II. Building Containment

Throughout the day the Council has been watching. A low line of clouds cover the ridge. I watched it too. I regarded it as coexisting cloud formations, a pattern of the powerful and emerging ThunderBeings. A think sensation was building in the northwest, sweeping across my continuously evolving vision to the southeast. This emanation from the Changing Mother has become so common place, every three or four days. Precipice, overlook. To further shape the venerated dream, a shark tablet. Almost airborne child. A light ether blew from the south, and I was quickening into origin and function. I was seeing two ore diagrams – the octopus like emanation of the 13 vortexes and Coyote dancing the crack in the universe.

The Council knows. There is a general excited anticipation. They have given me a wondrous mission, to choreograph great collaborative initiations. I have already made initial contact with women that have expressed similar visions in the past. We are, apparently, joined together in common destiny. World evolution adjusts in initiation to make "change" easier on humans.

While I was watching and relaxing, I divested myself. There were only a few hours, it seemed, when the south breeze brought back messages and intent to lay a resilient foundation, the future. Then it returned, the 2nd letter from the Council delivered. Direction being clearly given, the interest gaining in intensity. Gust of now significant essence pulls my heart, shaman shivers, or what the Auntys call "chicken skins," as the computer screen darkens.

I hurried to my selected journal and began the process of recording. The human elements stimulated. A drizzling act has started a windfall, and I spread my consciousness over those who respond.

As the name begins to reverberate – Sisters of Honua – the echo ever-changing. Soon the words incarnate mythical, and I am not only ascribed attitude and intention, but allowing. How much will we accomplish? Stillness chatters, I adjust the patterns around me to better achieve beauty… hozhoni. The dream, women of power slip in and out of my thoughts, and before I can instill the legend, my passion is 2,000 strong.

I vibrate, genuinely the result of the Oracle's presence. The remarkable woman is rapidly retelling me how to up hold the world. I glance at the vortex image they have given me, a simple diagram of tradition, culture… common life in flow. A circle in the center is surrounded by others... it breathes as I look at it. I wonder how all of this shall happen. Just as I nearly make up my mind to take a look via my medicine bowl, I see the Sisters of Honua – conduits of Changing Mother approaching.

"Come, it is the legacy," Mo'i says, and encourages me to gather my charts in a different manner. I have printed them individually on index cards, then she has instructed me to lay them in different patters on the floor.

We sit looking at several different configurations, and I am in awe at the scientific support for our prophecies. Sara, our cat, hurries to get off our bed, the energy of the room becoming over stimulating. A heroic and mysterious kitty who lets me know when I need to lower my frequencies so I don't fry.

Mo'i points to our Hawaiian altar – we have altars for every tradition within our extended family. She then steps over to the world altar where my piece for Easter Island sits with another representing Mary Magdeline. Not long ago these would have been sweet gifts, but now I understand the diversity of what the Elders have bestowed on us.

Mo'i claps her hands to get my attention. I was staring, big eyed, at the scene unfolding from the heart of Toho'ma's blue crystal pyramid.

"The snow leopard is balanced," Mo'i begins, pointing into the vision of a white leopard walking straight down a rock wall. "Vision has been renewed. This," pointing to the pyramid, "is a very strong medicine that enables great transition for the world. When it's truth is emphasized, roles will once again be equal."

I think I gasped and jumped when Toho'ma dropped something to the floor.

"This," she continued, pointing to my maps and grids, "is also powerful medicine. It will be important for the high rituals to take place."

She pauses to make certain I understand.

"Now," she continues, "you are to bring these compelling women together as a unified force."

I know from the stories I heard as a kid that there is little doubt that we are to service and exemplify the new energy dynamic.

I have been unable to follow all the messages. I am unfamiliar with some of the concepts. However, I fully understand the premise of power, magic... medicine. We have been called together to make life better. I have already noticed the strong sense of inheritance spiritually.

I look around. This is the first time in a long time I am totally guided. It has brought the circles of extended relations together, and intent rises steadily, with the emerging of evolutional concept. Directly in front of me on the path is an emphasis on the expanding roles that apparently form the Sisters of Honua. Around the initiations are others, smaller events, the gradual spread of knowledge. There is a sort of networking within the structure of the forming support system. I realize that these alliances serve to accentuate and maximize our individual and group endeavors. I immediately learn another reason, tactical spirituality. Mo'i lifts the dragon image, and motions to contend with the changes. I can see a variety of the sanctified lineages I have been honored to experience. There will be much understanding in our efforts to cover the human soul with unconditional healing.

Toho'ma interrupts my thoughts as she offers me some smudge. I lean into the bed and sit watching a video about the guanaco… a wild relative of the llamas. A puma appears in the scene, and puma is one of my totems. I am grateful for the warmth and generosity Tomacho has always demonstrated with me. She can be a commanding ally.

Suddenly, I am in memory. It happened in 1992 when I was on vision quest near Toas, New Mexico. It had been an uncommonly fine time, and it was when I met Naylin Lage, my great grandmother, and our spirits had merged. I woke up from that vision with a puma laying against my back… purring. It was something of a life changing moment.

I closed my eyes and implored her to eat me quickly. Instead, her steady hum, vibrated me back into the dream. And here a memory led me into the future.