They Sacrifice


Vision of Sasquatch

I had a dream where I was heading to my friend’s place for dinner. She told me that eight Sasquatch would be there, and I said I thought I knew them.

When I arrived, I saw my niece in her room, tucked away in a corner of a big, open space. Clothes were scattered everywhere, a clear sign of the struggle we all face. Our community is hurting; we are starving and living in poverty. The sadness hangs in the air like a thick fog, weighing down our spirits as we fight against each day.

Outside, I saw the Sasquatch, and to my shock, they were preparing to sacrifice one of their own to feed us. It was a horrifying sight; I watched as they pulled meat from the unfortunate creature. My heart sank at the thought of taking part in this meal, knowing how desperate our situation is.

Then, a young Sasquatch came into the room to play with the kids, bringing a moment of lightness amid our heaviness.

My friend was grateful for the meat and made soup from it. I felt torn about not eating, even with my heart aching for the life that was lost. Surprisingly, the soup was delicious, tasting like tender young moose.

Great Spirit, I pray that I always honor the lives sacrificed to nourish us. Help me remember the struggles of our community and guide me to never be wasteful or careless, especially when so many are in need.

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