Hin hanni waste (good morning in Lakota) It's early morning; so early it's still dark outside....but I had to get up and write about this dream before the memories go away. This is what I dreamed or rather what I was shown:
I am standing outside with a Native American man. The man is laying prone on the ground, looking up at the sky with binoculars. When I glance to look up above me, I see cloud angels everywhere. Hundreds of them. The brilliant white clouds are in the form of actual human appearing angels with big, puffy cloud wings, spread open; throughout the sky, looking down at the earth. In fact, one male angel in particular is so clear you can see the outline of all his abdominal muscles and the very distinctive loving expression upon his face. I am in such awe, but for some reason the view for the Native American man isn't the same. I have him come over to where I am standing so maybe he can see the angels clearer. His view doesn't come in to clear focus, yet every time I look up, I see nothing but angels. It's so beautiful because I can feel, we are loved by them, despite what happens here on earth. As I continue to watch them, I think to myself "I could never be afraid to take the Great Journey knowing what is on the other side."
Then my eyes opened up into my darkened room with a deep, warmth and love in my heart. I see now how lucky I am to be able to experience the other side in the dream time, because it alleviates fears in my heart and allows me to live spiritually freely inside. Free of the trappings of our society. The Creator is totally free of materialism, fear, control, greed, "stuff", etc...and the more we let go of these illusions, the closer we are to GOD.
May you walk today with a smile and lightness in your heart.
Namaste
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Very Pissed Off Grizzly Bear Totem................................(& Losing Faith)
Happy very beautiful Wednesday to Everyone,
Last night I had a very powerful dream/nightmare that shook me up enough to put me back on the "good red road." Before I tell you about my dream, let me share what occurred yesterday. As I mentioned, I am once again re-editing my book, trying to get it ready to submit to a mainstream publisher vs.a self publisher becoming very frustrated in the process. In order, to let go of some of the tightened nerves, I decided to take Leo (my dog), and go to our local county park for a jog. At about the 1.5 mile mark, I started thinking once again about the spiritual journey that my book is about and questioning the whole series of events. Here I had the most amazing events occur over a number of years; gifts from the Creator, and now I'm doubting it all together. My disheartening thoughts, killed my drive to continue jogging, whereby I ended up walking slowly back to the car, instead of enjoying the gorgeous day with an exuberant little exercise.This is what I dreamed last night:
I wake up (mentally) into the aware state to find I am standing in this fully enclosed cement room, that strangely has a dirty pool of some type in the middle of it. Instead of beautiful aqua green or baby blue water (symbolizing a pureness in spirituality), this water is tinted brown; like a dirty river. Suddenly, a huge grizzly bear (my totem & protector) appears on the other side of the pool. I instantly notice it is terrifyingly staring at me and I can tell by its' body language I am its' intended target. I do not feel safe in the least by its' presence, like I have many times before, but rather scared s_itless and jump into the pool to escape its attack as it approaches me. To my horror, the bear jumps in after me. I take a deep breathe and dive to the bottom of the pool. As I turn to look up, there are his huge paws and head only feet from my head -he is diving too, chasing me. I instantly knew what a seal feels like, trying to escape the grasp of a polar bear. I attempt to make numerous furtive movements to avoid the behemoth, but to my horror he can hold his breathe as well. I thought for sure I was a goner. I could feel his wrath and fury at me.Thankfully, the dream ended with me jumping out of the pool, escaping being caught by the monster in the water.
When I woke up, I could hardly breathe and my knees were shaking. What have I done to anger my totem so much? I laid awake for an hour after this vision; my adrenaline pumping too hard to sleep. I finally got up at 7:00 am to make my son's breakfast. I shared with him, what I had dreamed.
His first comment to me at the end of my story was, "mom, you've pissed off your totem." Indeed he was right, and I knew it. Upon reflection as to why, it finally dawned on me. I started losing faith not only in myself, but the gifts the Great Spirit (& warriors & grizzlies) have given to me in the dream time. The moment I realized this, I had to stop where I was and say a silent "I am really sorry to all of you." I will not question my journey again. Wow--powerful message and powerful totem. The grizzly is a powerfully massive creature, not to be reckoned with and hopefully I have learned my lesson.
(Unbelievable, I just reviewed my beginning post . The very first post is about an angry grizzly for my questioning back then. I guess it takes some of us longer than others to learn spiritual lessons and I am definitely one of them).
Last night I had a very powerful dream/nightmare that shook me up enough to put me back on the "good red road." Before I tell you about my dream, let me share what occurred yesterday. As I mentioned, I am once again re-editing my book, trying to get it ready to submit to a mainstream publisher vs.a self publisher becoming very frustrated in the process. In order, to let go of some of the tightened nerves, I decided to take Leo (my dog), and go to our local county park for a jog. At about the 1.5 mile mark, I started thinking once again about the spiritual journey that my book is about and questioning the whole series of events. Here I had the most amazing events occur over a number of years; gifts from the Creator, and now I'm doubting it all together. My disheartening thoughts, killed my drive to continue jogging, whereby I ended up walking slowly back to the car, instead of enjoying the gorgeous day with an exuberant little exercise.This is what I dreamed last night:
I wake up (mentally) into the aware state to find I am standing in this fully enclosed cement room, that strangely has a dirty pool of some type in the middle of it. Instead of beautiful aqua green or baby blue water (symbolizing a pureness in spirituality), this water is tinted brown; like a dirty river. Suddenly, a huge grizzly bear (my totem & protector) appears on the other side of the pool. I instantly notice it is terrifyingly staring at me and I can tell by its' body language I am its' intended target. I do not feel safe in the least by its' presence, like I have many times before, but rather scared s_itless and jump into the pool to escape its attack as it approaches me. To my horror, the bear jumps in after me. I take a deep breathe and dive to the bottom of the pool. As I turn to look up, there are his huge paws and head only feet from my head -he is diving too, chasing me. I instantly knew what a seal feels like, trying to escape the grasp of a polar bear. I attempt to make numerous furtive movements to avoid the behemoth, but to my horror he can hold his breathe as well. I thought for sure I was a goner. I could feel his wrath and fury at me.Thankfully, the dream ended with me jumping out of the pool, escaping being caught by the monster in the water.
When I woke up, I could hardly breathe and my knees were shaking. What have I done to anger my totem so much? I laid awake for an hour after this vision; my adrenaline pumping too hard to sleep. I finally got up at 7:00 am to make my son's breakfast. I shared with him, what I had dreamed.
His first comment to me at the end of my story was, "mom, you've pissed off your totem." Indeed he was right, and I knew it. Upon reflection as to why, it finally dawned on me. I started losing faith not only in myself, but the gifts the Great Spirit (& warriors & grizzlies) have given to me in the dream time. The moment I realized this, I had to stop where I was and say a silent "I am really sorry to all of you." I will not question my journey again. Wow--powerful message and powerful totem. The grizzly is a powerfully massive creature, not to be reckoned with and hopefully I have learned my lesson.
(Unbelievable, I just reviewed my beginning post . The very first post is about an angry grizzly for my questioning back then. I guess it takes some of us longer than others to learn spiritual lessons and I am definitely one of them).
Monday, December 12, 2011
The Journey to Sedona....Past Life Regressions-Back to the Native world part 6
Dear All, Merry Peaceful Holidays.
I am really sorry for the time I've taken off between posts. For some reason, a host of issues arose in our home and our life, forcing me to deal with everything before I could concentrate on writing again. I am still re-editing my book, with my perfection issues making me crazy (er) , but due to the gentle (& sometimes not so gentle urging by a number of people to get it published) I am attempting to have it completed by the end of this week. In all honesty, I am very pleased with it, and somewhat amazed I even wrote it. Hopefully, others will feel the same.
Back to the journey in Sedona, and the regressions; fortunately the next two regressions were much more positive to say the least and the results astonishing. In our next group regression I was sitting comfortably in a chair with my dear friend T laying down on the floor next to my left foot. What occurred next is truly amazing: Rainey, our instructor gently mentally guided us to drop down from the the symbolic Corridor of past time in the sky. I fell to the earth and when I stood up, I looked down at my legs to see skinny, short legs as black as the night. I was now a male African warrior, with only a thong on my body. The weeds under my feet were golden honey colored and stiff as sticks. I instantly noticed how small my calloused bare feet were, and how little my ankles and thighs appeared, without one ounce of fat, but defined by sinewy muscle. My eyes slowly moved up to see a small mud, stick hut in front of me, that I knew was mine. I knew I had a big dark head dress I wore with other warriors, when we ran through the desert from place to place, explaining my skinny muscled legs. I also knew we ran in rhythm for miles and miles without saying a word to one another, lost in the other world, where pain and suffering don't exist. I went inside the door of my hut, and instantly noticed how dark it was inside, without any kind of noticeable opening for light, other than the doorway to the outside. (probably to keep animals out). Sitting on the floor was my little, black African wife grinding some kind of wheat or grain on a stone, doing a quiet repetitive circular motion, not paying any attention to me.I felt I cared for her deeply.
Moments later, my conscious mind heard at least three individuals in our class, snoring! My brain instantly left Africa and completely woke back up in class, disappointed I was not able to experience more. A few minutes later, Rainey had us all sit back in a circle and describe what we experienced. As soon as I began sharing my descriptions of my hut and wife, T, laying next to me, went "oh my God, that was me. I was just in a mud hut in Africa grinding grain for my husband." We looked at each other in utter astonishment and burst out laughing. She even described her skinny little legs and the surroundings. I suddenly understood why she looked so familiar to me, from the first time I saw her and why we got along so well instantly. My spirit recognized her's from a life time away in Africa. It also explains my love for the movies Out of Africa and Born Free. This turned out be one of many lifetime we shared together...........
When T and I had time to talk alone privately and discuss this relationship we once had as husband and wife, we decided to try to regress each other that afternoon for the one on one session. Needless to say, it was an utter failure. The energy between us was out of control and totally distracted the both of us causing us to laugh like young children. The connection and past life memories came screaming back to us, but this time it was as Plains Indians. We knew we had reunited once again, from a place we both loved and from a place we were both very happy in. We could not successfully regress one another, but later when my friend J regressed me, this is what I experienced.
As I walked through the symbolic doorway, I noticed I was now tracking an antelope on a grassy plain. I was looking intently at the ground for the animal's tracks. I was again a male Native American warrior, with long black hair and bare feet. In the next event, there was a big celebration around a fire, with the males that were successful in the day's hunt dancing to the rhythm of the drums. I remember being very proud of my kill and of my maleness as a warrior, as were all the warriors. Sitting right off to the side, is a beautiful woman with long black hair and a buckskin dress smiling and flirting with me as I dance.I taunt her staying just out of her reach. When J, takes me to the next event, I am now in this girl's teepee laying on a buffalo hide beside her. We are laughing and having fun. I am proud to be a male. When J, asks me if there is someone in this lifetime, I recognize today, I instantly KNOW the beautiful woman on the buffalo hide with me is T. I am so happy in this lifetime, living free and hunting to feed the tribe. I do not want to come back.
Wow! When J brought me back to the present, at first I smiled at the love in my heart, but soon my heart got very heavy at the thought of the beautiful, happy life I once lived with T and the tribe, as a Plains Indian warrior that I no longer live in. Ooochh. I don't remember the feelings of loneliness there or confusion as to my role in society, nor questioning where the food came from or what was in it. My life there was real, and pure with zero ulterior motives or desires (such as money, and ownership) and we lived free.
Namaste
I am really sorry for the time I've taken off between posts. For some reason, a host of issues arose in our home and our life, forcing me to deal with everything before I could concentrate on writing again. I am still re-editing my book, with my perfection issues making me crazy (er) , but due to the gentle (& sometimes not so gentle urging by a number of people to get it published) I am attempting to have it completed by the end of this week. In all honesty, I am very pleased with it, and somewhat amazed I even wrote it. Hopefully, others will feel the same.
Back to the journey in Sedona, and the regressions; fortunately the next two regressions were much more positive to say the least and the results astonishing. In our next group regression I was sitting comfortably in a chair with my dear friend T laying down on the floor next to my left foot. What occurred next is truly amazing: Rainey, our instructor gently mentally guided us to drop down from the the symbolic Corridor of past time in the sky. I fell to the earth and when I stood up, I looked down at my legs to see skinny, short legs as black as the night. I was now a male African warrior, with only a thong on my body. The weeds under my feet were golden honey colored and stiff as sticks. I instantly noticed how small my calloused bare feet were, and how little my ankles and thighs appeared, without one ounce of fat, but defined by sinewy muscle. My eyes slowly moved up to see a small mud, stick hut in front of me, that I knew was mine. I knew I had a big dark head dress I wore with other warriors, when we ran through the desert from place to place, explaining my skinny muscled legs. I also knew we ran in rhythm for miles and miles without saying a word to one another, lost in the other world, where pain and suffering don't exist. I went inside the door of my hut, and instantly noticed how dark it was inside, without any kind of noticeable opening for light, other than the doorway to the outside. (probably to keep animals out). Sitting on the floor was my little, black African wife grinding some kind of wheat or grain on a stone, doing a quiet repetitive circular motion, not paying any attention to me.I felt I cared for her deeply.
Moments later, my conscious mind heard at least three individuals in our class, snoring! My brain instantly left Africa and completely woke back up in class, disappointed I was not able to experience more. A few minutes later, Rainey had us all sit back in a circle and describe what we experienced. As soon as I began sharing my descriptions of my hut and wife, T, laying next to me, went "oh my God, that was me. I was just in a mud hut in Africa grinding grain for my husband." We looked at each other in utter astonishment and burst out laughing. She even described her skinny little legs and the surroundings. I suddenly understood why she looked so familiar to me, from the first time I saw her and why we got along so well instantly. My spirit recognized her's from a life time away in Africa. It also explains my love for the movies Out of Africa and Born Free. This turned out be one of many lifetime we shared together...........
When T and I had time to talk alone privately and discuss this relationship we once had as husband and wife, we decided to try to regress each other that afternoon for the one on one session. Needless to say, it was an utter failure. The energy between us was out of control and totally distracted the both of us causing us to laugh like young children. The connection and past life memories came screaming back to us, but this time it was as Plains Indians. We knew we had reunited once again, from a place we both loved and from a place we were both very happy in. We could not successfully regress one another, but later when my friend J regressed me, this is what I experienced.
As I walked through the symbolic doorway, I noticed I was now tracking an antelope on a grassy plain. I was looking intently at the ground for the animal's tracks. I was again a male Native American warrior, with long black hair and bare feet. In the next event, there was a big celebration around a fire, with the males that were successful in the day's hunt dancing to the rhythm of the drums. I remember being very proud of my kill and of my maleness as a warrior, as were all the warriors. Sitting right off to the side, is a beautiful woman with long black hair and a buckskin dress smiling and flirting with me as I dance.I taunt her staying just out of her reach. When J, takes me to the next event, I am now in this girl's teepee laying on a buffalo hide beside her. We are laughing and having fun. I am proud to be a male. When J, asks me if there is someone in this lifetime, I recognize today, I instantly KNOW the beautiful woman on the buffalo hide with me is T. I am so happy in this lifetime, living free and hunting to feed the tribe. I do not want to come back.
