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Redemption: A returning of what was supposed to be. One must walk into hell or the abyss to find a redemption that cannot be stolen. The walk through hell makes the redemption an inseperatible part of one's spirit. But hell has many shapes and many forms. The way it manifests in your experience is determined by the spiritual lesson your higher self is requiring you to master at that particular moment in your existance. The same lesson will come in many forms in many reincarnations until you finally understand and walk in the path of gnosis or knowledge. The dream of the shaman came after an extended walk through an experience of hell. It was a spiritual initiation which represented years of training and preparation requiring extreme endurance.
The destination is important. But the journey shares equal importance. Fore this is where the character is developed. And one begins to understand that spiritual growth is not an option. It is a neccessity. I understand that all of my experiences had led to this point. But the dream of the shaman was not the destination. It was yet another path on the journey.
Here is a poem.
Journey Of The Soul
To Continue
In spite of all obstacles
To Stand
When others have fled
To Sing
Through darkness and through light
To Dream
For what is life without visions of tommorrow
To Dance
Long after the music has stopped
To Live
On the breath of faith and on the wings of the promise of
life
This
Is My Quest
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Go In Peace
Queendoms By The Sea
(A story for young adults)
Long ago in the time before his-story. There lived powerful nations of women in Queendoms by the sea. They loved peace and cooperation. There was no word in their vocabulary for war. Fore there was no memory of anyone ever engaging in one. They tilled the land and honored the earth. Their meat was the the fruit that dropped into the soft tall grasses as gifts of the trees. Their god was the Goddess: the giver, the nuturer, the protector, the Great Mother of the universe. They studied the skies, the moons and the suns. There were two moons and two suns: A male moon hidden inside the female moon. And a male sun sun was hidden deep within the female sun. These powerful women were the first mystics fore this is the story of the Miss. The miss-story or mystery.
Now in the land of the stone mountain of the red earth in what is now called Atlanta, there lived men. They slept in campgrounds at night and hunted animals to eat during the day. No vegetation would grow fore the men had poisoned the ground by spitting and urinating on the tall sweet grasses, and laying waste to the sandy springs that once watered the ground. The trees tried to distract the men from this destruction by dropping large fruit at the men's feet. But the men thought it was for sport. They held large contest to see who could kick the fruit the farthest. And then the men cut down the trees.
The animal's food supply was quickly disappearing. Rabbit, elk and all animals large and small began to fall down dead of thirst and hunger. The men were also hungry. And they became so thirsty they drank their own urine. The leader of the men was a tall husky male named Hu-Man. Hu-Man shouted his command to all the men. "We shall leave this place in search of new lands to conquer. We shall go the the land of the women in the savannah by the sea. And make war and take what they have." All the men cheered. They were proud to have such a great commander.
It was the early morning right after the rising suns that the Seer sensed a disturbance in the life energy that surrounded the Queendom. She had been restless all night. The Hearer, was also uneasy. Something was not balanced. Something odd was coming and it had a strange sound.
The men were camped just beyond the mountains of the moon planning a surprise attack when the sun rose to its highest point in the sky. But the morning mist was against the men. It carried the stench of the men's urine to the noses of the women. "What is that foul odor", they cried. "We have never smelled anything so horrid!" There was no fortress or barrier surrounding the Queendom for it had never been necessary to keep anyone out nor to lock anyone in. The men surrounded the Queendom and raised knives into the air. It was high noon moon when the sun was at its highest and warmest point in the sky. The Seer, the Hearer and that great mystic the Knower, stood at the place of the alter which overlooked the sea and the land. When Hu-Man saw them he shouted. "Give us your gold, your silver, your precious stones. And then give us your bodies to do with them as we wish. I am a man!" And all the men beat their chests and tried to roar like lions.
The women had never seen such arrogant foolishness. The Hearer and the Seer, stood behind tht Knower and stretched their arms out from their sides with their palms toward the heavens. The Knower, burned the sacred incense of frankincense, myrrh, and dried menstrual fluid in a golden cup. She then stretched her arms out in front of her with palms pointed toward the earth. She wore a gown of deep purple. The Seer and the Hearer wore gowns of royal blue. The positions in which they stood and their outstretched arms formed a trinity of energy or a triangle. Thhe women gathered behind them wore garments of various colors. Those wearing garments of red, black, and orange stretched their palms out toward the earth and hummed ohm___.
