Life is a garden of forking paths

And I can read palms

your non-dominant hand is your inherited path

your dominant hand is the path you live individually

My lifeline is forked on the left

My poor health line on the left is chained

My destiny line on both hands crosses over my head and heart lines 

There's no health line on my right hand

My major lines, all run long and deep

For I am deeply troubled by my reality

Everyone stresses me out 

Other than myself

The fork of my life is broken on the right hand 

It's rather two parallel lines

and one that crosses them

making one of my many lucky triangles

My mounds are all large and pronounced

I have big fingers

Mercury is my largest mound

The sun or Apollo is my second largest mound

All you had to do

was see your own reality

read your own palm and realize 

you are the native alien reborn

and breathe deep and heavy, like a true pure child

For we were all pure children

You just have to treat yourself like it

Thanks, I guess for telling me to just love like a child

I have two parallel lines twin flames to my lifeline I think they're my dogs

every line is deeper on my right hand or it's not there at all

The fork of change is on my left 

the love I hate to love is on my right

I am confident and fierce

I feel everything deeply 

I was sent from the sun

To heal the Earth with the power of the Mexican sunflower

A man who is colorful like all of the birds and things he loves

Let's have our moments so we can travel together

And do everything in silence because we never needed words

only to move slow slow slower 

in our own silence and company

run to the mountain in the farm with me 

my real twin flames my real family

314 Shiawassee 

I spent six hours trying to find you 

every time I found what I was looking for

six hours of walking, trying to find the Shiawassee trail

I parked in the right lot, but the trail was never marked

The trail didn't exist anymore

Somehow, I knew I needed to find it

I drove trying to find it, but ended up parking back where I started

I found an old map of the trail and walked to the neighborhood trying to find the entrance

I found a quaint graveyard before I found the trail

Me and my dog watched some free range chickens cross the road

I gifted some of my European chocolate as an offering at the graveyard

Because American sucks

After walking the neighborhood trail, we headed back to the car. It had been a long time of walking

When we got back to the car, I saw the corner of the lot we had parked at

Something in my gut told me to go back there, and that might be where the trail was

The lot was right next to a native burial mound as well

It was terrace and fenced off. There was no way it could've been anything else.

When I got to the corner, I could make a very faint trail

Overgrown and you could barely make it 10 feet

My dog wanted to explore, but I told her to stop and come back

It was evident a family of hawks lived there 

Their feathers were everywhere

I set up an offering. I put some half joints down for some spirits that I know are always with me 

They would love my smokes 

We smoke together talked 

I put some of my fancy chocolate down on a large feather with the joints

I sprinkled some Zeolite volcanic ash for them as well 

then I talked to them ask them for help had a chitchat

and when I meditated, I saw the tribe whose land I was on I saw their war I saw their people

I cried with my dog and she saw the same things I saw she was looking in the same directions I was

I found them on accident

I wasn't supposed to be there. I drove eight hours away from home and just wanted to find a trail and go for a nice walk.

After six hours, I had the most profound experience of my life

bless the birds 

When I was leaving, there was a family of what started off is like 15 to 20 hawks swarming the mound and where I had just left the woods right before I left there were at least 30 to 40 and when I decided I was going to leave, they disappeared at the same time

Birds are older and as old as dinosaurs, they will know before you do

the paths fork off for you 

the hawks circle around to find food 

the stray dog leaves because he has to eat 

we bite because we're hungry 

we are normal 

we are mother earth