ANCESTOR OF BOUNDARIES




This sign, in conjunction with Tsikara’tanya’ks, Frog, speaks to me of knowing those things that are not good for my spirit and mind. To be aware of my own boundaries and to be more aware of the boundaries of others. It is possible to walk in the world within your own power, and knowing your own power, without imposing that power on others.

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