I once told a friend that I am fearless. Her father was dying, and our conversation naturally turned to that of death and what lay beyond. I told her I was fearless because the spirits of my ancestor's are watching over me. They will protect and guide me. Because we are family and clan members, they will be there to help me through anything. The spirits of the past, of people who lived in a different country, in a different time, people who I've never once seen, people who never looked upon me, never knew me, when they were alive. I know they are watching over me. I could almost see and feel them. From somewhere bagpipes are playing. They are behind me in military formations with swords and spears at the ready. They move around me, encircling me, making a protective barrier. There they stay waiting for my signal, waiting for someone to challenge them. I...
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