Tuesday, April 13
I am a Goddess
I am a Goddess. I am a Dancer. I Dance my Prayers. I Dance my Dreams Awake. I Dance. That is part of my intention for this "90" Days. Who said this was going to be easy? I do want this Ascension Life, Way of Being in the World. I believe that it is Truth. I must also believe in myself, I am starting to understand that now. So, here I am sitting here sipping my Green Pineapple Juice and soon to be eating some vegetable food. I am doing this, it is not 100% like I want it to be. Put the whip down - I have to constantly remind myself of that. Who am I racing, like if I don't do this quickly that it will somehow be too late. I know that I don't want my Body to degenerate anymore and every choice has everything to do with Regeneration, it is so easy to forget. When will I reach the point in the curve when it is easier to be High Frequency than to not be? I know that isn't being the in the Present, but that is what I want. So, here I am Universe. I know I can do this/be this. I know I have the strength and the courage, but first I must have Love. Love for me through and through.
The One Choice
I was reminded last weekend of the time when I first arrived in Alaska, in 1992. I had driven in my little Toyota pick up from Wisconsin across the Dakotas and up through Canada to Anchorage. I made the whole journey with no plan or itinerary, allowing my spirit to guide me as to which highways to take, when to drive, when to stop, and where to sleep. It was a magical time in my experience, when ravens surrounded me everywhere I went, and wolves, coyotes, deer, and bears met with me along the way to give me the gift of their insights and medicine.
Near the end of my journey, as I came within 100 miles of Anchorage, I could feel myself moving back into the kharmic fields around the city. It was a feeling of sadness mixed with compassion for my own give-away; for when I was so clear after two weeks on the highway with minimal human contact and a complete embracing from the world of nature and the animals, I was able to feel the density of the choice I was making. It was hard in a way, because I had found in past 3 years that I could live quite easily in complete trust, with every need always taken care of, without ever entering the 12/60 vibrational field. I simply manifested everything that was necessary for my life, receiving those things from the Ancestors as they were provided. I knew that the level of constant communion with spirit would be challenged as I returned into the world of humanity.
Within the first few weeks of being in Anchorage, I was repeatedly introduced to a group of Lakota people who, along with Athabaskan, Tsimshian, Tlingket, Haida, Cheyenne, Cheroke, Apache, and many other tribal peoples, had initiated the first inter-tribal Drum in the northern country. They talked about the legend that some of the Lakota elders had talked about, that when the big drums (inter-tribal drums) came at last to the northern shores, a great light would shine out of the north and illuminate the world, causing the human beings to remember who they are and why they came here. It would be the beginning of the end of all separation.
A whole group of us newbies joined the drum at the same time. We were passionate about the prophecies, and the energy for new dance groups and new drums began to take off. It was a time when judgment was beginning to unravel, where color and race did not matter, all that mattered was what's in your heart. Elders shared their wisdom and ceremonies with all who wished to participate. The spirit of the Ancestors began to grow in the people and they began to reclaim their power and thrive.
My first few times at the drum were almost scary. These drums carried the spirit of the people, and were regarded as Mother Earth's heartbeat. Their sacredness was honored by walking around them in a clockwise manner. People brought tobacco to scatter across the drum in blessing. The inter-tribal drums had been brought to Anchorage with the intention for healing our communities. Men and women from all walks of life-judges, policemen, teachers, invalids on welfare, ex-cons (many ex-cons), children, and particularly those in recovery from alcohol or substance abuse-all were equally welcome around the drum.
There was only one rule that was strictly enforced. Before being invited to sit at the drum, or even attend an event where the drums were present and open, one had to be completely free of alcohol for two weeks. This was true for drug addictions as well, but the alcohol was the one that gathered the most focus from the elders. They were intent on creating a safe place where alcohol was completely absent, where people could experience the frequency of empowerment that is not available when this substance is in our life/energy field. The elders felt that if people could step into that frequency periodically, over and over, they would begin to make the connection for themselves to the experience of life not under the influence of alcohol.
