I watch the One closely this evening as she's followed me. She does, I notice, know very distinct ways. The One and the Council are ritualistic involvement and the One is formidable, and necessary.
She is genetically involved and deals with overlooking the Coming Together. The Council descends Star Nations and early on watch my preparations to work magic interdependently.
It's awesome, I admit to myself, I'm certainly compatible with their nature. At all times there is at least two or three of the Council just circumventing and creating balance. If I step into time, the Council manipulates reality and instantly make offerings. I am contributing freely, to the totality. The thought occurs to me that the One might be an Oracle. However, the psychic rapport is already a 5th World relationship, and Esonknhsendehi still changes. Also, I tell myself, perhaps her metaphysical force, it might open thresholds. True, they had energies that originated in earth. They have even been pleased at the divination form that my ancestry has provided.
I watch the activity of the Council form from my vantage birth as genetically transmitted. I am most impressed by the magical particles of time and by the innumerable pathways that wander among spaced. Small ones maintain first person, but keep holistic family, apparently unique. My ever-present guardians have been reduced to two this evening. I interpret that they are esoteric. One of them is a flame. I watch the individual and find that we are staring at one another with fixed gaze. It becomes an altared consciousness. Who would understand? Someone it becomes in important metaphysical function... Ya'odishiyo. My eyes burn and y spirit calls, and I long to reflect the flame. Throughout, I think, is this ritual?
The Oracle seems to been born to this spiritual calling. This strange sensitive becomes more and more a natural adept, as I watch her. I am reacting to this prophetic role like any other might. The Oracle had found a rare talent very effective in communicating. Of course, she has also discovered that the Guardian Spirits I work with are very successive and were acquired through intensive training. These I have learned to create power with in ritualistic ways. To visualize is a universal prayer, serving the truth, and I must train for important collaborations. So, I utilize my special talent, allowing myself to be guided by the generations. I do so studying, in a trusting fashion, allowing the Oracle to share spiritual responsibility and Ancestral voice.
I now utilize silent communication and interpret human inheritance. The Oracle, still encouraging, follows the night, placing fluency carefully, and covering prophecy with her tests. She builds my fire of observation, and draws logical reasoning around my shoulders. Great One, how adjustment can cause sensation! I have to find full rapport, I think, I'm interpreting vision. I am thoroughly demonstrating the effort to expend genius. Reputation has nearly predicted this moment. Even now, my virtual awareness throbs with every heartbeat. And I must live my beliefs. The path I walk is uncommonly sacred, it is bound to the ways of the Ancients. I realize how fluctuating my role has become, being called to come with the wind, and tap into the spirit realm. I am the flame, and place highly polished obsidian into the vision of responsibility.
At the end of my stimulation, I thread my way back to reality, where Toho'ma raises a conscious eye. I divest myself of prophetic utterances, words of ancient power, and directions of responsibility which I gathered from various gatekeepers. I slide gracefully between history and float with Mo'i.
My relationships with those not of this realm is unique. I know that many people consider Spirit Guides as extensions of themselves. Somehow, perhaps from my own wise grandfather, I had grasped the idea that an awesome partnership of separate connection was more. An extended tradition perpetuates thought.
I have learned more about the Oracle, the memory of the One. She stands on a hill, challenging me.
Challenging me. I discern responsibility. I extend my palms.
It is upward. She is open, like the wind. And I have learned another thing. She recites a prayer, like the mountains.
How do I know this?
I watch.
10/29/07
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sensitivity
I awake to a dream, finding the council sitting around me in the light. Ancient HolyOnes, I think. They make no motion to me, or acknowledgment of my presence. Except for one. That one stares with fixed gaze into the soul of my heart. I am seen in a way that makes me conscious of my disclosure.
My being pulsates liquid waves when I move, but light is the only refracting element. First, I feel loss of equalibrium. Somehow, the lack of gravity in being composed of light can cause veyr physical earth discomfort.
I look around the horizon. To the west is Mauna Kea, clear, visible, snow capped. I decide we are on th Big Island of Hawai'i. Maybe this has to do with the time I recently spent there in Lemurian discussions with Aunty and Papa - na kahuna Kalei'iliahi and Reynolds Kamakawiwoole.
