Sacred Fire

Grandfather looks heavenward at this hour. His gaze is steady and intense. I need to walk the path. Grandfather walks with me. The stillness is wonderful and refreshing. He hums softly. The vibration of the humming seems to open my sight to images of golden fields of wheat moving/swaying by the soft winds.
Raven calls. His graceful form moves effortlessly against a clear blue sky.He circles several times,then disappears among the grove of tree's nearby.
Now,I see a mountain range. It's slopes bare traces of snow. So silent,so massive.Eagle soars above it's summit.His call reverberates far and wide.Oh,how good to hear these blessed voices.I've missed their call.I've missed seeing them in their own respective element...such power and grace.
Grandfather and I walk on in stillness.He stops suddenly;and with a stick,traces a circle into the earth.He takes the pipe and moves it over the circle several times.He indicates to me that we should stand together inside the circle.As I step in to join him,the circle begins to move.Grandfather's eyes tell me to focus on his eyes,not the moving circle.I do. I feel the moving increase,even faster.He begins to hum again.The moving stops suddenly.I'm standing at the edge of the ocean. The waters are so calm.A voice whispers,"Little Sister,open your eyes." She stands before me. Her smile more radiant than the sun. "Come,she whispers." It's time to dance.The drums begin.She turns to the West. The sun is merely moments from setting. She whispers again,"Come," and takes my hand.The drums increase in pace and volume.I feel the familiar spiraling as it surrounds me.
She speaks,"We'll dance before the Ancients. We'll dance in the midst of the Sacred Fire. Come!"
Now,we're approaching a camp fire.The flames are so alive,so hypnotic,so timed to the drums.Several persons stand to receive us.She speaks,"Greeting beloved of the beloved.We come in answer to your call. We rejoice to be part of the Sacred Dance." We are made welcomed,and invited to enter with in the Sacred Circle. She turns her gaze toward me. She whispers,"Look deeply thru these portals, and enter with-in." Again,the spiraling begins and I am lifted up into the night sky.She whispers,"Listen to the drum. It is a single voice come to deliver a message.Listen closely, little sister."
I look for her, but see only the night sky.Suddenly,a single drum sounds.It's slow,steady beat comes ever nearer,until I feel a presence.Words fall gently and clearly before me.I can see the words take shape to form images. The words reveal wisdom and joy.
Each word and it's image reflects many life-forms,many seasons,many journeys.Unique and part of the whole message.I see a new world rising in the East. I feel a new life essence being poured out into and throughout the cosmos. I see dying suns and moons replaced by new ones.I see the skies tremble,and stars(unseen before,) appearing. All this wrapped in warmth,and light,and stillness.
The drum is now silenced,but I can feel it's vibration reverberating thru my entire being.She whispers,"Come,little sister."Soon it will be sunrise."I look at her,and see we are again at the waters edge."Please sing that song for me," I ask.She replies,"Sleep, little sister. I will sing your song.It is,after all,your song that I sing.
Again,I find myself on the path. As she sings,I'm met by Grey wolf. Within that song we are held,and walk in the wondrous stillness.As I make my way down the path to home,Grey wolf stops,lowers his head slightly,and walks away,back to the woods.Her voice continues to sing,somewhere deep within me.

Four Shamanic Voices: Maestro Tlakaelel

Four
Shamanic
Voices:

Maestro
Tlakaelel

''Here in the Americas, more than 2,000 years ago, groups went forth in the four directions with the message that we must return again to raise up this great confederation of nations.''


Q: How can we help the Earth to heal?

Tlakaelel: The need that we have is to truly know the Earth. This is the basis of everything. There are many technological advances, and Mother Earth has suffered many alterations. They have changed, for example, the rivers. They have made great reservoirs all over the world, here in America and in Europe, and in Africa the great mammoth Aswan, the greatest reservoir in the world. This has altered the ecology. In ancient Egypt, the Nile river grew and inundated the riverbanks, leaving fertile earth and humidity and cleansing all of Egypt. Now, they regulate the water, and there are no longer these floods. Instead, they must lift up the water with mechanical pumps. There are shells and conches which developed in the water. Before, when the water went down, it took with it these animals. Now it never goes down so these animals are reproducing in a terrible way. The eggs of the small animals are killing the people. This is dangerous. In all places where they have detoured the waters of the Nile, where they have regulated the currents, this has altered the Earth.

