NINE TOTEMS, NINE SISTERS, NINE BROTHERS

My dear children,
There will always be nine. The sisters stirring the cauldron, the seven brothers tending the fire. The two muses who watch over them. Each animal has its place, has its elder. All seek to communicate with you. We here on earth, those whom you call your ancestors, are our ancestors two. Earth is going through dramatic changes, and all the animals that come into your lives, whether by written word or by sight, they will let you in on the little secrets survivors will need to know in the coming days. Please keep your hearts and minds open to their techings and their yearnings. We are all in this together. Be well, my dear children. Aho!