Under the watchful eye of Aunty, Papa, Uncle Kilipaka, Aunty Pahia, this Apache has begun a unique cross traditional training. My heart pounds, but I know to trust and breath. A simple matter when one feels grounded, but harder to remember when enveloped in a dream. I don't think I remember to breath until I jerk into body, the 11 o'clock news on, and Toho'ma sleeping peacefully.
To my amusement, a number of faces followed me into waking state. Or rather, they hang out along my side vision. They move in and out easily, a comfortable game of "see me if you can!" Wait... weren't the roles reversed a moment ago? Perhaps it would be better for us to meet in the crack between dimensions. I touch an energy ripple that shimmers from nowhere. My heart pounds. It doesn't last long. The council members fade when I push the limits of my eyes, but if I focus on the items in our home, they rapidly clear in focus. Even the One. And, aiee, the one still triggers something within me. I decide there will be communication, something dictates this will be.
The revelations received a few weeks ago while we were in Hawai'i have guided me to begin these journalings. To the east in the distance, I can feel the call of the tall pinyon pine, the nurturing force of my ancestral home along the Mogollon Rim of Arizona. In between Hawai'i and Apacheria I can see a bridging, used by ancients. There were legends in our mythology. Is this the information the council has, are they waiting for our next move? I wonder what comes next.
My searching dreams swing to the north, and there I make out a dozen or more seals. Well, we had received a channel through Aunty - after our vision was discussed - where seal, shark, turtle and hawk were gatekeepers for what would unfold. I hadn't been home but a few days before these experiences and dreams began. Surely the three sacred tablet paintings done within five days are linked to all of this. I look to the seals, are they protecting the truth until we can collect it?
Aunty Lena had talked about sharks being trained as guardians for the pearl beds. I have participated in the great snake rituals of my people, so it seemed funny that I was surprised that the otherside of the family woudl attempt something few would dream possible. It's begun. Everywhere I look, the energy of similiarity... and the bridge.
I am being watched over by a council, a different experience than when I meet with my guides and ancestors... yet the same. There is a sense of anxiousness as they wait.
They watch, I am fascinated, as they help me prepare. Images of ceremony - initiations - have played out in my vision eye.
I have been considered an expert ceremonialist, and now I have been gifted another generation. I select the first, to be presented to the relatives, and reasoned how to lay it all out without it being overwhelming. As I begin to outline the Initiation of the Stars, the energy rises and starts as a low hum at the base of my brain. The vibration increases and soon the outline of three days of offering, sharing and caring is complete. Aiee, this is certainly going to be exhilarating! And the council, I note, have chosen to place the assistance and conformation needed in my path when it seems most appropriate. How easy co-creation becomes.
Fascinated, I write and paint as things come. At exactly the proper moment, another piece falls into place. A clear trust, a strong heart, in and out of the dream into vital areas of time... it's happening.
I'm slowing, more deliberate, and focused, charting time. I am pleased. The council can now relay what will be useful during earth and life transition. Never has there been a moment ike this in evolution. The union of interdimensional consciousness creates a superb partnership for creating the future, and it causes us to experience sensitivity.
I, meanwhile, feel that I want to withdraw to dream. My heart is pounding again from the surge of power. I look for ways to self nurture and maintain my physical healthy during these fast changing times. I set aside the judgment of what society sees as a normal life. I've found normal for me was never fitting in a box called by a label.
I am just piecing together the facets of the mysterious puzzle. There are animated conversations in the community, and much wondering and questioning of what I believe to be happening. Humanity is beginning to feel their connection.
Then, the crack will widen, at first vibrating and an uncomfortable place to be, be then in the instant, an ecstatic moment of truth. Gradually, we become more confident, joyfully connecting as we receive what we need to know and access dormant abilities. Some of these abilities, I have known through traditional earth ways of the indigenous. By Grandfather's vision, I muse, I'm fulfilling prophecy. We show them the way to remember the future!
Byt the time the nine initiations have been completed, the earth will have changed and we will be balanced. The council fades from view, out of sight, smiling as they go. I begin to think about retiring. Going to sleep. I usually send out a couple of scout energies before I drift. Sometimes, in the dreamstate, I can help one or two individuals a night. I am tired tonight. I will sleep, and refill sufficiently to start an intensive weekend of community building. I do take care of myself. I remember to walk my talk. Of course, the principles apply to everyone. I follow them for life, and that's an eternal commitment.
