My Own Firewalk
Furthermore, fire, my soul." This tune musically rehashed again and again to me as the fervor and energy whirled around the others and me. I felt associated with nature, to the Fire walking Canada , and to my soul partners. My exposed feet were shivering from the monstrous measure of energy going through my body. I felt a power vibrating in my muscles and profound inside my being. I had partaken in the structure of the Firewalk Canada and decorating each log with my requests. I touched off the corn oil doused logs and watched a burst jump and dance fifteen feet out of sight. We moved and sang for two hours as the intensity escalated, consuming the wood to its most smoking point. I took part in raking the consuming coals into the formed runway we would stroll across. My hands consumed from the extraordinary intensity ascending from the sizzling wood and the rake handle became hot to my touch. My face was flushed and hot, boiling from the intensity. The entire cycle brough