Wow! When J brought me back to the present, at first I smiled at the love in my heart, but soon my heart got very heavy at the thought of the beautiful, happy life I once lived with T and the tribe, as a Plains Indian warrior that I no longer live in. Ooochh. I don't remember the feelings of loneliness there or confusion as to my role in society, nor questioning where the food came from or what was in it. My life there was real, and pure with zero ulterior motives or desires (such as money, and ownership) and we lived free.
Namaste
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The Journey to Sedona..My Past Life Regressions-Back to the Native world (part 5)
Due to privacy issues, I'd love to share in detail some of the past life experiences of my classmates, but out of respect I will not, but I will share in detail my own past life regressions and some overall lessons for today's life, by everyone. It's important to know that before the actual regression begins, a long time is spent doing mental and physical relaxation techniques and releasing the mental need to analyze. Once the regressor feels you are relaxed and have done some practice sensory exercises, you are walked down a hallway, and through a symbolic door to your past. This is what I saw and experienced: (My first past life group regression)
As I exit the symbolic door, I look up to see, I am now standing in a big Indian village. The teepees and people are as clear to me as the snow outside my window. I look down at my legs and feet, and they are slender and mocha brown. My body is strong, lean and muscular and I am male. I notice the hair hanging down on my shoulders is so black, it is almost gleams blue. My body is covered in buckskin. I look over and see strips of meat hanging on a wooden drying rack high enough so the dogs can't get it, being smoked by the embers of a fire underneath. I can smell the jerky as the scent enters my nose. It smells like home. I see men sitting around carefully chipping rocks into arrowheads. There are children running and playing all over. The day is good. When Rainey tells us to go to our first event in this lifetime, I am now inside the teepee rolling and laughing with one of my wives and two of my children on a buffalo hide. I am so happy, so in love. I feel guilty I do not show all my wives this affection. Then Rainey, tells us to go to the second life event. I am now in battle, chasing a white man that is a leader against us. In the middle of the pursuit, I think back to our village and instantly know I should not have left and with horror in my heart, turn around and go back. It is too late, my whole family is dead. It's too much for me to bare. I don't want to do this anymore. Then third life event. I am a broken man. It's hard for me to speak through the anguish. When I hear Rainey, say "Do you have a message to yourself for this life" I hear the words from the broken me, say "Do Better Than Me." When Rainey asks us "is there someone you need to forgive in this life?" I respond silently to myself "I will never forgive the wasicun (white) man for what they done" and that was all I could take. I forced myself back to the now and opened my eyes. I wanted to run outside up the trail to the safety of the mountain side and cry like a baby, but I didn't. I was afraid I'd go back to my life as Gall, and I did.
After this morning, we then broke into groups of 3 for afternoon regressions. My kind classmate named G, the only other one from Colorado, was the first one to regress me one on one, E taking the notes: This is what occurred.
The symbolic doorway is instantly an oval teepee door entrance that I am leaning over to get inside to. The teepee is almost dark inside from so much black smoke covering the walls, despite the fact I know it is day. The smell of smoke is thick and hangs in the air. I am home. As instructed, I look down at my feet and see moccasins on them with long black feathers attached to the toes. My body is strong, lean, tan and I am a younger man. I can't see my black hair cause it is covered by a black feathered headdress. I am wearing a leather thong, my chest is bare. In my strong hands I hold a rattle, shaking it. I am a Shaman. I am alone. My teepee is a distance away from the tribe, because the magic is too strong for others to be near. I spend so much time in spirit world, praying for the tribe and making magic. I try to guide the tribe. I lead the ceremonies for the people. I sleep on a bear hide and there is bear skull by my fire. Food is brought to me by the people, since I do not hunt. I eat buffalo, birds, berries, roots. I eat by myself on a rock. I walk to move to other places. I spend much of my time in prayer. The Shaman is a man of power, a great responsibility. When Gina asks me where I am, I respond with "South Dakota." When she asks me to go to 1st event, this is what I see. The tribe is hungry. I can't do anything. There is no game. I am very sad. Where did the animals go? We're going to freeze. It's bad. It's very bad. The tribe is getting sick. They are hungry. The young ones are dying. I feel very bad I can't help them. 2nd event: People are crying and screaming. The women are crying & screaming because they are sick and hungry. Old ones are dying. The tribe is forced to eat the last remaining horses. It's a bad year. 3rd event: I don't want to be here any more. Too much sadness. I feel broken. The tribe is all dying. I want to die with them. It's almost over (the world for me and my people). I'm alive, but I don't want to be. Gina asks me how I die: "I freeze to death. They are all dead. I'm one of the last of the tribe. People are frozen in the snow. My last thought: "We are done." When Gina asks me what I see after spirit leaves body: "I can see all the frozen people and animals. How did this happen?" When Gina asks me the purpose or life lesson: "No lesson. to live. I just lived. I couldn't help them. When Gina asks what are my happiest moments: Dancing and singing. Saddest moments: When we all died. When Gina asks if I could have done anything better: "I did everything I could. I always helped others." When Gina asks, are there people in this lifetime that are now in current lifetime: "My friend Mary and Catherine." "I have a headache now. Stabbing in my head." I ask the guides for help. When Gina asks me, if there is a message to me for now, I respond: "To live, to be free." Message to the person I once was: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you died like that." Current life Balance of that life: "I don't know." As I was coming back, all I could say to G and El was "it sucked" (watching my people die). Needless to say, upon awakening it took me a long time to recover from this. It took hours to release the memory and emotions of that lifetime. I wasn't sure how much more of the regressions I could take, dreading to take another--yet now understanding why the Shaman way is so natural for me still and the world around me completely foreign. I instantly understood why I can't handle being confined in buildings or in groups of gossiping people. I have spent most of my time alone, in prayer, in the Spirit World. I still do!!!!!
I will continue to the next two positive (very happy) regression experiences later--both as warriors. It is hard for me to even write this bringing back the soul sadness for that time.
As I exit the symbolic door, I look up to see, I am now standing in a big Indian village. The teepees and people are as clear to me as the snow outside my window. I look down at my legs and feet, and they are slender and mocha brown. My body is strong, lean and muscular and I am male. I notice the hair hanging down on my shoulders is so black, it is almost gleams blue. My body is covered in buckskin. I look over and see strips of meat hanging on a wooden drying rack high enough so the dogs can't get it, being smoked by the embers of a fire underneath. I can smell the jerky as the scent enters my nose. It smells like home. I see men sitting around carefully chipping rocks into arrowheads. There are children running and playing all over. The day is good. When Rainey tells us to go to our first event in this lifetime, I am now inside the teepee rolling and laughing with one of my wives and two of my children on a buffalo hide. I am so happy, so in love. I feel guilty I do not show all my wives this affection. Then Rainey, tells us to go to the second life event. I am now in battle, chasing a white man that is a leader against us. In the middle of the pursuit, I think back to our village and instantly know I should not have left and with horror in my heart, turn around and go back. It is too late, my whole family is dead. It's too much for me to bare. I don't want to do this anymore. Then third life event. I am a broken man. It's hard for me to speak through the anguish. When I hear Rainey, say "Do you have a message to yourself for this life" I hear the words from the broken me, say "Do Better Than Me." When Rainey asks us "is there someone you need to forgive in this life?" I respond silently to myself "I will never forgive the wasicun (white) man for what they done" and that was all I could take. I forced myself back to the now and opened my eyes. I wanted to run outside up the trail to the safety of the mountain side and cry like a baby, but I didn't. I was afraid I'd go back to my life as Gall, and I did.
After this morning, we then broke into groups of 3 for afternoon regressions. My kind classmate named G, the only other one from Colorado, was the first one to regress me one on one, E taking the notes: This is what occurred.
The symbolic doorway is instantly an oval teepee door entrance that I am leaning over to get inside to. The teepee is almost dark inside from so much black smoke covering the walls, despite the fact I know it is day. The smell of smoke is thick and hangs in the air. I am home. As instructed, I look down at my feet and see moccasins on them with long black feathers attached to the toes. My body is strong, lean, tan and I am a younger man. I can't see my black hair cause it is covered by a black feathered headdress. I am wearing a leather thong, my chest is bare. In my strong hands I hold a rattle, shaking it. I am a Shaman. I am alone. My teepee is a distance away from the tribe, because the magic is too strong for others to be near. I spend so much time in spirit world, praying for the tribe and making magic. I try to guide the tribe. I lead the ceremonies for the people. I sleep on a bear hide and there is bear skull by my fire. Food is brought to me by the people, since I do not hunt. I eat buffalo, birds, berries, roots. I eat by myself on a rock. I walk to move to other places. I spend much of my time in prayer. The Shaman is a man of power, a great responsibility. When Gina asks me where I am, I respond with "South Dakota." When she asks me to go to 1st event, this is what I see. The tribe is hungry. I can't do anything. There is no game. I am very sad. Where did the animals go? We're going to freeze. It's bad. It's very bad. The tribe is getting sick. They are hungry. The young ones are dying. I feel very bad I can't help them. 2nd event: People are crying and screaming. The women are crying & screaming because they are sick and hungry. Old ones are dying. The tribe is forced to eat the last remaining horses. It's a bad year. 3rd event: I don't want to be here any more. Too much sadness. I feel broken. The tribe is all dying. I want to die with them. It's almost over (the world for me and my people). I'm alive, but I don't want to be. Gina asks me how I die: "I freeze to death. They are all dead. I'm one of the last of the tribe. People are frozen in the snow. My last thought: "We are done." When Gina asks me what I see after spirit leaves body: "I can see all the frozen people and animals. How did this happen?" When Gina asks me the purpose or life lesson: "No lesson. to live. I just lived. I couldn't help them. When Gina asks what are my happiest moments: Dancing and singing. Saddest moments: When we all died. When Gina asks if I could have done anything better: "I did everything I could. I always helped others." When Gina asks, are there people in this lifetime that are now in current lifetime: "My friend Mary and Catherine." "I have a headache now. Stabbing in my head." I ask the guides for help. When Gina asks me, if there is a message to me for now, I respond: "To live, to be free." Message to the person I once was: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you died like that." Current life Balance of that life: "I don't know." As I was coming back, all I could say to G and El was "it sucked" (watching my people die). Needless to say, upon awakening it took me a long time to recover from this. It took hours to release the memory and emotions of that lifetime. I wasn't sure how much more of the regressions I could take, dreading to take another--yet now understanding why the Shaman way is so natural for me still and the world around me completely foreign. I instantly understood why I can't handle being confined in buildings or in groups of gossiping people. I have spent most of my time alone, in prayer, in the Spirit World. I still do!!!!!
I will continue to the next two positive (very happy) regression experiences later--both as warriors. It is hard for me to even write this bringing back the soul sadness for that time.
The Journey to Sedona....My Amazing Class.....................................(part 4)
Today the skies are heavy, full of snow, lightly falling and finally covering the last of our green grass. A perfect morning to hibernate and write about, not only my amazing past life regression class, but the most metaphysically powerful group of people I've ever been around in my whole life. I didn't go there expecting anything metaphysical per se but it sure ended up that way. Let's just say, by the end of the week, I had no doubt I was sitting among a counsel of enlightened ones, having made the pact to come together many lifetimes ago.
On the first day of class, a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and ethereal blue eyes walked into the sliding glass door of our magical room. I'll call her "T". T's face was so distinctive and radiated such a purity, and innocence, my very first thought was "star child." Then I took notice of the instructors assistant, I'll call J. J, too emanated peace and kindness and a type of mystery and inner strength to her, completely veiling the advanced soul she really is and her humorous nature screaming to come out. Another amazing woman soon walked in, I'll call L. L had dangerously striking blue eyes set deep in her face, with really high cheekbones and an expression that resonated fierceness, from deep within her soul. (By the end of the week, when I recognized her soul from "the past," the expression on her face made perfect sense and left me in awe to her power & to the part she played in the history books. She was known as: Tashunke-Witke & the resemblance is striking still ). Then there was El, my motel roommate. She was the antithesis of me in her femininity, a true lady with a kind life outlook with a need for perfection to the energy in our home for the week. A beautiful soul with a guarded aura. And then there was a quiet, reflective man I'll call E. E and I seemed to have problems with dealing with so much energy in the room,with our "empath" abilities (meaning being incredibly sensitive to the energy/frequencies and emotions around us). We had to sit next to each other at times and touch each other's shoulders or knees to help the other one ground, which I was very grateful for. And then there was a beautiful classy black woman named M. M demanded respect and carried herself with total class and style. Her laughter created the rooms' frequency to rise to an even higher level than it all ready was. And of course, wise ole D. D is a wise, gentle woman from the South, with a kind and simple outlook on life. As the week wore on, I recognized her as one of the "Ancient Ones" to be sure. There were 8 more amazing women in this class in addition to the ones I listed above that I could literally write a page on each, but I will do my best to refrain or I'll never get the story finished. At the beginning of the week, I was totally ignorant to how special each and every person in the class really was. Very interestingly, I did notice right away that a few of the ladies had energies that conflicted with mine a bit, throwing a little spiritual challenge at me, but the amazing thing is, by the end of the week, I knew that somehow all the energies of everyone were needed to keep the balance of the group. I have never experienced such a powerful yin yang group in my entire life & sure I never will again. The Balance!
On this first day, we had to introduce ourselves and talk a little bit about who we are, our lives and the journey to get to Sedona. After hearing about the obstacles a number of people had to deal with to get to Sedona, I hesitantly shared my story of the missing time adventure. Stupid, I know, but I did. I knew it would scare many, or make them question my sanity, but I took a chance anyway, cause I knew anyone aware enough of the star people would instantly recognize what had occurred to me.
There was one introductory story, I would like share, (although I am going to change a few facts to protect her privacy) due to its importance to what occurred, once we began regressing and regressing others; one of the most amazing life lessons of all. A tall, very pretty blonde woman began telling the story of having to raise a grandchild that she had not planned on in her life. She expressed to the class, she couldn't understand why life presented her with the challenge of raising a disabled child at her age (near 40) and she was slightly resentful at having to do so. We all listened attentively to her hard, and humbling story touched by the challenges she was now presented with. She went into detail regarding the babies handicap, which is instrumental to know, in retrospect to what occurred in one of her past lives.
Once the standard class introductions were finished and Rainey went over the basic aspects to the class, we were then required everyday to regress someone (who always had to be different) and to be regressed everyday. The mornings were spent doing prayer/meditation, then a group past life regression and the afternoons were for one on one regressions until the evening portion of our class began. It was astonishing what was revealed in every regression. (please go to part 5)
On the first day of class, a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and ethereal blue eyes walked into the sliding glass door of our magical room. I'll call her "T". T's face was so distinctive and radiated such a purity, and innocence, my very first thought was "star child." Then I took notice of the instructors assistant, I'll call J. J, too emanated peace and kindness and a type of mystery and inner strength to her, completely veiling the advanced soul she really is and her humorous nature screaming to come out. Another amazing woman soon walked in, I'll call L. L had dangerously striking blue eyes set deep in her face, with really high cheekbones and an expression that resonated fierceness, from deep within her soul. (By the end of the week, when I recognized her soul from "the past," the expression on her face made perfect sense and left me in awe to her power & to the part she played in the history books. She was known as: Tashunke-Witke & the resemblance is striking still ). Then there was El, my motel roommate. She was the antithesis of me in her femininity, a true lady with a kind life outlook with a need for perfection to the energy in our home for the week. A beautiful soul with a guarded aura. And then there was a quiet, reflective man I'll call E. E and I seemed to have problems with dealing with so much energy in the room,with our "empath" abilities (meaning being incredibly sensitive to the energy/frequencies and emotions around us). We had to sit next to each other at times and touch each other's shoulders or knees to help the other one ground, which I was very grateful for. And then there was a beautiful classy black woman named M. M demanded respect and carried herself with total class and style. Her laughter created the rooms' frequency to rise to an even higher level than it all ready was. And of course, wise ole D. D is a wise, gentle woman from the South, with a kind and simple outlook on life. As the week wore on, I recognized her as one of the "Ancient Ones" to be sure. There were 8 more amazing women in this class in addition to the ones I listed above that I could literally write a page on each, but I will do my best to refrain or I'll never get the story finished. At the beginning of the week, I was totally ignorant to how special each and every person in the class really was. Very interestingly, I did notice right away that a few of the ladies had energies that conflicted with mine a bit, throwing a little spiritual challenge at me, but the amazing thing is, by the end of the week, I knew that somehow all the energies of everyone were needed to keep the balance of the group. I have never experienced such a powerful yin yang group in my entire life & sure I never will again. The Balance!
