Talking about Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences — Part 2


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No Turning Back

The sacred power of the Grizzly Bear for turning back was not allowed, yet.

Kick-en-dust-about along the dusty roadway to the tent: perceived by this child a lonely journey, seeing the clouds of dust gave rise to impressions of some remarkable connection with Yellowstone. Head races at the speed of a race car with throttle wide  open, trying to psychoanalysis activities of the day: eyes and mind only
half-register activities of a large tall standing grizzly bear, using her gifts of observation, to investigate the child, Red Sun from a distance. Campers’ guideline: Grizzly bear require caution before entering where bears might be. Eyes recorded no bears or other critters in tent, no need for concern, its safe.

Nevertheless . . . eyes fail to record the number of feet determined to take occupancy
within the tent: Feet of ten, supports three bodies C same in size. One set of two and two sets of four, enters in unison. One set of two: supports little Red Sun. Two sets of four: supports brother and sister, grizzly bear cubs.

Ballerina eagle, spins to land on the small and separate cot . . . In flight on one foot, movement of three, freeze in motion as eyes freeze frame of life in deep silence for several seconds. AO-o-o-Kay!” Hope, Grandmother M was right? 

Two spirit voices in unison: Your Grandmother M was right.

Frozen silent observation returns to three who stops to read face performance behind
eyes. Subconscious mind activates:
Recall active events, Red Sun review . . . coming to . . . no? What about entering tent . . . maybe . . . no, but how . . . not in here . . . when. When? How?

Sister: Beside you.

Red Sun: Why?

Brother: Mother knew, she send.

Red Sun: Oh, Hello! Welcome! Mother? Knew what?

Cubs in unison: Hello!

Brother: Mother wrong, child no look . . .

Red Sun: What do you mean . . . I no look?

Sister: Mother wanted . . .

Cubs: wanted you to know, you are one with us.

Red Sun: Why mother send? Your mother might get mad and eat me?

Cubs: Oh! No! Mother won’t eat you C looking at each other C she sent us to greet you
and be with you!

Red Sun: Explain?

Cubs: Don’t you want us here?

Red Sun: Don’t go! My spirit feels strong with you. Heart’s spirit is one with each
other. Yes.

Cubs: Yes, yes, you are part of us.

Red Sun: Mother hear me, it makes my heart happy you’ve come.

Brother: NO, No! Mother will not harm you. You are one of us, she will not eat her
child.

Sister: It was Mother who sent us.

Brother: She would have come herself . . . She wanted to come . . .

Sister: She could not come here without people coming to kill her.

Brother: Mother says she loves you, bear-child

Cubs: We love you our sister.

Red Sun: This is good, we all love each other.

Cubs: If big people, see her come to give you message from Great Grizzly Bear Father, we would all die.

Sister: Mother says, it’s important you know your spirit is strong joined as ours, with the most sacred, great-grizzly bear father.

Cubs: Yes, this I sense as truth. We are bond our spirits are as one: we are children of our Great Grizzly Bear parents, too.

Brother: Power of grizzly bear is always be within as guardian, guide and protector my
grizzly bear sister.

Cubs: As the seasons move, the Great Grizzly Bear Father joins four spirits to one. Four to share wisdoms of each on a sacred journey, each grow as one in strength. Until the union you call on our Great Grizzly Bear Father.

Sister: Mother wants you to know she loves you very much, too. Your/our mother will be with you in spirit to protect you, where on earth you travel.

Cubs: That’s our message from mother/father. Let’s play?

Setting sail off the cot, arms out stretched as an eagle in flight, positioned to attack  my brother and sister with hugs of love. Happy laughter all around, plenty of bear hugs and of course exploration of tent contents, while climbing over, under, rolling, jumping off the cot, flying across tent to land on each other. Things I would have been to reserved to do without them, they helped me be a child without fear for a short time.

Brother: Sniff, sniff . . . F-fo-o-ood, good food, in many here. Nose awakens belly, claw marks ones with food . . . you open?

Bear spirit, the spark of the Great Grizzly Bear spirit strengthens within, as child plays with her family, not strangers or bears, but family. Thoughts transform Red Sun (the human child) into the spirit of a bear-child.

