Autumn 2210
A
team of Indigenous explorers traveling by canoe reach a remote Island. Traveling inland, they discover the remains of an
overgrown village. A young man finds a
small sealed weatherproof box and rushes back to the leader of the expedition,
who takes the container and examines it. The morning sun reflects off his raven-colored
hair and the tattoos on his muscular brown arms. He has feathers in his hair and
wears a beautifully hand stitched garment with brightly beaded designs.
Sitting on a fallen tree, the leader carefully
opens the box and takes out what appears to be pages of a journal written on tree bark. The young man
watches with excitement. Others gather around to
watch. The journal is dated December 21, 2012, almost two hundred years ago.
Handling the pages with great care, he read aloud.
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Journal Entry: Anemone Starborn
SUMMER SOLSTICE, 2012
Earlier
this evening, standing on of edge of the cliff overlooking Mother Ocean, I
marveled at the Sky, which was lit up in an orgasmic display of pink, red,
orange and yellow. It was the last dance of Father Sun before retiring for the
night. Grandmother Moon rose gracefully over the Eastern horizon as she began
her night journey. Brother Wind danced my skirt around my legs and caressed my
face, causing strands of my long hair to tickle my nose. I brushed them aside
so as not to miss the incredible experience of day giving way to night. Also, I was there to give thanks to
Creator for the fulfillment of a Dream.
Gently
sliding my Flute out of her protective pouch, I played to Creator, Mother
Earth, Father Sky, Brother Wind, the Sacred Waters, Trees, Plants and our
Creature brothers and sisters – the four leggeds, the no-leggeds, the finned
ones and the winged ones . I gave thanks
for those who answered the call of my Drum, which brought our Tribe back
together after many lifetimes. We had been scattered to the Four Directions and
along the way and some forgot who they were. It has been twenty rotations of the sun since
I had the dream of this Community. I never knew for sure why I was chosen to do
this, or how it would turn out. I just knew that I had to follow the destiny
set out before me.
Returning my Flute to her pouch and breathing
deeply, I raised my arms to allow Brother Wind to cleanse my soul. Father Sun reached out his final fingers of light and touched my heart.
Tears of gratitude flowed and I prayed for those who were still lost.
Mother Earth has been speaking loudly for decades
and few have listened. Humans continue to pollute the Air, Earth and Waters
that their very lives depend upon. They do not realize that the Earth is
alive. She has a body just like ours and
she needs to be healthy and whole, just like us. Is it too late to stop the
Path of Destruction that Humanity chose for itself? The images of mass devastation
have returned to my night Dreams. We need a miracle of gigantic proportions to
turn things around at this point.
Why
Spirit asked us to settle on this remote island, we don’t yet know. It is not
the safest place on Earth to be in these times of extreme change. Earthquakes
and rising tides are imminent in this location. Like others in our Tribe, I’ve
always listened to my Dreams and they have never steered me wrong, but
sometimes we do misinterpret them and that can be dangerous, even deadly.
Although we all share in decision-making, my people are counting on me to guide
them because of my Dreaming abilities. It is the burden of responsibility that
I carry as Chief of these amazing people who are committed and devoted to
Mother Earth’s and following the guidance of the Dreaming.
There are others dreams that I do not share with
anyone. These are meant to be held in my heart until the time comes, if it
comes.
As
I stood on the cliff, the last rays of Father Sun slowly diminished and Evening
Star appeared in the Northeast, winking at me as if to say, “All is well”. My
Spirit soared and my thoughts took another direction. I prayed for guidance in
the days to come, to have strength and courage and to make the right choices for
my people. We are few, but united in one purpose. We chose to leave the city
and return to Nature, to walk softly upon the Land with respect for all Life,
to eat wholesome foods that we grew ourselves and be a self-sufficient community,
not dependant on technology for our survival. We hunt for food, but with honor
and respect for the animals that give their lives.
Meanwhile, we dance together as one, doing sacred ceremonies
and healings. We share chores and contribute to the upbringing of the children.