On this first day, we had to introduce ourselves and talk a little bit about who we are, our lives and the journey to get to Sedona. After hearing about the obstacles a number of people had to deal with to get to Sedona, I hesitantly shared my story of the missing time adventure. Stupid, I know, but I did. I knew it would scare many, or make them question my sanity, but I took a chance anyway, cause I knew anyone aware enough of the star people would instantly recognize what had occurred to me.
There was one introductory story, I would like share, (although I am going to change a few facts to protect her privacy) due to its importance to what occurred, once we began regressing and regressing others; one of the most amazing life lessons of all. A tall, very pretty blonde woman began telling the story of having to raise a grandchild that she had not planned on in her life. She expressed to the class, she couldn't understand why life presented her with the challenge of raising a disabled child at her age (near 40) and she was slightly resentful at having to do so. We all listened attentively to her hard, and humbling story touched by the challenges she was now presented with. She went into detail regarding the babies handicap, which is instrumental to know, in retrospect to what occurred in one of her past lives.
Once the standard class introductions were finished and Rainey went over the basic aspects to the class, we were then required everyday to regress someone (who always had to be different) and to be regressed everyday. The mornings were spent doing prayer/meditation, then a group past life regression and the afternoons were for one on one regressions until the evening portion of our class began. It was astonishing what was revealed in every regression. (please go to part 5)
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Thank you She-Who-Sees....A dedication to Mary Summer Rain & No-Eyes pg 4-Final pages
doing. They not like state taking sons to war. Peoples gonna hide sons away. Sonna gonna run to other countries even.” State gonna reinstate the draft. “State gonna do that for sure. State need more sons to fight wars, wars that be no wars even.” And the people will resist by sending their sons away or moving the entire family to a different country.
61. Pg 131 “State peoples see how strong people be. They see how strong peoples feel ‘bout war stuff, tax stuff. State peoples be confused, they fight together.” State peoples fight state peoples. State peoples be mixed up. They not agree no more on law stuff. It gonna be big fight.” The gov’t will have its own inner revolt.” Stuff gonna come anyways.
62. Pg 135-136 Phoenix is flying free. “He gonna glide and bring truth, freedom to all peoples who be left.”
Will there be a government left? “Yup. It be good one. It gonna be one for all peoples.”
What ‘ll cause the earth to suddenly settle? (And it became clear as I thought about what had caused it to become angered in the first place.)“The peace of men will settle the earth.” “Men get so bad they make Earth Mother shake, boil and explode even. Then men be good, they be peaceful have good vibrations again. Earth Mother gonna like that, she settle back down, be peaceful. Besides, Phoenix be out flying free then” He’ll bring peaceful times for those who are left.
63. Pg 136. “The Indian Nation going to rise again because the peaceful people are going to be aware! They’re going to see that the Indians believed and lived the right way all along-the Earthway. They’re going to seek them out to learn more from them. All peoples gonna be equal, be like brothers-be one peoples.” There not gonna be any superior races when Phoenix be flying free.
64. Pg 137 relaxation technique to astral project back to the Corridor of Time.
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65. Pg 138 In future. Cows now old, wheat, corn and alfalfa growing nicely. Circular houses now being built and partially underground & utilized the sun for their only source of power. No power tools; all men using manually sawing and nailing. “Earth Mother like houses in earth. She like being one to hold people.” They be round to keep unity of energy within. Churches outside. Prayed Indian style. No leader, as a unit. There be woods full of deer families too, rabbit and elk families. There be prairies full of buffalo families free too. 66. Pg 141 All peoples gonna go back, gonna live like Indian. They take spirit ways of Indian. They gonna live in peace with all life, with Earth Mother, just like Indian gonna show them to. Rhythm of great new universal heartbeat.
67. Pg 144 “My heart, my spirit,my memory is totally Indian, and yet, where is my Indian nation? I look at the world and everything in it through the eyes of an Indian. I…I think like an old, old Indian yet….”
Pg 147 According to No-Eyes, we can‘t compose our own songs or write our own life‘s endings. We merely march to the individual tune or follow the path that fate has penned for us. “…Our final destination often turns out to be something far different than what we were expecting, planning, or searching for.
Pg 149 “Many peoples not recognize truth no matter who have it. They in shock to see somebody with real truth. Real truth represent great powers.”
Thank you No-Eyes and thank you Mary. I can't believe we have not met in our lives!! (at least in the physical.smile)
61. Pg 131 “State peoples see how strong people be. They see how strong peoples feel ‘bout war stuff, tax stuff. State peoples be confused, they fight together.” State peoples fight state peoples. State peoples be mixed up. They not agree no more on law stuff. It gonna be big fight.” The gov’t will have its own inner revolt.” Stuff gonna come anyways.
62. Pg 135-136 Phoenix is flying free. “He gonna glide and bring truth, freedom to all peoples who be left.”
Will there be a government left? “Yup. It be good one. It gonna be one for all peoples.”
What ‘ll cause the earth to suddenly settle? (And it became clear as I thought about what had caused it to become angered in the first place.)“The peace of men will settle the earth.” “Men get so bad they make Earth Mother shake, boil and explode even. Then men be good, they be peaceful have good vibrations again. Earth Mother gonna like that, she settle back down, be peaceful. Besides, Phoenix be out flying free then” He’ll bring peaceful times for those who are left.
63. Pg 136. “The Indian Nation going to rise again because the peaceful people are going to be aware! They’re going to see that the Indians believed and lived the right way all along-the Earthway. They’re going to seek them out to learn more from them. All peoples gonna be equal, be like brothers-be one peoples.” There not gonna be any superior races when Phoenix be flying free.
64. Pg 137 relaxation technique to astral project back to the Corridor of Time.
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65. Pg 138 In future. Cows now old, wheat, corn and alfalfa growing nicely. Circular houses now being built and partially underground & utilized the sun for their only source of power. No power tools; all men using manually sawing and nailing. “Earth Mother like houses in earth. She like being one to hold people.” They be round to keep unity of energy within. Churches outside. Prayed Indian style. No leader, as a unit. There be woods full of deer families too, rabbit and elk families. There be prairies full of buffalo families free too. 66. Pg 141 All peoples gonna go back, gonna live like Indian. They take spirit ways of Indian. They gonna live in peace with all life, with Earth Mother, just like Indian gonna show them to. Rhythm of great new universal heartbeat.
67. Pg 144 “My heart, my spirit,my memory is totally Indian, and yet, where is my Indian nation? I look at the world and everything in it through the eyes of an Indian. I…I think like an old, old Indian yet….”
Pg 147 According to No-Eyes, we can‘t compose our own songs or write our own life‘s endings. We merely march to the individual tune or follow the path that fate has penned for us. “…Our final destination often turns out to be something far different than what we were expecting, planning, or searching for.
Pg 149 “Many peoples not recognize truth no matter who have it. They in shock to see somebody with real truth. Real truth represent great powers.”
Thank you No-Eyes and thank you Mary. I can't believe we have not met in our lives!! (at least in the physical.smile)
Thank you She-Who-Sees....A dedication to Mary Summer Rain & No-Eyes pg 3
Pg 87 ms “Will they actually go to war?” “Tiny stuff” “No-eyes say tiny ‘cause they not gonna be big bomb stuff. They no gonna send big bombs.”
Pg 88 “Now, No-Eyes say wars be tiny ‘ cause many, many of them gonna go on all over. They gonna have American boys in many, many different lands. They gonna be fighting all over, see?” In Russia? Nope. They fight in little countries, many different little countries.” But no nuclear missiles, right?” “That right”
Pg 91 (Phoenix be fledgling now. Phoenix gonna spread wings out side.) That mean he spreading trying wings. That mean he be ready for break away time. Peoples gonna do stuff like that too. Peoples gonna get ready to be free, free in mind.
Pg 94 “The government will begin interfering with the Church. The gov’t will be able to dictate, tell the Church what to do. It gonna put many hands in many churches even. Infighting between Church and State. That begin peoples’ questions. Peoples gonna see stuff they no believe before.”
Pg 94/95 People gonna see new beings. Beings gonna come more, much more. They come from there.” She pointed to the sky. Beings gonna show more and more. They no gonna hide, play games. It be time they show they be really here all ‘long.”…They gonna have to believe. It not be good when peoples gonna question state ‘bout stuff state already know ‘bout for long time. They gonna be plenty angry at state. They gonna want to know why state hide stuff from people. This gonna make people no trust state.” “Peoples gonna be much angry at Church too even.”
Pg 99 Truth be here all time! Truth no hide behind the cottonwood tree. It not sleep under that big rock. It no hide in some dark cave. Summer, truth be here all ‘long. Peoples no see it before, they no see it now even. Some gonna find truth. Some no find truth. It gonna be just like all time before. Summer, peoples always gonna come up with excuse to no believe stuff. Ms “Yet, you’re saying that because of people’s wants, their overblown egos, they’re going to deny the solid proof?” “Yup” There’ll be some people who will see the light.” Many, many peoples gonna wake up here. Many peoples gonna change & be new, different. Aliens gonna talk, touch, teach even. Aliens gonna prove stuff. They gonna try to help peoples here.”
Pg 100 re: too late for physical survival. No-Eyes “Survival of what, Summer? What they
gonna need to save? Bodies? Or Spirits?/ See? It already gonna be too late for peoples to save bodies. What be most important here Summer? Spirit be most important. Peoples who believe after they accept gonna be okay. See? …..They not gonna have time to save body, they gonna wake up in time to save spirit. That big advance for peoples’ spirit. That be what life ‘bout anyways, see? The others not listen without proof’ cause they not want to be put out. They love possessions stuff too much. They be like many peoples Summer cry ‘bout now.
Pg 101 Paranormal acceptance by many
***Pg 105 The laws of karma. Ms. “When well understood, the law of karma naturally creates good people. This law is the grand equalizer of men. It makes people think twice before uttering unkind words or repeating idle gossip. It makes people honest and trustworthy. It makes people put others first. It makes people less inclined to criticize the actions of others. The law of karma is the most beautiful truth we have, for it gives the foundation of soul justice to all other spiritual concepts.
***Pg 107 “No-Eyes said that the future tribulations of mankind were not going to be caused by God’s final wrath, but rather caused by the deepening negative vibrations set up by mankind itself.” ms “What have we brought upon ourselves?” Now, we need to become as the little children; trusting, believing and filled with unshakable faith.
Pg 108 - After he spread wings in and out he gonna stop. He gonna listen hard. He not like what he know coming and he gonna speak. He gonna let out terrible screech noises. He cry in great wail for people’s future.” He cry for both peoples and for what he see coming.
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What’s coming:
51. Pg 109 “Phoenix be ready to warn. Phoenix gonna screech loud and long. His wail gonna come same time as nuclear stuff. Peoples’ stupid. They got live stuff buried inside Earth Mother. She no like that stuff. It hurt her bad, it burn her real bad. Earth Mother cry in pain. She gonna try to get rid of bad burning stuff peoples put there. She gonnado it too. No-Eyes mean nuclear stuff that burn Earth Mother. Radiation. Radioactive materials and waste. Earth Mother sick and tired of peoples burning waste in her breast. She gonna give it back to peoples. She gonna show peoples how bad she hurt. She give peoples back their own bad medicine even. Ms. “Is the earth going to have quakes at the dump sites?” “Two spots only.” Will affect ten, maybe twelve areas. Some gonna be populated areas. Ms. “If two will have quakes, what will the others have? What will they seep from?” They just gonna ooze up. Thousands will be in terrible danger. “They finally gonna get back what they cause on Earth Mother.” “It no matter what peoples do the dump stuff. What matters here be that the dump stuff be done. The act itself be what important here. There be no justice done to Earth Mother. Earth Mother gonna send burning stuff back up out of scarred breast. That all. She not mean to hurt back peoples-only get rid of stuff that hurt.
52. Pg 111 “What Earth Mother’s posed to do? Peoples think they so smart! They think they so advanced. They advance right into own made disaster. Peoples be dumb. Peoples be stupid dumb with advance stuff. They no see! They no see stuff they do even!”
53. Pg 112 (Summer, Indian nation gonna rise up again like great Phoenix do. Indian nation gonna be as one. It gonna be strong like before.) Earth Mother gonna dump burn stuff back up
into peoples’ face. That be only start…” Big nuclear plants gonna get close to danger. Summer give word for that stuff.” ms “I thought about what she might mean by danger and I explained what a meltdown was.” “That be right word. All plants not gonna do that stuff buy they gonna get close-real close (Japan’s fuchsia plant now at meltdown point). Ms Will they be closed down? No-Eyes merely shook her head. “Oh for God’s sake! What next?”
54. Pg 113 Next Phoenix gonna screech when other burn stuff leak out. He gonna….” Different radioactive material?” “Yup. This be war stuff.” She had to mean chemical warfare materials. Or maybe highly radioactive weapons. And my first thought sped like an arrow toward the Rocky Mtn Arsenal (in Commerce City). “No-Eyes, you wouldn’t by any chance mean that something will happen at the Rocky Mtn Arsenal.” “Yup” “There’s going to be an accident?” “Earth Mother gonna be upset. She gonna shake it bad.”
55. Pg 113 “There gonna be nuclear leak stuff happen, but there also gonna be two last big ones go off. They be in spots where many peoples be. They gonna get many peoples. “ Real meltdowns? And the deadly silence that followed said it all.
56. Pg 116 re:No-Eyes mood regarding previous information. “Seems one man’s grief is another’s joy.”
57. Pg 118 Mary dreams of chaos and bloodshed in the cities with roving gangs, rioting and blood all over the ground. She dreams of a blinding flash and a mushroom cloud. This dream was created by No-Eyes so Mary understands gravity of situation. (pg 122)
. Pg 120 No-Eyes makes a narcotic for Mary to sleep at night and also enough to help put peoples that are suffering permanently to sleep. “Summer not realize how she gonna help peoples in future. Stuff gonna be bad for peoples. Peoples gonna hurt so bad they never gonna get better. This stuff gonna ease suffering of dying peoples, see?”
59. Pg 122 (discussing mary’s dream) “This time all peoples be minor peoples.” Who’s left to be superior? State peoples. “State (meaning the US gov’t) peoples first gonna make 2 or 3 bad laws for peoples. People not gonna have say ’bout these laws. These laws be made in big building in state. The gov’t will make a few laws without the people voting on them. *****There be seven or eight men in dark dresses.” No-Eyes, those people are called the Supreme Court justices. “They make laws to take away peoples’ private life, private rights to spirit ways, private everything even!”
