During the last few days, I have continued to gather others. The weather has changed. The temperature has dropped and the ThunderBeings have brought rain, making me update my lightning sickness strategy and speaking to Tashina about the "earth lightening" that has begun.
Long accomplished dreams, the Council calling people to participate in the first initiation, an awakening ritual that is to take place at a sacred time, Moon of the Bear, Year of Cooperation – December 11-14 , 2008. The voices of maturing spiritual women change and speak of long awaited alliance. In the Four Corners area and lush tropical Hawaiian Islands a bridging occurs… third, fourth, fifth and sixth initiations, the most propitious will reveal brilliant colors of spiritually diverse truth. Ripening Female Energy holds the attention of the world, as we gather and recall pertinent knowledge. Nite of Fear complete, a promising future is attracted. It is possible to present many ways to the people, who welcome the treat of harmonious diversity.
Though I have been impatient by nature in the past, I slowly reveal these plans in a traditional manner… my first warrior's task set by Mo'i. I ascend and descend in the waking dream with each piece of the puzzle revealed. UCSB has expressed interest in sponsor one or more of the initiations, an unexpected confirmation that has left me in a metaphysical realm. As I consider the Taanaashkaada Initiations, the structure and forming of circle becomes focused. They remind me of the second initiation, the pace of the turtle difficult, slowing me gently with power and assuring me all things will be taken care of.
And oddly, the other women create the bridging arrangement. It becomes common calling completing, waiting to proceed. The last initiation accords the rites of the Ancients. Only then will the Council move in to complete the limitless strength and grace within us.
In this way I find more time to be with the community and to serve. Mo'i, or one of the Council she sends, bring my breath. I become so light, I notice, that I feel transparent. Probably not much security to be found, about the things one would normally focus on. But then, what is security? One foot in the 4th World, one in the 5th, positioning ourselves within the contours of shifting energies with a proud, humble demeanor and a purposeful stride. We have kept our fluidity quite well, the third initiation balancing. Papa's mother said, "the women walk first." Just blossoming with the 1st nurturing, these women have answered the call, prayer recited, dreams being cast upon the wind.
I have, for convenience, make my invitation to heart sisters, the men will join us Mo'i has said. Evening discussions have become regular. She finds me "finely woven." I grasp the thought concepts accurately, and have begun weaving the tapestry… Turtle Sisters Tapestry. Our discussions are a mixture of imagery and waking dream experience, often leaving me in awe.
"Allow them to share their flawless truth," Mo'i stated. She had been observing my web creation as responses to my first email began arriving.
One of the responses filled my soul with exalted understanding. Skillful masters of self form. The puzzle a puzzle no more.
"They will lead the way," Mo'i chuckles. "The vision is the truth of Self fulfilling prophecy," she points out their infinite place in history, "and they ride upon the feeling of proclamation."
I am flattered to be a messenger, and I am immediately struck by the deja vu of things Grandfather Ten Bears had seen within me. I had tried everything I could growing up to walk away from destiny. I laugh, pleased at my decision to surrender and allow myself to be carried.
I've noticed some of the structure of what I'm being given. Some women will form the grounding circle, these will meet in smaller retreat group. These will be the organizers… web weavers. I am impressed by the things we are to do. Our abilities are apparently well respected by Mo'i and the Council. We are from all cultural and metaphysical traditions, with past life dreams of Haviki. Our participation and manner, mysterious ways are in sharp alignment to our spiritual sensitivity. I decide this must be the reason of transforming. I ask Mo'i about it.
"Why have we been called?"
"The White Buffalo," Mo'i shrugged. "The path began!"
Some of the women seem more like a quivering leaf in the wind, their passion. There is great excitement. We have inherited earth's ritualistic agility and vital energy, as well as Spirit's keen understanding of personal process. We are ushered into the mysteries, and immediately take a great interest in healing remnants of separation. We, at first, bring hearts full of rhythmic expression. Soon we work boldly enhancing evolutional movement. Mother has allowed us to reflect her as appropriate guardians, and the degrees of instruction a concern for all. I think both the women and men will see the possibilities. This will definitely be different. There will be another message to the group soon in this journey.