Each person had their gifts and talents that contribute to the Whole. Ours is
not the only community to form in this manner. We are linked to others all
across the body of Mother. We were in constant communication through the Dreaming,
so if the technological system goes down, we will not lose touch with our
Sister Tribes. Yet, the Dreaming works in its own way and time. We have to
trust.
The most difficult challenge for me was that I did
not know if I would succeed or fail in my task. But now the Dream has come true
in every sense of the word! Others came to answer the call. Together we were
able to find and set up the land that was in the exact location that my dreams
directed. Breathing a deep sigh, I returned my gaze to the Stars.
More stars began sparkling overhead, joining in
their night song with Evening Star. They rested on a blanket of indigo.
Grandmother Moon drifted higher, a smile on her face, as I wrapped my shawl
around me for warmth. It was cool for that time of year - Summer Solstice. We were
celebrating the one year anniversary of our coming together on this land. Even
in these uncertain times, we must remember to mark the happy occasions. I offered
tobacco with tears of gratitude and turned to the music that drifted on the Wind.
The celebration had begun.
Musicians were playing while others danced barefoot
on the Earth. Food was spread out on the tables. A large bonfire and the warm
welcoming smiles of my spiritual family were enough to take the chill from my
bones. Once again I took out my Flute, this time to harmonize with the others.
Without them, this Dream would not have come true.
We sang, played, danced, feasted, laughed and told
stories late into the night. Grandmother Moon had dipped behind the trees
towards the Ocean by time my partner and I headed to our teepee. As I write
down these thoughts I feel tired but peaceful. Life is good.
SEPTEMBER
20, 2012
Last night, I had another disturbing dream. The Earth buckled and turned inside out. We
were thrown into darkness, falling through the void of space with stones flying
everywhere. Waking in the stark silence of the early morning, I was
struck with a cold fear that maybe I have led my people to the wrong place!
Have I put their lives in danger? I nuzzled up to my partner for comfort. He
wrapped his arms around me and mumbled, “Trust…” Tired, I fell into a troubled and
restless sleep.
Then, this morning at our regular morning circle, I
reluctantly shared the dream. As often happens, others had similar ones. We all
felt the same strong sense of Destiny. Something important was going to happen!
Was it a warning? Were we seeing our own deaths? Should we leave this place? We
needed time to understand what the Dream was saying.
WINTER
SOLSTICE, DECEMBER 21, 2012
I must make this one last entry, to record these
experiences so others may know what really happened after we are gone.
Since Summer
Solstice, the frightening dreams continued without giving more clarity or
guidance. We filled our days with work, play, music and prayer. We discussed
these dreams often, but everyone felt that we should stay on the island. Then
last night I had the same dream, but with a different ending.
This time, as the earth
shook, I found myself on the path heading towards the Ocean, to the secret place
where I go to pray. The Tribe follows in single file, a luminous thread
connecting us all.
I woke up in a panic, something was wrong! The
ground was heaving under me. An Earthquake!
It was not a dream, it was real! Frantically, we all gathered outside. Crying
children clung to their parents as the Council debated a course of action. It
was happening too soon, we were not ready.
Another shockwave! Grandmother Moon did not show her
face. We were in the dark. Even the Stars hid behind a veil of clouds. We hung
on to each other until the upheavals subsided. Fortunately no one was hurt. I told
them of my latest dream and then Dream-Seer spoke. Her calm demeanor brought
silence and respect. She said with conviction, “We must do what the Dream says.
We must follow our Chief down the path”. In my mind, I was not so sure, but my
heart knew she was right and the others agreed. What other choice did we have?
I reached out to my beloved and we began a human chain
with everyone holding hands. There were thirty-six of us, men, women and
children. Walking slowly through the dark I realized that I knew the path by
heart, I didn’t need to see with my eyes. Climbing over large fallen branches,
we eventually arrived at the open meadow by the Sea, my sacred place of prayer.
And what awaited us there was spectacular!
