Dinner at mums

My mother could read my mind.  I am not exaggerating.  She could literally read my thoughts.  But then, when I was older, she had to stop doing it, because I could read hers too.  She was a Matakite, and I suppose I got some of that by virtue of her being my mother, also my father’s father was Matakite too.  So, I suppose it came down both sides. 


My mum, Matakite, Shaman

Some people don’t think I loved my mother, but I did.  It was an angry bitter kind of love because she w...
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