I am interested in the preparation for the organizational retreat. The discussions will be used in the staging of the first initiation. Those that might facilitate will be discussed and we will plan our direction. The resulting events – the Nine Initiations – will gently skim the consciousness of humanity. Opening to potential, and proclaiming responsibility, which provide the mixture for earth magic. Very like life with Grandfather.
I watch the preparations… converse with Nakia, my clan's totemic guide. This appears to be the time for the women. In our human form, we take pride in our purpose of origin. Extensive ritual and wisdom sharing have great evolutional significance.
Everyday I think about our coming journey. I am sure I can be an accurate representative of the feminine essence. When the time is right, Mo'i will let me know, and we will give birth to reality.
Meanwhile, as long as the people respond to the general discussions, I'll perpetuate the journey. Then, we'll announce to the world what we are doing. It is an ideal moment, a balance of giving and receiving in constant flow.
I realize that the time is drawing near for the invisible discipline of earth to move through all living things. I'll spend a couple of days collecting my thoughts, and focus my intent with transforming dedication. My life is good, my visions practically choreograph my actions.
The rain is here.
12/8/07
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Silence
By the end of my death cycle, no one seems to think my visions unusual. I watch the birds feeding on the frong porch, and sip my coffee. One hawk sits above the medicine wheel, I work to document a magnificient story. Great consequence, I have decided to try and share some of these writings, largely due to curiousity at what might happen. I managed to figure out this blog page on the internet. To my amazement, my arrowhead buzzed as my written word sailed rapidly across the worldwide web. I am impressed by the comments I have received. They anchor my transmissions with Mo'i, with significant truth their words jump inside the continuous moments and display a soft understanding prized in the ways of old.
I have had a shock of emphasized data. I realize with some surprise that I am now based in a metaphysical philosophy. The Council smiles at me, and the children of our community translate the metaphor. I am a trifle sensitive neurologically. I didn't intend to become extended healing power and I am a little restrained in emergence.
A few days from now, after my lightning sickness eases, the Council catches me responsibily. Little travel between dimensions is happening, the rendering the ability to see, and I am communicating in silence. I have to way to restore anything not yet begun. I have already discovered reuninifcation, that the intent of purpose starts a journey rapidly using the southern energies.
I see the Council's answer to passing power. A woman steps out towards me as I rest in the setting sun. She floats, and makes words I do not understand. Several energies beckon, and one wildly beautiful sensation spins me. In a short time I am atop the cliff that over looks Yusn's temple along the Salt River. I decide I am not ready yet.
After preparing dinner, I set aside the feathers we will use with the children to call the rain. Like grandmothers everywhere, I am deeply motivated by the desire to feed the next generation the echoes of earth spirit.
Take what I say, I tell you. Mo'i is pleased, and looses little time in confimring apparition. I approach her without hesitation, and lay my offerings for new life near her seat.
"Intention!" she says, accompanying the word with a raised hand. "Intention!: she picks up a feather and proceeds to build an altar. I am initially coveed with metaphysical thoughts, but find the fragrance dedictated and invocative in nature.
"Intention?" I question, speaking the word and placing a feather on the altar.
Mo'i is delighted. "Intention!" She nods eagerly. Then she picks up sacred salt nearby. "Purify" she says and places a pinch of salt in her mouth. "Purify."
"Purify," I repeat her actions and nod.
"Pray..."
"Pray," I answer.
Mo'i giggles, pleased at having gathered to maintain history.
I get up to get firewood, and nod to Mo'i, my hair falling across my face momentarily.
"Kamaka," Mo'i says, indicating with her hand to offer assistance. I shake my head.
"Kamaka," she says again, in a feverish pitch. We both laugh, enjoying our understanding. I put a long on the fire, Mo'i dissolving into the mist.
