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