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The Whooping Crane Feather
An encounter with the Divine Mother
I found myself flying through the night sky in a southerly direction. The sky had a strange purple tint to it. I was flying over a desert valley cradled between two mountain ranges. The valley was wild and pristine without any signs of humans.
After flying several miles I spotted a lone wooden building on the valley floor below and I flew down to it. Landing on my feet in the sagebrush in front of the building, I looked around. There was light coming from the curtained windows but outside the building there were no signs of life. There were no vehicles parked at the building, in fact there was no place to park and there were not even any dirt paths leading to the front door. It was like the building had just been plopped down in the middle of the sagebrush.
I sensed a lot of activity inside the building and I walked to the front door. I opened the door and entered. And I stepped into a wild west saloon. But it was not a recreation of a wild west saloon. It actually was one. I found myself in the 1800s in a real old west saloon.
And it was packed. There must have been fifty or sixty people in the building. Aside from two barmaids, everyone else was male. And they were all wearing cowboy hats, some were wearing chaps. Everyone had on cowboy boots, some with spurs…