A powerful prayer ritual is quite easy, and suddenly brings realization that conscious spirituality constitutes a birth supplication. By means of a few wondrous phrases, a potential comes to life. I pursue this, asking for signs in the face of my ancestors. I concentrate on the presence of my heartflame, and unite with the source of lightning.
I quickly find that I can almost think, gazing to the Star Path. The edge of light, for instance, must be described by a motion of unity. Of course! The little Oracle, Mo'i, stands with the Ancestors. I look to her level of magnificience, and am pleased to find a dynamic element.
A thought strikes me. An invocation reverberates nearby and I look, questioning, seeing a powerful energy. Mo'i snapes in, spreads her hands to eclipse me. There is no speed for her magical hands, since the illusion dissipates. I ponder a moment. Mo'i grasps the source of my quickening. Finally Mo'i decides to place a hand on the back of my foot. She presses her left hand, fingers kneading. With her right hand, she moves downward to touch the earth. Of course, I try not to resist, energy slowly moving. We restore.
"Mo'i," says the Oracle, pointing toward the window. She then motions that she must leave.
The darkness creps across the ranch, and my twinflame breaths sleep, enjoying the gentle threshold of the dream. A llama in the pasture lifts her head to the moon. Another comes to stand along side.
I understand the significance of the Rainbow bridge. As I prepare for sleep, I find thoughts of humanity's awakening arising in my brain. Ever since I cleared my schedule of travel, I have held a pressing, pulsing, vital premonition. I have regarded humanity with a passionate affirmation, where by life is miraculously evolved. It has occured to me that the wonderful gifts and restoration and even greater life offerings open eyes. The little Oracle, "Mo'i," she calls hereself, has come to me this evening, that the brilliance reflected in Mo'i's face, gently completes the story. Evolution. And this in turn brings me to another thought, gnerous and filling. I hadn't taken time to realize it, but in Mo'i's presence, I quickly ascend in the Tlish Diyan lineage.
I have had a shock of emphasized data. I realize with some surprise that I am now based in a metaphysical philosophy. The Council smiles at me, and the children of our community translate the metaphor. I am a trifle sensitive neurologically. I didn't intend to become extended healing power and I am a little restrained in emergence.
A few days from now, after my lightning sickness eases, the Council catches me responsibily. Little travel between dimensions is happening, the rendering the ability to see, and I am communicating in silence. I have to way to restore anything not yet begun. I have already discovered reuninifcation, that the intent of purpose starts a journey rapidly using the southern energies.
I see the Council's answer to passing power. A woman steps out towards me as I rest in the setting sun. She floats, and makes words I do not understand. Several energies beckon, and one wildly beautiful sensation spins me. In a short time I am atop the cliff that over looks Yusn's temple along the Salt River. I decide I am not ready yet.
After preparing dinner, I set aside the feathers we will use with the children to call the rain. Like grandmothers everywhere, I am deeply motivated by the desire to feed the next generation the echoes of earth spirit.
Take what I say, I tell you. Mo'i is pleased, and looses little time in confimring apparition. I approach her without hesitation, and lay my offerings for new life near her seat.
"Intention!" she says, accompanying the word with a raised hand. "Intention!: she picks up a feather and proceeds to build an altar. I am initially coveed with metaphysical thoughts, but find the fragrance dedictated and invocative in nature.
"Intention?" I question, speaking the word and placing a feather on the altar.
Mo'i is delighted. "Intention!" She nods eagerly. Then she picks up sacred salt nearby. "Purify" she says and places a pinch of salt in her mouth. "Purify."
"Purify," I repeat her actions and nod.
"Pray..."
"Pray," I answer.
Mo'i giggles, pleased at having gathered to maintain history.
I get up to get firewood, and nod to Mo'i, my hair falling across my face momentarily.
"Kamaka," Mo'i says, indicating with her hand to offer assistance. I shake my head.
"Kamaka," she says again, in a feverish pitch. We both laugh, enjoying our understanding. I put a long on the fire, Mo'i dissolving into the mist.
