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The Spirits, They Sing Tonight! – Leah Solo

There was an unblemished perfection to being invited into the fire of peace. I knew that if I sat here in my human body, without the protection of my Spirit Warrior and that of my ancestors the outcome would be something different.

‘You are one with me Leah. We are one and the same. There is no me without you and your calling.’

I knew this, it had taken me years to understand it. But now, there was no question in my mind, heart and more importantly in my soul. There was no me without her. And this was why I would protect her with my all.

‘Are you going soft on me?’

I huffed at her. And she just laughed until the wind around us picked up and we were smacked upside the head.

‘You are meant to be her guide, Warrior. This is not helping me teach her.’ #TheGreatWolf snapped at us and we both groaned at the other.

“It’s her, she’s a bad influence.” I tell him, making him narrow his eyes at me.

‘Is she? She wasn’t that way for the century, she stood by my shoulder child.’

I could feel her head growing with the passing moments.

“Did he… was…. That was praise, he  just showered on you!”

I mentally slapped her. “Don’t you dare. We aren’t big softy’s.” She didn’t stop. “Stop! Now! Right now!”

In reality I understood her. #TheGreatWolf didn’t share any form of praise with anyone. In all my time since I opened myself to him, only when I was a child did, he show a softer side. Then I had blocked him and the spirits away, and by the time I open myself back up to him … to them… it was too late. I was thrown in at the deep end. I had no time to learn, to teach the others.

‘The teaching of our people comes from the word of mouth. We tell stories so that our people would learn and teach. But we can only do so, with the one who are willing to learn. Willing to listen, and willing to become the story tells those who are yet to be born.’

He spoken in our old tongue, he spoke to the spirits around the fire and not just me. Tonight, was a night where a number of spirits were readying themselves. It was time when they would turn in their spiritual guidance towards the living.

These were spirits who would be returning back to the world of the living.

Some would become elders in generations to come, others would become warriors of the future, and some of them…. They would be the living who wouldn’t understand their part in this world until they were called upon to become the imprints.

Witnessing the sight before me where all these spirits prayed, sang, and were helped onto this path they were choosing. Not because they were told. This was their calling, it hadn’t come for them when they walked the Earth in their last life, but it was their time to live the life they were meant be a part of.

#TheGreatWolf came to sit beside me as he did often. ‘You have questions.’ He asks.

“I do.” My eyes remained on one spirit that was younger than #Bear.

‘Well? Do I have to guess, or will you tell me?’

Lifting my chin towards the young. “She is on the path to be an imprint; however, she will be reborn on the other side of the world. Her life was cut short before she was on the path of her calling, and this time…. You are sending her to the furthest possible point of the world. Isn’t her time to be tested passed? How is this fair on her.”

He smiles watching the girl sat in the middle of the circle of spirits singing to her to be strong and brave. And she was excited.

Because she knows when she has come to the right place on her path, her warrior will be there. That she will be his guide, and his strength, that she is powerful and important. That without her, there is a soul that will never find the love, the light, and the destiny he is seeking.’

That was a lot to put on those small shoulders.

“And yet she may find him, and she may not find him too?” I asked and he nods his head.

“Then what happens? If they don’t find one another?

He draws a circle in the mist in the air. ‘They will wait until it is their time again. The bond of an imprint and her warrior is made over centuries. They will join, finally. And once they do. They will always find their way to the other.’

He smiled at the girls spirit. ‘The bond is not just pulled out of the air. They have been working toward their soulmate. over time. Now it is their time.’

My eyes followed the opened toward the soul of a warrior. One whose eyes never once left the girl. He was her warrior. He would follower her from one life to another, and another, and another until they became one. ‘The spirits, they sing tonight. Listen to them, feel the stories they share with all.’

 #TheGreatWolf whispers before the wind blows making me close my eyes. The songs of the air as sweet at honey and sage.