Gradually, the elders felt, they would begin to make the choice for sobriety. And it was amazing to see, young children giving up alcohol (because they already had experience of it in their lives!) and embracing their inherent wisdom. Men and women with low self-esteem, coming to the drum and finding themselves whole once again. It was such an honor to be allowed to share the songs, healing, life, and dreams of the people who came to the drum.
The drum keepers took their roles very seriously. All the choices they made as a group were prayed over, meditated with, and reflected on to find the choice that would be of the greatest service to the people. They went in the sweat lodge for purification ceremonies regularly, and avoided all contact with anything that they felt would compromise their personal frequencies. Though they were all human, and made some choices that they would later examine and redirect, their dedication to this service was a life choice that inspired them to be more. The elders continued to encourage us all to keep doing ceremony, as it would raise our frequencies in a way that nothing else alone could do. They always said, if we did ceremony and sweat lodges regularly for year after year, pretty soon we would be vibrating at a level that would draw people to us just to experience this frequency.
I remember at the time thinking that it was a little unlikely. Now, after many experiences of this very thing, I now know from experience that what they told me was true. A perfect example of this happened today, as Blew Thunder and I were finishing up our laundry at the Fredonia laundromat.
A neighbor had seen our car in the parking lot and came in to tell us about the Forrest Service Open House that was going on. It was an outreach to the community to gather responses about a proposed limitation of motor vehicle travel on the Kaibab plateau. Many small roads were due to be closed and traffic redirected to larger roads.
Michael and I both felt that we were to go in and visit the open house for some reason. We do not have much experience on the Kaibab plateau, nor do we have an opinion of whether or not to close any roads. Instead, we went in to gather information and make a connection.
When we first walked in to the meeting, we were the only public in the room at that moment. We quickly heard the presentation, then I felt the ancestors begin to urge me to speak on behalf of Mother Earth. Apparently Michael felt the same thing, for he opened his mouth and out came the most amazing things about taking care of the Earth, and how she responds to us when we communicate with her. In a moment, the Grandfathers were talking through us, I could feel the ancestor lights swirling around us as they do in the sweat lodge.
And I watched as one Forrest Service representative after another came into the room, quietly took a place, and listened as though they had never heard this before. It was astounding what the Grandmothers and Grandfathers said through us, and after we were done sharing as we left, they each stepped forward to shake our hands and introduce themselves. I felt as though something had been activated in their hearts that had been asleep for a long, long, time.
And I expressed my gratitude-so much gratitude that it brings tears of joy to my eyes!-that I had the courage to make that one choice for sobriety way back in 1978, then to renew the vow once again with the Northen Lights Drum in 1992. That choice is what opened up the possibility for everything I am now doing with my life. Just that one choice.
Kachina333
Near the end of my journey, as I came within 100 miles of Anchorage, I could feel myself moving back into the kharmic fields around the city. It was a feeling of sadness mixed with compassion for my own give-away; for when I was so clear after two weeks on the highway with minimal human contact and a complete embracing from the world of nature and the animals, I was able to feel the density of the choice I was making. It was hard in a way, because I had found in past 3 years that I could live quite easily in complete trust, with every need always taken care of, without ever entering the 12/60 vibrational field. I simply manifested everything that was necessary for my life, receiving those things from the Ancestors as they were provided. I knew that the level of constant communion with spirit would be challenged as I returned into the world of humanity.
Within the first few weeks of being in Anchorage, I was repeatedly introduced to a group of Lakota people who, along with Athabaskan, Tsimshian, Tlingket, Haida, Cheyenne, Cheroke, Apache, and many other tribal peoples, had initiated the first inter-tribal Drum in the northern country. They talked about the legend that some of the Lakota elders had talked about, that when the big drums (inter-tribal drums) came at last to the northern shores, a great light would shine out of the north and illuminate the world, causing the human beings to remember who they are and why they came here. It would be the beginning of the end of all separation.