Humans have extracted millions of metric tons of petroleum, leaving enormous empty caverns. Now we have more earthquakes. They are more frequent and stronger, more powerful. The climate of the world has been changed, and many of us are guilty of this. It is incredible that we had not taken this into account, until a man by the name of Thor Heyerdal awakened people's curiosity. He journeyed on the ocean in a raft and saw that there were enormous oceanic deserts where there was no life, where everything was covered with trash -- the trash that was dumped into the ocean by all the cities, plastic cans and bottles, and so on. Heyerdal brought forth the voice of alarm, that we are killing the ocean and soon everything will disappear.

We indigenous people, we saw something. This is the message of the ancestors. We remember the message of Chief Seattle, his poem to natural life that is an inspiration, a hymn, for current ecological groups. Chief Seattle's naturalness, his comprehension of our natural relationship with All That Exists -- this is the thinking of all of the indigenous peoples of the world. When asked to sell his land, Chief Seattle said sincerely, ''But how can one sell his own mother? Who can sell his mother? Who can sell the aroma of the pines? Or the murmur of the insects? Or the sound of the waters and the rivers? Or the air that we breath, which is breathed by the eagles? It was breathed by the buffalo. We all share it. Who can say this?'' In the last part of the message he says, ''If you are all coming together in these places you call cities, you live far away from nature. One day not too far away, you will awaken, drowning in your own excrement.'' And in the end, he said prophetically, ''Now life ends and survival begins.'' He said this 200 years ago, expressing perfectly the thinking of native people today.

How to heal Mother Earth? We must return once again to love Mother Earth, to understand her. The Earth is the ashes of our forefathers. At the beginning, it was a ball of fire. And little by little, it began to cool. Then we entered into a space where there was water. Water began to enter. Little by little it began to cool. In this water from outer space floated spores and seeds, and thus began the first plants, the most primitive plants. They were microscopic -- their roots were microscopic -- and they combined with the water and went into the pores of the rock. In this way, a plant grew and then died. And its ashes were part of the Earth. So more plants were created and then more ashes. Then the big trees came and the animals and we, ourselves. And each one of us will become ashes. So the Earth is the ashes of our forefathers. This is not a metaphorical statement -- it is true. She is our mother and these are our ancestors. They maintain life, and all that exists is sacred because everything is interrelated.


There were many eagles and there were many animals that the eagles eat. In this way there was always an equilibrium. We all look for balance. The animals teach us how to live. When we put many rabbits in a cage and give them all the food they want, they limit their space. When they see that there are too many, the mothers kill the small ones. So they maintain the number of individuals who can live in the space. This is how the animals teach us. There are many more examples.

How to heal the Earth? Understand her. Love her. Identify ourselves with her. This is all that is necessary.

We have forgotten. Today the people don't think of her as something sacred. They think of her as private property, something we must exploit. And they don't think about regenerating the Earth. A way to heal the Earth is through the rotation of crops, by planting different plants. The trees do this. Over a determined period of time, the pines are born and die and other plants begin to grow, other trees, and then again the pines. There is a natural rotation. Yes, it is possible to do this, if we understand. The important thing is that we have a synthesis.

What is the Earth? We see that it's a planet. We are in a solar system which is moving. Mother Earth is alive. She moves, she breathes, she has her own energy and movements. And the human beings, we are interconnected --our brains, our minds -- with all other human beings. The totality of our mind is the mind of Mother Earth. We are connected with the animals, with the plants and with all the beings that exist. But we have forgotten this. And now the few people who can move these forces because they know them -- because they feel them -- we call these people witches or medicine men or shamans. But anyone can do this. We all have the same capacity for comprehension.


The people who think a different way are said to be crazy. But we are not crazy. The medicine person lives on another plane, another vibration or wavelength. All that exists in this world is vibrating at a special wavelength and only exists in that wavelength. Shamans are simply receptors who receive this wavelength. But we can have other wavelengths, like Sai Baba. He has different wavelengths, and he materializes things. For this reason some say he's crazy. It's just that he's different because he goes beyond the human condition, beyond the common, beyond that middle point, and he dares to use these forces. He lives in two worlds. His world should be at the reach of all.

We must think of how to heal the people, of how to achieve a complete change in the human mind. We are the problem, and the official education has many lies. We are taught a history that is not the true history of the world. Instead, it is written in the interests of the people who have won the wars. The official history goes back only 8,000 years from the War of Troy, and since then we have just had wars and more wars. We don't remember other things. When someone speaks of Atlantis or Lemuria or other prior civilizations, they say these are just theories. But we know they are true. Science has just not committed itself to investigating this further. They have just uncovered the remains of a man in Africa who is 3.5 million years old. The official histories say man is new, maybe 150,000 years. And the other millions of years? And the people who were there before? There is proof of other technological civilizations that were more advanced than ours. We all think we are the greatest of humanity, but this just isn't true.

