Spiritual Shamanic Initiation Blog 1

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So I'm journaling about this journey go the the initiation study.  The First question is, why are you here?

I am here and doing this because there's been a calling, a pull on my soul that makes me want to be better.  To do better.  To teach better.  To love better.  It's an easy question to answer but not one to write down.  I'm here because I'm supposed to be.

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