Bear-child: Timber! See they all tumble down. Jack-in-the-box, see two of four popped  opened.

Brother: You open others, sister? Fun . . . fun, happy fun, clothes fly as birds in air, fall as feathers.

Bear-child: Sister-bear. . . I have an idea? Let’s play dress-you-up in my clothes.

Sister: Bad idea. Watch! Good idea, tear sister’s clothes up.

Bear-child: Okay, bad ideas.

Brother: Stop. Sniff, Sniff, nose knows many foods here. Sister, I hungry you open more…

Sister: Follow brother’s nose, mother follows brother’s nose, he smells many good
hidden eats.

Bear-child: Jackpot, a big cache of sweet foods and jerky. (We enjoyed a good meal of
treats, which were meant to be shared among many family members.)

Brother: All finished here, sniff-f-f-f, smell something good sweet.

(Nosing around the last one left unopened on the ground to open. The biggest of the suitcases on the ground: This was the only one, locked in the stack. Brother calls on us to
join him in his jump/bounce action to break open the locks. (Samsonite luggage bear power worked.)

Bear-child, waving the barber pole peppermint-stick: Horary, we popped it opened. Brother where? You lid, you find. More goodies, we eat easy foods first. Last we will
eat this very large peppermint stick, last. How are we going to share this?

Brother: Let me bite pieces we share?

Bear-child: Sounds fair.

Sister: Brother’s greedy . . . eats all, we get nothing. You hold we share, beside as one.

Sister with head over bear-child’s left shoulder and brother over the right breathing in my ear. Licks went from right to left and then left to right. All went will until the top of the peppermint stick formed a point: brother decided he wasted enough licks and took a big bite.

Sister slapped brother: Greedy, I’m going to tell mom.

Brother and sister up on hind legs in a happy growl fight, which didn’t last long.

Because it’s more fun to be happy — happy playful children, who enjoy their time to roll, joke and jump around on and off cots, tumble on, stumble over and bear pile on each other. At some point, we managed to breakdown two of the cots, grind clothes into the ground, upset and turn over everything we hadn’t touched before. Can’t say anything was left untouched. It can be said for a lonesome child, among human children this playtime was the happiest, focal point of my vacation: Spirit children of who appeared outwardly of different cultures playing with each other. Sad too, how few adults possess the ability to comprehend the way we possessed to overcame the difference. We saw and related  to spirit and heart, not appearance or form. Truth, we were as other children, who soon created messes that soon got in our way of having fun.

Short-sighted minds . . . forgot about the problems our actions of joy would/could create by venturing outside. Hearts bright and alive . . . . Spirits soar in love . . . . Our level of playful joy accelerates with each beat of our heart into pure playful happiness. We had been outside playing for awhile before grandmother made her presence known. The picture of us together might not have unnerved her as it did others, but harsh reality revealed what we forgot each moment increased our dangers: those who understand nothing of our truths. Each moment increased her fear for all of our safety.

Slowly she walked over to where she felt safe in getting my attention — in a low, slow, calm voice. “Red Sun, Red Sun, very slowly and very quietly, move, away from those grizzly bear cubs, their mother’s watching you and if you hurt her cubs, she WILL kill you and eat you.”

It was easy to read across her face: conditions can get easily out of control, if we don’t follow my instructions. Red Sun a.k.a. Bear-child: “Why Grandmother? She loves me, she won’t hurt me. Mother sent her children to be with me, to give me a message from the Great Grizzly Bear Father. Now we play together, we’re having . . .

Voice of a stronger force: Quiet! Naive children of innocent hearts, learn the lessons you need, observe concerns across faces: hear the voices, learn to read emotions, hear the real words, not those spoken. All hear me . . . observe, listen and learn.

Mother grizzly stands high from her place of obscure observation: Gur-r, huff! Huff, huff! Mother grizzly bear stood-up twice more outpost, as she uses her head to motion for her cubs. For a moment it seemed the sacred bond was broken, by  personages unaware of current spiritual events. This time they believed falsely . . . as they headed to save a child, who really didn’t need saving. Their fear and kill-bear-personalities, made it urgent for three children to part.