I step into all that I can be, and encourage others to join me. Moving easily through each stage is my ever presnt destiny. I realize that I have always been carried forward in this. And Esonknhsendehi reminds my beating heart.
10/11/07
My being pulsates liquid waves when I move, but light is the only refracting element. First, I feel loss of equalibrium. Somehow, the lack of gravity in being composed of light can cause veyr physical earth discomfort.
I look around the horizon. To the west is Mauna Kea, clear, visible, snow capped. I decide we are on th Big Island of Hawai'i. Maybe this has to do with the time I recently spent there in Lemurian discussions with Aunty and Papa - na kahuna Kalei'iliahi and Reynolds Kamakawiwoole.
Under the watchful eye of Aunty, Papa, Uncle Kilipaka, Aunty Pahia, this Apache has begun a unique cross traditional training. My heart pounds, but I know to trust and breath. A simple matter when one feels grounded, but harder to remember when enveloped in a dream. I don't think I remember to breath until I jerk into body, the 11 o'clock news on, and Toho'ma sleeping peacefully.
To my amusement, a number of faces followed me into waking state. Or rather, they hang out along my side vision. They move in and out easily, a comfortable game of "see me if you can!" Wait... weren't the roles reversed a moment ago? Perhaps it would be better for us to meet in the crack between dimensions. I touch an energy ripple that shimmers from nowhere. My heart pounds. It doesn't last long. The council members fade when I push the limits of my eyes, but if I focus on the items in our home, they rapidly clear in focus. Even the One. And, aiee, the one still triggers something within me. I decide there will be communication, something dictates this will be.
The revelations received a few weeks ago while we were in Hawai'i have guided me to begin these journalings. To the east in the distance, I can feel the call of the tall pinyon pine, the nurturing force of my ancestral home along the Mogollon Rim of Arizona. In between Hawai'i and Apacheria I can see a bridging, used by ancients. There were legends in our mythology. Is this the information the council has, are they waiting for our next move? I wonder what comes next.
My searching dreams swing to the north, and there I make out a dozen or more seals. Well, we had received a channel through Aunty - after our vision was discussed - where seal, shark, turtle and hawk were gatekeepers for what would unfold. I hadn't been home but a few days before these experiences and dreams began. Surely the three sacred tablet paintings done within five days are linked to all of this. I look to the seals, are they protecting the truth until we can collect it?
Aunty Lena had talked about sharks being trained as guardians for the pearl beds. I have participated in the great snake rituals of my people, so it seemed funny that I was surprised that the otherside of the family woudl attempt something few would dream possible. It's begun. Everywhere I look, the energy of similiarity... and the bridge.
I am being watched over by a council, a different experience than when I meet with my guides and ancestors... yet the same. There is a sense of anxiousness as they wait.
They watch, I am fascinated, as they help me prepare. Images of ceremony - initiations - have played out in my vision eye.
I have been considered an expert ceremonialist, and now I have been gifted another generation. I select the first, to be presented to the relatives, and reasoned how to lay it all out without it being overwhelming. As I begin to outline the Initiation of the Stars, the energy rises and starts as a low hum at the base of my brain. The vibration increases and soon the outline of three days of offering, sharing and caring is complete. Aiee, this is certainly going to be exhilarating! And the council, I note, have chosen to place the assistance and conformation needed in my path when it seems most appropriate. How easy co-creation becomes.
Fascinated, I write and paint as things come. At exactly the proper moment, another piece falls into place. A clear trust, a strong heart, in and out of the dream into vital areas of time... it's happening.
I'm slowing, more deliberate, and focused, charting time. I am pleased. The council can now relay what will be useful during earth and life transition. Never has there been a moment ike this in evolution. The union of interdimensional consciousness creates a superb partnership for creating the future, and it causes us to experience sensitivity.
I, meanwhile, feel that I want to withdraw to dream. My heart is pounding again from the surge of power. I look for ways to self nurture and maintain my physical healthy during these fast changing times. I set aside the judgment of what society sees as a normal life. I've found normal for me was never fitting in a box called by a label.