Mary- “That would leave us with a police state! Are you absolutely certain about this?” “Yup” (Riots now?)*******“It gonna look like no big thing at first, bit it gonna get more and more strong over peoples’ private stuff.” “These riots gonna be all over. It gonna go on over all land. But gonna be start of finish.” The mushroom cloud rose sickeningly clear. “What will the nuclear explosion be from?? “I think the Earth Mother will quake and cause seepage of radioactive waste, a few nuclear plants will get close to having accidents, two will actually have a total meltdown and then…And then the nuclear war exchange will occur. One will strike New York City and one will strike the arsenal and blow it away.” “who sends them, No-Eyes?” No answer. “Cleaning up, the caring for the survivors will be what’s most important-the healing.”
60. Pg 129 “Now great Phoenix gonna crouch down like this. He get ready to leave Earth Mother who give him birth. He gonna get ready to fly free over lands.” This be time when many stuff gonna stop. When Phoenix courched, peoples gonna turn stuff ‘round. They be plenty angry at state. They fight back.” People will refuse to pay their taxes. They be tired of paying so many monies. They not pay more until laws change. But tax stuff only be one stuff peoples gonna stop (cont to last page- 4)
Pg 88 “Now, No-Eyes say wars be tiny ‘ cause many, many of them gonna go on all over. They gonna have American boys in many, many different lands. They gonna be fighting all over, see?” In Russia? Nope. They fight in little countries, many different little countries.” But no nuclear missiles, right?” “That right”
Pg 91 (Phoenix be fledgling now. Phoenix gonna spread wings out side.) That mean he spreading trying wings. That mean he be ready for break away time. Peoples gonna do stuff like that too. Peoples gonna get ready to be free, free in mind.
Pg 94 “The government will begin interfering with the Church. The gov’t will be able to dictate, tell the Church what to do. It gonna put many hands in many churches even. Infighting between Church and State. That begin peoples’ questions. Peoples gonna see stuff they no believe before.”
Pg 94/95 People gonna see new beings. Beings gonna come more, much more. They come from there.” She pointed to the sky. Beings gonna show more and more. They no gonna hide, play games. It be time they show they be really here all ‘long.”…They gonna have to believe. It not be good when peoples gonna question state ‘bout stuff state already know ‘bout for long time. They gonna be plenty angry at state. They gonna want to know why state hide stuff from people. This gonna make people no trust state.” “Peoples gonna be much angry at Church too even.”
Pg 99 Truth be here all time! Truth no hide behind the cottonwood tree. It not sleep under that big rock. It no hide in some dark cave. Summer, truth be here all ‘long. Peoples no see it before, they no see it now even. Some gonna find truth. Some no find truth. It gonna be just like all time before. Summer, peoples always gonna come up with excuse to no believe stuff. Ms “Yet, you’re saying that because of people’s wants, their overblown egos, they’re going to deny the solid proof?” “Yup” There’ll be some people who will see the light.” Many, many peoples gonna wake up here. Many peoples gonna change & be new, different. Aliens gonna talk, touch, teach even. Aliens gonna prove stuff. They gonna try to help peoples here.”
Pg 100 re: too late for physical survival. No-Eyes “Survival of what, Summer? What they
gonna need to save? Bodies? Or Spirits?/ See? It already gonna be too late for peoples to save bodies. What be most important here Summer? Spirit be most important. Peoples who believe after they accept gonna be okay. See? …..They not gonna have time to save body, they gonna wake up in time to save spirit. That big advance for peoples’ spirit. That be what life ‘bout anyways, see? The others not listen without proof’ cause they not want to be put out. They love possessions stuff too much. They be like many peoples Summer cry ‘bout now.
Pg 101 Paranormal acceptance by many
***Pg 105 The laws of karma. Ms. “When well understood, the law of karma naturally creates good people. This law is the grand equalizer of men. It makes people think twice before uttering unkind words or repeating idle gossip. It makes people honest and trustworthy. It makes people put others first. It makes people less inclined to criticize the actions of others. The law of karma is the most beautiful truth we have, for it gives the foundation of soul justice to all other spiritual concepts.
***Pg 107 “No-Eyes said that the future tribulations of mankind were not going to be caused by God’s final wrath, but rather caused by the deepening negative vibrations set up by mankind itself.” ms “What have we brought upon ourselves?” Now, we need to become as the little children; trusting, believing and filled with unshakable faith.
Pg 108 - After he spread wings in and out he gonna stop. He gonna listen hard. He not like what he know coming and he gonna speak. He gonna let out terrible screech noises. He cry in great wail for people’s future.” He cry for both peoples and for what he see coming.
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What’s coming:
51. Pg 109 “Phoenix be ready to warn. Phoenix gonna screech loud and long. His wail gonna come same time as nuclear stuff. Peoples’ stupid. They got live stuff buried inside Earth Mother. She no like that stuff. It hurt her bad, it burn her real bad. Earth Mother cry in pain. She gonna try to get rid of bad burning stuff peoples put there. She gonnado it too. No-Eyes mean nuclear stuff that burn Earth Mother. Radiation. Radioactive materials and waste. Earth Mother sick and tired of peoples burning waste in her breast. She gonna give it back to peoples. She gonna show peoples how bad she hurt. She give peoples back their own bad medicine even. Ms. “Is the earth going to have quakes at the dump sites?” “Two spots only.” Will affect ten, maybe twelve areas. Some gonna be populated areas. Ms. “If two will have quakes, what will the others have? What will they seep from?” They just gonna ooze up. Thousands will be in terrible danger. “They finally gonna get back what they cause on Earth Mother.” “It no matter what peoples do the dump stuff. What matters here be that the dump stuff be done. The act itself be what important here. There be no justice done to Earth Mother. Earth Mother gonna send burning stuff back up out of scarred breast. That all. She not mean to hurt back peoples-only get rid of stuff that hurt.
52. Pg 111 “What Earth Mother’s posed to do? Peoples think they so smart! They think they so advanced. They advance right into own made disaster. Peoples be dumb. Peoples be stupid dumb with advance stuff. They no see! They no see stuff they do even!”
53. Pg 112 (Summer, Indian nation gonna rise up again like great Phoenix do. Indian nation gonna be as one. It gonna be strong like before.) Earth Mother gonna dump burn stuff back up
into peoples’ face. That be only start…” Big nuclear plants gonna get close to danger. Summer give word for that stuff.” ms “I thought about what she might mean by danger and I explained what a meltdown was.” “That be right word. All plants not gonna do that stuff buy they gonna get close-real close (Japan’s fuchsia plant now at meltdown point). Ms Will they be closed down? No-Eyes merely shook her head. “Oh for God’s sake! What next?”
54. Pg 113 Next Phoenix gonna screech when other burn stuff leak out. He gonna….” Different radioactive material?” “Yup. This be war stuff.” She had to mean chemical warfare materials. Or maybe highly radioactive weapons. And my first thought sped like an arrow toward the Rocky Mtn Arsenal (in Commerce City). “No-Eyes, you wouldn’t by any chance mean that something will happen at the Rocky Mtn Arsenal.” “Yup” “There’s going to be an accident?” “Earth Mother gonna be upset. She gonna shake it bad.”
55. Pg 113 “There gonna be nuclear leak stuff happen, but there also gonna be two last big ones go off. They be in spots where many peoples be. They gonna get many peoples. “ Real meltdowns? And the deadly silence that followed said it all.
56. Pg 116 re:No-Eyes mood regarding previous information. “Seems one man’s grief is another’s joy.”
57. Pg 118 Mary dreams of chaos and bloodshed in the cities with roving gangs, rioting and blood all over the ground. She dreams of a blinding flash and a mushroom cloud. This dream was created by No-Eyes so Mary understands gravity of situation. (pg 122)
. Pg 120 No-Eyes makes a narcotic for Mary to sleep at night and also enough to help put peoples that are suffering permanently to sleep. “Summer not realize how she gonna help peoples in future. Stuff gonna be bad for peoples. Peoples gonna hurt so bad they never gonna get better. This stuff gonna ease suffering of dying peoples, see?”
59. Pg 122 (discussing mary’s dream) “This time all peoples be minor peoples.” Who’s left to be superior? State peoples. “State (meaning the US gov’t) peoples first gonna make 2 or 3 bad laws for peoples. People not gonna have say ’bout these laws. These laws be made in big building in state. The gov’t will make a few laws without the people voting on them. *****There be seven or eight men in dark dresses.” No-Eyes, those people are called the Supreme Court justices. “They make laws to take away peoples’ private life, private rights to spirit ways, private everything even!”
Mary- “That would leave us with a police state! Are you absolutely certain about this?” “Yup” (Riots now?)*******“It gonna look like no big thing at first, bit it gonna get more and more strong over peoples’ private stuff.” “These riots gonna be all over. It gonna go on over all land. But gonna be start of finish.” The mushroom cloud rose sickeningly clear. “What will the nuclear explosion be from?? “I think the Earth Mother will quake and cause seepage of radioactive waste, a few nuclear plants will get close to having accidents, two will actually have a total meltdown and then…And then the nuclear war exchange will occur. One will strike New York City and one will strike the arsenal and blow it away.” “who sends them, No-Eyes?” No answer. “Cleaning up, the caring for the survivors will be what’s most important-the healing.”
60. Pg 129 “Now great Phoenix gonna crouch down like this. He get ready to leave Earth Mother who give him birth. He gonna get ready to fly free over lands.” This be time when many stuff gonna stop. When Phoenix courched, peoples gonna turn stuff ‘round. They be plenty angry at state. They fight back.” People will refuse to pay their taxes. They be tired of paying so many monies. They not pay more until laws change. But tax stuff only be one stuff peoples gonna stop (cont to last page- 4)
Thank you She-Who-Sees....A dedication to Mary Summer Rain & No-Eyes pg 2
Pg 34 “The earth couldn’t move that much without having to release the tremendously intensified buildup of pressure. Volcanoes. Ms “It would stand to reason that, logically, if the plates were in such a forceful movement, then the pressure would indeed be unbearable for earth’s delicate crust to retain w/o more avenues of release.” “No-Eyes, there will be more volcano activity, right?” “Yup. Many more stuff gonna be coming out. This time many more peoples move away. Hot rocks gonna take many houses. Hot rocks be all over stuff. Earth Mother blow and blow stuff all over.” Gonna be volcanoes all over, old holes be hot again. Peoples better go in bug hurry. I see land blow high where no land blow before. New volcanoes. Ms “What about the Rocky Mountains: What about Pikes Peak, then?” No-eyes shook her head sadly. “Yup, Summer better move too. Maybe Pikes Peak only gonna shuddr, rumble some. Summer better move anyway.
Pg 35 Earth Mother gonna breathe real hard. She gonna blow her breath all over. It be fire hot. It gonna dry land up. Big part of land gonna be all dry. It gonna be burned crispy.” leading to the dust bowl and food production.
Pg 35. “Devastating effect on food production in America causing all types of food shortages. The dryness was also going to ignite massive widespread fires. Earth mother’s breathe gonna blow down over farms, through cities, in mountains even. She even blow waters’ round lands. Breath gonna take plenty waters over many lands.
Pg 35 Tornadoes were going to increase and be a common occurrence. Hurricanes would increase and their intensity would be more fierce than usual. Widespread areas of massive flooding.
Pg 35 “She go like that and make fast, powerful breaths. Many people gonna feel stuff. They gonna die when she do that.” The wind in quick gusts. It blow people’s cars. It blow people’s boats and trains before they know it coming even!” Freak accidents will be caused by the sudden strong gusts of wind.
Pg 43 What ‘bout energy from Earth Mother’s powerful magnet circle?” Teach Summer go look round corners. Peoples gone too far too fast. They gone too fast in wrong direction. They miss right road way back in time.”
Pg 44 “Behind my eyes I sensed the familiar light-headedness. My consciousness was involuntarily beginning to rise into that initial stage of alpha.”
***Pg 45 : re: freak accidents with all forms of travel and their causes. Ms “Why is that? What is going to make all forms of travel so dangerous?” “ Summer no remember what No-Eyes say ’bout Earth Watchers who no more keep stuff from happening?” ms “You told me about how they have always favorably interfered with accidents and negative weather systems to prevent mass deaths. But that now they’re letting humanity make its own unaware errors. You said that most accidents occur because of the gross unawareness in man’s conscious mind. And you also said that it’s time the Earth Watchers have to let the people see how careless they have been all along.” People no make important time for aware stuff.
Pg 46 “Peoples never gonna learn. It too late anyways. People love lazy path. Peoples be dumb, that all.” “Summer, it be too bad peoples no can see stuff. It be too, too bad.” “Too bad people don’t develop their senses like the four-leggeds.”
Pg 52 Astral projection techniques to mystical highway with all types of beings.
Pg 54 Same vision I had laughing at funny looking being and being admonished by No-Eyes. Mary did the same thing.
Pg 62 re: Earth Watchers no longer protecting unaware peoples. “Summer when Earth Watchers always be helping to cover up peoples mistakes, peoples no learn!” God was indeed letting His people make their own decisions, realizations, and mistakes without any outside protective force involved.
Pg 63 “No stuff ever be like thy look.”
Pg 63 “Peoples gonna just snap minds. They gonna go crazy. They gonna do much crazy stuff-crazy sudden murder.” (exam: milkman killing woman inside. Mother killing 2 young children)
Pg 65 re: killing children due to financial hardship. Ms “Heaven is within the Being of God. Heaven is only for those with a purified spirit. You have done an unthinkable thing here. You must realize that before we can go on.”
Pg 67 re: spirit of woman talking about heaven. ms “You’re going to judge yourself.”
Pg 70 Peoples gonna need way to beat bad money stuff, remember? Peoples in big jobs gonna do bad stuff at work. It gonna happen much.
Pg 70 Bubonic plague - Re-emergence of dreaded diseases
Pg 72 re: revealing dates. “Even though there were future dates pinpointed for each specific happening, I was not to reveal them for 2 reasons: First has to do with placing fear in the minds of people. If dates revealed, who would then take the time to read the warning signs? “After the final devastations, the Great Spirit’s harvest of souls would include only those who were aware enough to listen and to heed the many signs that had been given.” Secondly, has to do with the Law of Probabilities. Even though a specific happening shows a certain date in the future for becoming a reality, this date may fluctuate due to the direct interaction of many determining factors. In other words, there are many influences that can alter a foreseen date.
Pg 73 “ A knowledgeable person must never place any credence in such a prophesied date without first considering its dramatic alteration by numberless probabilities.
Pg 73: re: horrible events not happening. “Sorry, they are forthcoming.” The only aspect that could possibly alter them would be the order of their sequence and could end up occurring simultaneously. We must watch for the signs that re sure to come. “
Pg 73 Need to start living the Earth way: stop eating meat due to carcinogens and the heaviness of the meat itself kept the physical body in such a lowered rate of vibration.. Mix own herbal medicinal formulas, even lotions. Get a greenhouse.
Pg 73 “To me, the world was nearing the brink of its final downfall.”
