Archive for April, 2012

Thunderbeing Dream
April 19, 2012

Was dreaming I was just kind of drifting along looking at the scenery below me when I came to a sidewalk that I was going to walk down..  then it became one of those dreams where you close your eyes and the wont open again..  so I thought well I will just walk blind on faith that I am still on the sidewalk and not crash into anything and continue to the place where I can get my eyes to stay open.

I finally reached a place where I could peek out my eyes and see I was still on the sidewalk, and  little further than  that I was able to open my eyes again just in time to see a whole line of bike on both sides of me with an opening in the center that I could pass through.

As I am traveling down the passageway between the bikes, I can see people like clouds drifting around.  I can see a  man on a bike riding around.  Then he is coming towards me..  Then he is coming right up the passage way I am in.  About this time I blink and cannot see again, so I just stand there and wait until I can see again, and when I look up he has left his bike upon my path but I cannot see him.

I am standing there wondering about this when a shop keeper comes, picks up the bike and begins backing it out of the tunnel, so I ask him, “Why did he do that? ”  And the shop keeper said, ” he wanted you to know that he hears you coming…  and that it is going to rain soon.”

With this I awoke..

I love dreaming when I am in my cloud body, and I love becoming aware of the other clouds around me….

A Turtle has crossed my path
April 3, 2012

In my tradition, and the medicine path I follow, the Great Momma, she is the one who instructs me on how to walk, and how to translate the happenings in my life.  Many times she does this by sending her animals to cross my path.

The last time a Turtle crossed the road in front of me was in the early 90’s (I believe)  That messenger was not for me, it was my son who saw the Turtle and had me stop and go back..  before that, there may have been a small turtle or 2 that crossed my path in my youth.  So I find it really significant  that this large turtle crossed my path yesterday on my way to work and know I must seek the message that momma is sending through the Turtle Messenger.

There is a medicine book that I use to help guide me.  It is one that when I read the words I will feel a great connection to what is being said, but really finding the answer to the message can come from many sources.  The book that speaks to me is Medicine Cards, by Jamie Sams and David Carson, but it is really a matter of personal choice which one speaks to you..

This is what it says, the book that always speaks to me:

In Native American teachings, Turtle is the oldest symbol for planet Earth. It is the personification of goddess energy, and the eternal Mother from which our lives evolve. We are born of the womb of Earth, and to her soil our bodies will return. In honoring the Earth, we are asked by Turtle to be mindful of the cycle of give and take, to give back to the Mother as she has given to us.

Like Turtle, you have a shell in the form of shields that protect you from hurt, envy, jealousy, and the unconsciousness of others. Turtle teaches you how to use protection. If you are bothered by the actions or words of others, it is time to go inside yourself and honor your feelings. If you are attacked, it is time to give a warning snap.
You are being asked to honor the creative source within you, to be grounded to the Earth, and to observe your situation with motherly compassion. Use the water and earth energies, represented by Turtle’s two homes, to flow harmoniously with your situation and to place your feet firmly in the ground in a power stance.
Turtle is a fine teacher of the art of grounding. You may even be able to overcome your “space cadet” tendencies if you align with Turtle medicine. In learning to ground, you are placing focus on your thoughts and actions and slowing to a place that assures completion.
Turtle warns of the dangers of “pushing the river,” as evidenced by the plodding pace that it keeps. The corn that is harvested before its time is not yet full. However, if it is given the chance to develop at its own rate, in its own season, its sweetness will be shared by all.
Turtle buries its thoughts, like its eggs, in the sand and allows the Sun to hatch the little ones. This teaches you to develop your ideas before bringing them out into the light. Look at the old fable of the tortoise and the hare and decide for yourself whether or not you would align with Turtle. Bigger, stronger, and faster are not always the best ways to get to a goal. When you arrive, you may be asked where you’ve been and you may not be able to remember. In that case, arriving prematurely can make you feel very immature.
Turtle signals a time of connecting with the power of Earth and the Mother-Goddess within. This is a reminder of the ally you have in Mother Earth. It does not matter what situation you have created. Ask her for assistance and abundance will follow.
~ From “Medicine Cards” by Jamie Sams & David Carson ~
Many times in the days to come I will refer to this book, to the words here to guide me..  My book is old and worn, pages coming out, water stained, written on by my children and grandchildren..   this book 20 years old.  It is the one that speaks to me, the one the great momma uses when she sends her animal messengers..
It is always the one that speaks to you is the one that should be followed.

Tree Hugger ~a spiritual journey
April 2, 2012

 It was way back in the 80’s I read an article, “Have you hugged a tree lately?” Well, in front of my house was a tree. At the time I felt so impure that I could not bring myself to feel worthy to hug a tree. So every day for 2 weeks I stood in front of the tree and explained how unworthy I felt to try to hug because my life was a war zone and everything was crazy, so I kept telling the tree, “I want to hug you but I do not feel worthy.Around 2 weeks later I went to check the mail and talked to the tree inside my head they whole time. When I got back into my house I stood looking out the wind, talking to the tree still when I heard a voice, She said, “you want to hug me?” and in that moment I felt like a little child shaking my head yes.. and she said, “Well, come here” And so I ran to her as fast as I could and threw my arms around her.. she downloaded me with so much information that it took me 3 days to go to sleep.. That was in the 80″s.By the time 2002 arrived I had surrendered to the Earth, and upon my surrender the Indians began restoring my memories. I was guided some 450 miles away to Ceremony.. And upon arrival I began hugging the trees… They knew my name.. they told me how their roots were all connected.. so the trees I always hugged had told them I was coming..

Last year this girl and we were having an exchange when she put in a poem from a tree that wanted to say hello to me.. Now 13 generations ago my mother in the life, when she walked rainbows would dance at her feet. My Father was Chief Whitefeather and he was a seer, he could see what was going to happen, as could I, but to a smaller degree. He decided that the warrior bloodline needed to be added to the seer bloodline for the time that were coming so he convinced me to marry a Mohawk Warrior. There were people of the Long House and their ‘city’ was near the Great River.

So I went and I bore the Mohawk many children, sons, but I did not have a heart for the Mohawk because he was an angry warrior and I was gentle of spirit like my mother. Finally I had daughter and poured all my love into her. The Mohawk saw this and he wanted the love I gave our daughter.. and since he could not have it, he tricked my mind into believing that someone had killed our daughter, then he blamed it on me. Heart broken I left and began following some stars that were calling me to my sistar.. I walked and walked, and when I would get lost a white feather would fall and tell me where to go.

I walked all the way to what is now known as California, to a Chumash Village where I was taken in by a lady name White Feather.. I lived the remainder of my days there, had a hut, and was a medicine woman.. there was a tree there that I loved and nurtured..

and that tree was the tree in the poem. Even though it had been sawed down and made into lumber that was made into an apartment building that now stood abandoned, that tree remembered me from well over 200 years ago…

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