William Billy Packer

Darkness fell, revealing a sparkling night sky so beautiful that we decided to sleep out under the stars. At gray dawn, Phyllis woke me with an urgent voice. __ill, Bill,_ she said, __hen I woke up I saw this huge boulder beside me, but it wasn__ there last night. Look! Look!_ she said and pointed next to her. It was the huge buffalo bull! He had come back during the night and lay down beside us to sleep. I was awestruck. I felt so honored, so grateful, so loved. I loved that buffalo with all my heart and soul. I felt like he knew it, and that was why he had come back to sleep with us. But maybe there__ a different reason. Judith Niles, a wise spiritual friend of mine recently told me that the spontaneous melody is __he voice of the soul._ The minute she said it I knew she was right. Now I feel sure that the creatures responded to __he voice of the soul_ amplified through my body. When we human beings finally get it together the natural world is going to respond to us in more wonderful ways than we can ever begin to imagine.