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The feathers fell softly down his long, straight brown hair. His war paint burns in my mind. Holding a spear and a blue jay at his side, he spoke: "I am the skeleton in your closet: I am the drip that never leaves your faucet: I am the jackal that feeds on your garbage: I am the scarecrow that guards my people’s harvest: I am the fox protecting his family: I am the wolf in the shadows that you never see: I am the coyote that tricks you into self pain: I am the hole in your umbrella that shows you the rain." He disappeared, then the prophets’ words and I became one, and the blue jay flew into me and we became one. As I woke from my vision, I had a new purpose. I found that my spirit had transformed from larvae and my wings broke through the cocoon as light shined on my wings for the first time, opening my eyes forever.