Connection of the unconnected

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Sometimes the Earth moves this way, sometimes that way. What’s the connection? 

Sometimes it seems impossible that we are sitting watching the fire.

The air is soft, full and still. The fire was started a long time ago and we sit and just gaze into its presence. We slowly allow the fire to melt away our awareness… no sitting, no looking, no air…no me or you, just fire. .. we sit transfixed and only fire remains…. Then, slowly, the fire fades away and out of this emptiness… a mouse appears, and then a wolf…

Running on all fours, our feet know the destination and our minds are clear.

The pounding of the earth with our paws rings throughout our ears and soon we fall into just this sound… turning into our heartbeats….. pounding and pounding…. fierce and true… then we start to see our feet are moving, around and around they take us around the fire … and then our eyes look up and meet. … and we realize what we always knew.

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Ancestors

There is no where, no thing, that has not been influenced by your ancestors.

There is no where, no thing, that has not been influenced by your ancestors.

Feet thump on the ground, round and round, in circles they go and I follow… then I am left behind.

This man walks in circles around the fire, his heart beating in time with his steps and his breath joins in the rhythm.

Ancestors emerge and as they watch the man, they whisper gently ‘He is a good man, no? Take care of him, treat him well for he has taken care of us all well many times, many rivers and moons ago.’

Suddenly I am back looking at my feet … and trip …and a big puff of smoke bellows from the embers.

I smile and kneel down and my hearts pours gratitude and love as my eyes weep for joy.

Our Fire

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Sometimes the winds come and without warning, extinguish our fire.

Our fire was built long ago.

We gathered the wood throughout many lifetimes.

Our parents provided the spark and BAM!

We became alight…alive!

We may have gathered the best wood, nice and dry, or maybe it’s a bit green. Maybe we gathered just a little bit of wood, or maybe a whole forest.

Sometimes even the strongest fire cannot survive the strongest storms. It happens. Sometimes, the weakest fire, just barely alight, can continue on and on for a very long time.

Circumstances…. Sometimes our fires endure many storms, sometimes they endure few. Sometimes our fires end oh so early, sometimes they burn and burn and burn.

Let our fires be our lamps upon ourselves and take good care.

 

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This post is dedicated in the honor of relative who recently passed away. She was proud of her Native American heritage. For you Bunnie.

The photos used in this post are not mine.

Continuing on…

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Sky and Tree, come settle on me.

The rumbling of the Earth slows down as the Buffalo retires for the night. Opening my eyes slowly reveals the stars overflowing the black sky as the dust of trampling hooves settles around. My mind is whirling, spinning and this too, slows down as my focus comes into being. Where am I? What has happened?

Who am I?

The Peacepipe is passed around and the close-by low chatter sounds like distant chanting. Smoke fills my eyes and being, breathing in those words, that chatter, filling inside my being…. Then exhaling and out comes chanting, clear and strong.

Thank you my ancestors, for these gifts you have bestowed upon me.

This is a continuation of a previous post here.

Vision

Earth Mother

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Laying on our Earth Mother, together our spirits swirl. Head to foot, foot to head, the white Buffalo girl tramples around us, circling us like the moth to the fire. Drawn in, the pounding of dirt and grass covers us in dust and only the sound remains. Louder and louder, yet no fear pervades. The pounding merges our heart beats, together with the bison and our Mother.

The Strength overcomes our emotions, the strength of deep love. Tears stream down as Love pours up into us, and out again so the whole world shines.

How many times has this magic happened before these lives we have, our lives? How many times will it happen again?

Coming to, dust has settled and sounds disappeared. The bright Moon shines down as the Buffalo lies between us and our heartbeats flow together through her white pure being and the rocks below.

 

Thank you my ancestors for this teaching you have shown me.

Letting Go…

Holding up the Earth, singing to my heart.

Holding up the Earth, singing to my heart.

“Letting go….”

It was said to me, almost without words, maybe even without words, spoken to my heart, my mind, all of me.

“Letting go….. Letting go….”

It was said to me as an answer, as advice, as medicine.

That great Indian in the sky. Indian to me, Red Indian, Native Indian, Native American to others… He came to me in a vision. Perhaps. Maybe it was I who came to him. His presence…..it took great effort on his part, I could tell, but ironically, was effortless…As though he made some great sacrifice to speak to me.

His face was almost what you would expect…old, wise, full of lines, wrinkles, with long hair flowing. Deep Wisdom. Truth. Calm and Peace. Above all – Love. His love was, well, boundless.

I just listened, and his message, his answer, was clear:

“Letting go”

And he was gone.

This is an experience I had many years ago, before I meet Buddhism.