I am just piecing together the facets of the mysterious puzzle. There are animated conversations in the community, and much wondering and questioning of what I believe to be happening. Humanity is beginning to feel their connection.
Then, the crack will widen, at first vibrating and an uncomfortable place to be, be then in the instant, an ecstatic moment of truth. Gradually, we become more confident, joyfully connecting as we receive what we need to know and access dormant abilities. Some of these abilities, I have known through traditional earth ways of the indigenous. By Grandfather's vision, I muse, I'm fulfilling prophecy. We show them the way to remember the future!
Byt the time the nine initiations have been completed, the earth will have changed and we will be balanced. The council fades from view, out of sight, smiling as they go. I begin to think about retiring. Going to sleep. I usually send out a couple of scout energies before I drift. Sometimes, in the dreamstate, I can help one or two individuals a night. I am tired tonight. I will sleep, and refill sufficiently to start an intensive weekend of community building. I do take care of myself. I remember to walk my talk. Of course, the principles apply to everyone. I follow them for life, and that's an eternal commitment.
I step into all that I can be, and encourage others to join me. Moving easily through each stage is my ever presnt destiny. I realize that I have always been carried forward in this. And Esonknhsendehi reminds my beating heart.
10/11/07
Friday, November 2, 2007
Assisting
What we do now is extremely reassuring. We allow. This is very pleasing to me, because it strengthens my faith. Humanity is evolving, I dedide finally. Surely we have learned the lessons of polarity.
I settle back to observe... what will happen next? I am pleased with myself, and my good connection. Perhaps some of the others see this time with similiar insight. Now another potential arises. What will we do? Accept?
Surely it's time to call council. We must be deliberate in our preparations. I think. Delberation is not the word. Not now. I find that there is much to be redefined in the human understanding. Who knows how peace might be gained from a common understanding without hidden meaning? Maybe even information that will free the planet. It can bring us together in a unified mind. How useful.
People are feeling the earth changes in their own bodies now. They hold on to the old explanations and with some difficulty, it seems, relax into new understanding. Low vibration as separations comes together, stepping up frequency impulses. The effect is very physical, as we feel what Changing Mother feels. Affirmation from the Circle of Ancients tells me that we are unraveling the mystery of the moment. I am amused, I hear my grandfather's laughter, and Toho'ma sleeps.
Aiee! We live the dream.
A ripple of energy runs through the world consciousness, and at this we notice those formerly unseen for the first time. We posture, try to return to old behaviors and ideas, trying to assume defensiveness. This is momentary, as our good sense returns to us and we fill with wonderment.
Probably those patterns saved lives, for we have come through great struggle. Now, hoever, we hestiate, knowing something has changed. Some look for guidance. I smile. Everyone has relaxed somewhat. It is time to watch.
Apparently satisfied that we are changing, we move unseadily on our path. Life contains energy, and we fill deeply. Then we assimilate, physically exhausted in our realignment. I am somewhat amazed how often we have to be reminded of the natural order of human process. It will take awhile to create a new pattern, a new lifeway. Is it to be supposed that all life forms are in evolutional process? I wonder if the human body will be understood as a mirroring sensor of All Our Relations. And what of earth changes? Do ur feelings create sensations in Esonknhsendehi? The entire truth was once mind boggling.
Grandfather Sun holds a light, and we begin to make preparations. I watch closely as humanity removes the energetic cords of dysfunctional exchange. A long cord, appears to be made of twisted fibers of rainbow light, tethers each of us in space.
Humanity removes the masks created from traumatic experience, and burns them in a heart flame of infinate truth. the heartflame began as a small fire to light our way in times of darkness. I was interested. Not with the experiences, but in the victories. One can see much of a person's truth from their evolution, I think.
My thoughts... interrupted... an energetic surge... call council.
The Council is complete and the heartfire lit. Council must be with herat. Opening discussion? What do we do?
We are concerned about the nature of life. I long ago decided that life afforded us experience and inspriation. Important is the value we derive from earth wisdom. The challenge is to come together in understanding. This might be the time for conscious listening. What would Changing Mother have us know?
We ask innocently. We pause, look around for signs. Energy ripples about us, and I am satisfied, knowing the earth has our attention. Our sense of alienation is being eliminated by simple quantum physics.
