They Call Me "Many Irons"
The Iroquois Tribes They Call Me, "Many Irons." I've always been busy and multitasking, and I'm nearly 1/2 Iroquois Native American. When I was first invited to a circle meeting with tribal elders, the Chief looked at me and asked the Native woman who bought me, "who is the blue eyes?" She told him how she'd found me and how I'm connected with them. He looked at me again, carefully up and down, then said to me "welcome my son, you shall be called, " Many Irons ." I was amazed, he made me like family and so appropriately named. They're remarkably intuitive, and wonderful people, being with them is unforgettable. Ever since that circle, and a Peace Pipe puff, I've been learning more about my heritage. It's rather strange because my other side is nearly all British. There was a huge war where my family settled in New Hampshire that ended similarly in many ways to Custer's Last Stand, 200 years earlier. The Natives kill