Well, it’s been a few weeks since I’ll been able resume my duties. First as much I as hate talking like this I have to say I’m sorry for being absence these few months. The Scared Red Road has passed on to me a lot of pits, boulders and at some points cliffs, to combat with.

To be honest I was not feeling the pull of the Great Old Ones to bring forth words that inspire the warmth of joy or even the draw of honor-bound combat. The Red Road for me has lead this week to an inspired of what those less spiritual then me would call writers block. I was hoping to let my followers know all is well and the light and glory of the divine will be all that was needed. Well this might not be as strong as needed; it is what the Old Ones are pulling my spirit to say today.

Last week, a student of mine came to me and he seemed to have a lot on his soul and was in serious need of council. Normally when this happens I feel prepared, to be honest I’m only that confident because I almost instantly think of my Father, "Pops" to me. But this time I let the spirits control my thoughts and let those that walked The Great Red Road before us guide me.

Finally when Mother Earth set the mood for this young man to needed to confide in me to let me know what was on his soul so heavily. In his life’s path the bumps and bounds had taken some turns that were hard to handle. He was wanting to be useful to his tribe and it was not likely that his words, feelings or cries to the spirits would go on wanted.

You see my friend is a believer of the Circle of Life and Scared Path. His faith in shamanism was not as strong as one might hope but I know that the spirits would guide him and soon his road would be clear to him, my concern was not in his faith but in his problem.

His "tribe" was in need of healing both physical and spiritual. There was need for guidance of faith and a balance of spirit. He wanted to add to the healing and hope, but his faith and beliefs made him feel more like an outsider then the distance that was already there.

I as pondered, the weight that was obviously on this man’s heart; I tried my best to lift his spirits with joke and companionship…. OK I’ll admit I picked on and teased him but what would life be if I did not do that. As much as I would like to admit my reasons for the ribbing were purely meant to be helpful, I must admit I think it was more of a stall.

My children, I was not of right spirit when this problem first hit me. I was not sure of myself nor could I find good council in the spirits. I did not want to force onto my friend I feeling of false hope only to not be to sure of it myself. So my answers were not as quick as I would like to think they should be. However, my friends, I hope my answers provide the enlightenment or at least healing that was needed.

"My brother" I said, "on this road we walk, there are times where we must run with our pack, either into battle or just to jump and play. There are times to run as a lone wolf, free and wild. Lastly, there are times when the pack needs your protection either up close and personal or from afar with but a watchful eye and keens senses ready to provide what ever is needed."

"This my friend, works be it your home tribe that lives under your wing, with in close distance, or you loved ones, that be them christen, Jew, and Catholic. If healing, helping or hunting is needed follow the path and your heart to do the best that you can and stand strong in the knowledge that your faith, you belief shall help carry you through."