, Grandson.  We will have something when we all come together
later as part of our quest and your training.  We have much to talk about
Liam.  We need to talk about the old ways."

"I am listening, Grandfather."

"Liam, you will find that much of what I have to say will surprise you.
Our history starts many, many years before the writings of all religions.
Once you understand our history, you will realize some of the faiths
followed the teachings passed onto them while others began to modify or
outright change them to become self-perpetuating and self-serving."

"I understand, Grandfather.  This would explain the battle we found
ourselves in with a church Pastor.  He was acting on behalf of evil while
spouting the words of the Creator's peace."

"Liam, you must understand that in the beginning the ways of the ancient
ones were passed verbally from father to son through a lifetime of
training.  There was no writing or books for many thousands of years for
people.  In fact, our ancestors didn't even write their own stories.  It
was the Greeks and Romans who tried to conquer and subjugate us who began
to write our history in the centuries BC.  What they didn't know was the
training was only part of the knowledge.  The real knowledge was implanted
into the chosen ones where it could sleep until required or awakened when
it was time."

"Liam, in the beginning when the earth was ready for people, the Creator
decided they must all be the same, know the same, be the same.  He wanted
Mother Earth to have people who would love each other as much as they loved
her.  He had created the Beaver, and called them the little people.  When
the time came to seed the earth, the biggest beaver was cut up into 12
pieces and sent all around the world, carried by the birds and animals.
They each breathed life into the pieces and taught the tribes of humans how
to survive on the earth."

"In our ancestor's verbal history which was recorded by the Romans, it was
also said the heaven and earth were great giants. Their children lived in
the darkness between them.  One son led his brothers to cut Heaven into
pieces. Heaven's skull made the firmament. As his blood spilt forth, a
great flood killed all humans except a single pair who were saved in a
floating vessel.  The waters settled in hollows to become the oceans around
the land.  You already know the version of the great flood discussed by the
Christians and many of the other peoples of earth have similar stories."

"Grandson, it is the truth that all the tribes were created the same inside
and the same knowledge of the people.  The creator allowed some differences
in facial structure, skin colour and other minor things to allow each tribe
to adapt to its specific environment better.  The biggest gift he gave to
mankind was the gift of choice.  They are all brothers and sisters, and
they are all exactly the same where it counts."

"Why do they kill each other, Grandfather?  We have been given everything
we could ever need for good lives but people hate and kill each other."

The ancient man's face clearly showed pain as he looked at his grandson.
"There are more influences and forces at work in this reality, Liam.  You
are beginning to realize that shadows and other things more evil are able
to do many things among people.  They harvest spirits and lives for their
own use like wild rice being collected in the fall.  There is much to
discuss about this, but understand when the Creator gave mankind the
ability to make choices... there was risk in that decision."

"I am truly beginning to understand that, Grandfather."

"Let us talk more about the knowledge of the people.  The ancient Druids
believed the Shamrock was a sacred plant that could ward off evil. The
ancient Celtics believed the Shamrock had mystical properties because of
the three heart-shaped leaves which is also a sacred number.  Actually
Liam, three is the most sacred number.  Some Christians also believe the
Shamrock has a special meaning... the three leaves representing the Holy
Trinity of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."

"They are all commonly rooted in the original knowledge," Liam said
quietly.

"One of the more humorous stories which has become a legend is Finn
MacCool. One popular story tells of a salmon that knew all of the world's
knowledge and Finn fished and fished until he caught it.  He started to
cook the Salmon for eating so he could gain the knowledge. As the fish was
cooking, juice squirted out and burned Finn's thumb. Finn stuck his thumb
in his mouth to stop the pain and instantly learned the knowledge the
salmon carried. From then on, anytime Finn sucked his thumb he gained
whatever knowledge he was seeking."

Liam chuckled at the story.

"Obviously that story isn't true, but no one realizes it is much truer than
they think.  Liam, in the beginning designated people such as myself would
learn everything we as a people had done and could do. We were at one time
called 'The Order' by many people. We would have a few people with the same
level of learning in case something happened to one and everything was
lost.  This was the time before writing.  As time progressed, we began to
use three people as a triad and we would split the knowledge into specific
disciplines and have a part to memorize as opposed to it all.  There was
too much to for one person to learn."

Liam was listening with great interest.  Grandfather reached out with his
hands and gently clasped each side of Liam's head.  The memories buried
deep within him, began to emerge.  Liam now understood the importance of
the various ceremonies.  Each ceremony was a portal to recall or install
more memory into a chosen one.  The ceremonies invoked a meditative trance
in the people where not only communications with the spiritual world were
possible, it allowed the absorption of access to information very quickly.
The other benefit was the amount of information which could be stored
through a trance in a human brain was more than a person could ever
voluntarily store in their lifetime.

"Liam, the order has survived to this day.  Parts of the knowledge have
been taken and used by people who believed they knew better.  While some
good people did their best, the evil one was at work as well.  The true
knowledge continued to be passed on in the traditional way, while others
chose to write it down.  Some wrote it accurately, while others wrote it to
meet their own goals.  Over time, the knowledge has become diluted and lost
by the people except those of the triads who carry it.  You are one of the
chosen, as is Jared, Adam, and Patrick, though he has just awakened and is
getting only flashes of knowledge. There are others, but they haven't
achieved the point of awakening yet."

"Grandfather, a famous writer in my time summarized it as 'Men, the only
animal in the world to fear'."

"It was not meant to be that way Liam, it was meant for everyone to love
another.  Let us drum and sing together," said Grandfather.  The two men
commenced drumming and calling through the throat singing.

***************************************** Adam

Adam was sitting at his fire, almost dozing off when a familiar face
appeared in front of him.  Adam jumped to his feet and stepped backwards in
horror.

"Oh God no..." Adam sputtered.

The older man who stepped forward was Adam's former abusive boyfriend.  The
man was dressed in leather shorts and leather studded belts across his
chest.

"I thought I trained you better than this boy.  When I came home, you were
to be doing what, Adam?"  he yelled at the young man.

Adam had tears streaking down his face and he couldn't form words, only
mumbling an incoherent answer.  The man stepped forward and backhanded the
smaller, slightly built young man.  Adam screamed in agony.

"Stop daddy Lucas, please... no more beatings." The young man was sobbing
almost uncontrollably.

"I will stop when you do what you were trained to do when I get home boy.
Hurry up."

Adam stood slowly, and looked at the man.  He began to remove his leggings,
and fold them up to be placed on a rock.

"This is taking too long boy!" the man yelled as he backhanded Adam again.
This time, Adam fell to his knees.  "Get your fucking clothing off now and
assume the position with that ass in the air for my use, boy.  Your ass is
so sloppy it barely meets my needs now, boy."

"Please, stop hitting me daddy Lucas.  Please, it hurts."

The man reached over and lifted Adam to his feet by pulling on his hair.
The man reached down and pulled the loin cloth off the young man's body.
"Assume the position, boy," he said as he threw Adam to the ground.

Adam sat on the ground, his knees bent and apart, looking at Lucas through
tear filled eyes.

"Who said you deserved hair down there boy! Men can have hair, not little
boys like you.  That little fucking dick of yours could only satisfy some
other piece of shit as useless as you are.  You are a waste of food and
oxygen, and before I kill you... I am going to fuck you one more time."

Adam sat and looked at Lucas.  The young man thought to himself, "Please,
God the Creator, I ask you to stop this.  This man has caused so much pain
and suffering with me as well as to many others.  Some of the people he has
abused like this already walk the spirit world with you.  I am ready,
Creator; I give my life to you for you to end this. Creator, take my life
to protect others from the evil of this man."