I am a Toltec Chichimeka indigenous person. More than 12,000 years ago, my forefathers began to unify humanity again. We knew that, before, there had been communication among all of the peoples of the planet. There was one single culture, one single religion. But a cataclysm came and left us out of touch. The few survivors began again to evolve. They are our forefathers, the survivors of the destruction of Atlantis. With these ideas, with this knowledge, they went to a place called the Mountain of the Serpent in the middle of a valley in what we now call Mexico, and they sent forth four expeditions to the four directions to carry a message. This historic message is that we are all descendants of a great culture, of a paradise. In my language we call this Tamoanchan where everything was in abundance, there was great luxury. And in a moment all was lost. The people who survived, the grandfathers, said this place existed. The children asked where, and were told, ''Maybe on the other side of the mountains.'' So they went forth, farther and farther, looking. In this way great migrations were established, great movements of human beings throughout the world.

Here in the Americas, more than 2,000 years ago, groups went forth in the four directions with the message that we must return again to raise up this great confederation of nations. They tried to invite the people -- those they encountered on their paths -- to organize but also to share their knowledge. These groups were messengers and ambassadors who made alliances with the peoples. They carried seeds and beans and squash and corn, and in this way they traveled and they shared this food. Throughout all the native peoples of America, we still have the same foods. Nine hundred eighty-eight years later, the descendants of those who went forth returned to the valley in Mexico, bringing all the knowledge they had been able to learn. They said, ''We have discovered that there are people of four colors but one single race, the human race. We are all brothers and sisters, and our origin is cosmic. We are all brothers and sisters because we are all sons and daughters of the same father, who we call Teotl or the Great Spirit or Great Grandfather or Great Mystery or the Superior Mind. He is the unique creator of All That Exists. We are all brothers and sisters of All That Exists. We must understand this to mutually respect one another.''

In this way, they decided to found the City of Mexico, Tenochtitlan, as the center of the cosmic race and cultural capital of the human species. They created the concept and the word ''Mexicatl,'' which means ''planetary citizen,'' or citizen of this planet. They said, ''So far, the first Mexican has not been born, but tonight we will plant in the bellies of our women, and from here, two hundred seventy-two days forward, the first Mexicas will be born, the first citizens of the universe.'' This ceremony was done on the equivalent of the 30th of the month of July in 1324. The confederation began to evolve rapidly until almost 200 years later when the Europeans arrived and our evolution was suspended. But before that, an enormous confederation existed. There were two confederations, one from today's Nicaragua to the south -- the Confederation of the Condor -- and one from Nicaragua to the north -- the Confederation of the Red Eagle. The two confederations had made an alliance, called the Confederation of the Eagle and the Condor. This history is not known. Some have tried to destroy it, but we indigenous people preserve it.

Three generations ago, we decided again to rescue our history and tradition. This is what we are doing. When our evolution was suspended, the grandfathers gave us instructions. They told us what it was we would have to do, and what would be our strength. Strength can only be given when the people identify with something, when something brings them together. What has brought our ancestors together is this idea of the cosmic citizen. The Earth is of all of us, and we are of the Earth. The Earth is not ours; we are hers. It was then that we decided to maintain the resistance, and we always preserved, in secret, what is the destiny of man: why we are here, where we come from, where we are going, and what is our mission.

So man comes to the world with the aim of seeking perfection by means of personal self-development. This perfection will arrive when man is capable of creating all that he is capable of conceiving. Here is the superior being of the future -- able to create all that we conceive. Each one of us is a link in the chain of evolution. Each one of us is a treasure, and in our genes we preserve the memory of all the generations before, of their experiences, and after, we leave behind our own experiences. And pass them on to our children. The immediate mission of each generation is the creation of the next one.

This is our mission. Now we have a goal that we must reach. We must come again to a way by which we can identify ourselves. We didn't come to this world just to eat, sleep, reproduce, and die. We have a great destiny. This destiny is possible when we achieve our worth and when we transcend. We live for just a little bit of time. That which continues living after us is the community, the Earth. Our work is to build a pyramid little by little, growing and growing and growing. Soon we will be able to complete the pyramid. For this reason, symbolically we never closed the tops of the pyramids ourselves. They were left apart. And when we complete them, then we will be like gods. We will be capable of doing everything we are capable of thinking.

