There is a saying that goes, "Don't believe anything you hear and only half of what you see." If it is hard to trust the senses that we so commonly rely on, how difficult is it to trust the senses that perceive the "unseen" - the things that are of the spiritual realm... abstract ideas and concepts? Trust can be difficult and there are many emotions that work against it. How do you know to trust? What do you trust? Who do you trust?

There is a saying that goes, "Don't believe anything you hear and only half of what you see." Is there wisdom in this? Perhaps! While a person might speak with complete honesty, it doesn't mean that he speaks the truth. It is pretty widely accepted that the eye can be fooled into accepting something as true when it isn't. So if it is hard to trust the senses that we so commonly rely on, how difficult is it to trust the senses that perceive the "unseen" - the things that are of the spiritual realm, those abstract ideas and concepts?

Trust is a difficult thing for many people and there are many emotions that work against it such as fear, anger, doubt, jealousy and hatred. Not only are these capable of eroding trust, they are capable of swallowing up and devouring people.

For the Spirit Dancer, trust is a necessity. He dances with others around a fire, blindfolded. He trusts in his knowledge of the dance. He trusts in the other dancers. They never fall into the fire or collide with each other, but it is those emotions that work against trust and that can devour us that move us off track and remind of a story...

* The Monster Story *

In a village of the people, a time had come upon the land that was very difficult. People were going to the river for water never to return. It was said they were being swallowed by monsters who lived at the river.

It was in this time that a young man went to his grandparents' lodge and found his grandmother crying. The young man asked, "Why are you crying, grandmother?"

Drying her eyes, she looked up at her grandson and replied, "The people need water because they are dying without it, but no one can go to the river because of the monsters."

Indeed the young man knew that many of his relatives had gone to the river never to return. He said to his grandmother, "But if no one goes to the river, we will not have water and we will all surely die."

"Yes," the grandmother said, 'that is our problem."

The young man left wondering what to do. He knew that people were going to the river and never returning, yet he knew death would certainly take them if they did nothing. He decided it was better to die trying than to do nothing.

The next day he went back to his grandparents' lodge and told them of his decision to go to the the river. He said, "The people are dying and they must have water. I must at least try to go to the river."

His grandmother took a pouch from her side and handed it to her grandson saying, "In this pouch is a flint and steel, and at least you will have fire."

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