Suddenly, anger was now focusing in his mind and presenting options to him
to fight back.  Adam had never had something like this happen before.  He
felt something in his chest, and it spread rapidly like a tidal wave.  His
eyesight was more intense, his hearing more acute, his breathing had slowed
but was much deeper.  Adam's body felt different, while he was lean, Adam
was also muscular.  He felt like his muscles had just intensified and grown
bigger.

Adam stood up straight with a new sense of confidence, something which had
been taken from him by many others but most of it by this man.  Adam stood
up straight slowly, taking deep breaths.  His head was spinning from the
feelings of power he had burning in his body.  He sensed the blood as it
moved through his arteries and veins.  Adam felt the air rushing in and out
of his lungs, he actually felt the tissues as the air flooded in and the
CO2 was expelled.  Adam was feeling a new sense of confidence.  He stood
there in front of Lucas with his hands on his hips, and said, "This ends
tonight, asshole.  I will never do anything for you again."

Daddy Lucas stood back in shock.  "How dare you speak to me like that, boy.
Your ass will always be mine.  Your scrawny little useless body will be
mine, or I will destroy it so no one else can use it."

Adam heard a voice in his head.  He recognized it immediately as Jared.
"Adam, it is time to grow."

Adam wasn't sure what he meant, but before he could ask Adam felt a gentle
hand on his shoulder.  Adam looked at the hand and it began to glow.  He
turned his head slightly and saw his Grandfather Tom standing behind him;
he was still dressed as a medicine man.  The glow expanded throughout his
body and it felt like ants crawling on his skin as the glow spread.  There
were images going through his mind rapidly, pictures of people of thousands
of years ago and in few seconds, he had a seen a movie from the beginning
of the 12 tribes to modern day.  It was a lot of information for Adam to
grasp, and he really didn't even try.  His mind watched the images go by at
the speed of a fast forwarded movie.  The images stopped, and Adam felt
something he had not felt in such a long time it brought tears of joy to
his eyes.

He felt love for everyone, for everything around him and for himself.  Adam
felt confident in the way he was looking around the world with a new set of
eyes. The confidence which had been stripped from him by many people's
abuse, Lucas being the worse of all of them, had been restored.  Finally,
Adam suddenly realized he was not alone as the Creator was part of him, and
in absolutely everything around him.  Everything around him had energy for
his use to fight evil, and he now understood his former boyfriend was evil.

"Lucas, it will never happen again, nor to anyone else ever again by your
hand," stated Adam.

"Who you think you're talking to, boy?"

"You," Adam said with a strength and intensity he didn't know he had
possessed.  The young man brought his hands together, rubbed them together
and then turned them so the palms were now facing his former boyfriend.
Two orbs of bright white light came from the palms of his hands and hit
Lucas in the chest.  The man started to scream in agony as two more of the
power orbs hit him.  The vision of his boyfriend dissolved into smoke.

Adam suddenly became aware he was still sitting by the fire, except now
Jared was sitting across from him dressed in his ceremonial clothing along
with Grandfather Tom and behind both them stood a bull moose.  It was one
of the biggest bull moose Adam had ever seen.

"Adam, you have done well tonight," said Tom.  "I am so very proud of you,
Grandson, and your spirit guide has stepped out of the shadows to formally
meet you."

Grandfather Tom stood and motioned Adam forward. "This is Mosra, the bull
moose.  The moose is the master of self camouflage in his environment and
within himself as well. He has the ability to conceal ideas, thoughts,
actions until the appropriate time when your life is awakening inside of
you.  He knows the truths needed in life to grow, Adam.

The moose is a teacher and will increase your knowledge of emotions and
emotional control, for self- awareness, strength, wisdom and patience.  He
gives you the ability to move swiftly but silently with wisdom. Are you
being gentle with yourself? Do you need to be more graceful and humble or
speak up more? Mosra will show you balance along your life's path.  The
moose is also the keeper of the sacred energy, and has allowed you access
to it.  When you need it, he will grant it, Adam.  This is a very special
and powerful spirit guide for you, and he has waited a long time for you to
be ready."

Tom gently placed Adam's hand on the moose's long nose, and the moose
allowed it.  Adam began sense a feeling deep inside of him grow when he
noticed the moose's eye glowing, as were his own.  The moose and Adam
became one in spirit, and the glow disappeared.

Adam stepped back from the moose and watched as the animal gave a deep,
rumbling call before walking into the brush and disappearing.

"It is time for me to leave, but you have made me proud, Adam my
grandson. I have and always will love you until the end of time."

Adam and Tom embraced tightly. Adam had closed his eyes tightly, trying to
prevent the tears of joy from being seen.  Jared stood and embraced Tom as
well.  Grandfather Tom stepped backward and drew into a white orb which
shot up into the sky.

"Thank you, Masqua."

"You have much to learn about your gifts, and it will take some time, my
little brother.  Tonight, you gave your heart to the Creator, and he
accepted it.  He gave you a gift... a lifting of the pain in your heart,
and allowing you to end it."

"Thank you, Creator.  I will do my best for you."

"I am proud of you, little brother.  You need rest."  Jared helped him move
to his bed roll, put some more wood on the fire and touched the young man
on the cheek tenderly.  "Adam, you are a good man, and I am proud to have
you as a brother."

"Thank you, Jared," replied Adam with water building in his eyes.

"A gift for your pain," said Jared as his finger traced Adam's cheek.
Jared's eye's flashed for just a moment.  Adam's eye's closed as he inhaled
sharply.  His head snapped backwards as he cried out, "Oh God."

Every nerve and sense in Adam's body had simultaneously fired which brought
on wave after wave of ecstasy.  The euphoric sensations also manifested
themselves in his groin, causing an instant erection in his leggings.  The
waves of pleasure as he shot his load into his loin cloth were immediate,
and intense.  Adam had never felt as many contractions deep inside him
before as he came, filling the pouch of his loin cloth full with his
essence.  Adam laid backwards on the ground after the last contraction in
post orgasmic bliss.  He didn't notice the yellow glow growing in his groin
area, under the cloth.  The glow grew brighter until it formed an orb,
moved through the clothing and it hung in the air above Adam's crotch.

Jared opened the palm of his hand, and the orb came to it, and hovered.
"Creator, thank you for protecting this young man."  Jared concentrated his
vision on the orb of yellow light and it dissolved into dust.  "Adam, the
scars and pain caused by that man are gone... but the memories remain.
Sleep," he said, and Adam slipped deeply into a peaceful slumber.  Jared
leaned over and gently kissed him on the forehead.  "Such a young man with
a lifetime of pain experienced already," Jared thought.  "Good night,
little brother."

***************************************** Darren

Darren was watching the fire, but he wasn't very happy.  He thought he
could handle the spirit quest, but it was going to be very difficult for
him. He was very close to his brothers, to his work mates and especially
his boyfriend, Josh.  Darren needed to be with people he loved or at the
very least, people he trusted.  Darren could spend time alone, but he
needed the security of knowing he could be with people if or when he needed
it.  He couldn't stand to lose anyone else after his brother.  He didn't
want to be, or couldn't be, alone anymore.

He was sitting there staring into the fire when Tyler ran into sight.  He
was out of breath, and covered in sweat from his run.

"Darren, I found Josh with Troy at the bottom of the ravine.  Troy heard a
scream while he was sitting at his fire and went to investigate.  When he
got there, Josh was barely conscious but before he passed out," Tyler
hesitated and tears started leaking from his eyes.  "He said he loved you,
and will always be with you."

