Sitting in a dark room late one night the young man slowly closed his eyes and pictured the essence of a ball of light that he could just barely identify through the cracks in time that allowed silence to take place and his mind to decide
if this was actually happening
When Elders and Shamans and Guides showed up, he waited for the whispers that they dropped in his cup to fill him up with hope and luck, for the times to come
Knowing the Soul has the only key
To the imagination of will power that creates passionately through rooted manifestation of thought and gracefully into the hands of Light
The boy had never felt so high
He leaned over and pulled out the spool of wire and an old set of pliers, his Father gave him
and when the glisten of the Danburite caught his young eye, his hands started to seep with excitement and suddenly, as if magically, he saw it

A coil wrapped around the structure of a square wire that was able, to hold a stone perfectly....
Holding on to the vibration of a small wire running loose,
and then,
Straightened
Tightening to the base so it can take the weight of the power of Within,
Strengthing the bond between which resonates out and which resonates in, our heartbeats... the blessing of postive intention from the hands of a friend, while it mends...

The heart of the young man, and thus every friend it is sent.