Tuesday, February 01, 2005
A ~ S A C R E D ~ F I R E
I was flying in my no form-ness (it is just easier to get around that way) when from thousands of feet above the earth I spied a flickering white light fire (just like a star if you looked up and out. "WHoa!" said I, "must descend here a bit and see what that is!!!" So down I came closer and closer above it to behold a huge bond fire with bodies standing around it in a circle.
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"hmmmmmm very interesting," so I came all the way down to the ground (into full attunement with the bond fire and the people around it) and Lo` and behold they were all young but mature Native American males each representing a different tribe on the North American continant. I walked around the outside of their circle beholding each and every one. Boy was I getting my fill of the chiefs I use to call in spirit because they all seemed to be gone from here where I live.
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But anyway. . .
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Here they all were and I liked the plains Indians the best (no idea why. I just felt kinship) They were all fancied up in traditional garb but there was one there that just had a short breach of beige leather and he wore only one white feather in his long black braids. Don't ask me why I was so drawn to him but I must have looked to closely because in a flick I was suddenly 'me inside of man with 1 white feather'.
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I got so excited I couldn't contain myself and the he of me silently 'ordered me' to calm down - which I immediately did and began marveling that I/we had done that so easily.... So there I was calmly looking out through man with one white feather staring into the BOND fire.
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By and by I noticed a form take shape within the fire and of the substance of the fire.
It was an old old indian man in a knee length white robe with long white hair in scruffy braids, no feathers. he carried a palm sized bowl in his left hand. I was transfixed and simultaneously totally still as me inside of one white feather. Closer and closer came the old man of the fire. right up nose to nose with us. As I stared into the old man's eyes suddenly I was the old man looking back at man with 1 white feather. I was in their gaze or energy rapport` and I was marveling at the whole phenomena.
Back and forth I went between them and then stayed in the old man of the fire.
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We lifted the bowl up to the heart level and dipped the 2 first fingers of our right hand into the white stuff in the bowl. The old man's hand then reached out of the edge of the fire where he stood and made a line straight down (verticle) from man with one feather's center lip to the bottom of the chin. Then the old man dipped again and did 2 more lines horizontal straight out from the corners of man with one white feather's mouth. Then old man dipped again and made a white line down the bridge of Man with One White Feather's nose. Then old man dipped again and made a long line across the eyebrows left to right. Then dipped again and did a 2nd line right above (mid forehead) that left to right.
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((Oh I forgot to tell you that after each of the white lines were applied I was inside of man with one white feather just long enough to feel a release of energy which was added unto him with each additional line painted on his face))
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I was silently marveling like I couldn't believe - at this happening and simultaniously exclaiming, "Well no wonder I feel like I'm in a wrong (not right) life-style this life-time!!".
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So now we get to the 3rd white line horizontal across the very top under the hair line of man with one white feather's face and wham ! ! - instantly the whole Earth is perceived as the sacred mother of all life and the whole scene is ONE BEING (that's a word that I glammed onto later later) ONE THING is what it was. All in forms but the awareness was just THE ONE US and it was all of us everywhere and there right then.
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"WWwwww oooooooo wwwwWW!!", thought I, without making a wave! and then BLAM I was back in my own body as she who writes and logs experience with you right here and right
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A ~ S A C R E D ~ F I R E
Aye we stand. . .staring at our common source
Each representing our own kind
Unto the receiving of VISION
Again we go unto the grandfathers
Making W A Y for justice to reappear on Earth
Deligated in us by the Chief
Whose connection with knife and sword
Has been tested, tried and trued
Burnt forth from metal into light
The sacred flame, deep within
BELOW DREAMS OF FEAR
Smolders here. . .
As source comes again through us
Who can be rising fire thunderbirds
Amidst the people
Hawk emerges first Or` far horizon
But soon. . . transmutes in wisdom
To Eagle with snake in tow
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