Darren jumped up.  "Take me to him, NOW!" he yelled.

The two men quickly moved along the paths through the bushes, and Tyler
only hesitated a couple of times to choose the correct path.  The last
trail they followed was the toughest as it went down the escarpment in a
switchback style.  Both of them had stumbled a couple of times, but they
made it to the bottom of the hill.

Tyler and Darren ran to where Josh was lying near the river.  Troy was over
him and had used some bedrolls to make him more comfortable.  Darren ran up
and knelt next to Josh.  Darren reached out and took one of Josh's hands
into both of his.

"Joshie, Joshie, I'm here my man.  Speak to me please, Joshie."

It took a moment, but Josh opened his eye's.  Slowly and painfully, he
spoke.  "Darren, I held on to say good bye to you."

Darren screamed "NO!  Where's Jared?  Where's Liam?  Creator, we need your
help."

Tyler put his hand on Darren's shoulder, and lightly massaged it to let him
know he was there.  Troy was holding Josh's other hand in both of his.

Josh looked deeply into Darren's eyes.  "You are the love of my life, the
one and only love of my life.  The Creator would have been here by now if
this wasn't the path I was meant to be on."

"I don't accept that, Josh.  It's not true, it can't be true.  I offered my
life last time, and I still offer my life for yours because I will not live
without you.  I will follow you into the next world as soon as I can.  I'm
going to follow you right now, Josh."  Darren stood up and started to run
towards the path up the hill.

Tyler ran behind him and grabbed him.  Twisting Darren around, he looked
into the face of his brother.  "What the hell do you think you are going to
do?"

Without hesitation, Darren replied, "Throwing myself off the fucking cliff.
I want to be with Josh."

There was another voice from the darkness heard.  "Darren, you will never
be alone."

Darren whipped around to look for the source of the voice, but he knew it
so well.  Standing there was his brother, dressed in his army fatigues.
Darren stepped to him and Cameron took him into a hug.

"Cameron, can you help Josh?  He's my boyfriend.  Please," plead Darren.

"Darren, everything happens for a reason, and we are all following our path
which the creator has built for us."

"No.  His and my paths are together, and if he dies... I will die with him.
I will not be left behind and alone again, ever."

Cameron smiled at his brother.  "You were never alone Darren, never."

"Yes I was.  You died and there was no one left for me.  There was no one.
Mom and Dad were gone, everyone was gone.  Then you died and I was left
alone until I found Josh.  Without Josh, I do not want to be living."

"Darren, you were never alone.  Now shut up and let me speak, or it will be
over my knee."

Darren froze in his tracks.  "Yes, Cameron."

"Darren, do you remember the chat we had during that first sweat lodge
ceremony you had?"

"Yes, I remember it, Cam."

"I told you I didn't have much time, but you were never alone, and I will
always love you, little brother."

"Yes, I remember."

"Darren, I have a bit more time to explain things to you this time.  There
are four things you need to remember.  Actually, everyone here better
listen to this.  (1) Everything on earth is alive; (2) Everything on this
earth has purpose; (3) Everything on this earth is connected; (4)
Everything on earth is to be embraced.  Remember these four rules.  You
will learn more about these rules from the Creator."

"But Cameron, what about Josh; he needs help."

"Darren, have faith and listen to me.  Law #3 - Everything on the earth is
connected.  Darren, the love we had between us as brothers is a very
special thing.  It is a very deep thing, and something which we give to
each other without reservation or conditions.  It is shared openly and on
an emotional level.  The love you have for Josh is just as deep, but it is
different.  There are different types of love because as a human, we are
physical elements, a vessel for our spirit to grow stronger.  The love you
have for Josh has many of the same elements which we share, except yours
also has a physical element when you make love.  Your spirits intertwine
and while you two are sharing your seed of life, your spirits are growing
stronger with love.  Now that I have passed to the next world Darren, I
have learned the love on this level is freely shared, but it is not sex.
It is on an emotional and intellectual level and something I can hardly
wait to share with you."

"Wait, wait, wait," Darren interrupted.  "You took our love with you to the
next world?"

"Yes, and more Darren.  When you were depressed, or scared; do you remember
a warm feeling suddenly like the hugs we shared so often?"

"Yes, I thought I was imagining it."

"Not at all Darren; did you feel better afterwards?"

"After some time, I relaxed and felt better.  I remember it felt like
someone rubbing my upper back like you used to do..."

"Darren, it was me each time looking out for my little brother. I just
couldn't say anything to you because you weren't ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Ready for what you and your adopted family are doing for the Creator.
Darren, you are part of a family who loves you.  Read my lips little
man... you are not alone anymore.  Their love surrounds you wherever you
go.  When you are apart, their love is still with you.  You are never
alone, little brother."

"But Josh needs help..."

"No he doesn't, Darren," Cameron snapped his fingers and Josh appeared
beside Darren.  Darren grabbed the man in a tight hug and started to cry.
Tyler and Troy stepped in and hugged them as well.  Cameron raised his
hand, palm out to the group of men and said, "Feel."

The four men felt the love from each other, and how strong the love was.
The strongest feelings were between the partners, but the love between them
as brothers was just as intense.  Cameron added his love for Darren to the
mixture.

"You all sense the love Darren and I have for each other.  Do you sense the
similarity between two natural born brothers and you four who have adopted
each other as brothers?  They are just as strong as our connection.  You
have all lost your families or your family's connection one way or another,
but now you have a new one.  Love the family you have, count your
blessings, enjoy your love and give it to each other unconditionally."

Cameron continued, "Law #4, Everything on earth is to be embraced.  Embrace
everything, my friends, everything you see, hear, feel, smell, or touch is
a gift.  Embrace each other closely as partners and friends, and embrace
the fact if you become separated in the physical world, you will continue
to embrace each other in the next world."

Darren broke free of the group to hug his brother.  "Thank you, Cameron.  I
love you more today than I ever have."

Cameron hugged his little brother back.  "I know.  I sensed it all the
time, especially when you felt alone and abandoned.  But no more Darren,
you have more love in your new family than either of us could have ever
dreamed of.  You love each unconditionally, unlike what we had with our
family."

"All four of you guys need to hear me clearly, and remember the words I
speak to you.  You are never alone; you are a part of a tremendous family
of people.  You are all linked through your love, and you always will be.
You are not alone guys, you have each other."

They let go of each other.  Cameron stood back and said, "It is my time to
move on, guys.  It has been a pleasure to actually meet you all, and always
a pleasure to see my little brother.  May the peace of the Creator be with
you all, brother wolves of the pack."

As the four young men replied, "May peace be with you as well," Cameron
disappeared into an orb of light, and shot into the sky.  The four men
watched as it disappeared.  They all awoke at the same time, all kneeling
at the same fire pit.  The fire had little heat left in it, and they
started it burning again.  Once that was done, they laid on their bedrolls
and fell asleep, both sets of boyfriends holding their partners hand.  They
hadn't said a word, but they felt an inner peace they didn't know existed.

***************************************** Jesse

Liam took Jesse back into the old memories.

They both stood on the edge of a clearing in furs, hides and cured leather.
Jesse looked at Liam and chuckled.

"I don't think I will ever get use to this, Liam," said Jesse lifting his
foot to look at the coverings.

"I know what you mean Jess, and it took me a while as well.  But, I love
these furs," laughed Liam as he stretched his arms outwards.

Jesse laughed as he did the same.