A circle of
strange beings of all shapes, sizes and colors - yellow, red, brown, black, white
and blue and green were dancing
and drumming around a surreal numinous fire. Some were dressed in animal skins
decorated with beads, feathers and shells. Others were wearing diaphanous robes
that floated gracefully around their exquisite bodies. The music was rhythmic and
inviting. An exquisite looking blue-skinned woman came to greet us, inviting us
to join them. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, we all joined in
this extraordinary dance. I fell into a trance. Images flowed freely as my consciousness
expanded. Suddenly, I remembered
everything!
We are Star People who have been incarnating for
many lifetimes on this planet at the risk of forgetting who we were, where we
came from and why we were here. We came to warn the Humans of the dangers of
the Path of Destruction that they were taking and to show them the Path of
Creation. We were warned of the challenges and risks when we responded to the
plea of the Creator for this mission. We did our best to show others how to
live in harmony and sacredness with all life. Some got the message and joined
us in our cause. We were persecuted, burned, tortured, crucified and murdered,
but we kept coming back lifetime after lifetime because we made a vow to
Creator.
When we entered that Magical Circle by the Ocean, we
stepped into the Dreamtime, the forever space, the place of all Creation. We
merged with the Ancestors and the Star People because we are them and they are
us.
On this day, December 21, 2012, Star People and
Humans in power spots all over the planet, were dancing and drumming to help
create a higher frequency shift. We were here to help Mother in her rebirth. We concentrated our collective energies, sending
our love to Mother as her labor pains intensified. We were in a Sacred Space where
the ground did not buckle; it vibrated with positive, vital energy. We danced
for hours. Then… one final shudder and it was done.
She had shaken off the illness and disease that was
put into her body. Tragically, it was at the loss of many lives and much damage.
But now all life on her will be healthier, stronger and lighter. Minds will be clearer and more conscious, and
hearts will be more open. She has shifted to a higher vibration, entering what our
Ancestors, the Aboriginal people, call the Dreamtime. And she has taken
everyone who survived with her. Those who live are those who were connected to
her, and guided by their dreams and visions to be in certain places and doing
the rituals to create a safe circle of protection.
Humans will now begin an era of shared abundance and
peace, as they realize their inter-connectedness and oneness with all life. It
will take time to re-adjust and rebuild, but our mission here is accomplished. We rejoiced and hugged one another, with
tears of happiness and sorrow flowing freely. The dancing continued as I ran
back to my tent to make this last entry. I will put my journal in a sealed box and
rejoin the celebration, praying that someone finds this message.
(Anemone rejoined the Sacred Circle by the cliff
after completing her journal. She was just in time to see a large brilliant disk
of pure white light spinning across the sky towards them. They all watched in
silent wonderment and absolute trust as it approached, as if they had been
expecting it. The large radiant sphere silently enveloped them like a soft
mist. Their bodies merged with the light. Then they lifted off the ground and
in the blink of an eye were far out in space and heading home, towards Alcyone
in the constellation of Pleiades).
******
The raven-haired man closes
the book and looking up, notes that the sun has climbed high in the sky. He
remembers his grandparents talking about the “big
shakeup” and how those who survived relinquished separation consciousness,
finally working together as one. Before that, apparently people were selfish
and cruel to one another and disrespectful of the environment, always taking
and never giving back. Now things are different apparently. He is grateful to
be living in these times where nature and humans work together with sacredness
and respect, mutually inter-dependent on one another, like the early ancestors
thousands of years before, but with a difference. Now the balance of technology
and nature has been worked out so that they don’t need to destroy the Earth in
order to live.
He beckons for the others to follow. With regard for the trees and
creatures, they search for a path on the west side of the island that leads to
the Ocean. It is not easy to find after all this time, but they
eventually come to the edge of a cliff,
and to their amazement, there is an open grassy area with thirty-six huge pine
trees growing in a circle. A luminous glow emanates from the site. This is
sacred ground.
A Medicine
Woman steps forward to offer tobacco and chants. After consulting with the
Spirits of the land, they receive permission to enter the area and instructions
on what to do. They gather deadwood to build a fire in the centre. They sit
down and start to drum as he evening seeps in. The Spirits of the Ancestors can
be seen dancing around the drummers as Pleiades twinkles blissfully in the sky
above.
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