A powerful prayer ritual is quite easy, and suddenly brings realization that conscious spirituality constitutes a birth supplication. By means of a few wondrous phrases, a potential comes to life. I pursue this, asking for signs in the face of my ancestors. I concentrate on the presence of my heartflame, and unite with the source of lightning.
I quickly find that I can almost think, gazing to the Star Path. The edge of light, for instance, must be described by a motion of unity. Of course! The little Oracle, Mo'i, stands with the Ancestors. I look to her level of magnificience, and am pleased to find a dynamic element.
A thought strikes me. An invocation reverberates nearby and I look, questioning, seeing a powerful energy. Mo'i snapes in, spreads her hands to eclipse me. There is no speed for her magical hands, since the illusion dissipates. I ponder a moment. Mo'i grasps the source of my quickening. Finally Mo'i decides to place a hand on the back of my foot. She presses her left hand, fingers kneading. With her right hand, she moves downward to touch the earth. Of course, I try not to resist, energy slowly moving. We restore.
"Mo'i," says the Oracle, pointing toward the window. She then motions that she must leave.
The darkness creps across the ranch, and my twinflame breaths sleep, enjoying the gentle threshold of the dream. A llama in the pasture lifts her head to the moon. Another comes to stand along side.
I understand the significance of the Rainbow bridge. As I prepare for sleep, I find thoughts of humanity's awakening arising in my brain. Ever since I cleared my schedule of travel, I have held a pressing, pulsing, vital premonition. I have regarded humanity with a passionate affirmation, where by life is miraculously evolved. It has occured to me that the wonderful gifts and restoration and even greater life offerings open eyes. The little Oracle, "Mo'i," she calls hereself, has come to me this evening, that the brilliance reflected in Mo'i's face, gently completes the story. Evolution. And this in turn brings me to another thought, gnerous and filling. I hadn't taken time to realize it, but in Mo'i's presence, I quickly ascend in the Tlish Diyan lineage.
Observation 2
Within a day or two of this last notation I felt a unique separation anxiety. I could sense the magnetic air of Old Man Thunder and ionization of Little Boy Lightning, and began to think in terms of self rejuvenation. If I could call upon the protection of my Ancestors from the fluctuation of the earth grid, I could access the women's discipline of time. Eventually, under the spiritual guidance of Mo'i, as I had learned was the Oracle's name, and Nakia, my ancestral guide, the Rainbow Serpent, I would secure a journey into balance of course, that would require stages of understanding the philosophy that encompasses the seasons. I don't know what to expect in this active role I step into. Psychic and physical! The truth will be a witness to reason, I am sure of it. I have design for now, in case I encounter opportunity for execution.
The day after my birthday I had attempted to call Aunty and Papa to wish them blessings after their wedding. I got the answering machine, compelling proof that they were indisposed. I understood the order of personal time.
I began to plan my future. I extend my perspective, and save memories imprinted on my vision mind. I consider the alliances made, but realize the current shifting energies will make it futile to speculate at this point who will be involved. I have no idea what to do with what I am receiving, other than contain it. It is expedient in its purpose.
I am primarily focused on limiting stress and chaos. I will entwine elements once each is clearly introduced. I am still constant in my honoring when Mo'i is present.
The Oracle enjoys the ubiquitous names of the family, spoken out loud in lineage fashion. She is a loving and comfortable entity, and is one who make such major decisions as to the recently in fluxing powers. Her decisions frequently hinge on humanity's ability to slow reality. In this case, two evolutionary processes are interacting. She is looking ahead to the practice of application. It is much preferable to spend energy preceded by a prayer.
The other process involves more traditional appropriateness. Several dozen individuals will gather in close proximity to fill the void - for the blink of an eye - with imagery and song. The Ancestors will look upon us, and heal quickly. Beauty is rich, but basically attraction. When this gathering brings quickening with Mo'i, she simply brings meaning.
