Archive for April, 2015

Earth Day is April 22, 2015
April 21, 2015

Black Hills Unity Concert 2015
April 21, 2015

(((((((  I am soooooo in love… the Heros of the Earth are the ones who are stepping forth to protect her..  to restore her…..  We are so much more than we remember at times..  It is our love that will clothe her with the new clothing she is to wear in this next circle around the Central Sun that has already begun.. It is our love that clothed her for this circle that we just completed.. our love through song made the rivers to flow the way did, and our unique flavors as we sang our songs made the waters to taste the way they taste…   The songs of our journey became the landscapes we see as we look out upon the Earth and her clothing now…  and the songs of our journeys now will become the new clothes, bright and clean given her to wear in the next great circle….)))))))

A forever love ~excerpt from the Rainbow Mother vision
April 21, 2015

rainbow mother vision

When I was 12 I went into a vision that lasted until I was 30..  My mother, who walked with the Rainbow People (rainbows danced at her feet)..  She was married to a Chief Whitefeather and she was from a life long ago when there was so much innocence and purity for our people still in existence..  In the vision she was intent on showing me how to walk through the present day world and maintain my balance, instructing me on how all the laws of God had been written in nature and how any time I needed instructions for how to believe I should go to the Earth and ask her.

Somewhere inside the vision she inserted a piece my young mind could not comprehend.  There was a young man who high in a way I could not understand,  falling down, getting up, an angry youth beating up the Earth, staggering swaying high and drunk, angry beyond words, pounding his fist against his chest, screaming out in pain..  Our Village standing by watching him with no judgment inside their hearts against him..

Then as I watched he fell to the ground.. dead .. just like that the life left his body… and with quiet grace the people of the Village went out and picked him up.  The brought him back to the Village.  Then I watched as the preparations were being made, the caring his body, the cleansing, and new clothes were put on him.

Then they took him out and laid him on the wooden altar that had been made for him, a wooden bed  or something, my mind not know..  Then the Ceremonies began.  It was a dance they did, all night long, a fury of circle dance around creating a vortex, and opening, so that in the morning when the first ray of light came over the horizon and shown upon him, his spirit simply rose up and he began walking towards the light as peace descended upon him..

In my youth I could not comprehend why she showed me that as part of the vision… and it has taken me all these years..  to find my way back to my people… to find my way home.. to understand how hard this passage has been on us… and how angry some have become..

But always inside my heart..  I remember this vision..  this vision of the Tribe that never gives up on anyone within their Tribe ..  and in their passage to the other side they danced to open the path..

We are Creation Singers
April 9, 2015

frozen in time

Oh she is so beautiful.. walking in the caravan…  the image of her doing that frozen (so to speak) in time…

She is a part of the legends of old, stories that were passed from generation to generation..  her part in the creation story..

Her days are old to us.. but she does not see that.. time is so elongated to her that she is merely taking one step to the next..  she is the reason the Indigenous Peoples of the Earth urge us not to take dynamite and destroy her..  or damage her journey..

We who sang the creation songs of old, whose history unfolded into the clothes the Earth wears..  here stand we again…  legendary amongst the stars stand we singing our creation song for the next great circle that has come to be a part of us..

The singers whose songs are pure, their songs will go forth to make the pure waters, the rivers and streams of pure water in the next great circle around the central Sun..

and just like my song is long and continuous flowing and is different than others..  so too shall the flavor of my waters be different than others….

We are the gods and goddesses of old…  whose songs formed the world we came to know..  and will form the world we come to know.. again..