A whole group of us newbies joined the drum at the same time. We were passionate about the prophecies, and the energy for new dance groups and new drums began to take off. It was a time when judgment was beginning to unravel, where color and race did not matter, all that mattered was what's in your heart. Elders shared their wisdom and ceremonies with all who wished to participate. The spirit of the Ancestors began to grow in the people and they began to reclaim their power and thrive.
My first few times at the drum were almost scary. These drums carried the spirit of the people, and were regarded as Mother Earth's heartbeat. Their sacredness was honored by walking around them in a clockwise manner. People brought tobacco to scatter across the drum in blessing. The inter-tribal drums had been brought to Anchorage with the intention for healing our communities. Men and women from all walks of life-judges, policemen, teachers, invalids on welfare, ex-cons (many ex-cons), children, and particularly those in recovery from alcohol or substance abuse-all were equally welcome around the drum.
There was only one rule that was strictly enforced. Before being invited to sit at the drum, or even attend an event where the drums were present and open, one had to be completely free of alcohol for two weeks. This was true for drug addictions as well, but the alcohol was the one that gathered the most focus from the elders. They were intent on creating a safe place where alcohol was completely absent, where people could experience the frequency of empowerment that is not available when this substance is in our life/energy field. The elders felt that if people could step into that frequency periodically, over and over, they would begin to make the connection for themselves to the experience of life not under the influence of alcohol.
Gradually, the elders felt, they would begin to make the choice for sobriety. And it was amazing to see, young children giving up alcohol (because they already had experience of it in their lives!) and embracing their inherent wisdom. Men and women with low self-esteem, coming to the drum and finding themselves whole once again. It was such an honor to be allowed to share the songs, healing, life, and dreams of the people who came to the drum.
The drum keepers took their roles very seriously. All the choices they made as a group were prayed over, meditated with, and reflected on to find the choice that would be of the greatest service to the people. They went in the sweat lodge for purification ceremonies regularly, and avoided all contact with anything that they felt would compromise their personal frequencies. Though they were all human, and made some choices that they would later examine and redirect, their dedication to this service was a life choice that inspired them to be more. The elders continued to encourage us all to keep doing ceremony, as it would raise our frequencies in a way that nothing else alone could do. They always said, if we did ceremony and sweat lodges regularly for year after year, pretty soon we would be vibrating at a level that would draw people to us just to experience this frequency.
I remember at the time thinking that it was a little unlikely. Now, after many experiences of this very thing, I now know from experience that what they told me was true. A perfect example of this happened today, as Blew Thunder and I were finishing up our laundry at the Fredonia laundromat.
A neighbor had seen our car in the parking lot and came in to tell us about the Forrest Service Open House that was going on. It was an outreach to the community to gather responses about a proposed limitation of motor vehicle travel on the Kaibab plateau. Many small roads were due to be closed and traffic redirected to larger roads.
Michael and I both felt that we were to go in and visit the open house for some reason. We do not have much experience on the Kaibab plateau, nor do we have an opinion of whether or not to close any roads. Instead, we went in to gather information and make a connection.
When we first walked in to the meeting, we were the only public in the room at that moment. We quickly heard the presentation, then I felt the ancestors begin to urge me to speak on behalf of Mother Earth. Apparently Michael felt the same thing, for he opened his mouth and out came the most amazing things about taking care of the Earth, and how she responds to us when we communicate with her. In a moment, the Grandfathers were talking through us, I could feel the ancestor lights swirling around us as they do in the sweat lodge.
And I watched as one Forrest Service representative after another came into the room, quietly took a place, and listened as though they had never heard this before. It was astounding what the Grandmothers and Grandfathers said through us, and after we were done sharing as we left, they each stepped forward to shake our hands and introduce themselves. I felt as though something had been activated in their hearts that had been asleep for a long, long, time.
And I expressed my gratitude-so much gratitude that it brings tears of joy to my eyes!-that I had the courage to make that one choice for sobriety way back in 1978, then to renew the vow once again with the Northen Lights Drum in 1992. That choice is what opened up the possibility for everything I am now doing with my life. Just that one choice.
Kachina333
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