“Will you ever begin to understand the meaning of the very soil beneath your feet? From a grain of sand to a great mountain, all is sacred. Yesterday and tomorrow exist eternally upon this continent. We natives are guardians of this sacred place.” – Peter Cloud Cloud, Mohawk
A Spirit Vision
Dusk was arriving, the sun had almost completely left the horizon. The golden, pink, and violent hues of the day were traveling onward, and the deep blue of night was setting in. The moon hung overhead enchanting the air; embodying all that is unknown, reflected from the depths of my being. I had arrived at a sanctuary of trees and boulders, traveled long ago by our true ancestors, during the Trail of Tears. My spirit was always drawn to this sacred space.
I had wandered here for many moons over quite some time, being guided by something within me. I felt at home here so much so that I would often find myself drifting to sleep sheltered in the embrace of the loving trees. I’d visit this sanctuary and write poetry or draw; sometimes I’d even play music with the birds. I began talking to the trees and plants; thanking them, speaking to them as they truly are… as fellow beings of our eternal oneness. I began to feel more deeply than I had ever before in my life, opening myself up to the Great Mystery. I could now feel the Earth’s magic. The energy of this sanctuary grew stronger as the shift of night began to exhale its mystique. The sun was completely gone now and the inbetween of night and day was present. There was complete stillness.
As I was leaving the sanctuary I paused, there in front of an incredibly wise tree over hundreds of years old, stood a Native American man. He was dressed traditionally and had deep dark hair, but all I could notice was his eyes. I was frozen, it felt as if the world had stopped spinning leaving us both stuck in this moment for eternity. He looked through me and into me, speaking only with his eyes. He knew me and I knew him, I was not scared. His eyes struck a chord deep within my soul answering questions I had never before even pondered. If I could move I would have bowed or said I loved him, trying to communicate respect somehow but I felt he already knew. He knew it all. But then just like that, he was gone. The door had been opened and my journey had begun…
We must be open to the gifts of the universe.
We must honor and respect our ancestors.
We must be grateful and loving to the Earth.
. ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ . ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ . ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྃ .
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Wow this is amazing! 🙂
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