When I awoke this morning I noticed extra words on the wind. The limitation gone.
The day after my birthday I had attempted to call Aunty and Papa to wish them blessings after their wedding. I got the answering machine, compelling proof that they were indisposed. I understood the order of personal time.
I began to plan my future. I extend my perspective, and save memories imprinted on my vision mind. I consider the alliances made, but realize the current shifting energies will make it futile to speculate at this point who will be involved. I have no idea what to do with what I am receiving, other than contain it. It is expedient in its purpose.
I am primarily focused on limiting stress and chaos. I will entwine elements once each is clearly introduced. I am still constant in my honoring when Mo'i is present.
The Oracle enjoys the ubiquitous names of the family, spoken out loud in lineage fashion. She is a loving and comfortable entity, and is one who make such major decisions as to the recently in fluxing powers. Her decisions frequently hinge on humanity's ability to slow reality. In this case, two evolutionary processes are interacting. She is looking ahead to the practice of application. It is much preferable to spend energy preceded by a prayer.
The other process involves more traditional appropriateness. Several dozen individuals will gather in close proximity to fill the void - for the blink of an eye - with imagery and song. The Ancestors will look upon us, and heal quickly. Beauty is rich, but basically attraction. When this gathering brings quickening with Mo'i, she simply brings meaning.
When I awoke this morning I noticed extra words on the wind. The limitation gone.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Observation
I do not endeavor to seek out personal information, but clear pictures of group potentials trickle in. I lay examining the fire... a word heard, an image there, confirming traditional teachings I have received with the elders. The overall form a considered crashing thunder in my mind. Once when tattooing for the first time, I remember the legends of migration. Dizziness washes over me in a windward arrival, and I see my arms and leg tattooed. How these markings have contributed, I ponder, to my spiritual growth. They, no doubt, help me maintain connection to my point of origin. Which, incidentally, appears to the the same source reference as my Polynesian family claim. I am called by many names, by many traditions... but seen by all as one descendant of prophecy.
The Council who have been constant, apparently to establish and understanding, have now mentioned Waipio Valley. Aunty and Papa, and descendants of the Ulu Clan. I have the impression that perhaps the destination of our combined journeys is finally linked. Exposing generations, I think, cultural exchange in spiritual earth renewal.
This morning I felt slightly disoriented, but managed to float in the 24 hours since the anniversary of my birth.I was back in my unique patterns by 7:30 am, but more organized in my ancillary work which involves me in further identification in my spiritual communications. Esonknhsendehi, I notice, weaves a great tapestry of my experiences.
I make my way through the day knowing association. Or rather, introductions. I was only inspired when I transfered, designs, compositions, an image of verbal chants. I sit mesmerized in front of my latest sacred tablet painting, the medicine placing energy into my psyche. I am living in a dream in which time-space is delicately overlain. Each experiential learning curve brings a new interest to follow. Starting up, I see reality as a seven sided possibility. A whack from shifting energy sends a sensation through my turtle tattoo.
As I move about, building my knowledge, I realize that the wind has changed. A definite chill is in the air, and a line of towering Cloud Nations approach from the north. The rain my body has been forecasting seems to be eternal in its approach. I position myself to be clear of shadow and a steady motion engulfs me.
Esonknhsendehi, reprinting, aligning, a day to just be. At least there is no evidence that I should do otherwise. Many people have forgotten to embrace this type of self nurturance. They feel unworthy, judge what's occurring as illness, or over indulge in a dysfunctional play. I throw configured demonstrations, by way of my example, out into the community.
An outline shape brings me back to conscious reality. I extend my hand, and come in contact with something exquisite. The suggestion swings, but stops short. The diverse pattern looking to form is not the cause of my sensation. A flickering flash of memory, I see a specific rendering. I look quickly around, but loose specifics. Even the Oracle, my most constant observer, is not here.