There is affirmation. I settle back as discussions begin. I am pleased as others awaken. We abandon the need for fear, we have changed perspective, remembered our truth, and have evolved. It is suspected that individual purpose has brought us into the Fifth World Coming Together, and more is soon to be revealed.
It has been decided that we dream in the night. We go through reality in suspended moments of time, our heroic journey, and re-turning to future wisdoms. I observe the actions of others.
I am quick to volunteer as a guardian. I love to watch others working and spend the ecstasy of the moment providing safe space. Toho'ma and I support many in this way. We move into humanity's guardianship. Now, I observe. I have come to see myself as calm. Above all, I observe.
I squat beside a sun-warmed llama and crinkle my face with the onslaught of velvet baby kisses. Even if I was not a guardian, I would hold this. I am encompassed by wonderment that nature holds as it assists us. A new connection is here.
I settle back to observe... what will happen next? I am pleased with myself, and my good connection. Perhaps some of the others see this time with similiar insight. Now another potential arises. What will we do? Accept?
Surely it's time to call council. We must be deliberate in our preparations. I think. Delberation is not the word. Not now. I find that there is much to be redefined in the human understanding. Who knows how peace might be gained from a common understanding without hidden meaning? Maybe even information that will free the planet. It can bring us together in a unified mind. How useful.
People are feeling the earth changes in their own bodies now. They hold on to the old explanations and with some difficulty, it seems, relax into new understanding. Low vibration as separations comes together, stepping up frequency impulses. The effect is very physical, as we feel what Changing Mother feels. Affirmation from the Circle of Ancients tells me that we are unraveling the mystery of the moment. I am amused, I hear my grandfather's laughter, and Toho'ma sleeps.
Aiee! We live the dream.
A ripple of energy runs through the world consciousness, and at this we notice those formerly unseen for the first time. We posture, try to return to old behaviors and ideas, trying to assume defensiveness. This is momentary, as our good sense returns to us and we fill with wonderment.
Probably those patterns saved lives, for we have come through great struggle. Now, hoever, we hestiate, knowing something has changed. Some look for guidance. I smile. Everyone has relaxed somewhat. It is time to watch.
Apparently satisfied that we are changing, we move unseadily on our path. Life contains energy, and we fill deeply. Then we assimilate, physically exhausted in our realignment. I am somewhat amazed how often we have to be reminded of the natural order of human process. It will take awhile to create a new pattern, a new lifeway. Is it to be supposed that all life forms are in evolutional process? I wonder if the human body will be understood as a mirroring sensor of All Our Relations. And what of earth changes? Do ur feelings create sensations in Esonknhsendehi? The entire truth was once mind boggling.
Grandfather Sun holds a light, and we begin to make preparations. I watch closely as humanity removes the energetic cords of dysfunctional exchange. A long cord, appears to be made of twisted fibers of rainbow light, tethers each of us in space.
Humanity removes the masks created from traumatic experience, and burns them in a heart flame of infinate truth. the heartflame began as a small fire to light our way in times of darkness. I was interested. Not with the experiences, but in the victories. One can see much of a person's truth from their evolution, I think.
My thoughts... interrupted... an energetic surge... call council.
The Council is complete and the heartfire lit. Council must be with herat. Opening discussion? What do we do?
We are concerned about the nature of life. I long ago decided that life afforded us experience and inspriation. Important is the value we derive from earth wisdom. The challenge is to come together in understanding. This might be the time for conscious listening. What would Changing Mother have us know?
We ask innocently. We pause, look around for signs. Energy ripples about us, and I am satisfied, knowing the earth has our attention. Our sense of alienation is being eliminated by simple quantum physics.
There is affirmation. I settle back as discussions begin. I am pleased as others awaken. We abandon the need for fear, we have changed perspective, remembered our truth, and have evolved. It is suspected that individual purpose has brought us into the Fifth World Coming Together, and more is soon to be revealed.
It has been decided that we dream in the night. We go through reality in suspended moments of time, our heroic journey, and re-turning to future wisdoms. I observe the actions of others.