"Keep your arms out Jesse, we'll go for a flight and look around," said
Liam as his eyes flashed.  Both men transitioned into eagles, and took to
the air in flurry of wings.

Jesse loved the feeling of flying this way, the quick turns, the three
dimensional moves he could make with no restrictions.  They flew over the
countryside, mixed with trees, rivers and the limited crops of man which
had been planted.  The two eagles flew over a small settlement of people.
The village consisted of huts with tall thatched roofs set on low circular
mud walls.  The perimeter of the village had a tall horizontally woven
fence made of saplings and willow to give some security to the people from
animals or looters.  The compound was filled with small fires to cook, and
a few children playing a game.

Liam pointed his wing and Jesse followed him in a gentle turn and decent
into a small clearing not far from the camp.  Upon landing, the eagles
transitioned back into men.

"I have never known such freedom as flying as a bird, my friend.  I could
feel the gentleness and preciseness of the movements, the rush of the air
passing over every square inch of my body, and the tranquility of silence
in the heavens," exclaimed Jesse.

"They are wonderful sensations to experience, aren't they, Jesse.  There is
more to come while you continue to learn and grow into what is expected of
you."

Jesse and Liam walked towards the village, as they approached on the
pathway, they were challenged.

The guard saw the two men walking up the trail.  The one who appeared to be
younger of the two had the clothes of a magus or priest.  But he had a
wooden staff with tails from unknown animals hanging from it.  The other
man was probably his servant thought the guard.

"Who goes there?" challenged the guard raising his spear.

"I am Liam, and this is my brother Jesse.  We are of the Bear clan and have
come a long ways to visit," replied Liam.  "I am a medicine man of my
tribe, and Jesse is a scholar."  Liam smirked as he turned his head, "A low
level scholar, but a scholar."

Jesse rolled his eyes in his head.  "Whatever."

"Why do you come here?  We have nothing for you.  We are not rich, just
farmers," said the man.

"We ask nothing but to share some tea, and then we would move on," replied
Liam.

"I think you should move on now, it is dark soon and you need to be where
you are going before the dark," he replied.

"What happens at night?" asked Jesse.

A woman's voice was heard from inside the compound.  "The pookas come to
take our animals, food and sometimes kill our people.  We can't stop them,"
the young woman said.  "Are you really a healer?"

Liam answered quickly, "Yes, I am."

"My brother is a very good healer," added Jesse.

"Please, come in and look at my daughter.  Her husband is out hunting and I
am watching her for him.  She is near delivery, and having problems." said
the woman.

"Martoch, is it safe to let them inside the compound?" asked the guard.

The woman looked at them both.  "I sense they are not from here, and either
one of them could have ended your life easily if they had wished it." She
looked at Jesse's eyes.  "This one is more dangerous in the physical world
Trach, the other is very dangerous in the spiritual world.  They could have
taken what they wanted by now, so I believe it is safe to let them look at
my daughter."

Liam smiled at the woman.  "You're a traveller."

"I have travelled when necessary, but it is nothing compared to your
journey this day."

"Let us check your daughter," said Liam.  He dug into his medicine bag and
gave Jesse a small bag of tea.  "Would you have someone make us some tea,
it has been a long day."

As they entered the compound, a few others came to them and were
introduced.  One of the elderly ladies took Jesse to make tea.  He watched
her heat rocks in the fire and add them to water in cups made from hollowed
out wood.  He sprinkled some of the leaves into each cup, and then offered
her some as well.  She was very interested in the spice.  Jesse explained
how during their travels they sometimes traded for different types of teas.
This was from many, many days of travel from a place called China and they
had added some dried berries to it as well.  The smell intrigued the woman,
and she was truly delighted by the taste.

They took two more cups over to Liam and Martoch.  They each sipped from
their cups.

"The baby hasn't turned, and will probably breach deliver," said Liam.  The
two woman were sipping on their tea and listening to the two men, not
understanding the words they were using but following the concepts
easily. "But it's nothing I can't handle, Jesse. Why don't you go outside
and look around while I help here."

Jesse hesitated, but he heard Liam's voice in his head, "Just call me if
you need me."

Martoch took Jesse went outside and called to one of the young men, asking
him to show the visitor around.  The young man didn't look too happy, but
nodded to Martoch.  She introduced him as Laird.  Jesse noticed the young
man limped as he walked.

Jesse was fascinated as the young man explained everything as the toured
the area, and he was introduced to many more people than he had seen from
the air.  All of the people had commented on Jesse's command of the
language for someone who had just arrived from so far away.  The young
women thought Jesse was very cute, and his slight accent they considered
very exotic, even erotic.

Laird took Jesse to the back of the compound where some youth were
obviously practicing their battle skills in mock duels.  The young men were
using wooden swords, the adults watching and teaching them wearing swords
approximately 28" long from their belts.  There were also numerous spears
leaning against a rail post fence making them available for teaching or the
defense of the village.

The young man led Jesse towards the area but stayed back, hesitating to get
any closer.  One of the young men finally spotted Laird and pointed him out
to the rest of the group.

Jesse leaned over to Laird and asked directly, "Why are they making fun of
you, Laird?"

Laird had water in his eyes as he replied "I was injured when I was younger
and I have trouble with my right leg and knee.  It never healed properly
after breaking and they see me as malformed and useless except to the women
because I can't run.  If you can't run, you can't hunt or be a warrior."

"Bullshit," replied Jesse.

"I'm not familiar with that word, Jesse.  But, I think I grasp what you are
meaning," replied Laird with a smirk.

The four boys came towards Laird.  "Who is this?  Another woman?"

Laird was upset at the disrespect shown and made it known.  "This is an
important visitor from far away and you have dishonoured our tribe by your
words."

The young man stepped towards Laird, "What are you going to do about it,
lame one."

"I find it distressing this type of behavior towards another member of your
tribe is allowed," said Jesse as he eyed the aggressive young man.

"I'm related to the Chief, so I can do as I please," replied the young man.

"I'm considered to be a scholar and Chief where I come from, and I would
punish anyone who behaved like you," said Jesse clearly.

The young men laughed at the words.  Laird said, "Jesse, please do not
aggravate them, they might hurt you."

Jesse stepped forward to pass through the small group and into the center
of their practice field.  He turned and looked at the mouthy young man.
The teenager stood 5'10" and was built like a linebacker.  In fact, all the
young people were built the same way.  Even as youth, Jesse noticed the
people were stocky, very muscular, blonde or strawberry hair with crystal
clear blue eyes.

Jesse smiled at the young men as he spoke, "You dishonoured me by your
words which gives me the right of calling you to battle to regain my
honour."

The young man's face went blank with concern.  He looked at each of his
friends and then back at the stranger.  The young man sized Jesse up and
considered him to be old, too thin and too self-confident.  "What weapon do
you choose?"

"I choose nothing but my body but you may choose anything you wish, little
one," said Jesse with a smirk.

"I choose the practice sword," replied the young man.

"What have you done to dishonour this tribe, Matsi?" a booming voice was
heard yelling.

"He challenged me, Uncle," replied the young man Jesse knew as Matsi.

A very solid looking man followed by three others entered the training
area.  "I am Toolsi, Chief of this village.  I welcome you to our homes and
apologise for the young one's dishonour," said the Chief.

Jesse stepped forward and they gripped each other's hand with strength.  "I
am Jesse, a traveller and considered to be a scholar and chief of the
scholars."

"Please allow me to make amends for this boy's challenge to you, Jesse.  I
neither want him hurt nor a visitor to our village hurt by his actions."