I fold classical pre-thought and spread it over my consciousness, listening to the individual translations of Old Man Thunder and Little Boy Lightning. Protection begins warmth in my body, and my Ancestral Guardian quiets in the moment. Someone, I muse, always seems to hold me safely. Perhaps spiritual guidance secures us on our journey. I hear voices from the Cradle of Civilization. They sometimes tell me to record representations. But the Song of Origin carries me. I think of the Oracle, the one who without hesitation, adopted me. Could this finally help in overall eradication of soul sickness? This one is always near just before I sleep. I chew on conjectures and ponder. I pull the symbology of me more closely to me, and notice, by feel rather than sight, a balance between male and female without exception. It has a way of thinking, a philosophy encompassing life involvement. Some acceptance or basis of an active role, involves respect. I suddenly remember that I have seen this during early visitation. The last time I saw this thinking, it was in a memory preservation - received life from the Second World of Kinship... interesting, I muse. The Oracle is one, I thought, manipulated essential dragon points, to make individual times overlap. The thinning of the veil, so we might meet.
I relax inside the warm procedure and drift into pure vibration.
11/5/07
The Council who have been constant, apparently to establish and understanding, have now mentioned Waipio Valley. Aunty and Papa, and descendants of the Ulu Clan. I have the impression that perhaps the destination of our combined journeys is finally linked. Exposing generations, I think, cultural exchange in spiritual earth renewal.
This morning I felt slightly disoriented, but managed to float in the 24 hours since the anniversary of my birth.I was back in my unique patterns by 7:30 am, but more organized in my ancillary work which involves me in further identification in my spiritual communications. Esonknhsendehi, I notice, weaves a great tapestry of my experiences.
I make my way through the day knowing association. Or rather, introductions. I was only inspired when I transfered, designs, compositions, an image of verbal chants. I sit mesmerized in front of my latest sacred tablet painting, the medicine placing energy into my psyche. I am living in a dream in which time-space is delicately overlain. Each experiential learning curve brings a new interest to follow. Starting up, I see reality as a seven sided possibility. A whack from shifting energy sends a sensation through my turtle tattoo.
As I move about, building my knowledge, I realize that the wind has changed. A definite chill is in the air, and a line of towering Cloud Nations approach from the north. The rain my body has been forecasting seems to be eternal in its approach. I position myself to be clear of shadow and a steady motion engulfs me.
Esonknhsendehi, reprinting, aligning, a day to just be. At least there is no evidence that I should do otherwise. Many people have forgotten to embrace this type of self nurturance. They feel unworthy, judge what's occurring as illness, or over indulge in a dysfunctional play. I throw configured demonstrations, by way of my example, out into the community.
An outline shape brings me back to conscious reality. I extend my hand, and come in contact with something exquisite. The suggestion swings, but stops short. The diverse pattern looking to form is not the cause of my sensation. A flickering flash of memory, I see a specific rendering. I look quickly around, but loose specifics. Even the Oracle, my most constant observer, is not here.
I fold classical pre-thought and spread it over my consciousness, listening to the individual translations of Old Man Thunder and Little Boy Lightning. Protection begins warmth in my body, and my Ancestral Guardian quiets in the moment. Someone, I muse, always seems to hold me safely. Perhaps spiritual guidance secures us on our journey. I hear voices from the Cradle of Civilization. They sometimes tell me to record representations. But the Song of Origin carries me. I think of the Oracle, the one who without hesitation, adopted me. Could this finally help in overall eradication of soul sickness? This one is always near just before I sleep. I chew on conjectures and ponder. I pull the symbology of me more closely to me, and notice, by feel rather than sight, a balance between male and female without exception. It has a way of thinking, a philosophy encompassing life involvement. Some acceptance or basis of an active role, involves respect. I suddenly remember that I have seen this during early visitation. The last time I saw this thinking, it was in a memory preservation - received life from the Second World of Kinship... interesting, I muse. The Oracle is one, I thought, manipulated essential dragon points, to make individual times overlap. The thinning of the veil, so we might meet.
I relax inside the warm procedure and drift into pure vibration.
11/5/07
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