Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #1, Fall 2016 | Page 28

The bees called out with their War Cry (which is not a pretty sound!) and
they flew over the head of Ironsides and in a cloud of buzzing black and
screaming in their war song, they charged towards Standing Deer!
“Oh oh!” He cried.
Standing Deer turned and ran. The bees now were enraged as they could
both see and smell him!
The bees, as one, danced between branches and trees seeking revenge. They
flew past a swarm of gnats. One of them asked; “Brother Bees—why do you
go to war?”
One of the bees buzzed around the gnats; “One of the two legged attacked
our nest!”
Well, if you know anything about gnats it is this: they do not argue with
others and they are known to take advantage of things that come their way.
Since they did not want to anger the bees, they too put up their war cry—a
humming buzzy kind of cry—and they too, joined the bees!
Now, Standing Deer ran and ran and he fell down often, tripping over fallen
trees and roots. He fell so often that he was covered with mud and leaves.
Standing Deer ran and ran and ran...he fell in the river; he fell in the sand.
He got up and slipped and fell again, this time into a pile of deer droppings!
He stood up and saw his village...closer and closer with each foot step...both
village and bees...he heard them in his head...louder and louder and louder!
The buzzing louder than his breath and his drumming heart!
Standing Deer yelled out to the men who stood nearby.

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