"Toolsi, if I could teach him a lesson with no tools, and not hurting him
very much, would you allow it?"  asked Jesse with a smirk.

Toolsi used every skill he had learned as a hunter and warrior to size this
man up.  He could see Jesse's eyes were full of secrets, mischievousness
and what he really noticed was the absolute lack of fear.  This man was not
scared of the situation.  "Jesse, I sense no evil or malice in you.
Please, teach the boy a lesson with just your hands."  The leader and his
entourage moved backwards and leaned against the protection fence.  There
were other people now collecting to watch this event.  Jesse moved to one
side and removed his outer skins.  He was left wearing his tight fitting
buckskin pants, skirt and deerskin boots similar to mukluks.  The clothing
he was wearing was very exotic to the tribal people as they had never seen
anything like it before. The leather was skin tight on his muscular chest,
solid legs, firm buttocks and ample package.  The muscles which had been
hidden by the cloak of furs did not go un- noticed by all the women of the
tribe, as well as the young men.  Jesse began to stretch for a moment, and
then stood still, arms crossed and looked directly at Matsi with defiance.

Matsi watched the man as he took his outer clothing off and then stretch
his muscles.  He knew the man was older, but without his jacket, Matsi now
realized this man was very solidly muscular.  He is just a scholar and
knows nothing he thought to himself.

Jesse stood there defiantly watching the young man.  "Are you backing down
now, boy?  You make no moves."

Toolsi didn't understand what he saw Jesse doing by just standing and
waiting for Matsi to attack him.  He looked at Jesse standing there, full
of confidence, and realized he has severely underestimated this man's
abilities.  If he were not a seasoned warrior, he would not be doing what
he was doing.

Matsi ran towards Jesse with his wooden sword held high, screaming the war
cry.  Jesse watched him closely as he came closer, and finally into
striking range.

Toolsi watched Jesse as he quickly moved to the side, and swung behind
Matsi.  Jesse then used his foot to push or kick Matsi in the ass so he
landed face first in the dirt.  He then stood defiantly with his crossed
again.  The crowd laughed at the antics.

The young man on the ground was furious now and got back onto his feet and
ran towards Jesse again.  Jesse didn't move until Matsi swung his sword,
and he bent backwards which allowed the blade to swing by in the air.  When
Jesse straightened up, he slapped Matsi's face with his open palm.  Jesse
then crouched and sprung out of the range of the sword.  Matsi turned and
started to swing the sword back and forth as he moved towards Jesse, his
anger evident on his face.

Jesse blocked the sword arm, moved in and broke the secure grip holding the
sword.  He pivoted and threw the young man over his shoulder.  Matsi landed
on his back, and had the wind knocked out of him.  The crowd was laughing.

Toolsi was laughing as well.  "I was right Jesse, this is not a fair fight
but not in the way I thought."

Jesse smirked at him and said, "Maybe Matsi would like his friends to help
him as he fights like an old blind woman.  His mouth is spending coins his
purse doesn't have."

Toolsi continued to laugh at the comments as he used his hands in gesture
to the young men Matsi had been with to attack Jesse.  Within seconds, the
three additional young men were on the ground next to Matsi after Jesse had
made his moves.

Matsi lost his temper and grabbed a real sword from the rack and charged
Jesse.  Jesse again showed no fear as the young man came at him.  As Matsi
swung the sword, Jesse caught the blade and trapped it between the palms of
hands securely.  He quickly kicked up and out at Matsi's sternum, making
hard contact.  The young man flew backwards and onto the ground again.
Jesse flipped the sword up into the air and caught it by the grip.  He
swung it in a figure eight several times as he screamed the sound of the
Japanese attack cry he had been taught.  He brought the sword down, point
first in between Matsi's legs, cutting the pants open, allowing his penis
to flop out and into view of everyone.  The crowd gasped at his actions.

Jesse pushed the sword deeply into the ground until the hilt rested against
the pelvic bone of the young man.

"Matsi, when you hunt or when you wage battle, never allow your own ego to
be bigger than the animal you are hunting or the person you are fighting.
Very simply, you die if you do." Jesse reached down and grasped Matsi's
cock and balls in his hand, stretching them enough to touch the blade of
the sword.  The young man tensed as he imagined them being sliced off.

"Please, no.  I beg you," cried Matsi.

"Laird, what do you want me to do.  Should I cut this child's balls off, or
allow him to breed more stupid people with this little piece of meat?"

Laird stepped forward and made eye contact with Jesse.  "Since the accident
which made me lame, he has constantly made others laugh at me and reminded
me I was a cripple.  I spent many hours fighting tears, and wanting to run
away from his actions.  But I realized I was damaged in a way all people
could see by my limp and restrictions, but he was damaged in a way no one
could see. He felt better inside when he made me feel badly.  I also
realized if this person made me feel badly, he would leave the woman,
children and other weaker people alone.  If I stood up to him, he would
find someone else who was not strong enough to take it."

Jesse listened to the words.  "Very intuitive, and you are showing very
good scholarly thinking.  Why did you just not stop it by going to the
Chief?"

"Jesse, I could do that but it showed me being weak and Matsi stronger."

Toolsi now spoke, "Laird, if we had spoken we could have solved it.  I need
to make sure people understand it is one thing to make jest of another, but
never to hurt with words intentionally.  We are one tribe, with all
different strengths which make us very strong together."

Jesse leaned over to look into Matsi's terror filled eyes.  "I hold your
manhood boy, I can cut it off and you die with no children, no one to
remember you."

"Please, mercy," he begged.

"Laird, what is your desire?" asked Jesse.

"Let him go, Jesse.  He does have the potential to be a great warier
someday," said Laird.

Jesse gently manipulated the skin of Matsi's stretched ball sac gently over
the blade.  The young man took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  "Matsi,
I give your balls back to you, but your life is owed to Laird.  Am I clear
in in this?"

"Yes, yes, Jesse," he stammered. Jesse let them go, and the young man
crabwalked backwards and sat, both hands griping his groin.

Jesse stood up, and pulled the sword out of the ground.  He gently placed
it back onto the rack which Matsi had removed it from.  He noticed a longer
and thinner sword similar to ones he had trained with and picked it up.

There were several thick rails and practice mannequins set up in the area.
Jesse looked at Matsi, Laird and Toolsi as he spoke, "You underestimated me
by my size."

Jesse quickly demonstrated his sword use, kicks and strength by destroying
the mannequins and splitting rails with nothing more than his feet and
hands.  The crowd gasped at his demonstration.  He bowed to them.

"I wish you could stay and teach us how you fight," said Toolsi as he
approached Jesse.

"I don't know if I can, I would have to speak with Liam," said Jesse.

Jesse had no sooner said the name of his friend when he heard Liam's voice,
"It is a baby girl, Jesse."  He turned and embraced the medicine man.

"Liam, may I ask you to look at a young man's leg.  He has an injury which
slows him down," asked Jesse.

"Of course I can, Jesse.  Where is he?" replied Liam.  Jesse waved to Laird
to come towards them and sit on a bench nearby.  Laird did so and waited.

Liam moved behind the young man and grasped his shoulders.  "Jesse, we can
fix his leg and he becomes just another hunter/warrior, or his leg can
remain as it is and he can be a medicine man, one that this village needs."

"Not both, Liam?" asked Jesse.

"No, it's a choice, Jesse.  We can't fix everything, but if we choose well,
the things we didn't fix won't matter compared to the ones we do."

