Love Earth

I see myself at night on a plain the appears to be in the Americas, North America. I am there and I have dark long hair and I am part of this landscape, have always been, will always be. There is a slab of red rock where I am, it is large and appears to be there for ceremonial purposes, it is aligned with other red rocks here but it is the widest and has much energetic information embedded within it from eons of energetic transfers from the Sky Nations to the very minerals of the earth where the slab rests. I rest my right hand upon the rock, and when I do this, I feel the pulse of the stones in this area, alive with information, almost like conversations going on in this dry arid landscape where I am. I have a satchel around my waist and I take out some dust from it, it is the ashes of a great leader that have been brought here by me to place upon this majestic rock. This leader was very dear to me, and carried wisdom into my people’s everyday experience through his healing words and actions. But there was an accident, and this healer passed quickly and swiftly. It was assigned by me to take his ashes to this rock many days’ journey from our home to go and make peace with his passing and to receive guidance from the Wise Ones in the Sky. As I scatter his ashes upon the great stone, they start to glow and sparkle in the moonless sky. They form a spiraling pattern upon the stone and I hear a humming in the air that is waking up the landscape, even the tiny mice hiding between the cracks in the rocks are waking up, attuning themselves to this great energy that is alive upon the stone. I reach into my satchel again and find a tiny hollowed out bone that carries the sacred herbal oil of my people. I uncap the container and anoint the ashes with the fragrant sage oil and also my heart and my ears and my forehead too. I close my eyes and place my palms together at my heart center and stand in meditation, touching the rock and anticipating the words and the visions to come. After perhaps a moment or a day, the spiral of ashes rises up and the form of a great bison appears, then a wolf, then a man, then an otherworldly sentient being that I do not have the words to describe appears. This energy is green, then blue, then deep red, and then stays at a striking platinum silver color in a sacred geometric pattern of cubes and pyramids and other shapes. I see the sky open up in my mind’s eye and the feminine energy of the Sky Grandmothers comes down to shower this platinum energy with loving support. They carry this being, this soul’s ashes, up, up, up all they way to the sky, and there the ashes scatter and percolate before turning into a beautiful tiny star in the sky that twinkles and shines in its young light. I feel in my heart that this great leader who was lost has found his new home in the sky, and will give my people support when it is needed. I take out another tool from my satchel and this time it is a writing implement. I find the place on this great stone where other constellations have been denoted in the soft side of this rock. I look up at the sky and memorize where the new young star is located. I trace with my hand the other constellations upon the rock and find where the new star is among the others, other great ancestors that we pay homage to and remember with our stories and our songs. I know that when I return to my people, I will be singing to them of this experience and teaching them where in the sky our great leader has gone to, so that we may remember and honor him. It looks as if his star is the third eye of a great animal, the closest animal I can think of is a bison, and I start to think about how I will relay this final part of his journey back home to my people. I will have several days to create the song on my walk home, and the images and words are already starting to form in my mind. After this sacred work is performed, I say one more prayer and then wait for guidance. The feminine energies from the sky are still streaming down, and now they are streaming down and encompassing my whole person, filling my crown with energy and filling my body with energy and I am rooted to the dusty soil where my sandaled feet stand.

They communicate with me at the energetic level, and through clairaudience I hear that I will be asked to fill the shoes of the healer in my home, I will be asked to heal the sick, the old, the young, to birth babies and to help those transitioning. I am not surprised but it is a great task, and I ask them how am I to do this, as I am young and not as experienced as he was. They stream down more energy and they communicate with me that I will be able to do this by giving the tools that the great healer had to the people, to share the wisdom that he had in a different way. With their help, I will be teaching my people how to heal themselves, so that they, too, could be healers, for the young, the infirm, the old. I am confused for a moment, and think, But this is not how it has always been done. And the Sky Grandmothers communicate instantly back, Yes, we understand. And that is why it must change. I feel their strong guiding presence buzzing at my crown. This will be a very big task, I think. But I am not afraid. I have always been able to guide my younger brothers and sisters with song and laughter, and stories too. They love the stories. And this is how it will be done now. With stories and song? Yes, with stories and song. You will be the transporter of the tools that the children need through stories and song. We will give you the energy needed to give the tools to the children, and you will pass the tools along with stories and song. And what about the Elders? Will they, too, listen to the stories and song? There will be more layers to peel back for them to listen, but yes, they too will be given the tools of healing if their souls are open to change. The Sky Grandmothers sense my doubt and in order to encourage me, they show me a vision of all of my people holding hands and a beautiful current of healing energy is circling within us through our hands, and our feet, and then I see all of the children singing, and out of their mouths I see the healing energy swirling up and up and then outwards and back again, in a beautiful circuit of energy that is part of everyone. I feel the reassurance of the Sky Grandmothers within me and know that even though this is a different way of life than we are accustomed to, my people will adjust and we will learn the new ways with time. I look up at the dark night sky and I see the Sky Grandmothers twinkling and sparkling and wishing me well. I touch the great stone one more time and turn to start the long journey home, knowing I will have much to think about as I take this journey.