I was brainstorming last night.
Why did some mysterious chief make himself shown to me? It was intriguing. Honestly I do love mysteries, but I’m also lazy. In life I don’t like chasing after things I don’t understand. I prefer to let time reveal the truth. But this seemed like something I was meant to know. It just keeps presenting itself to me.
First the Indian and the single feather. When I asked his name I clearly heard something like Winawee or Winamee. So I couldn’t help but wonder. Is this real? Is there something I’m meant to learn here? Something I’m meant to do, to see, to share, to be. Is this specifically meant for me for some reason?
Of course I googled it. I came upon a Chief Winameg from Ohio. My heart skipped a bit when I saw he had a single feather in his headpiece. I knew he was the one, but I still didn’t understand why or what I was meant to know.
The legend says he was 100 years old when he met with the first European settlers to the area. This little boy and the chief became fast friends. They are both buried beneath an old oak tree. The tree died a few years back. The whole area of Winameg has many ancient Indian burial grounds some dated as far back at 8-15k years ago.
The vision came to me that the tree was purposely killed. That the spirit of the land is weeping for the world and its present condition. That the sacred area is very turmoiled. Maybe the fact that the only other article I found about the area claimed some hauntings were reported there helped solidify the feelings for me. That’s all I have to go by sometimes.
Honestly…..not sure what else to do here. I’ve got no business in Ohio. Seems silly to keep following this. But I did promise the chief that I would help any way he let me know I was needed. So I guess this isn’t up to me anymore. I’m just following the leads here. Bizarre as they may seem.