Monday, September 17, 2012

STAR GAZING

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). 

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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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5 comments:

Michelle said...

Awesome MaryRose I loved every line the images are beautiful and the Message is powerful!!!!!

MaryRose Lessoway said...

Thanks Michelle, I thought it was appropriate for 2012

Lili said...

MaryRose,
This is the most beautiful entry on your blog.
The whole time I felt touched by your words. I can see what you write.
I am touched in some way that I cannot quite express.
THANK YOU
for sharing.
LOVE
Leanne
xxxxxxxxxxxxx

MaryRose Lessoway said...

Thanks Leanne and Michelle for your feedback. You never know what touchs people unless they tell you. This story was very special to me, that`s why I didn`t share it before now. It helped me at a time when I felt hopeless for mankind and the direction our world was taking... We all need to have hope in something, to believe in something greater, wiser and bigger than us.

Lucinda Pearce-Clarke said...

Wow Awesome Story!!! :)

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