It was G's birthday and we walked through town shopping for the perfect gift. I had a few ideas but wanted him to chose something that he would really like. He teased me all morning.
"How much are you ready to spend," he giggled, making believe that he was hoping for something extravagant. After a few hours of looking through all kinds of boutiques we decided to stop for burritos at a new, local Mexican restaurant. I waited outside while G gave in the order. It was a beautiful Fall day. It was 14degrees celsius and the trees were garbed in their richess attires: Red, yellow and Monarch orange.
When G sat down besides me I felt more than his presence, someone else stood near us.
"Who's there?" I asked while sipping my smootie and looking into the bag of food.
G looked at me curiously and asked what I was feeling. I explained that I could feel another presence: A man. I told G that he seemed adamant to speak to me and that I was in a fri
Stories about shamanic experiences.