John Wisdomkeeper


Twenty years ago on New Years Eve, I found myself, broke and broken, alone and freezing under a tree in Northern British Columbia, wearing nothing but a faded jean jacket.  My body shook and my brain burned from years of drinking and doing drugs.  “Help me, Grandfather” I cried through frozen lips.

“Go now into the dream time,” Grandfather spoke into my mind.  “Your answers will come from the spirit world.”  I slept then, and in the night the animals from the forest took me with them into the great forest and showed me a journey that I would soon be taking. 

The above comes from the story of my personal journey included in The WisdomKeeper Collection and published in their entirety in Metis Travels on the Red Road.

 



 

 


 

The Wisdomkeeper Collection


I was taken from my mother at birth and adopted by a white family. I didn’t find out until I was in my teens that I was from the north country of British Columbia, descended from the Sekani Nation (which means "mountain people") The Sekani are medicine healers, This collection is dedicated to all the travelers I met as I traveled the pathways of both the dark and the red road.


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