Blood moon babies are believed to be special in our culture. They're supposed to grow up and become healers, priests or priestesses, shamans, animal whisperers, hunters, or gifted oracles of some sort.
As a first born to my parents on one blood moon evening on September 6, 1979, it certainly made things interesting to both my parents and me. My father treated me like a boy when I was young, showing me all the ways of life he should be teaching a son. He thought me how to hunt with dogs, to track even when leaves covered everything, to make traps in the forest for anything that walks, to trap birds flying in the air, to fish with arrows and bare hands, to identify deadly plants and healing trees, and so many things that are just memories to me now.
He probably was trying to figure out my gifts then because he wasn't sure what I'd become. I was given wild snakes, turtles, wild birds, monkeys, and even bats for pets which I loved and cared for but they all died anyway. So I guess that's why he gave up and sent me to school instead.
I showed some signs at a young age but I guess I was too affected by my love of comfort and technology that nothing transpired. Still, some of my nights are haunted with dreams that often come true, some trivial, some omens, some happy events, other travels, but often related to my family and friends