Pg 78 re: Mary’s past life as Indian She Who Sees. “ Blood not important here. This!” she beat her thin chest, “this be what most important! Listen now. This be important spirit lesson. Spirit, soul, that what be most important.” Summer have what be called a carryover spirit. Summer have carryover Indian soul! That why you be one with forest. That why you cry so bad ‘bout Indian peoples. That why Summer led to No-Eyes woods even! It be carryover Indian soul that make Summer so Indian now!” ms “I had been as a lost child seeking the only thing I would identify most with-my true home.
Pg 81 re: Mary hating Indian parade. “ I was angered that an Indian parade would include men in Civil War uniforms. That angered me. I wanted to scream at them. No-Eyes, I actually hated the sight of them! I had an intense urge to run at them and strike them, claw their eyes out.” No-Eyes- “The Sleeping memory had stirred the carryover soul! The carryover soul memory dominated the moment!” ms “I cried because of how beautiful Indian life used to be……..
(Where we are at now) Pg 86 The governments will be in massive debts to each other, with none being able to recoup their income from the people’s taxes or from industrial revenues or from foreign import taxes. Now countries gonna be angry at each other. They gonna be in much bad shape. Peoples gonna be hurting bad. Countries gonna look round for somebody to put blame on. They gonna want to fight. They gonna take monies they got and make war stuff, see?” No war be logical. But this move, this war move by many countries gonna be only threat stuff. It be way to show peoples how they can be strong, how they can protect. “New countries gonna make nuclear bombs too even” (now Iran).”Little ones.” ms: Are these people light skinned? Nope, Yellow? Humph. They are they brown?” “Yup, they be brown.”
(cont on part 3)
Pg 35 Earth Mother gonna breathe real hard. She gonna blow her breath all over. It be fire hot. It gonna dry land up. Big part of land gonna be all dry. It gonna be burned crispy.” leading to the dust bowl and food production.
Pg 35. “Devastating effect on food production in America causing all types of food shortages. The dryness was also going to ignite massive widespread fires. Earth mother’s breathe gonna blow down over farms, through cities, in mountains even. She even blow waters’ round lands. Breath gonna take plenty waters over many lands.
Pg 35 Tornadoes were going to increase and be a common occurrence. Hurricanes would increase and their intensity would be more fierce than usual. Widespread areas of massive flooding.
Pg 35 “She go like that and make fast, powerful breaths. Many people gonna feel stuff. They gonna die when she do that.” The wind in quick gusts. It blow people’s cars. It blow people’s boats and trains before they know it coming even!” Freak accidents will be caused by the sudden strong gusts of wind.
Pg 43 What ‘bout energy from Earth Mother’s powerful magnet circle?” Teach Summer go look round corners. Peoples gone too far too fast. They gone too fast in wrong direction. They miss right road way back in time.”
Pg 44 “Behind my eyes I sensed the familiar light-headedness. My consciousness was involuntarily beginning to rise into that initial stage of alpha.”
***Pg 45 : re: freak accidents with all forms of travel and their causes. Ms “Why is that? What is going to make all forms of travel so dangerous?” “ Summer no remember what No-Eyes say ’bout Earth Watchers who no more keep stuff from happening?” ms “You told me about how they have always favorably interfered with accidents and negative weather systems to prevent mass deaths. But that now they’re letting humanity make its own unaware errors. You said that most accidents occur because of the gross unawareness in man’s conscious mind. And you also said that it’s time the Earth Watchers have to let the people see how careless they have been all along.” People no make important time for aware stuff.
Pg 46 “Peoples never gonna learn. It too late anyways. People love lazy path. Peoples be dumb, that all.” “Summer, it be too bad peoples no can see stuff. It be too, too bad.” “Too bad people don’t develop their senses like the four-leggeds.”
Pg 52 Astral projection techniques to mystical highway with all types of beings.
Pg 54 Same vision I had laughing at funny looking being and being admonished by No-Eyes. Mary did the same thing.
Pg 62 re: Earth Watchers no longer protecting unaware peoples. “Summer when Earth Watchers always be helping to cover up peoples mistakes, peoples no learn!” God was indeed letting His people make their own decisions, realizations, and mistakes without any outside protective force involved.
Pg 63 “No stuff ever be like thy look.”
Pg 63 “Peoples gonna just snap minds. They gonna go crazy. They gonna do much crazy stuff-crazy sudden murder.” (exam: milkman killing woman inside. Mother killing 2 young children)
Pg 65 re: killing children due to financial hardship. Ms “Heaven is within the Being of God. Heaven is only for those with a purified spirit. You have done an unthinkable thing here. You must realize that before we can go on.”
Pg 67 re: spirit of woman talking about heaven. ms “You’re going to judge yourself.”
Pg 70 Peoples gonna need way to beat bad money stuff, remember? Peoples in big jobs gonna do bad stuff at work. It gonna happen much.
Pg 70 Bubonic plague - Re-emergence of dreaded diseases
Pg 72 re: revealing dates. “Even though there were future dates pinpointed for each specific happening, I was not to reveal them for 2 reasons: First has to do with placing fear in the minds of people. If dates revealed, who would then take the time to read the warning signs? “After the final devastations, the Great Spirit’s harvest of souls would include only those who were aware enough to listen and to heed the many signs that had been given.” Secondly, has to do with the Law of Probabilities. Even though a specific happening shows a certain date in the future for becoming a reality, this date may fluctuate due to the direct interaction of many determining factors. In other words, there are many influences that can alter a foreseen date.
Pg 73 “ A knowledgeable person must never place any credence in such a prophesied date without first considering its dramatic alteration by numberless probabilities.
Pg 73: re: horrible events not happening. “Sorry, they are forthcoming.” The only aspect that could possibly alter them would be the order of their sequence and could end up occurring simultaneously. We must watch for the signs that re sure to come. “
Pg 73 Need to start living the Earth way: stop eating meat due to carcinogens and the heaviness of the meat itself kept the physical body in such a lowered rate of vibration.. Mix own herbal medicinal formulas, even lotions. Get a greenhouse.
Pg 73 “To me, the world was nearing the brink of its final downfall.”
Pg 78 re: Mary’s past life as Indian She Who Sees. “ Blood not important here. This!” she beat her thin chest, “this be what most important! Listen now. This be important spirit lesson. Spirit, soul, that what be most important.” Summer have what be called a carryover spirit. Summer have carryover Indian soul! That why you be one with forest. That why you cry so bad ‘bout Indian peoples. That why Summer led to No-Eyes woods even! It be carryover Indian soul that make Summer so Indian now!” ms “I had been as a lost child seeking the only thing I would identify most with-my true home.
Pg 81 re: Mary hating Indian parade. “ I was angered that an Indian parade would include men in Civil War uniforms. That angered me. I wanted to scream at them. No-Eyes, I actually hated the sight of them! I had an intense urge to run at them and strike them, claw their eyes out.” No-Eyes- “The Sleeping memory had stirred the carryover soul! The carryover soul memory dominated the moment!” ms “I cried because of how beautiful Indian life used to be……..
(Where we are at now) Pg 86 The governments will be in massive debts to each other, with none being able to recoup their income from the people’s taxes or from industrial revenues or from foreign import taxes. Now countries gonna be angry at each other. They gonna be in much bad shape. Peoples gonna be hurting bad. Countries gonna look round for somebody to put blame on. They gonna want to fight. They gonna take monies they got and make war stuff, see?” No war be logical. But this move, this war move by many countries gonna be only threat stuff. It be way to show peoples how they can be strong, how they can protect. “New countries gonna make nuclear bombs too even” (now Iran).”Little ones.” ms: Are these people light skinned? Nope, Yellow? Humph. They are they brown?” “Yup, they be brown.”
(cont on part 3)
Thank you She-Who-Sees....A dedication to Mary Summer Rain & No-Eyes pg 1
As you can see, I've been having many really profound dreams and visions, and quiet promptings guiding me back to my Indian spirit and Indian ways. Then there are the earth change dreams and visions that seem to be very frequent and very clear as well. Lately, I have not been able to get one of my favorite author's names out of my mind. Her name is Mary Summer Rain. I have not read all of her books, but the No-Eyes series early in her writing days had a profound impact on me, when I read them approximately 24 years ago.
In very brief summary, Mary followed her inner promptings leading her to Colorado, and eventually up to a National Forest, where a blind elderly Native American Visionary named No-Eyes was waiting for her. The very wise No-Eyes took Mary on a spiritual journey into the upcoming earth changes that would be occurring and the outcome; listing events incredibly detailed. What is so unbelievable is the fact, No-Eyes passed in 1984, and what has transpired since. Like No-Eyes says in Phoenix Rising, you can't make people believe, or force them to safe areas, but you can share the warning signs and let everyone follow their own path and their own destinies.
Yesterday, I picked up Phoenix Rising again after many, many years and decided to go page by page and highlight the wisdom bestowed by the most prophetic visionary I think there ever was. I needed to see if there was confirmation to what I have been dreaming and seeing compared to that of No-Eyes and Mary. I almost fell over in shock in the similarities to both Mary's and my life and lessons. I will be forever grateful to the confirmation, I am indeed on the right path (for me). Here are a number of the incredible highlights I'd like to share with everyone:
Phoenix Rising by Mary Summer Rain (1987)Highlights -Quotes with page number and type: (ms=mary summer rains words vs. No-Eyes' words) Note-No-Eyes passed in 1984.
(“It come again, again and again. It not can not be destroyed.” Pg 21. ms “She was speaking about something that was being born and coming before the final battle, something that was to precede (come before something) the massive changes, or perhaps something whose birth or presence was to affect or herald in the changes. pg 22 (Answer: Phoenix, under the earth)
Pg 24 People give and give and give and get no stuff back. They gonna stop work and will work again when they get stuff back. They go on strike.
Pg 25 “Bosses gonna take business place to other lands. Many peoples here no have job, no have no monies no more. They also gonna get machines to do work of workers. They be far over great waters.
Pg 25 Re; import & export “That gonna get real bad, maybe almost stop even. When that almost stop, many more big business and factories gonna stop too. Many peoples now out of work. No place to work. Many peoples be plenty angry.”
Pg 26 “President have more monies for more poor by making all peoples pay more monies to country, see? It simple.” “You mean higher taxes. Now I can really see where this is going to lead.” “To one hell of a revolt.”
Pg 26 “After big business go away from peoples, the tiny ones gonna stop. Many peoples think they be okay, they safe’ cause they have own business, ‘ cause they no have to work for boss-they all wrong.” “ So…you see the small business failing too.. The small businesses with things people need will do okay. “Well, why will the others fail then:” “Many money places gonna be no good.” Banks. “If the banks fail, then naturally the businesses can’t get their initial start-up loans and improvement or expansion loans.”
Pg 27 “If the banks fail, if big businesses take their operations overseas and automate their remaining ones, and industry is plagued with strikes and shutdowns, what does that do to the stock market” Ans” That gonna fall like big tree in forest. That gonna be all gone.”
Pg 27 “Money places gonna stop. They not gonna give out more big monies to build. No more peoples gonna have monies for houses. No more places left to sell houses even. MS “Are you calmly sitting there telling me that new construction will stop? That houses will no longer be built? That real estate agents will be a thing of the past?” “Yup.”
Pg 28 “Price of land and houses gonna go way down-it gonna go way down like through old broken beaver dam.” ”Many people gonna try to sell house and land to get more monies-to live. They not gonna get’ nough even. They gonna still owe plenty monies. Stuff gonna be like big whirlpool circle going down and down, deep and deeper. It gonna suck way down. It not gonna go up-ever.”
Pg 28 “People pay a lot for their big homes and when the value dramatically plunges, they can’t get enough to even cover their existing mortgage payoff.” “Peoples want too much monies from bank. They never gonna have way to pay back.” “Big peoples in big business gonna take many monies. They gonna do stuff like that all over.” ms “She was talking about an escalation in corporate white-collar crime. (Enron, Madoff)
Pg 32 (When Phoenix show head) “Her skin gonna tear bad. Great tears. Her breath be coming in long winds. (see Extinction Protocol 11/28/11) Her mouth be dry. She be hot then shiver with icy cold. She cry out great amount of tears. She flood stuff with tears.”
Pg 33 “Summer, peoples already know ‘bout big tearing in California. That gonna be most bad one. That one be most bad tear.”
Pg 33 “ Summer, many places no have tears happen. Many places no have earth rumble, ever. That gonna change. Big noises gonna come from Earth Mother-deep down inside. They gonna be coming many more times in new places, places where no tears ever be before.” They gonna show up in many new land places. They gonna get bigger and bigger as Phoenix rise from birthing place. Earth Mother move much under skin. She gonna make big moves.” (cont to page 2)
In very brief summary, Mary followed her inner promptings leading her to Colorado, and eventually up to a National Forest, where a blind elderly Native American Visionary named No-Eyes was waiting for her. The very wise No-Eyes took Mary on a spiritual journey into the upcoming earth changes that would be occurring and the outcome; listing events incredibly detailed. What is so unbelievable is the fact, No-Eyes passed in 1984, and what has transpired since. Like No-Eyes says in Phoenix Rising, you can't make people believe, or force them to safe areas, but you can share the warning signs and let everyone follow their own path and their own destinies.
Yesterday, I picked up Phoenix Rising again after many, many years and decided to go page by page and highlight the wisdom bestowed by the most prophetic visionary I think there ever was. I needed to see if there was confirmation to what I have been dreaming and seeing compared to that of No-Eyes and Mary. I almost fell over in shock in the similarities to both Mary's and my life and lessons. I will be forever grateful to the confirmation, I am indeed on the right path (for me). Here are a number of the incredible highlights I'd like to share with everyone:
Phoenix Rising by Mary Summer Rain (1987)Highlights -Quotes with page number and type: (ms=mary summer rains words vs. No-Eyes' words) Note-No-Eyes passed in 1984.
(“It come again, again and again. It not can not be destroyed.” Pg 21. ms “She was speaking about something that was being born and coming before the final battle, something that was to precede (come before something) the massive changes, or perhaps something whose birth or presence was to affect or herald in the changes. pg 22 (Answer: Phoenix, under the earth)
Pg 24 People give and give and give and get no stuff back. They gonna stop work and will work again when they get stuff back. They go on strike.
Pg 25 “Bosses gonna take business place to other lands. Many peoples here no have job, no have no monies no more. They also gonna get machines to do work of workers. They be far over great waters.
Pg 25 Re; import & export “That gonna get real bad, maybe almost stop even. When that almost stop, many more big business and factories gonna stop too. Many peoples now out of work. No place to work. Many peoples be plenty angry.”
Pg 26 “President have more monies for more poor by making all peoples pay more monies to country, see? It simple.” “You mean higher taxes. Now I can really see where this is going to lead.” “To one hell of a revolt.”
Pg 26 “After big business go away from peoples, the tiny ones gonna stop. Many peoples think they be okay, they safe’ cause they have own business, ‘ cause they no have to work for boss-they all wrong.” “ So…you see the small business failing too.. The small businesses with things people need will do okay. “Well, why will the others fail then:” “Many money places gonna be no good.” Banks. “If the banks fail, then naturally the businesses can’t get their initial start-up loans and improvement or expansion loans.”
Pg 27 “If the banks fail, if big businesses take their operations overseas and automate their remaining ones, and industry is plagued with strikes and shutdowns, what does that do to the stock market” Ans” That gonna fall like big tree in forest. That gonna be all gone.”