Jesse looked at Liam.  "This is my lesson, isn't it?  We need to look at
the big picture every time, and keep it in sight but we don't have to solve
everything in the picture at once."

Liam smiled and hugged Jesse tightly.  "Yes, my brother.  You are going to
burn out well ahead of your time if you don't learn how to do this.  The
Creator has good things in store for you and Zane, and he wanted you to
learn the lesson of we cannot take on everyone else's problems all the
time.  We need to determine what needs to be solved, and what needs to be
empowered and that is your lesson, my brother."

"How do you make him a medicine man, Liam?" asked Jesse.

Liam stood back, "Just watch.  You think your demonstration was cool, watch
this."

Jesse leaned over and whispered, "That's not fair little brother.  I did
the best I could with what I had."

Liam laughed.  Laird was still sitting and trying to follow their
conversation but they had switched to a language he didn't understand.

Liam stood behind Laird again and called out, "Toolsi, do you accept Laird
as your Medicine Man?  If you do, I will give him the knowledge he needs to
work with your village.  In time, he can train others."

"Liam, it would take years for him to learn the skills, but we would accept
him with open hearts," replied the headman.

Liam raised both hands towards the sky, palms up and asked, "Creator, does
this young man deserve the honour of serving you and treating the illnesses
of others?"

The sky was clear above them, but a large crack of thunder was heard.  The
entire village froze in their movements and all those at the end with Liam
were staring at him.  "It shall be done," replied Liam as another crack of
thunder was heard.  As Liam brought his face back down to look at the
people, they gasped while falling to their knees.  They saw his eyes were
glowing the brightest white they had ever seen.  Liam placed a hand on
Laird's shoulders, and the young man sat up straight.  Liam's body began to
glow brightly, and the people noticed Laird's body had begun to glow as
well.  Soon, both of the men were of equal intensity, and then the glow
dimmed to nothing.  Liam released the shoulders of the young man who stood,
turned and kneeled in front of Liam.

"Stand, all of you.  You need not kneel to me," said Liam.

"Are you not Gods?" asked Toolsi.

"No, we are just messengers of the Creator, and do his bidding," replied
Liam.  "You have the knowledge of a medicine man now Laird, and a bit
extra."

"Liam, I understand all the medicines and treatments you have given me.  I
also now understand it is not so much where you came from as when you came
from."

Jesse blurted out, "Oops, Liam."

"Jesse," started Laird, "I believe what Liam would do at this moment is
this..." as he stuck his tongue out at him.  Jesse roared with laughter as
did Liam.

"You said it brother, oops," said Liam laughing.  "Jesse, I also fixed his
leg just for you, older brother."

Jesse smiled at Liam and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

"It is time for us to continue our journey," said Liam.

Toolsi moved forward and took his sword off his belt.  He gently kneeled on
one knee, lowered his head and shoulders and raised his hands upwards.
Using both hands, palm up he offered it to Jesse as a gift.  "For returning
status to my son Laird, I give this as gift to you."

"I cannot accept your sword Toolsi, when your thanks are enough," replied
Jesse.

"You have given us a gift, I must give you one in return although I could
never match the value," replied Toolsi.

"Jesse, it is so," said Liam quietly.

Jesse took it into his hands, nodded his head and pulled it in tight to his
body.  "I will always remember your village with fondness, Toolsi."

"Peace be with you all," said Liam.

Before anyone could say anything, Jesse and Liam changed into large eagles,
and they took to the sky.  Both of the eagles screeched as they circled the
village, and then disappeared into the horizon.

Toolsi stepped forward and clasped his son's shoulder with his big hand.
"Are you really full of knowledge now, Laird?"

"I am father, and some of it I don't understand."

"What do you mean?" asked the headman.

"I do not understand, but I need to say... who was that masked man?"

Jesse came out his trance to find Liam still seated with him, but feeding
the fire.  "Here's a cup of tea for you Jesse, take a deep drink and
sleep."

"Liam, it was an incredible experience and so real" said Jesse as he took a
sip of tea.

"Jesse, if you look at the heels of your hands, you will see some marks
resulting from you hitting the wood to break it.  The sword on the ground
is also an indication."

Jesse looked and noticed a couple of red abrasions, and the skin appearing
to be slightly pink. He touched the sword on the ground, almost afraid of
it burning him.  "It was real?"

The last word Jesse heard was, "Sleep."

Liam caught him, laid him down and covered him with a blanket before
disappearing into the dark.

***************************************** Mark & Conner

Conner was meditating in front of his fire, holding the hand of his
boyfriend Mark who was doing the same to his right.  The two of them had
asked to be together because of their limited experience in the wilds of
nature, and Grandfather had nodded his head in agreement.

The two of them were having a vision, of them running through a field of
long grasses.  Mark was a coyote, and Conner was in the spirit of a fox.
The two of them were chasing the ptarmigan from the grasses and into the
air, jumping at them in mid-air.  Every time their jaws clamped shut, they
just missed the tail feathers on each of the birds.  When the two boys
couldn't find any birds to chase, they chased and wrestled with each other.
Mark's spirit was an average sized coyote, while Conner as fox would be
considered very large.  Together, they actually appeared to be both coyotes
and possibly even litter mates as their colouring was almost identical.
The two animals played for hours until they were both tired out, lying on
the sand next to a slow moving river.

As they were laying there, the two animals became Conner and Mark.  No
sooner when they had become human again, they sought each other's hand to
hold as well lips to kiss.  Neither had any clothing on.

Mark rolled Conner over so he ended up on top of the young man.  Looking
into Conner's hazel eyes Mark said, "Conner, I have never been so happy to
be with someone before.  I..." he stuttered for a moment.  "I need to tell
you I have never felt like this with anyone before, and I want to tell
you... I love you, Conner," he said with water in his eyes.

Conner was stunned, but a large smile erupted on his face.  "Mark, I've
wanted to say that to you for a while now, but I was so scared."

"Why would anyone ever be scared to say they love someone?"

"You mean like the way you were just stuttering to me as you said it?"

Mark thought for a second before saying, "You're right.  I was afraid too.
I was afraid you didn't love me and our friendship would be destroyed."

Conner rolled and Mark was now pinned under him.  "I felt the same way.
I've never had a best friend like you before, and I was afraid if I said I
loved you, you would leave me."

"Do you think we're normal?"

"Well, we're both naked on the shores of a river after having been a coyote
and fox all day.  We are members of a new family of guys who all have
spirit guides and talk with them, the Creator himself drops in talks with
all of us at times.  WHAT THE FUCK IS NOT NORMAL ABOUT THAT?"

The two young men began to laugh until neither could breathe.  In time, the
laughing stopped.  The two young men were lying on the sand staring at the
sky, holding hands and their heads together.

"Mark, I don't know what I would do without you.  I just think about how we
met..."

"I here ya Conner, I almost feel separation anxiety when we are not
together.  I am so happy our paths are together."

"Mark, can I ask you anything?"

"We can always be honest with each other and ask anything."

"Mark, will you make love to me?  I mean......"

"Conner, there is no race for either of us to have anal sex for the first
time. I'm in no hurry, are you?"

"No, I'm not.  I just don't want you to leave me if I don't."

"Conner, I would never do that."  They both laid on the beach for a moment
when Mark said, "I wish Liam were here to talk with.  He answers lots of my
questions."

"I agree.  Liam is so patient with me while I am asking him so many things
about life."

The voice from behind them startled them both.  "I've told you both, if you
call... I will come to you as soon as I can."  Liam looked at the two
astonished faces in front of him.  "Ok, it was quick today because I wasn't
doing much... it won't always be this quick," laughed Liam.