I am quick to volunteer as a guardian. I love to watch others working and spend the ecstasy of the moment providing safe space. Toho'ma and I support many in this way. We move into humanity's guardianship. Now, I observe. I have come to see myself as calm. Above all, I observe.
I squat beside a sun-warmed llama and crinkle my face with the onslaught of velvet baby kisses. Even if I was not a guardian, I would hold this. I am encompassed by wonderment that nature holds as it assists us. A new connection is here.
Balanced Feminine
They sit, perhaps a dozen, in a circle a few paces in diameter around a fire. They are observing, they make contact.
Word reaches the people. They are skilled in bridging realms, for what purpose... it becomes clear. It is prudent to listen. There have been legends foretelling this time. Prophecy fulfilling. We've decided. We can clearly see the threads that hold dimensions of the Web of Life. Yet, this information, we now discover as dreams becoming facts. I can plainly see it. Occasionally it comes as waking vision and looks with large gentle eyes of overlapping dreams or another deja-vu, and then resumes normal vision.
I wonder if they know. Probably. And they certainly have a beautiful intent. Anyone can feel their pride. However, I reason, can they feel mine? Otherwise what is the purpose of connection?
I am an observant woman, and basically a reverant one. I love to laugh. I am a traditional ceremonialist and adept at choreographing energy, and I live my life teaching the ways of earth and evolution that have blessed my life. I care. I know my value, and I respect life. And I have the ability to open the thoughts of possibility.
In another life and another time, I was a seer, a charter of time, a choreographer of ritual. Among the lives, there have been many names, esteemed, adored are all our times. We are agile time travelers. We are always happy to share the results of eternity. In return, we are the benefits of connection, our sense of humanity, and earth wisdom, asked for.
Just now, celebrate sacred initiation. We have the curing of soul sickness pretty well solved. But what of the coming together? The energy lays quiet for a few moments, while we adjust ourselves. We might loose ourselves. But can we loose what is eternal? Still humans wonder. I have no doubt that a life continues, expands and remembers. I have remembered the moment the lightning struck me. I have seen the light enter my head. Should doubt and fear exist in life? Perhaps this is what brought us together.
And then there are the others - the ones around the fire. They rattle. There is a slightly different sound too, a ringing sort of sound that is unfamiliar to many. It must have something to do with the shifting energies on the land. This is the first opportunity to study time. The dimensions of space crest, like waves of water coming together, white light peaks. It is a shiny, and similiar experiend - shiny and similiar.
And we carry the truth. It looks very much like life. Apparent and with greater ease, we study it, being in the moment where we experience, I am sure of it. It's closer to us than a blink, and we move a little to study it's intent and it's purpose. The transition smooths I note, and catches the rays of awakening with brilliant glint. Suddenly we realize a startling fact. The energy from which evolution is made greatly resembles that of our truth.
Now even the circle, I reason, will begin. So it follows that the shining is contrived to be enveloped, for evolution. The same energy must be used for dreaming. For that manner, it is needed in every thing. What next, I let my mind leap into wild memory, it is all happening, from the Circle of Twelve. that's the way it is, the shining moment made to be experienced, and there are threads holding us true. We evolve again, determining truth along the way. I think I see others seeing threads. I'm right, they begin shining, but like seeing it all, alive and a life. I see it. There is courage.
I look again. I am certain. The crest... the medicine. I see far beyond now. I can't quite see all. It appears to grow as I watch. Of course, this is how it is. I am shifting around in an effort to see if the lightning has imprinted me. I am becoming. I move forward and see more clearly.
Right now an event takes place that sends such thoughts out to the directions from my mind as I myself settle into the dream. For the Council gives a long tone, stands, and moves into the fire.
Word reaches the people. They are skilled in bridging realms, for what purpose... it becomes clear. It is prudent to listen. There have been legends foretelling this time. Prophecy fulfilling. We've decided. We can clearly see the threads that hold dimensions of the Web of Life. Yet, this information, we now discover as dreams becoming facts. I can plainly see it. Occasionally it comes as waking vision and looks with large gentle eyes of overlapping dreams or another deja-vu, and then resumes normal vision.
I wonder if they know. Probably. And they certainly have a beautiful intent. Anyone can feel their pride. However, I reason, can they feel mine? Otherwise what is the purpose of connection?
