This poem was written in downtown San Diego near Horton Plaza after meeting a monk of the Baha’i faith.

This poem describes the inner experience and struggle I had after recently meeting an absolutely amazing shamanic man.

The devil confronts a young Shaman and his family. A deal is proposed – the devil wants a sacred item they possess, but the Indians know better than to make a deal with the devil.

A personal journey by a shaman.

A chance meeting, and a strange outcome.

The Jehovah’s came calling…

A recent experience.

Some days I walk outside and I am amazed at how wonderful life can sometimes be. It is then I can count my blessings much easier.