: About Me

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I was raised Native American, by my mother, a wonderful Medicine women. I came into this world with all of my gifts full blown. I use them to help others where creator sends me to help. I have traveled all over the world to do this.

I have four beautiful, brilliant children and three fabulous grand children. I raised my children on my own as well as helped raise, for a time two of my three grand children.

I live with my life mate in Arizona. I still study my plant medicine as well as write articles, blogs, short stories, and poetry.

I was taught by my mother to be true to myself and always look within for the answers I seek. I have been called by creator to help others in healing, as well as protection when it has been needed.

I use the lessons life has taught me in my writings. As well as things my mother taught me in my youth. My mother took me with her when she went to the village people to do her medicine work. I learned much at her hands. I would run with the animals in the woods that most would run in fear of.

I feel we are forever learning in life and we all have much to teach one another.

Aho~ Michael Jennings aka The Quail

My passion is ...

Walking with Spirit, My Family,Healing, Plant Medicine, Working with energy, Helping others where Spirit leads me too.

I know too much about ...

About nothing as we are always moving forward and always learning.

My parents always told me ...

My mother told me if I was to start writing people would read it. And that I have always known why creator sent me here.

My childhood ambition ...

Counting coue on Billy Two Feathers and some of the other Elders of our tribe

My favorite memory ...

The time I spent on my mountain and in the crystal caves;learning how to control my gifts.

Why I write ...

Because I can

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I watch the animals and the two leggeds around me. I listen to what the wind tells me and all of creators wonderful animals.

My first job ...

Working as a lumberjack in Canada only we called it the 'Bush'

My best moment ...

The birth of my children

My inspiration ...

My mother

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal

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The Lesson The devil came to town one night; Around an around my cabin, He did dance. Searching with roving eyes, He screamed in the pale moonlight. Take warning my young friend, For it's for sure I've come. Listen for whom the bells now toll; Give on to me your immortal soul. Only then my quest shall end. Gazing back with angry eyes, I met his grim son glare; While dancing and taunting, His crimson silhouette drew near. Reaching for my tattered book, I held it oh so high; From within the worn pages, I began to read from the verses found inside. He then took him to a mountain, He offered h...

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