I am an observant woman, and basically a reverant one. I love to laugh. I am a traditional ceremonialist and adept at choreographing energy, and I live my life teaching the ways of earth and evolution that have blessed my life. I care. I know my value, and I respect life. And I have the ability to open the thoughts of possibility.
In another life and another time, I was a seer, a charter of time, a choreographer of ritual. Among the lives, there have been many names, esteemed, adored are all our times. We are agile time travelers. We are always happy to share the results of eternity. In return, we are the benefits of connection, our sense of humanity, and earth wisdom, asked for.
Just now, celebrate sacred initiation. We have the curing of soul sickness pretty well solved. But what of the coming together? The energy lays quiet for a few moments, while we adjust ourselves. We might loose ourselves. But can we loose what is eternal? Still humans wonder. I have no doubt that a life continues, expands and remembers. I have remembered the moment the lightning struck me. I have seen the light enter my head. Should doubt and fear exist in life? Perhaps this is what brought us together.
And then there are the others - the ones around the fire. They rattle. There is a slightly different sound too, a ringing sort of sound that is unfamiliar to many. It must have something to do with the shifting energies on the land. This is the first opportunity to study time. The dimensions of space crest, like waves of water coming together, white light peaks. It is a shiny, and similiar experiend - shiny and similiar.
And we carry the truth. It looks very much like life. Apparent and with greater ease, we study it, being in the moment where we experience, I am sure of it. It's closer to us than a blink, and we move a little to study it's intent and it's purpose. The transition smooths I note, and catches the rays of awakening with brilliant glint. Suddenly we realize a startling fact. The energy from which evolution is made greatly resembles that of our truth.
Now even the circle, I reason, will begin. So it follows that the shining is contrived to be enveloped, for evolution. The same energy must be used for dreaming. For that manner, it is needed in every thing. What next, I let my mind leap into wild memory, it is all happening, from the Circle of Twelve. that's the way it is, the shining moment made to be experienced, and there are threads holding us true. We evolve again, determining truth along the way. I think I see others seeing threads. I'm right, they begin shining, but like seeing it all, alive and a life. I see it. There is courage.
I look again. I am certain. The crest... the medicine. I see far beyond now. I can't quite see all. It appears to grow as I watch. Of course, this is how it is. I am shifting around in an effort to see if the lightning has imprinted me. I am becoming. I move forward and see more clearly.
Right now an event takes place that sends such thoughts out to the directions from my mind as I myself settle into the dream. For the Council gives a long tone, stands, and moves into the fire.
Cycles of Life
I squint my eyes against the sun, and reflect on the experiences that have brought me to fulfilling destiny.
Much of it in the middle years was laced in shadow. It might seem like I'd lost my way. A Guide helped me through that. Young, lonely in the twilight. Sometimes she seemed confused. Sometimes I would see her sleeping in a garden, her head propped up against a tree. She would recognize my presence. This was a dream that was not a dream, but moments of the future remembered.
I realized, of course, that my path had turned to the light when Toho'ma entered my life in waking reality.
With the tremendous support of my housthe - helpmate - life partner - twin flame, I knew Grandfather Ten Bear's prophecies for my life would come to pass.
Grandfather had insisted that I train in all aspects of the Quero Apache Tlish Diyan - Snake Clan. The aging HolyOne had passed his lineage knowledge and the power of his love for life. The venom of the rattlesnake and the strike of the ThunderBeings completed my initiations. An arrowhead necklace - the Arrow of Truth - carried me into guardianship of Esonknhsendehi - Changing Mother earth.
I squirm a little. These days in the sensation of the shifting magnetic earth grid. I pray for humanity to recognize their interconnection with these very physical dynamics of world evolution.
I hear others around me sigh, as they continue to believe in their isolation. They daintly avoid their power. I speak to them lovingly and affirming the truth of their essence.
Grandfather taught me to affirm, or give energy, only to the positive. This action has awakened me perhaps more than any other.
"Unconditional love," he explained, "means no attachment." He loved me without expectation, supporting the positive potential even in my days of darkness.