Grandmother M watches as we bounce sorrowful glances off of, between and around, before we shared our parting hugs, kisses/licks, just before departure to our respective sides. Reality of the moment – our expression of love did not go unnoticed by all: Open hearts overflowed with joy, through insight, after they witnessed our affection. Nevertheless, sad to say . . . the majority of eyes refused to see, trough hard hearts of  stone.

Our respective sides checked us over and found no injures. We parted in dead silence, until Grandmother M’s internalization void of emotional silence was replaced a deafening . . . “WHAT IS THIS? . . . Eyes recognized articles of clothing outside the tent.

AH! O-o-o-o . . . No don’t want to hear her voice . . . hide?”

Three steps to the tent, Grandmother M’s reflective (I don’t agree with what I see) silence . . . “suitcases on the ground, cots broken, clothes filthy, nothing left intact? Now I see how much fun three small ones can have, together. Playful mess is one thing, but this bypasses messy ten, and goes straight to massive disaster.” Violent spin around on heels, hands in good position to attach to arm: “Let’s go!” Holding tight, to the upper arm of the child, (whose status changed from a bear-child in need of rescue . . . into a child prisoner). Grandmother M’s behavior says I’m mad with her tight holdon Red Sun, meant to prevent her prisoner from escaping. 

People all along the way (to her Airstream) parted in dead silence. People parted, as the Red Sea, opening before us then quickly crashing behind us, following us to the shore of the Airstream trailer. Silence: blanketed the air we breathed, the ground on which we walked. We walked in a void, (If anyone dropped a pin it would have resounded as a boulder.) Grandmother M refused to wait for me to comply with her signing directions, in one move, tossed inside the trailer door from ground to couch.

“Do NOT Move! Stay right here, until I am done praying . . . is that clear? DO NOT
go outside.” Looking at the crowd, “I will need all your help when I return.”
Shuts door to close us off from the outer world: “Red Sun, Speak! Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Grandmother M, but you don’t understand.”

“Talk later, prayers now.” Moving the room divider, as to put a wall up between us,
this demonstrated her emotions.

Lying on the couch:
Please, Great Grizzly, help us? Help her gain insight. They are friends, the only children I’ve been able to play with. A closeness of spirit, bonds us, in ways words cannot describe. . . . How life soared with your sacred children who don’t fear me or think me strange, as children in a white world. No sooner had I finished my prayer, when she returned. “It didn’t take long, for you to receive answers to your prayers.”

“Red Sun, you stay on the couch, until I get back.”

Outside she recruited family and friends for work details to repair damages: this included a group of women from around the camp to wash, mend and iron the clothes. She returned back in a short few minutes, still a little shaken from what was or what might have been. “You will have to thank everyone later, because they all volunteered to save your skin from Elinora, not for me, but for you child. Over twenty people have volunteered to help clean up after you  the bear cubs. Its two now, and most might not get much sleep, because of the repairs and clean-up needed. Red Sun, its time for a few important lessons: lift the sit you’re on, please. Do you see a book with a picture of children on it? Give it to me when you do.”

Once I handed her the child’s bible storybook. “After today’s event I want to read you a couple of stories. One about Daniel trapped in a lions den and the other about Jonah in the belly of the whale.”

They were interesting stories which we took the time to discuss, but then I felt it
was time she wrote another story, as I assumed . . . “Now you have a story of
Red Sun and the grizzly bears, to add to the book.”

“Well! Ye-s -s-s? But. . . there’s more to it?”

Shortly before 21:00 hours, Glen Hunter and Elinora arrived to face what makes campers, not so happy campers: Surprise, Elinora, you have entered into your misconceptions of pristine camping conditions. Deviation from the dreams of her  vacation turns her mind inside-out, giving her the nightmarish perception of  life against her. I wonder if maybe? . . . No, not maybe, it would have been better, if they arrived in the morning? Run for the hills, perfectionist Elinora is out of control, she in a wild woman rage, ready to take on the entire camp with fire in her eyes, language not repeatable and violence over the top. Be afraid . . . very afraid when light of day, turns to dark: as an evil of deep, dark, cruelty awakens Elinora’s dangerous night violence.