We will again have a reason to be -- strength for living, to conquer all the problems: the wars that there have been, the differences between Catholics, Protestants, and Moslems. These are easier to put aside when man has the idea, I am cosmos. I am not cosmic, I am cosmos. I am an integral part of the universe, of the creation of all. And I continue being part of a great plan of creation. When we are all able to feel this just a little bit, when we identify with All That Exists, we will be planetary citizens, cosmic citizens. And peace will come. The truth will be known.

Many religions have been bred so that the people will submit. All religions are good, there are none that are negative, but man has interpreted religion in different ways to justify invasions, to justify slavery, the submission, the obedience. When we are capable of knowing the truth and can teach it to our children, then we will be healing Mother Earth, we will be healing humanity. We will be healing the universe. A worldwide reeducation is necessary.


We have committed many errors, and we must write down this history, the history of our errors, and also the good things. We must know that both the positive and negative are necessary, the good and the bad. They are two poles, the same as hot and cold, light and darkness, the positive and negative poles of energy, the man and the woman. Apparently, the two are opposed, but they come together and they create. The positive and negative poles of electricity create light. The energy of motors, the hot and the cold, create the climate in which we are able to live. The man and the woman create as they come together. So the positive and the negative side are both indispensable.

The devil could not exist apart from God. One could not exist without the other. They both are positive, for the two create our concept of good and evil. Which is the negative pole of the Earth? And which is the positive? The north, or the south? Either could be positive or negative, but together they create an energy field that regulates life on the planet. That is our concept of good and evil. Sometimes I am asked, ''Are there good witches and bad witches?'' I say, ''I understand the question, so how would you attack the bad if you don't know what it is? How could you know what's good if you don't know what good is?'' You must know the extremes, and then you can place yourself on whatever side you choose. What is good for one is not necessarily good for the other. We must learn to respect the plurality.

For the future, we must remember the people in a prayer, which goes as follows:
Creator, accept me as I am with my vices, with my passions, my detours, my works, my positive things, because I am this way. You made me this way. And permit me that I may accept those similar to me, that I may accept them as they are. And help me, Creator, so that people accept me, too.

This is good. We must mutually accept one another -- people of all colors, all religions, all languages. We must learn to respect each other because we are sons and daughters of the same Creator. The problems of humanity are coming to a climax. There has been a history of wars, of wars that each time are more bloody, each time producing more bodies, more people dying. The young people are beginning to think, ''This is the world left to us by our elders. Why are there so many wars? Why is there so much division? Why is there a North Korea and South Korea? Why is there a South Vietnam and a North Vietnam? Why are the countries divided?'' They are looking for unity, and now they are finding a motive.

We are a single human species who are now the guardians of the Earth, and that this Earth is our home. Whatever happens on our planet, positive or negative, affects all of us. We need more groups like the ecologists -- small groups, local groups, or bigger groups like Greenpeace, people who have taken a global consciousness. They are going to change the world. There is hope.

Our message would be strength for those who are struggling, strength for the warriors of peace and for the warriors of Mother Earth, strength for the ecologists, for all the people who are working to understand the Earth. Those who are demanding a reeducation on a worldwide level, those who are creating and who are teaching the truth -- they are the future! There is a very good future ahead. After many centuries, the planet begins to vibrate with an idea: We will save the Earth! This planet is our home, and we are now the guardians of the Earth. Our mission is to keep it clean, habitable, and inhabited.