He was the finest man I have ever met. Healings and HolyWay Rituals of EarthRenewal, with stories into the mysteries of the universe were his magic. Of humanity, Ten Bears, was especially confident. Individually he knew each essence. Ten Bears had ascended in life. He accomplished this by doing the very best that he could in the bonding connection between self and All That Is. In his final act of power, he left his evolutional legacy... a touch of light to instruct and guide.
I am a fortunate woman. I am surrounded by awakening souls, remembering self. I was fortunate enough to be Ten Bear's continuance. A moment of shadow - doubt veiled in illusion - with the outcome beyond my dreams, the 7 World Prophecies.
A pattern develops. Push through a few years. Information is forthcoming, then move surely. It has become obvious to me, as well as to others, that the world shift is upon us. Science has documented this with the reversing magnetic poles, decreasing ozone, increasing tektonic plate movement, volcanic activity and shifting weather patterns. Those who nod and point to spiritual integration do so knowingly. Life requires continued respect and care.
Now we dream, our wildest expectations limited beside the real story that is unfolding.
Much of it in the middle years was laced in shadow. It might seem like I'd lost my way. A Guide helped me through that. Young, lonely in the twilight. Sometimes she seemed confused. Sometimes I would see her sleeping in a garden, her head propped up against a tree. She would recognize my presence. This was a dream that was not a dream, but moments of the future remembered.
I realized, of course, that my path had turned to the light when Toho'ma entered my life in waking reality.
With the tremendous support of my housthe - helpmate - life partner - twin flame, I knew Grandfather Ten Bear's prophecies for my life would come to pass.
Grandfather had insisted that I train in all aspects of the Quero Apache Tlish Diyan - Snake Clan. The aging HolyOne had passed his lineage knowledge and the power of his love for life. The venom of the rattlesnake and the strike of the ThunderBeings completed my initiations. An arrowhead necklace - the Arrow of Truth - carried me into guardianship of Esonknhsendehi - Changing Mother earth.
I squirm a little. These days in the sensation of the shifting magnetic earth grid. I pray for humanity to recognize their interconnection with these very physical dynamics of world evolution.
I hear others around me sigh, as they continue to believe in their isolation. They daintly avoid their power. I speak to them lovingly and affirming the truth of their essence.
Grandfather taught me to affirm, or give energy, only to the positive. This action has awakened me perhaps more than any other.
"Unconditional love," he explained, "means no attachment." He loved me without expectation, supporting the positive potential even in my days of darkness.
He was the finest man I have ever met. Healings and HolyWay Rituals of EarthRenewal, with stories into the mysteries of the universe were his magic. Of humanity, Ten Bears, was especially confident. Individually he knew each essence. Ten Bears had ascended in life. He accomplished this by doing the very best that he could in the bonding connection between self and All That Is. In his final act of power, he left his evolutional legacy... a touch of light to instruct and guide.
I am a fortunate woman. I am surrounded by awakening souls, remembering self. I was fortunate enough to be Ten Bear's continuance. A moment of shadow - doubt veiled in illusion - with the outcome beyond my dreams, the 7 World Prophecies.
A pattern develops. Push through a few years. Information is forthcoming, then move surely. It has become obvious to me, as well as to others, that the world shift is upon us. Science has documented this with the reversing magnetic poles, decreasing ozone, increasing tektonic plate movement, volcanic activity and shifting weather patterns. Those who nod and point to spiritual integration do so knowingly. Life requires continued respect and care.
Now we dream, our wildest expectations limited beside the real story that is unfolding.
Feasting
Words of power have meaning AND sound. They are clearly an activation in time and space. Resonance makes sense and we concede that we create history... in a different way. Our confirmation is frequent and definate as the outgrowth of the Fourth World of Soul Sickness dynamics.
Several possibilities occur to us. One possibility continues to intrigue us. Suppose that this can happen. It takes a great deal of respect for self, and giving only in love. A year or two, the original message may be forgotten, but the reverance for the experience so honored in time will remain. Remembrance requires continued respect and dedication.
How we dream our dream is significant in the final story of truth.
Several possibilities occur to us. One possibility continues to intrigue us. Suppose that this can happen. It takes a great deal of respect for self, and giving only in love. A year or two, the original message may be forgotten, but the reverance for the experience so honored in time will remain. Remembrance requires continued respect and dedication.
How we dream our dream is significant in the final story of truth.
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