The two young men got up and both wrapped Liam in full body hugs, which
Liam returned with real love for the two younger brothers.

After the hug, the three of them started a small fire, and Liam made tea
for everyone as they made small talk.  Once they all had a small cup of
tea, Liam asked point blank, "So what is on your minds, little brothers?"

"Liam, how do you know when you are in love?"

"Wow, lead off with the hard one, Conner."  He paused for a moment, "There
is an old Celtic Love Test you two can take."

"I'll take it," Mark jumped in.

"Me too," added Conner.

Liam sat with a straight, expressionless facial expression as he asked,
"Mark, are you in love with Conner?"

"Yes, I am with all my heart."

"Conner, are you in love with Mark?"

"Yes, like I have never loved anyone else."

Without any expression on his face, Liam said "You both passed the old
Celtic love test...you're in love."  Liam then allowed a big smile to grow
on his face.

"Shit, he got me, Mark."

"Me too, Conner."

"Boys, it was and wasn't a serious question.  Conner, when you answered,
where did you feel the answer come from?"

Conner thought for a moment, "I felt it start here," he said as he placed a
hand over his heart.  "But then it also came from my head too."

Mark spoke up, "That's the way it was with me too."

"That means your heart feels the love you have for each other, and you have
thought about it too," replied Liam.  "Think about these ideas of what love
is. Does your love feel easy between the two of you?  I mean, you naturally
feel emotional about them?"  Both young men nodded in agreement.

"Ok, I want you guys to experience something.  Sit crossed legged, and hold
your hands out... palms out and against each other's."  He gave them a
moment to adjust their seating.

Liam reached out and grabbed the two wrists closest to him.  He
concentrated and granted Conner and Mark a gift.  Mark was looking through
Conner's eyes, becoming him with all the thoughts and baggage which
accompanied him.  Conner became Mark as well.  They continued to look at
each as they sorted out what was happening to them.  Mark could feel the
lashes from Conner's father as they were delivered to his body and he
started to shake.  Conner experienced the extreme isolation Mark had felt
when he was left alone at home night after night while his father worked.
These feelings of sorrow and pain were quickly replaced by Mark feeling
what Conner thought of him, and the love he had within him.  Mark was
suddenly experiencing the emotional and physical reactions Conner had when
they first kissed.  Conner had done the same thing as he had and that was
to almost have an orgasm as they kissed the very first time.  Mark felt
Conner's heart longing to be with him when he was away, and how he felt
complete when they were even just in the same room together.  Mark realized
Conner wanted to be with him, and it didn't matter where or what they were
going to do, he wanted to be with him. Mark was feeling Conner's body
respond as there were images of them together in his mind.  He suddenly
realized Liam was allowing them to actually feel the emotions they had for
each other, first hand and he knew it was love.  He was looking out of
Conner's eyes at his body.

Conner was looking out of Mark's eyes and coming to the same realization at
the same time Mark was.  Except Conner was recognizing Mark loved him for
who he was and didn't care anything about his past.  As Mark, Conner felt
his body responding to the touch of his boyfriend.  When he looked down, he
could see both of them were hard, their cocks sticking straight out from
their bodies.

"There is no set time for anal penetration guys, if you guys ever choose to
do it at all.  It's up to each person and about communication between the
two of you.  When the time is right, I can have a chat with you both to
help you out," said Liam.

"Love is a gift, and shared between people. The physical act must never be
forced, taken or done without consent.  The physical act is part of the
link between the people who share it.  It will happen when the time is
right... for both of you."

"Thanks, Liam," the two said as they hugged him again.

"You two are so cute together, now stand up and give each other a good
hug," directed Liam.

The two young men hugged.

"That's not a hug, a real hug."

The two young men hugged tightly, now aware of their erect cocks rubbing
between their bodies.

"Now kiss guys, like you mean it and not like you are kissing your really
ugly, old aunt."  The two young men began gently to kiss each other as Liam
dissolved into air. The two young men turned as he disappeared and both
said thank you.  The two young men laid on the fur by the fire, Mark
spooned behind Conner and held him tightly.  Before they both fell asleep,
they made a couple of promises to each other.  The first promise was to
never go to bed mad at each other, and the second promise was to always say
to the other "I love you" before they went to sleep.


***************************************** Patrick

Patrick was sitting with his back against a rock escarpment and a fire
burning at his feet.  He had been up and pacing back and forth along the
edge of the drop off... creating a path of many foot prints in the dust.
The young man was lonely, missing Tyler and Troy and the rest of the
guys. He was also scared because of where he was... alone, in an unfamiliar
area, and in the dark.

The big furry head of Max nudged him playfully.  Patrick immediately hugged
his big, furry friend Misiminôs, the sacred lynx.  The psychic link
between the young man and his spirit guide needed no spoken words to
communicate.

"Max, I am so happy you're here."

"Tadkia, I am never far from you.  I am you and you are me.  You are my
human, Fast Runner."  Patrick held him tightly against his chest while
rubbing the big cat's head.

A second voice was heard, and Patrick immediately knew he was as safe now
as he could ever be.

"Tadika, we are never far from you... you are our little human."

Patrick chuckled as the big porcupine waddled closer to him.  The young man
carefully reached out and stroked the animal's quills from head to his
hips.

"Kâkwa, I am happy you are here too but it is young human, not little,"
replied Patrick.

"I shall have to speak further with the wolves about their term, but Tyler
and Troy were quite clear about you being their little human."

Patrick smiled, "Probably meant little brother."

"Tadika, in the old language of the originals, human and brother are the
same word," replied the porcupine.

The young man used his finger to scratch the chin and throat of the quilled
animal.  "I understand, thank you for teaching me a new word, Kâkwa."

The lynx moved over to lay down with his head on his human's lap.  "Tadika,
we need to continue your lessons.  The attack of the Wendigo, who posed as
your father, has hurt you little human.  We would like to speak of your
father with you, so you know the truth."

Patrick started to say something, but he was cut off by Kâkwa, "Don't
forget we are linked, and we know your questions before you ask because we
hear your thoughts.  The Wendigo is a terrible creature who attempts to
take possession of vulnerable people and lure them into evil activities.
It learns of spirits who have weaknesses or vulnerable spirits and pretends
to meet their needs. The evil leads the spirit into theft, hate, suspicion,
murder, lust, and finally it teaches the act of cannibalism. The Wendigo
possess and becomes the human it has enticed into its ways, and gains
strength every time another human is killed... and the heart eaten."

Patrick's mind was blank as he processed the information.

Misiminôs continued the conversation, "You have nothing to fear from the
Wendigo, Patrick.  He is no match for our power... you are safe.  You are
our human."

"Thank you both," the young man replied.

The porcupine sat up on his back legs and faced Patrick.  "Your father was
not an evil man, Patrick.  Although he is walking the next world, he was
never evil.  Your father was a traveler, and a member of the group of
people who held the original knowledge.  He never knew what he had within
him, but he did love both you and your mother.  He believed in chemical use
to travel, instead of the traditional ways.  He ran away from the people
who could have taught him the traditional ways, and turned his back on his
spirit guides."

"Too many are taken by the shadows when they under the influence of drug
and alcohol," added Misiminôs.  "He was confused about many things in
his life, Patrick, some of which you are confused about as well."

Patrick looked at his spirit guides.  "I have always thought or known my
father was dead..."