We Can Make IT

Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.
I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true; one has to be strong to withstand much of what passes for "good" in our culture today. Abject disregard of what the soul finds most precious and irreplaceable and the corruption of principled ideals have become, in some large societal arenas, "the new normal.” It is hard to say which one of the current matters has rocked people's worlds and beliefs more. Ours is a time of almost daily jaw-dropping astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most too civilized, visionary people.
The heinous acts against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet ... I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is — we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I cannot tell you often enough that we are definitely the leaders we have been waiting for, and that we have been raised since childhood for this time precisely.
…I grew up on the the Coast of Maine and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able crafts in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind. I would like to take your hands for a moment and assure you that you are built well for these times. Despite your stints of doubt, your frustrations in righting all that needs change right now, or even feeling you have lost the map entirely, you are not without resource, you are not alone. Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. In your deepest bones, you have always known this is so. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
…We have been in training for a dark time such as this, since the day we assented to come to Earth. For many decades, worldwide, souls just like us have been felled and left for dead in so many ways over and over – brought down by naiveté, by lack of love, by suddenly realizing one deadly thing or another, by not realizing something else soon enough, by being ambushed and assaulted by various cultural and personal shocks in the extreme. We have a history of being gutted, and yet remember this especially … we have also, of necessity, perfected the knack of resurrection. Over and over again we have been the living proof that that which has been exiled, lost, or foundered – can be restored to life again. This is as true and sturdy a prognosis for the destroyed worlds around us as it was for our own once mortally wounded selves.
…Though we are not invulnerable, our risibility supports us to laugh in the face of cynics who say "fat chance," and "management before mercy," and other evidences of complete absence of soul sense. This, and our having been to Hell and back on at least one momentous occasion, makes us seasoned vessels for certain. Even if you do not feel that you are, you are. Even if your puny little ego wants to contest the enormity of your soul, that smaller self can never for long subordinate the larger Self. In matters of death and rebirth, you have surpassed the benchmarks many times. Believe the evidence of any one of your past testing and trials. Here it is: Are you still standing? The answer is, yes! (And no adverbs like "barely" are allowed here). If you are still standing, ragged flags or no, you are able. Thus, you have passed the bar. And even raised it. You are seaworthy.
…In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. Do not make yourself ill with overwhelm. There is a tendency too to fall into being weakened by perseverating on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails. We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater? You have all the resource you need to ride any wave, to surface from any trough.
…In the language of aviators and sailors, ours is to sail forward now, all balls out. Understand the paradox: If you study the physics of a waterspout, you will see that the outer vortex whirls far more quickly than the inner one. To calm the storm means to quiet the outer layer, to cause it, by whatever countervailing means, to swirl much less, to more evenly match the velocity of the inner, far less volatile core – till whatever has been lifted into such a vicious funnel falls back to Earth, lays down, is peaceable again. One of the most important steps you can take to help calm the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in a flurry of overwrought emotion or despair — thereby accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl. Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts — adding, adding to, adding more, and continuing. We know that it does not take "everyone on Earth" to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.
…One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks can send up flares, builds signal fires ... causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these — to be fierce and to show mercy toward others, both – are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.
…There will always be times in the midst of "success right around the corner, but as yet still unseen" when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate. The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours: They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But … that is not what great ships are built for.
…This comes with much love and prayer that you remember who you came from, and why you came to this beautiful, needful Earth.

Though all may not agree with this write.I have to have hope in my heart and believe...

Pathway to the Dreamer

Grandfather looks heavenward at this hour. There is an Aura of serenity about him . I "see" The Dreamers energy emanating with ever-widening expanse . I feel Grandfathers hand resting upon my shoulder. We're waiting... The silence is a deep, pulse of harmony; and , alive with soft rays of color...Like the prism. Each ray is a pathway , a threshold to other dimensions .
There comes a rush of wind ...The sound is nearly deafening. In it's wake a translucent sphere appears. I see layer after layer lifting free of the sphere, until there remains a gold spinning orb .
Focus your attention upon the gold object. it is means by which you may enter Dream-time. The outer layers represent the many different dimensions of Dream-time, which you have already known .
" With-in the gold object you will see yet another gold object . This inner-sphere moves counter-clockwise . It is a mechanism by which you are transported to the pathway of transparency...A state of invisibility that enables you to move freely in an instant, to where you must be for a given reason .
" Your physical frame remains visible only to those who receive you . To the others around you , you simply are unseen . Those who receive you , unknowingly await your appearance ; there, your appearance is not a shock to them .
" This state of invisibility, ( or elevated level of consciousness,) is very beneficial to your physical body , because it undergoes a process of renewal. Each component is re-energized and aligned to the proper elemental level.
While in this dimension of Dream-time, you may feel completely at rest; yet ; you are actively involved in what you are sent forth to do. It could be intervention of some sort , it could be to guide someone . It could be a mission to console the grieving. it could be to assist in restoring sense of worth / purpose to one who languishes.
Once your work is finished, you return to full physical form and substance. After you are fully rested, then you return to your earthly path ; however ; you return quite different than when you left .To put it simply, you have died to a degree;and have at the same time , entered a new level of maturity . This Maturation process is so necessary , and , intricately part of your transfiguration process.
Never fear any
of the above, for your guides attend your coming and going . Be at peace in this .

