And When I Breathed, My Breath Was

Everything The Power Of The World Does Is Done In A Circle.

The Holy Land Is Everywhere.

It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes That They Get Lost.

Perhaps You Have Noticed That Even In The Very Lightest Breeze You Can Hear The Voice Of The Cottonwood Tree; This We Understand Is Its Prayer To The Great Spirit, For Not Only Men, But All Things And All Beings Pray To Him Continually In Differing Ways.

To Use The Power Of The Bison, I Had To Perform That Part Of My Vision For The People To See.