Pg 27 “Money places gonna stop. They not gonna give out more big monies to build. No more peoples gonna have monies for houses. No more places left to sell houses even. MS “Are you calmly sitting there telling me that new construction will stop? That houses will no longer be built? That real estate agents will be a thing of the past?” “Yup.”
Pg 28 “Price of land and houses gonna go way down-it gonna go way down like through old broken beaver dam.” ”Many people gonna try to sell house and land to get more monies-to live. They not gonna get’ nough even. They gonna still owe plenty monies. Stuff gonna be like big whirlpool circle going down and down, deep and deeper. It gonna suck way down. It not gonna go up-ever.”
Pg 28 “People pay a lot for their big homes and when the value dramatically plunges, they can’t get enough to even cover their existing mortgage payoff.” “Peoples want too much monies from bank. They never gonna have way to pay back.” “Big peoples in big business gonna take many monies. They gonna do stuff like that all over.” ms “She was talking about an escalation in corporate white-collar crime. (Enron, Madoff)
Pg 32 (When Phoenix show head) “Her skin gonna tear bad. Great tears. Her breath be coming in long winds. (see Extinction Protocol 11/28/11) Her mouth be dry. She be hot then shiver with icy cold. She cry out great amount of tears. She flood stuff with tears.”
Pg 33 “Summer, peoples already know ‘bout big tearing in California. That gonna be most bad one. That one be most bad tear.”
Pg 33 “ Summer, many places no have tears happen. Many places no have earth rumble, ever. That gonna change. Big noises gonna come from Earth Mother-deep down inside. They gonna be coming many more times in new places, places where no tears ever be before.” They gonna show up in many new land places. They gonna get bigger and bigger as Phoenix rise from birthing place. Earth Mother move much under skin. She gonna make big moves.” (cont to page 2)
Friday, November 25, 2011
Powerful Dream to Alleviate Fears of Dying................................
Two nights ago, I had yet another tsunami nightmare/vision, again taking place in Laguna Beach, CA. Very strangely, even for myself, this was the 3rd one in the same location. I have not ever had this happen before, which puts me on alert for this area or just for southern California. The difference with this dream though, is the message I was given at the end. It was very profound and I am thankful to have been shown things I may not have totally believed before. (note - I know Laguna well from the many family vacations we took there as a child. On one such vacation when I was 9 years old, I was playing in the waves, when a sudden freak storm hit, causing very high waves and a strong rip tide. Instead of being thrown on shore like everyone else, I was sucked out into the ocean. It did not occur to me that I should/would drown. As the huge swells approached, I held my breathe and dove safely under each one, over and over until the life guard was eventually able to reach me approximately 10 minutes later and take me back to shore.)
Here is my dream:
I am in a structure on the hillside overlooking the ocean in Laguna Beach, CA. The structure begins to vibrate which makes me instantly run out of it and up the stairs to the top of the cliff, overlooking the ocean. Suddenly I notice, the calm, serene ocean turning violent with a huge tide approaching out of nowhere. The waves slam the innocent bystanders on to the sand, contorting their bodies in every unimaginable position. I stand there horrified at what I am witnessing, but because I am so high up, I can do nothing to help the victims in their mangled positions. As the water recedes, I clearly see bodies right below the surface laying face down floating along the shore. I turn and start running down the street frantically searching for the police or someone to tell, since I don't think emergency services knows what has just occurred. In my frantic state, I realize I don't have to run, but rather I know how to fly in my dream state, whereby I lift off the ground and start to fly. Something in me, wants to go back and look down again and see if there are survivors in the water and as I turn....I'm suddenly in a barren room and there is a man just sitting in the corner. I consciously remember that in the dream state, the wall is just an illusion and my spirit will be able to go right through it, if I just think of my body in a fluid state. As I approach the inner wall to permeate, I notice the blank stare of the man sitting there watching me. Strangely, I can't seem to get through the wall. I try again and again, but for some reason I'm stuck.
Next scene- There is an operating table right in front of me and laying on the table is a deceased elderly woman. She appears very peaceful, with even a slight smile on her lips, but she is obviously dead. I am now in a very highly aware state and notice the details of the white gown she is wearing, and the relaxed age lines on her face and the lighting in the room. Suddenly, a male angel appears over me. He smiles this beautifully kind smile to me, and my first thought is "oh my God, he is an angel." The angel gently explains to me (knowing my angst at not being able to help the tsunami victims), that no matter how many people die or from what, everyone has an angel by their side to help transition them from this world to the other world. As he speaks, I see the young, beautiful spirit of the elderly woman rise out of her body, linger over the aged vessel she just left, and ascend to the heavens above. The male angel made sure I understood, there is truly nothing at all to fear in death, and that when things happen, killing a few or a lot, it's the way things are supposed to happen; And most importantly, to have faith, knowing all souls are being loved and looked after.
I woke up with very conflicting emotions. I was still a bit shaken by the visual images of the tsunami, but also had an odd comforting feeling at the thought of angels around each and every one of us, feeling honored this male angel shared with me this precious insight. Hopefully, this will provide peace and an inner comfort to those who read this, allowing yourselves to live free of fear of the afterlife, and to know everything is as it's supposed to be. I say, live free inside, laugh (alot) and love with the depth of your heart.
Namaste
Here is my dream:
I am in a structure on the hillside overlooking the ocean in Laguna Beach, CA. The structure begins to vibrate which makes me instantly run out of it and up the stairs to the top of the cliff, overlooking the ocean. Suddenly I notice, the calm, serene ocean turning violent with a huge tide approaching out of nowhere. The waves slam the innocent bystanders on to the sand, contorting their bodies in every unimaginable position. I stand there horrified at what I am witnessing, but because I am so high up, I can do nothing to help the victims in their mangled positions. As the water recedes, I clearly see bodies right below the surface laying face down floating along the shore. I turn and start running down the street frantically searching for the police or someone to tell, since I don't think emergency services knows what has just occurred. In my frantic state, I realize I don't have to run, but rather I know how to fly in my dream state, whereby I lift off the ground and start to fly. Something in me, wants to go back and look down again and see if there are survivors in the water and as I turn....I'm suddenly in a barren room and there is a man just sitting in the corner. I consciously remember that in the dream state, the wall is just an illusion and my spirit will be able to go right through it, if I just think of my body in a fluid state. As I approach the inner wall to permeate, I notice the blank stare of the man sitting there watching me. Strangely, I can't seem to get through the wall. I try again and again, but for some reason I'm stuck.
Next scene- There is an operating table right in front of me and laying on the table is a deceased elderly woman. She appears very peaceful, with even a slight smile on her lips, but she is obviously dead. I am now in a very highly aware state and notice the details of the white gown she is wearing, and the relaxed age lines on her face and the lighting in the room. Suddenly, a male angel appears over me. He smiles this beautifully kind smile to me, and my first thought is "oh my God, he is an angel." The angel gently explains to me (knowing my angst at not being able to help the tsunami victims), that no matter how many people die or from what, everyone has an angel by their side to help transition them from this world to the other world. As he speaks, I see the young, beautiful spirit of the elderly woman rise out of her body, linger over the aged vessel she just left, and ascend to the heavens above. The male angel made sure I understood, there is truly nothing at all to fear in death, and that when things happen, killing a few or a lot, it's the way things are supposed to happen; And most importantly, to have faith, knowing all souls are being loved and looked after.
I woke up with very conflicting emotions. I was still a bit shaken by the visual images of the tsunami, but also had an odd comforting feeling at the thought of angels around each and every one of us, feeling honored this male angel shared with me this precious insight. Hopefully, this will provide peace and an inner comfort to those who read this, allowing yourselves to live free of fear of the afterlife, and to know everything is as it's supposed to be. I say, live free inside, laugh (alot) and love with the depth of your heart.
Namaste
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thanksgiving Thoughts.......................and Reflections on the Original Inhabitants
Happy Peaceful Thanksgiving to all,
In today's world, Thanksgiving is a time to be with our loved ones for a day of laughter, fun and lots of delicious food, or just for quiet thoughts. For me, it is also a time to reflect on the approximately 91 Native Americans that helped feed and keep the pilgrims alive in 1621, and the consequences of doing so. The Natives' knowledge and kindness helped keep the pilgrims alive through a winter they surely would have perished in, not for the local aboriginals. As most of us now know, that was essentially the symbolic beginning to the end of the Native culture and lifestyles that had been here for hundreds if not thousands of years.
The pilgrims arrived with a religion completely foreign to the people of the earth. The new white race forced their foreign religious beliefs by the use of violence, deception and sickness, wiping out thousands if not millions of the people that kept them alive through that original winter. The white race had begun a cultural genocide that spanned for the next 200 + years, to a people that lived as wild, fierce and free as any of the wild animals, leaving the earth with very few footprints found left on the earth.
Once, the original native cultures were destroyed, the white religious mentality carried on by next destroying the environment (justifying it in the name of capitalism and greed) and wild animals (that get in the way of profiting from the natural resources), with the obvious consequence of eventually killing ourselves.
Once you spiritually and mentally remove yourself from the earth, that provides the resources for our homes, the food that sustains our bodies and the water that is the life blood for not only the earth, but our bodies as well; it makes it easier to destroy, eventually leading to our own demise.
I ask anybody that is reading this, to please just take a moment and really understand the importance of the earth to our own lives and spirit, and to thank the Gods for providing everything we are about to eat and drink and for the kindness of the earth people that fateful day..
Namaste
In today's world, Thanksgiving is a time to be with our loved ones for a day of laughter, fun and lots of delicious food, or just for quiet thoughts. For me, it is also a time to reflect on the approximately 91 Native Americans that helped feed and keep the pilgrims alive in 1621, and the consequences of doing so. The Natives' knowledge and kindness helped keep the pilgrims alive through a winter they surely would have perished in, not for the local aboriginals. As most of us now know, that was essentially the symbolic beginning to the end of the Native culture and lifestyles that had been here for hundreds if not thousands of years.
The pilgrims arrived with a religion completely foreign to the people of the earth. The new white race forced their foreign religious beliefs by the use of violence, deception and sickness, wiping out thousands if not millions of the people that kept them alive through that original winter. The white race had begun a cultural genocide that spanned for the next 200 + years, to a people that lived as wild, fierce and free as any of the wild animals, leaving the earth with very few footprints found left on the earth.
Once, the original native cultures were destroyed, the white religious mentality carried on by next destroying the environment (justifying it in the name of capitalism and greed) and wild animals (that get in the way of profiting from the natural resources), with the obvious consequence of eventually killing ourselves.
Once you spiritually and mentally remove yourself from the earth, that provides the resources for our homes, the food that sustains our bodies and the water that is the life blood for not only the earth, but our bodies as well; it makes it easier to destroy, eventually leading to our own demise.
I ask anybody that is reading this, to please just take a moment and really understand the importance of the earth to our own lives and spirit, and to thank the Gods for providing everything we are about to eat and drink and for the kindness of the earth people that fateful day..
Namaste
Monday, November 21, 2011
A Little History to the Missing Time Posts....
Dear all,
I'm glad, there are so many, that are enjoying reading my stories. I enjoy sharing them just as much. The one that seems to be of a big interest to a number of people, is the post on the 6 hours of missing time on my drive to Sedona. I indicated I had no idea what occurred or what caused it, but the honest truth is, I do know. I just haven't had the nerve "to go there" with the general public yet as to what causes this to happen. I'm seeing it may be time to reconsider to maintain my credibility and truth.
In fact and in truth, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. (Sedona was the most disorienting though) In 2005, my two kids and I decided to go see the re-enactment of The Battle of Little Bighorn up in Hardin, Montana. We "mapquested" the directions with an estimated time of a little over 7 hours. Somehow, we arrived in 5 hours, totally shocked and wondering why. After the performance, that broke my heart and left me despondent, my kids and I packed up our camping gear and headed for home. The first realization something was really wrong or crazy with the trip, that totally shocked all 3 of us, was the city of Sheridan. WE NEVER SAW it, on the way there. In fact, we were so shocked to see it on the sides of our route, we wondered if we took a wrong turn somewhere. Much to our bewilderment, we were on the same road as we were driving up there. Also, our drive home took over 7 hours, which is what it was supposed to take in the first place. To this day we still talk about it.
The second real obvious time it occurred, was about 2 years ago. My son, his friend and myself needed to drive from Fort Collins, CO, to a small town on the Front Range (1.5 hours away) to pick up an advertised free ping pong table from a nice farming couple. We left my daughter's home at 1 pm and arrived to our destination at 2:30; right on time. Coming home was a whole nother story. We left this home at 3:00 after loading the table in to the back of our truck. To the utter shock of the 3 of us, we found ourselves still driving on the exact same highway at 8:45 pm that night!. We had lost (6) hours of time and still had not arrived home. We actually did not arrive back to my daughter's until 9:00 pm. A total of 6 lost hours. Stranger yet, my son's little hand held game had not lost one bar of power and was still on. To say we were totally dumbfounded is an understatement. We had no idea what had happened and wondered what my daughter would say when we told her what time we had left to begin our drive home. It didn't scare my son or I, but it did a number on my son's best friend. In fact, I don't think his parents ever let him go anywhere with us again.
The missing time this last trip wasn't that unusual, but how I ended up off the road where I began, is. Maybe, after I finish writing about the amazing people I met in Sedona, and the terrific class I attended, I will go to this completely new subject area. I'll have to give it much thought.
Happy Monday night to all.
Kerrie
I'm glad, there are so many, that are enjoying reading my stories. I enjoy sharing them just as much. The one that seems to be of a big interest to a number of people, is the post on the 6 hours of missing time on my drive to Sedona. I indicated I had no idea what occurred or what caused it, but the honest truth is, I do know. I just haven't had the nerve "to go there" with the general public yet as to what causes this to happen. I'm seeing it may be time to reconsider to maintain my credibility and truth.
In fact and in truth, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. (Sedona was the most disorienting though) In 2005, my two kids and I decided to go see the re-enactment of The Battle of Little Bighorn up in Hardin, Montana. We "mapquested" the directions with an estimated time of a little over 7 hours. Somehow, we arrived in 5 hours, totally shocked and wondering why. After the performance, that broke my heart and left me despondent, my kids and I packed up our camping gear and headed for home. The first realization something was really wrong or crazy with the trip, that totally shocked all 3 of us, was the city of Sheridan. WE NEVER SAW it, on the way there. In fact, we were so shocked to see it on the sides of our route, we wondered if we took a wrong turn somewhere. Much to our bewilderment, we were on the same road as we were driving up there. Also, our drive home took over 7 hours, which is what it was supposed to take in the first place. To this day we still talk about it.
The second real obvious time it occurred, was about 2 years ago. My son, his friend and myself needed to drive from Fort Collins, CO, to a small town on the Front Range (1.5 hours away) to pick up an advertised free ping pong table from a nice farming couple. We left my daughter's home at 1 pm and arrived to our destination at 2:30; right on time. Coming home was a whole nother story. We left this home at 3:00 after loading the table in to the back of our truck. To the utter shock of the 3 of us, we found ourselves still driving on the exact same highway at 8:45 pm that night!. We had lost (6) hours of time and still had not arrived home. We actually did not arrive back to my daughter's until 9:00 pm. A total of 6 lost hours. Stranger yet, my son's little hand held game had not lost one bar of power and was still on. To say we were totally dumbfounded is an understatement. We had no idea what had happened and wondered what my daughter would say when we told her what time we had left to begin our drive home. It didn't scare my son or I, but it did a number on my son's best friend. In fact, I don't think his parents ever let him go anywhere with us again.