"Touch The Fire"

My mind is wandering. Words float in and out of mind ..." I need to touch the fire ", Whatever that means.And now , i hear drums...distant, muffled. I wish you could hear the drums. They're a constant, a comforting presence. Does that make any sense to you ?Yes, of course , The womb, the universal pulse, the primal voice of Mother God. Well , she's here. She is present . She presents , ( to me ) an image of a woman dancing. Long dark hair glistens in the muted fire of the torches. Her eyes are closed. She comes from Dream-Time . She moves so gracefully, so reverently, yet , with great passion .Around her gathers veils of many colors- vibrant, alive , electric .Through the veils forms emerge and form a circle around the woman. While she dances clockwise, the forms dance counter clockwise. From elsewhere a voice sings a most haunting song . The vibration of the singing becomes an irresistible cadence flowing thru me . She approaches me ... her eyes open ; flashes of brilliant blue sparks seem to issue forth toward me . Oh my , the woman is you - you hold out your hand to me , and take my hands firmly.You walk backward slowly.
You speak... answer the question in my mind, " No, you're not dreaming...Not how you imagine dreaming to be . You do need to touch the fire , again . Come ! Grandmother waits." We walk side -by-side , thru, the veils of many colors. As we pass thru the veils, the drums begin that familiar beat ...so intense, and with sense of great purpose.
You're speaking in a language unknown to me, as we walk . Suddenly, Raven appears and takes his place on your right shoulder . We approach a small hut. Inside, i see a circle of white stones that holds a fire safely. We sit down near the fire . I notice Raven is no longer on your shoulder, but i cant recall seeing him leave .
There's a noise... a rustling, a faint breeze. You look at me and smile. You rise to your feet. I do the same, and turn around to see Grandmother standing there .She steps close to you , and holds you in her arms briefly, yet emphatically. The two of you come to me , and we sit down around the circle of fire . raven now sits on Grandmothers shoulder .
" You must touch the fire, Dancingfire." Grandmother tells me . She continues , "Look into the circle of fire . let the flame take you within itself . As you enter , you will recall how you became the flame , long , long ago . You will know now , as you knew then , the power , which the flame is for you , in you , and through you to others .It is gift. You know that once such a gift is given, it is in you always. I know how difficult it can be to walk between two worlds, as do you . However, it is time to focus on the flame - the Gift .It is time to enter , to merge , to become one with the flame. Then you will understand why you are Dancingfire .Our names always speak a hidden message . Our names are not chosen randomly; instead, they are chosen, for what they are ... sacred, eternal expression of the Great Spirit who first called you by this name .
It is now very quiet. You, and Grandmother each hold one of my hands. The drums begin anew . Measured, deep , vibrating throughout me . The flame increases higher and wider . I'm moving toward it's center . Voices begin to chant as i enter the flame . Then , there is no sound. I see nothing. I'm caught up into a circling moving wind ? Not sure . It is so rapid. It all ends abruptly. i am alone on the cliffs; yet, I sense a presence. I call out, " Who are you ?Come closer so i may see you ."
" Here i am ", you call .I see you on the beach below. " Come down here . Lets dance in the surf ". You say with a joyous lilt to your voice . I begin to walk the path down to where you are . As I walk toward you , you say to me , " You are truly Fire Dancing ". Again you seem to chuckle, as you lead me into the surf.

The Coming of Grandfather

My Indian friend has my attention tonight. By candlelight his expression speaks of, " Father ". His eyes look at me, but his vision is beyond ...way beyond. He has seen so much of all that his earthly journey has revealed. Now, having passed beyond all of it, his vision reaches other worlds. Worlds of the Dreamers. He is listening to the chanting of his ancestors, He follows the flight of the Eagle. At his side walks the shadow of a Greywolf - companion here on this earth, and way beyond. The two walk softly and in peace... Thru moonlit paths of forest, along riverbeds, and on toward the great mountain. No sound do they make as they make their way toward the summit. There is no need to hurry .

Standing there at the summit, the " Father" greets the full moon, and blesses its sacred light. He blesses Four Winds as their presence moves over his countenance. The Greywolf remains at his side. The Father smiles and lifts his right arm up and outward. He holds the pipe in his fist. From within his fragile frame, a strong powerful noise begins to rise outward. His singing reverberates -borne on the four winds, the singing flows far and wide. Deep into the long night the " Father " stands unmoving. He listens to his ancient ones,' response, and tears form in his eyes to slowly descend onto his cheeks.

At first light, the eagle soars above the summit, and beholds the pipe resting on the cliff. On the second pass, the eagle retrieves the pipe and makes its way to the valley below.
The elders gather at the hut of the father to make sure the pipe is where it belongs. Having thanked the ancients they go on their way ...smiling in secret. They know...