Wee Wee The Medicine Man

My circumstances take me up to Pemberton on a regular basis. This is a special place. It is almost all First Nations territory. There is a spirit guide who works with the people of his tribe. I am going to have the honour of his company in the coming weeks. Curious to see what he has to say. If it isn't an issue with him I will take photos of his fascinating residence and put them up here.

The smell on that driving job I had back in Ottawa was the material they take out of people when they performed heart surgery on them in this particular hospital in Ottawa. You know when you floss or you go to the dentist and they floss you there is sometimes an odour to the process? Imagine that on a thousand times the scale from the buildup removed from people's hearts. It smells just like plaque. I would almost pass out every time I moved that material. What I thought I was smelling were the aborted fetuses from the abortions they were doing at the same hospital. One of the interns corrected me. I didn't actually ask if the smell was the aborted fetuses from the hospital. I just asked what the smell was in the special pink bags I moved once a week.
Enough dark talk. Life is good in many ways. I'll fill you in on what Wee Wee the Medicine Man has to say about my spiritual circumstances.