The missing time this last trip wasn't that unusual, but how I ended up off the road where I began, is. Maybe, after I finish writing about the amazing people I met in Sedona, and the terrific class I attended, I will go to this completely new subject area. I'll have to give it much thought.
Happy Monday night to all.
Kerrie
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The Journey to Sedona....The Flute Player....part 3
Tired and disoriented, I drove slowly down through Oak Creek canyon in total awe of the colors and scenery in front of me, heading toward Sedona. The deep red iron color of the rocks, adorned with mulberry, elderberry, alder, narrowleaf, cottonwood, boxelder, cherry maple, and mountain willows too incredible to believe. Many of the trees had leaves in the process of losing their color of life, evolving into every shade of yellow and gold imaginable. To add to the contrasting colors and drama of the environment, snow had fallen the night before frosting the tops of the sandstone rock formations and trees with a pure white magical covering. I have never seen anything like it. The cars behind me were getting aggravated with my slow moving vehicle, not understanding, I was embracing the thought of being in heaven. I could only think, it looked like a cross between Steamboat Springs and Moab, Utah (my own personal haven.)
Tired, dirty and disoriented, I finally pulled into my home for the next week at The White House Inn motel on 89A, thankful I had survived. Much to my dismay, I soon learned I was not able to check in until 3:00 pm, so I had 3+ hours to do something in my disheveled, exhausted state. I noticed a little crystal shop right next door demanding to be investigated, so I decided to kill a little time and walked over there.
I wandered over to the bumper stickers, and instantly saw one I should have bought for my daughter and myself. It was a picture of the forest and it said "this is my church." I couldn't have said it any better. Then I wandered over to the book section, glancing down at the Mary Summer Rain No-Eyes series, which I've had for years. Then I picked up two books on Shamans, which I connected to instantly, then put back down on the shelf, thinking "why would I pay for something I all ready do on my own?" Still feeling really removed from reality after my 6 hours of missing time, I began to worry a little bit about where I was mentally, questioning, if this is what it feels like to lose your mind. Just then, I heard a piercing sound wafting through the store. A sound so pure, instantly connecting to my soul. I slowly stood up and began to walk very slowly to the sound calling me in my core, grounding me, bringing me completely back from the the spirit world. Not twenty feet in front of me, was a man playing a beautiful Native American song on a wooden flute displayed for sale. I noticed he was looking at me and as I approached him I couldn't help but stare back. I was mesmerized. He sounded like R.Carlos Nakai. When he finished his song, I thanked him for such a beautiful gift and for bringing me back. He said "you're welcome" and introduced himself as Tom, known as Tom White Bear. Within minutes, it was obvious we came from the same place with a very similar spiritual journey. He said he was in town to be in a concert given by his friend Shekina. I, looked at him in shock at his words. "Did you say Shekina?" He replied yes. At that point, I almost fell over.
I explained to him how I had just heard his name and Shekina's two days prior in northwest Colorado, from my friend Mary, though I had never listened to either of them before. Mary was driving the 10.5 hours to Sedona just for him and Shekina, yet it was I, standing here with him, thanking him for his gift to me. Moments later, beautiful and ethereal Shekina walked over to us, whereby Tom introduced us to one another and for the next 30 minutes we had an amazing discussion about all kinds of cool metaphysical things few people outside Sedona would understand. He said he was part of the grizzly clan, originating from the Pleiades. I instantly pulled the socks off my feet, and showed him my grizzly bear paw tattoos on each of my feet, one for each child. My two little bear cubs. I explained I, too seem to be a part of the bear clan, shown to me so often with my dreams at night, of the grizzlies surrounding and protecting me. I explained how I have also woken up in the presence of the Pleiadians, and feel very thankful to them for my protection. I noticed, the high pitch ring in my right ear had gotten even higher and I knew meeting this man was no accident.
After our re-uniting in this world, I thanked him & Shekina for their gifts, and right before they drove off, he handed me a CD as a present. I looked at it with in credulousness. At the center of the CD , there in front of my eyes was a huge grizzly bear standing up looking at me, with the words "From the Ancients" printed across the top, and Mato Sapha (Black Bear) at the bottom, though he has since changed his name. As Tom and Shekina disappeared from view, I humbly looked up at the sky and thanked the native elders and the grizzlies for letting me know they were with me every step of this journey. Wakan Tanka nici un -May the Great Spirit go with you and guide you!!! Mitakuye oyasin – [mee-tah-koo-yey oh-wass-in] - We are all related. Pilamaya ye (thank you).
Tired, dirty and disoriented, I finally pulled into my home for the next week at The White House Inn motel on 89A, thankful I had survived. Much to my dismay, I soon learned I was not able to check in until 3:00 pm, so I had 3+ hours to do something in my disheveled, exhausted state. I noticed a little crystal shop right next door demanding to be investigated, so I decided to kill a little time and walked over there.
I wandered over to the bumper stickers, and instantly saw one I should have bought for my daughter and myself. It was a picture of the forest and it said "this is my church." I couldn't have said it any better. Then I wandered over to the book section, glancing down at the Mary Summer Rain No-Eyes series, which I've had for years. Then I picked up two books on Shamans, which I connected to instantly, then put back down on the shelf, thinking "why would I pay for something I all ready do on my own?" Still feeling really removed from reality after my 6 hours of missing time, I began to worry a little bit about where I was mentally, questioning, if this is what it feels like to lose your mind. Just then, I heard a piercing sound wafting through the store. A sound so pure, instantly connecting to my soul. I slowly stood up and began to walk very slowly to the sound calling me in my core, grounding me, bringing me completely back from the the spirit world. Not twenty feet in front of me, was a man playing a beautiful Native American song on a wooden flute displayed for sale. I noticed he was looking at me and as I approached him I couldn't help but stare back. I was mesmerized. He sounded like R.Carlos Nakai. When he finished his song, I thanked him for such a beautiful gift and for bringing me back. He said "you're welcome" and introduced himself as Tom, known as Tom White Bear. Within minutes, it was obvious we came from the same place with a very similar spiritual journey. He said he was in town to be in a concert given by his friend Shekina. I, looked at him in shock at his words. "Did you say Shekina?" He replied yes. At that point, I almost fell over.
I explained to him how I had just heard his name and Shekina's two days prior in northwest Colorado, from my friend Mary, though I had never listened to either of them before. Mary was driving the 10.5 hours to Sedona just for him and Shekina, yet it was I, standing here with him, thanking him for his gift to me. Moments later, beautiful and ethereal Shekina walked over to us, whereby Tom introduced us to one another and for the next 30 minutes we had an amazing discussion about all kinds of cool metaphysical things few people outside Sedona would understand. He said he was part of the grizzly clan, originating from the Pleiades. I instantly pulled the socks off my feet, and showed him my grizzly bear paw tattoos on each of my feet, one for each child. My two little bear cubs. I explained I, too seem to be a part of the bear clan, shown to me so often with my dreams at night, of the grizzlies surrounding and protecting me. I explained how I have also woken up in the presence of the Pleiadians, and feel very thankful to them for my protection. I noticed, the high pitch ring in my right ear had gotten even higher and I knew meeting this man was no accident.
After our re-uniting in this world, I thanked him & Shekina for their gifts, and right before they drove off, he handed me a CD as a present. I looked at it with in credulousness. At the center of the CD , there in front of my eyes was a huge grizzly bear standing up looking at me, with the words "From the Ancients" printed across the top, and Mato Sapha (Black Bear) at the bottom, though he has since changed his name. As Tom and Shekina disappeared from view, I humbly looked up at the sky and thanked the native elders and the grizzlies for letting me know they were with me every step of this journey. Wakan Tanka nici un -May the Great Spirit go with you and guide you!!! Mitakuye oyasin – [mee-tah-koo-yey oh-wass-in] - We are all related. Pilamaya ye (thank you).
Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Journey to Sedona,.....6 hrs of missing time.........(part 2B) please read 2A below first
Native men and even the young male employee working behind the counter to see this 49 year old red headed lady walk in late at night from the desert in the middle of nowhere. I noticed my necklace instantly caught the glance of two men, which I felt may have made me less of a stranger and which I was now happy I was wearing. I asked the young Navajo, to please direct me back to H191/H160. After a moment of stunned silence he said "you will have to turn around and drive at least 60 miles to get back to 191." I almost fell over hearing his words. "What the H_ll happened to me out there?" were my only thoughts. After he kindly gave me directions on how to get back out of the area of the "rez" I was in, I got back in my car and began driving on the darkest, scariest road of my life. It takes a lot to scare me, but let me tell you I was scared to death. I knew if I went off the road or was run off the road by a lone male in the pitch black in the middle of nowhere, no one would ever find me. In that moment, I truly gave all my faith over to the Great Spirit and made total peace with dying. My thoughts were "I have lived a good full honorable life and in all reality there's no better place for me to die, than surrounded by Native Americans. If it time for me to die, than I'll die." I thought of my kids and mentally told them, how much I loved them - and that everything is good. I also found comfort knowing, I had brought along my old .40 Glock hand gun, I had used as a State Park Officer sitting comfortable on the seat next to me in the event I would need it. I had only driven for about 15 minutes going around a gentle curve, heading into no man's land, when suddenly a big bloated dead deer was right in the center of my lane just as the dog was a while back.
Fortunately, I saw it in time to avoid hitting it, knowing it would have instantly flipped my little car. After back tracking north back up to 191 & 160, I finally arrived in Flagstaff around 1:00am. To say I was exhausted, is an understatement, and now the weather had turned from dry and beautiful to a blinding rain and snow storm. I was beginning to wonder why the GODS were making it so hard for me to get to Sedona. Then to my horror, as I entered Oak Creek Canyon approximately 20 miles north of Sedona, the rain was coming down in sheets with huge boulders coming off the cliffs into the middle of the narrow, winding road making my path very hazardous. I had to avoid hitting a boulder 1/8th the size of my car and weaving past all the little ones praying the hill side did not give away. Thank God it didn't . When I finally made it to the straightway, there on the right side of the road, was a BLM campground, which I gladly drove into so I could go to sleep right there in my car seat praying, the wind and rain didn't cause a tree to fall on top of the car. It was now 2:00 in the morning; three and half hours after when I should have arrived. Thankfully, I had brought my buffalo hide along, which I threw over me for warmth in the car, only to wake up an hour later to find 4" of snow majestically covering the forest and my car.
In the morning, I took a walk through the forest savoring the grandeur of the sand stone mountains covered in evergreen trees with white frosting on top doing my best to reconnect back to the earth and reorienting myself and reflecting on the craziness of the night. Soon after, I drove to a nearby viewing area to sit in my car and eat a bowl of granola and dried milk. While sitting peacefully, I glanced over at my dash and the time said 11:11, and my odometer was at: 1151.11. Considering 11/11/11 was soon approaching, I found that a bit interesting. Despite the insanity of the night, it was beyond beautiful and my reality had now become surreal. I finally made it to Sedona!
Fortunately, I saw it in time to avoid hitting it, knowing it would have instantly flipped my little car. After back tracking north back up to 191 & 160, I finally arrived in Flagstaff around 1:00am. To say I was exhausted, is an understatement, and now the weather had turned from dry and beautiful to a blinding rain and snow storm. I was beginning to wonder why the GODS were making it so hard for me to get to Sedona. Then to my horror, as I entered Oak Creek Canyon approximately 20 miles north of Sedona, the rain was coming down in sheets with huge boulders coming off the cliffs into the middle of the narrow, winding road making my path very hazardous. I had to avoid hitting a boulder 1/8th the size of my car and weaving past all the little ones praying the hill side did not give away. Thank God it didn't . When I finally made it to the straightway, there on the right side of the road, was a BLM campground, which I gladly drove into so I could go to sleep right there in my car seat praying, the wind and rain didn't cause a tree to fall on top of the car. It was now 2:00 in the morning; three and half hours after when I should have arrived. Thankfully, I had brought my buffalo hide along, which I threw over me for warmth in the car, only to wake up an hour later to find 4" of snow majestically covering the forest and my car.
In the morning, I took a walk through the forest savoring the grandeur of the sand stone mountains covered in evergreen trees with white frosting on top doing my best to reconnect back to the earth and reorienting myself and reflecting on the craziness of the night. Soon after, I drove to a nearby viewing area to sit in my car and eat a bowl of granola and dried milk. While sitting peacefully, I glanced over at my dash and the time said 11:11, and my odometer was at: 1151.11. Considering 11/11/11 was soon approaching, I found that a bit interesting. Despite the insanity of the night, it was beyond beautiful and my reality had now become surreal. I finally made it to Sedona!
The Journey to Sedona,.....6 Hours of Missing Time....................(part 2A)
Happy Peaceful November 17th, 2011,
The mystical (& only terrifying) aspects of my trip to Sedona were just beginning. When I left the kiva and Madalyn, I felt incredibly peaceful and ready for the last part of my drive on Hwy 191, connecting to 160 W, eager to see the beauty I've heard so much about in the town of Sedona. That was not to be, at least for the time being. While I was driving on H191S heading toward the Junction of 191/160, the sun had set entirely leaving me to reflect in the darkness, the drama that unfolds everyday in the red sand stone deserts. The dramatic colors of the sun rising and setting reflecting every imaginable shade of red/yellow and orange on the soft red rocks is a scene that takes my heart away. It's the most amazing play there is. Every show is different and every act is as free as the wind. One of my favorite authors; Edward Abbey, describes the grandeur better than I ever could.
What happened next, is truly unknown. All I can say is this, on 191, my headlights reflected on the sign right in front of me with an arrow pointing to the left heading toward "4 corners" and to the right heading to "Kayenta" (where I needed to go). I believe it was around 6:00-6:30pm, because I had just left the museum at 5:15, and had not been driving very long. The next thing I know, suddenly there is a big black dog standing right in the middle of my lane forcing me into total awareness and forcing me to make an abrupt movement into the other lane, to avoid hitting the entity that appeared out of nowhere. My only thought was "oh sh_t" and I instantly glanced into my rear view mirror and noticed glaring bright lights which I figured was a big pickup truck behind me.
The thing was, the truck did nothing to avoid hitting the dog and kept driving in a straight motion. My heart was racing a million miles an hour and then my inner voice instantly told me, that black dog was warning me to not go any farther. Somehow, I just knew it! I also noticed the quality of the road was now in very bad condition compared to a regular highway. Then I glanced at my dash. My clock said 10:00pm!!!! I had lost approximately 6 hours of my life and precious time on my journey. Worse yet, was the fact I had NO idea where I was or even what direction I was driving in. I was also very disoriented and had a very high pitch ring in my right ear.