"Patrick," said Misiminôs, "he is in the next world, and free of what he
considered his flaws and pain while in the human form.  He avoided making
the final decision in a couple of aspects in his life.  The term dead is
not correct."

Patrick looked at his spirit guides again, "May I speak with him?"

Kâkwa answered this time, "When the time is right Patrick, you may speak
with him.  You must complete your journey first."

The young man thought for a moment, "I would like that, would you come with
me when I meet him?"

Both of the spirit guides answered, "Of course we would be with you,
Patrick."

"Do not ever forget little human, he loved you and your mother," stated
Kâkwa.

Misiminôs sat up on his haunches, and looked at Patrick, "We also need
to discuss your destiny."

"My destiny?"

"Your destiny, Patrick" replied the cat.  "We know of your long time
dilemma of deciding who you are.  You are the way you are made... perfect
in every way. It is the same questions your father wrestled with in his
life."

The young man looked down at the ground and used his finger to make shapes
in the dust.

The porcupine tilted his head sideways and spoke, "Patrick, we are you and
you are us.  We know what you are thinking, and what you don't believe and
deny.  To us, It is like saying you have no leg.  You are Patrick, our
little human no matter what you are."

Patrick looked at the two animals for a couple of long moments before
speaking to them.  "I appreciate your words, both of you.  But, I must know
for sure what I am."

"Little human, no matter what you are... you were made by the Creator.  We
believe in you to accept the truth," said the porcupine. "The truth will
heal the injured heart you hide so well."

"But I can't be," Patrick blurted out. "They are different, not right, even
in psychology class they talked about it as being a choice, learned or even
in the past called a mental illness."

Max reached up and put a huge paw on Patrick's shoulder.  "Patrick, you are
our human and we are devoted to you.  Your friends love you, and you love
them too.  The Creator made you, just love whoever you are drawn to... the
gender doesn't matter.  Love is the gift, and that gift is sacred."

Patrick started to cry, "But my mother will be so disappointed in me..."

Max rubbed his head against Patrick's head, "You need to open your heart
and feel the emotions that you are running from."

"But I can't, Max.  The one I feel an attachment to... it's not right, it
can't be.  If I try to date more girls, it will happen."

"Patrick, look into your heart and understand it is not a choice, or
something you learn.  It is the way you were made and it is nothing to be
ashamed of," said Max. "Have respect, and pride in yourself. You are the
way you were created."

"But if I love someone like that, they will run away and leave me... like
my father did."

Kâkwa's eyes glowed brilliant white for a moment, and when they returned
to normal Jared was seated across the fire from Patrick.

The young man jumped.  "Shit, I'm sorry, Jared - you startled me."

"It is I who is sorry. I should have been less abrupt in joining you at the
fire.  Kâkwa and Misiminôs both summoned me, Patrick.  They are
concerned about you, little brother."

Patrick settled down and smiled at Jared.  "I know, they have been trying
to help me, but I'm so confused."

"I know you are little brother, and the confusion is not what is our
concern is about.  It's the growing frustration and self-directed anger
building within you."

"Jared, I wish someone would just tell me if I am gay, bi or straight," the
young man said as tears began to escape his eyes.

"Patrick, its not something someone can tell you, little brother.  You are
what you are.  You need to understand that you have been accepted into our
family as a brother... and you have our protection on top of Kâkwa and
Misiminôs.  We love our little brother, and we will always love our
little brother no matter what he finally accepts as his sexuality.  We will
love you as gay, heterosexual, bisexual, pansexual or as a transgender,
queer or two-spirit.  We are your brothers and we stand with you as a
family. We have you surrounded with love, and any one of us would make the
ultimate sacrifice to protect you.  You are not alone in your life, and you
will never be abandoned by us.  We love you little brother... no matter
what you are."

"You have to tell me what I am, Jared," yelled Patrick.  "I can't do it
myself, you are the one of the most powerful medicine men... tell me,
please tell me."

Jared stood and motioned for Patrick to join him.  The young man moved
quickly into Jared's arms, almost knocking him backwards.  As soon as
Patrick was in Jared's arms, he began to cry as he held his older brother
tightly.  In return, Jared held the young man just as tight.  Kâkwa and
Misiminôs were on each side of the two men, standing guard while they
embraced.

A few moments later, Patrick regained his composure but remained holding
onto Jared.  "Jared, you told me you can't lie and would never lie to me."

"That is true, Patrick.  I will never lie to you as would none of your
brothers.  Neither Kâkwa or Misiminôs are able to lie to you either,
little brother."

Patrick moved backwards, his hands grasping Jared's biceps tightly as he
looked into Jared's eyes.  "Would you swear to me something, Jared?"

"If I can do it, I will swear it, Patrick."

"I have no right to ask you..."

Jared's eyes turned brilliant white, and he gently kneeled down in front of
the young man.  As he spoke, the ground shook with vibration. "Patrick, I
swear as the Sacred Medicine Man of the People, as Grandson of Running Elk,
the Most Sacred Medicine Man of the People, and I swear as the living
spirit of the bear.  I swear to you that you will never be alone,
regardless of what you are.  I swear we will love you as a brother
regardless.  I swear you will always be welcome in our homes or to be with
us as our little brother.  I also swear that we will never abandon you."
Jared then released Patrick, and took out his hunting knife.  He sliced his
palm and allowed the blood to fall onto the ground and pool.

Jared looked skyward and said, "Patrick, I swear on my blood that I will do
as I say or I will accept whatever judgement the Creator passes on me for
the failure... including death."  Jared looked down, and placed his uncut
hand over the liquid blood.  When he removed his hand, the blood had been
turned into a piece of beautiful red Jasper stone.  He picked it up and
offered it to Patrick on the palm of his hand.

"Patrick, this rock is my bond to you.  It is my blood combined with mother
earth and grandfather rock.  It gives you my power against things which may
cloud your judgement, or protects you from something which is not good for
you.  It eases your emotional stress so you may make the best decision
possible.  It also gives you the power to speak out and assert your
personal independence.  The Jasper rock also removes your fear of the
night, and it balances your body energy.  Finally, it provides balance in
your emotional energy so you may think, and not react without clear
thought."

Patrick reached out with a shaking hand and took it and quickly put it into
his medicine pouch.  The rock began to glow through the leather of the
pouch and soon spread throughout Patrick's body until he was entirely red.
After one pulse of intense red light, the glow was absorbed into Patrick's
heart.  The young man stumbled, and Jared caught him. A moment later,
Patrick stood up straight.

"I now understand what you have been saying Jared, and I thank you for the
gift."  He lowered his head and continued, "You have honored me with more
than I was owed or even deserved.  I thank you, and already feel the
strength of your gift."

"Patrick, you do not need to tell us anything until you are ready.  This
spirit quest was to help you gain direction in your search so you could
move forward on your path of life, regardless of the direction, but always
with our love.

"I thank you for that Jared, and I already feel relieved knowing what you
said is true."

"One step at a time little brother, and you have taken the first step to
understanding who Patrick is."

The young man embraced his older brother tightly.  Jared's eye's flashed as
he said, "Sleep."  He caught the young man and gently carried him to his
sleeping bag.  When Patrick was laying flat, Jared placed his hand over the
young man's medicine pouch.  "Sacred gemstone, guide this young man to that
which he needs."

Jared stood and turned to Kâkwa and Misiminôs, "Please protect our
little brother tonight.  He is going to be needed soon as one of the
chosen, after he has resolved his two spirit."

The porcupine and lynx both assumed guarding positions nearby, protecting
their human as Jared disappeared.

********************************

Thank you to Scott for editing.