Those wearing yellow gowns stretched their palms in the direction of the winds of west, east, south, north and hummed ohm___. Thhe women wearing green, pink, and pastel blue raised their arms to the skies and hummed ohm___. The Hearer and the Seer began chanting the names of the Goddess: "Segnet, Isis, Kali, Shakti, Ahset, Oya, Quan Yin, Yemaya, Patchamama, All In All, Mother Father Mind. Thhe Knower began sing: "Ancient Mother we know you. Ancient Mother in us all. Ancient Mother we grow toward you. Ancient Mother All In All."
The men had never seen such a spectacle. They had declared war on these women and the women responded by singing! "That's why women should never be in charge." said Hu-Man. "They refuse to play the game of war!" Just then the whirlwinds rose up from the women's arms. Thunder rose up from their voices. The skies, the sun, and the moon became black like coal. The ground shook violently. And the men fell into large holes that opened under their feet. Thhen seddenly, these ground openings slammed shut with a loud roar. The skies returned to blue, and the whirlwinds drifted out to sea. However, some of the men were allowed to escaape the crushing earth so they could tell what happened as a warning to others. But the men lied. And said the women were witches, bitches, whores, and devils who practiced a wicked craft. And the knowledge of the Mother Goddess was outlawed in the land of the men. But it is whispered, if you go to Savannah Georgia. And stretch your arms out toward the coastal waters while softly singing the name of the Goddess. A magical wind will open the door to allow you to enter the legendary Queendoms By The Sea.
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PEACE
Now I will tell about White Cloud.
White Cloud is an indigenous spirit that I first saw in the Atlanta vortex. A vortex is a gathering of spiritual energy of earth, sky, water, and other dimensions, that is concentrated in certain places of the earth. In Atlanta, there is a very powerful vortex that manifests in many areas of the metropolitian area. But I will not tell where these areas are in order to protect these areas from tourists and real estate developers
How do I describe my experience with White Cloud. He is the gentle breeze that brushes against my cheek. He is the movement of white clouds in a blue sky that resembles the precious crystal lapis lazuli. He is the voice of the ancesters. Something about him seemed somewhat familiar. I thought of my father who was no longer with me and I thought of my mother and grandmother. White Cloud's appearances seemed to be preceeded by a soft by a soft wind that floated amoung the trees the way water flowed around a log in the river. Pointing to different times. And the mother energy of earth which always brings forth life it has formed in the dark secretness of the womb.
I first became aware of White Cloud when I went to inspect a room available for rent. The backyard of this house had a very had a very strong spiritual energy I recognized immediately. A string of outrageous circumstances had led me to seek a room to rent in this particular place. I have learned the universe will create whatever situation neccessary to place a person wherever she needs to be. The room was small and inadequate and the house unkept. The woman who wanted to sublease the room allowed the house th become a place of cobb webs. Oddly I never saw any spiders, but the spider webs were too numerous to count.
The house was somewhat haunted. At night the slight sound of drums could be heard inside the house but not in the yard. Along with the sound of singing, humming, and the ocean sound one hears from a seashell. Sometimes the images of what many people refer to as ghosts would appear in different rooms. If the door of the unused front room was closed odd knocking sounds would sometimes occur. The woman who was renting the house said her cat would refuse to go into that room and then it ran away. However, my timid little cat ran all over the house looking for adventure and the best place to take a nap.
The home had been built in the middle of a very powerful vortex which containes different vibrations of energy. One section was a sacred space which had been a place of ritual. From another section which resembled a large thicket would come a very visable mist which often preceeded violent thunder storms. It was in the third section that I first saw the vision of White Cloud. I would go there each morning to honor the energy of the land, the wind and the sky. And the memory of the ancesters.
This section of earth contained the memory of what had happened on the land. This part of the vortex had been a ceremonial gathering place of a particular group of asawnee. But they had been murdered and stolen from by European invaders who used christianity as a cloke for their sin. Faced with annilation they met one last time at the gathering place. Their numbers had become dangerously small. In this tiny group there were no men. There was one grandmother, one child-a daughter, and a few young women. They left on foot after the mornong mist. Some carried very small bundles. These were not the pale skinned blue eyed blonds and brunettes who are depicted as Indians in every photograph, film and television program. These people were dark. Their legacy denigrated and stolen.
After their departure White Cloud returned and performed a song/chant and dance to preserve a certain vibration of energy and then he stepped into the relm of the dead. to await the one who would come who would see the vision and hear the song. And perform the same song/dance that would release the energy that would destroy those who had destroyed his people.
Now I do the dance and sing the chant of White Cloud fore they have become mine. And I Have taught it to others who have taught it. Everyone who has performed it has had a spiritual experience.
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