In a moment of blind panic, I searched for any sign along the highway for a name of a location or even a mile post marker and town as an indication to my direction. To my horror, someone had taken black spray paint and "x"ed out every single marker and location on both sides of the road, further sending me into an inner feeling of panic. I did not know what to do, so I kept on driving. Finally, a little gas station appeared on the left hand side of the road, with the parking lot full of Navajos, either sitting in their trucks or hanging around the outside of the building. I was a little apprehensive about a white woman appearing out of nowhere late at night on the reservation needing help, but I did not care. I had no choice.I was truly lost. Before I even got out of my little green car, I took a compass out of my backpack (since I refuse to have a cell phone or a GPS, since in my opinion they make people helpless and even more disconnected) and oriented myself to North. (In all my years and hundreds of thousands of miles of driving, I have never experienced anything like this.) I was heading southeast. As I sat quietly trying to figure out what happened, with the strange lighting of the gas station glowing through my windows, I clasped my powerful bear necklace between my hands and asked for protection and strength. I also had on a jacket with a Native American design on its back which I was thankful for. When I walked into the door, I sensed a bit of surprise by the (please go to next post above)
The mystical (& only terrifying) aspects of my trip to Sedona were just beginning. When I left the kiva and Madalyn, I felt incredibly peaceful and ready for the last part of my drive on Hwy 191, connecting to 160 W, eager to see the beauty I've heard so much about in the town of Sedona. That was not to be, at least for the time being. While I was driving on H191S heading toward the Junction of 191/160, the sun had set entirely leaving me to reflect in the darkness, the drama that unfolds everyday in the red sand stone deserts. The dramatic colors of the sun rising and setting reflecting every imaginable shade of red/yellow and orange on the soft red rocks is a scene that takes my heart away. It's the most amazing play there is. Every show is different and every act is as free as the wind. One of my favorite authors; Edward Abbey, describes the grandeur better than I ever could.
What happened next, is truly unknown. All I can say is this, on 191, my headlights reflected on the sign right in front of me with an arrow pointing to the left heading toward "4 corners" and to the right heading to "Kayenta" (where I needed to go). I believe it was around 6:00-6:30pm, because I had just left the museum at 5:15, and had not been driving very long. The next thing I know, suddenly there is a big black dog standing right in the middle of my lane forcing me into total awareness and forcing me to make an abrupt movement into the other lane, to avoid hitting the entity that appeared out of nowhere. My only thought was "oh sh_t" and I instantly glanced into my rear view mirror and noticed glaring bright lights which I figured was a big pickup truck behind me.
The thing was, the truck did nothing to avoid hitting the dog and kept driving in a straight motion. My heart was racing a million miles an hour and then my inner voice instantly told me, that black dog was warning me to not go any farther. Somehow, I just knew it! I also noticed the quality of the road was now in very bad condition compared to a regular highway. Then I glanced at my dash. My clock said 10:00pm!!!! I had lost approximately 6 hours of my life and precious time on my journey. Worse yet, was the fact I had NO idea where I was or even what direction I was driving in. I was also very disoriented and had a very high pitch ring in my right ear.
In a moment of blind panic, I searched for any sign along the highway for a name of a location or even a mile post marker and town as an indication to my direction. To my horror, someone had taken black spray paint and "x"ed out every single marker and location on both sides of the road, further sending me into an inner feeling of panic. I did not know what to do, so I kept on driving. Finally, a little gas station appeared on the left hand side of the road, with the parking lot full of Navajos, either sitting in their trucks or hanging around the outside of the building. I was a little apprehensive about a white woman appearing out of nowhere late at night on the reservation needing help, but I did not care. I had no choice.I was truly lost. Before I even got out of my little green car, I took a compass out of my backpack (since I refuse to have a cell phone or a GPS, since in my opinion they make people helpless and even more disconnected) and oriented myself to North. (In all my years and hundreds of thousands of miles of driving, I have never experienced anything like this.) I was heading southeast. As I sat quietly trying to figure out what happened, with the strange lighting of the gas station glowing through my windows, I clasped my powerful bear necklace between my hands and asked for protection and strength. I also had on a jacket with a Native American design on its back which I was thankful for. When I walked into the door, I sensed a bit of surprise by the (please go to next post above)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Journey to Sedona, beginning with the Wall and the Kiva at Edge of the Cedars State Park (part 1)
Namaste,
I'm not even sure where to begin on the experiences that led me to Sedona, Arizona last week from 11/04-11/12. The whole quest was totally surreal from the time I left home to the time I pulled back in to the garage. In hind sight, I see now that the adventure began before I even left home in order to take a Past Life Regression certification course. The adventure really began when I dreamed of the warriors on the red sand stone cliffs and my old friends from the Battle of Little Bighorn, and being with the wise elderly Native American man in what I realize now was a kiva. The tsunami dream was a metaphoric warning for what was about to happen to me on this trip. Who would guess such a journey could really exist, except in a Tony Hillerman or Lynn Andrews book. But it did. Everything I am about to write about is true with numerous friends as witnesses (with the exception of the missing time event.) The week and the meetings with dear old souls from a time long gone are so surreal, it feels like it did not even occur in this dimension. How could it? It's the stuff dreams are made of!
Two days prior to leaving, my dear friend Mary told me she would going down to Sedona a few days after me, to attend a concert given by Shekina and her friend Tom. I have not listened to Shekina, but once, but I would not forget that name because of its uniqueness. I filed this information away in my mind. My initial excitement for this trip was to go to Edge of the Cedars State Park in Blanding, Utah, to find the kiva I had dreamed about and to see the rock wall with the petroglyphs , that I saw in my vision. Five hours after leaving home on Friday November 4th, I finally arrived to an empty parking lot around 3:00 pm. My fear was that the museum was closed but fortunately it was not. I had two hours to do whatever was waiting for me. As I entered the front door, the only person in sight was a kind gray haired woman around 50 working behind the desk. The museum was as silent as a desert canyon, with ancient Anasazi artifacts safely in display cases and on the walls. After speaking with this woman for a few minutes, she pointed me to the stairs that I would have to go up to get to the wall covered with symbols on it and then pointed out back to the direction of the only kiva in the park. I was very antsy to get to my destination. As I quietly approached the wall, my heart nearly stopped. There in front of me were the exact same symbols I had seen in my vision on October 29th; this time though they were on a wall, not a rock, the exact same color and size with the dark yellow border surrounding it. It was so surreal I had to ask myself if I was dreaming. Once again, I outlined the symbols with my actual fingers and silently asked myself "what is happening to me" "why did this wall and kiva call to me?" Tears welled up in my throat as I was humbled to my core. The only sounds were that of my whispering voice in the museum. After spending an unknown amount of time in front of this wall, I kissed my fingers and carefully touched the wall, saying goodbye to this symbol letting me know I had arrived where I was supposed to be. It was the kiva that I needed to descend into. I quietly turned and followed the darkened hallway leading to the exit door. The air outside was cold, like an approaching snowstorm and the wind throwing my untamed red hair all over the place. I noticed the weight of the black backpack I was wearing, reminding me of the days of my youth hiking far into the wilderness areas. As I approached the kiva sight, the hair on the back of my neck stood up when I instantly recognized the square entrance to the sacred chamber. It was exactly as I saw six nights earlier, alone and calling to me. When I got on the stocky wooden ladder to descend in to the sacred earthen structure, I silently laughed at how much easier it was to descend in spirit, than with my bulky, obtrusive pack behind me; the silence and feelings totally unreal. The peace and simpleness of the kiva again humbled me to the core. As I entered, I kindly said hello to "grandfather" I had seen in my vision but not with my eyes. I sat down in the center near the base of the stairs happily becoming one with the soft red cool dirt still in shock such a place really existed. I asked him to help me understand why I had been called to this sacred location by such a wise soul. I took out my beaded braintanned medicine pouch, I had made many years ago and began to rub a few of my sacred possessions in to the earth and in to the leather of the bag, even rubbing red sand in to my beaded mocassions I, too had made many years ago squaw stitching a blue bear paw on one foot and a yellow buffalo head on the other. I took off my strong bear claw necklace from around my neck, I had made many years ago and rubbed it to into the sacred earth acknowledging to the earth we would become one. I then laid flat on my back, eyes closed ready to hear whatever was waiting for me to hear. After moments of silence, suddenly I just knew this kiva was a reminder to how we need to live in the future. How we need to reconnect to the simple ways of living with the earth, instead of against it. Deep in this round kiva, a family could easily sleep on animal hides and cook simple meals in the fire pit safe from the elements above. Dances and ceremonies would be simple and natural; laughter permeating this structure. How then, I asked myself, have we gotten, as a species so off course; living completely against the earth way?!!! I found myself apologizing to Mother Nature once again, since I find myself doing so almost daily. Now, it even meant more to me, tears welling up into my eyes. When my thoughts quieted, I noticed the light above starting to wane and I knew it was time for me to leave this precious place and continue on my journey to Sedona. I said good bye to grandfather that resided in another dimension in this sacred place and told him I was honored he called to me and promised I would do my best to hear the lessons from the other world.
I experienced great sadness walking away from this underground dwelling and entered back into the museum guarding it. I needed someone to share with, so I found myself standing alone with Madalyn, the kind woman working behind the counter with not another soul in sight. This too was magical, for only after a few moments of talking with each other we recognized one another from another time and another place now gone. I told her my story about the dream leading me to the kiva, and she shared her story, about how a dream led her as well to a sacred location only minutes from where we were standing. She even had a picture of it on her cell phone which she shared me. She knew from her dream, she was a Protector of the Sacred Sites, and of the Ancient Souls now walking around in human form. I knew she was right and instantly felt love and kindness for her especially because I felt the same way. As in my vision, I just met one of the warriors from the red sand stone canyon. I asked her to say hi to grandfather for me every day and thanked her for taking care of such a sacred, sacred spot. We agreed to always stay in contact with each other which we all ready have, and I'm sure will for days and years to come. Thank you Great Spirit for this amazing experience and to you Madalyn for your beautiful soul. I am so happy to see you again!!!! (Part 2 will be about my 3.5 hours of missing time, after leaving the kiva; ending up on a Navajo reservation in the middle of the night totally lost)
I'm not even sure where to begin on the experiences that led me to Sedona, Arizona last week from 11/04-11/12. The whole quest was totally surreal from the time I left home to the time I pulled back in to the garage. In hind sight, I see now that the adventure began before I even left home in order to take a Past Life Regression certification course. The adventure really began when I dreamed of the warriors on the red sand stone cliffs and my old friends from the Battle of Little Bighorn, and being with the wise elderly Native American man in what I realize now was a kiva. The tsunami dream was a metaphoric warning for what was about to happen to me on this trip. Who would guess such a journey could really exist, except in a Tony Hillerman or Lynn Andrews book. But it did. Everything I am about to write about is true with numerous friends as witnesses (with the exception of the missing time event.) The week and the meetings with dear old souls from a time long gone are so surreal, it feels like it did not even occur in this dimension. How could it? It's the stuff dreams are made of!
Two days prior to leaving, my dear friend Mary told me she would going down to Sedona a few days after me, to attend a concert given by Shekina and her friend Tom. I have not listened to Shekina, but once, but I would not forget that name because of its uniqueness. I filed this information away in my mind. My initial excitement for this trip was to go to Edge of the Cedars State Park in Blanding, Utah, to find the kiva I had dreamed about and to see the rock wall with the petroglyphs , that I saw in my vision. Five hours after leaving home on Friday November 4th, I finally arrived to an empty parking lot around 3:00 pm. My fear was that the museum was closed but fortunately it was not. I had two hours to do whatever was waiting for me. As I entered the front door, the only person in sight was a kind gray haired woman around 50 working behind the desk. The museum was as silent as a desert canyon, with ancient Anasazi artifacts safely in display cases and on the walls. After speaking with this woman for a few minutes, she pointed me to the stairs that I would have to go up to get to the wall covered with symbols on it and then pointed out back to the direction of the only kiva in the park. I was very antsy to get to my destination. As I quietly approached the wall, my heart nearly stopped. There in front of me were the exact same symbols I had seen in my vision on October 29th; this time though they were on a wall, not a rock, the exact same color and size with the dark yellow border surrounding it. It was so surreal I had to ask myself if I was dreaming. Once again, I outlined the symbols with my actual fingers and silently asked myself "what is happening to me" "why did this wall and kiva call to me?" Tears welled up in my throat as I was humbled to my core. The only sounds were that of my whispering voice in the museum. After spending an unknown amount of time in front of this wall, I kissed my fingers and carefully touched the wall, saying goodbye to this symbol letting me know I had arrived where I was supposed to be. It was the kiva that I needed to descend into. I quietly turned and followed the darkened hallway leading to the exit door. The air outside was cold, like an approaching snowstorm and the wind throwing my untamed red hair all over the place. I noticed the weight of the black backpack I was wearing, reminding me of the days of my youth hiking far into the wilderness areas. As I approached the kiva sight, the hair on the back of my neck stood up when I instantly recognized the square entrance to the sacred chamber. It was exactly as I saw six nights earlier, alone and calling to me. When I got on the stocky wooden ladder to descend in to the sacred earthen structure, I silently laughed at how much easier it was to descend in spirit, than with my bulky, obtrusive pack behind me; the silence and feelings totally unreal. The peace and simpleness of the kiva again humbled me to the core. As I entered, I kindly said hello to "grandfather" I had seen in my vision but not with my eyes. I sat down in the center near the base of the stairs happily becoming one with the soft red cool dirt still in shock such a place really existed. I asked him to help me understand why I had been called to this sacred location by such a wise soul. I took out my beaded braintanned medicine pouch, I had made many years ago and began to rub a few of my sacred possessions in to the earth and in to the leather of the bag, even rubbing red sand in to my beaded mocassions I, too had made many years ago squaw stitching a blue bear paw on one foot and a yellow buffalo head on the other. I took off my strong bear claw necklace from around my neck, I had made many years ago and rubbed it to into the sacred earth acknowledging to the earth we would become one. I then laid flat on my back, eyes closed ready to hear whatever was waiting for me to hear. After moments of silence, suddenly I just knew this kiva was a reminder to how we need to live in the future. How we need to reconnect to the simple ways of living with the earth, instead of against it. Deep in this round kiva, a family could easily sleep on animal hides and cook simple meals in the fire pit safe from the elements above. Dances and ceremonies would be simple and natural; laughter permeating this structure. How then, I asked myself, have we gotten, as a species so off course; living completely against the earth way?!!! I found myself apologizing to Mother Nature once again, since I find myself doing so almost daily. Now, it even meant more to me, tears welling up into my eyes. When my thoughts quieted, I noticed the light above starting to wane and I knew it was time for me to leave this precious place and continue on my journey to Sedona. I said good bye to grandfather that resided in another dimension in this sacred place and told him I was honored he called to me and promised I would do my best to hear the lessons from the other world.
I experienced great sadness walking away from this underground dwelling and entered back into the museum guarding it. I needed someone to share with, so I found myself standing alone with Madalyn, the kind woman working behind the counter with not another soul in sight. This too was magical, for only after a few moments of talking with each other we recognized one another from another time and another place now gone. I told her my story about the dream leading me to the kiva, and she shared her story, about how a dream led her as well to a sacred location only minutes from where we were standing. She even had a picture of it on her cell phone which she shared me. She knew from her dream, she was a Protector of the Sacred Sites, and of the Ancient Souls now walking around in human form. I knew she was right and instantly felt love and kindness for her especially because I felt the same way. As in my vision, I just met one of the warriors from the red sand stone canyon. I asked her to say hi to grandfather for me every day and thanked her for taking care of such a sacred, sacred spot. We agreed to always stay in contact with each other which we all ready have, and I'm sure will for days and years to come. Thank you Great Spirit for this amazing experience and to you Madalyn for your beautiful soul. I am so happy to see you again!!!! (Part 2 will be about my 3.5 hours of missing time, after leaving the kiva; ending up on a Navajo reservation in the middle of the night totally lost)
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