Thank goodness for Glen’s policy of listen first, think second and action third. Neither action nor illogically behavior was permissible until after nationalization of facts, connected to events. Glen listened to people in his ears, for over thirty minutes without saying a word, then confirmed facts with Grandmother M, before he got in the car with the broken cots and headed off to the Ranger station, to pay for replacement cots and damages impose on property: by one child of three-cycles and three-seasons, plus two-playful grizzly cubs, not yet, one-full-cycle.

What wasn’t expected, Glen Hunter returned around 22:00 hours with four park rangers trailing behind in two-vehicles. Rangers called a campers meeting; which turned out to be a session of unnerving prattle, illogical demands and deadly threats. In desperation the rangers handed out fliers with simple, clear instructions and rules expected of all campers: From food handling and storage, expectation of keeping the sites clear of litter, as well as, how to handle cookware and dishes. People foods are for people not wildlife. No feeding of or leaving food out for the bears or other wildlife, No shooting of or at any park animals. The instruction seemed simple enough for me to understand. Why it was not logical for adults to understand, can’t say. Wonder if children understand better than adults?

One strange, angry man, the silver man, alone in an Airstream built for six, “IF BEARS COME AROUND HERE I’LL SHOOT THEM, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE MY RIGHTS AND YOUR NOT GOING TO STOP ME.”

Two rangers attempting to control the event, moved within a couple of inches of the man, “No one! No one is allowed to shoot grizzly bears on Federal land, except under extreme life and death conditions.” The two escorted, the strange silver man, inside his trailer to continue their conversation.

The third over a loudspeaker, “Remember, if for some reason the bears do come into camp, shooting isn’t allowed . . . use loud noises to scar them off, period. Unless a person is under physical attacked, leaving you with no other option to save a person’s life. . . . Even then it’s questionable, if you will be able to save a life, by frightening or wounding a bear. You could make matters worse.

Taking us to the next point, we would prefer for numerous safety reasons . . . if bears should come in the camping area, for someone to come notify us. We’re paid, trained and equipped to handle our grizzly bears without injury to people or bears.”

The fourth ranger: “Weapons are not allowed in the park, since hunting and fishing is not permitted. If you have weapons, would you please give them to me I come around to your camp?” As he collected weapons he gave them the receipt and told the people they could collect them when they left and not before. The two rangers exiting the Airstream trailer had in their possession three shotguns, one crossbow with a number of arrows.

Early morning, after a night without bears, Grandmother M’s up early and it was time for Red Sun to lesson. It was decided I would not share the tent with Glen and Elinora. Not ready to get up, but the continuous soft motion and whisper, “Red Sun, get dressed, it’s time to begin medicine instruction . . . you’re going with me to pick berries and herbs. We’ll eat after we get back.”

Over the road and through the woods, to Grandmother M’s gathering we go. Hunting for herbs and berries, was fun and boring at the same time, until . . . two sweet voices broke the boredom: Red Sun, Red Sun come see us.

“What? . . . Who? . . . Where? . . .”

Voices: Over here beyond these moving bushes.

Eyes search see the movement beyond the bushes, silvery movement. Flat belly crawl under the bushes to spot unexpected beauty: Wow! Wolves, you two are a beautiful. You
are a pair of shimmering silver-gray wolves, lying together as strong lovers.
This is meant to be, I can tell by the way the sacred light shines and encircles us from the Creator. Their eyes lowered in a sign of reverence: May I ask? . . . Why do you bow before me? Why do you sing your honoring song to me? Why?

Wolves in unison: We are of your future, it’s not yet time for our spirits to come together, but when the time arrives, you will know. As the time comes close for us to come together a sacred medicine warrior will come to you. When you two come together it will be the time for the warrior in you to awaken. A time when you teach as well as, learn: a time of extended family who teach to and learn from one another, many lessons… A time when many of your life lessons, (more than you desired) be learned on the run as your accomplishments will be in a manner, designed to save lives. When you hear our song you will know and awaken to many skills learned and not recognized.

“Red Sun, where are you?”

“Right over here, Grandmother M, talking to wolf friends.”

As the white buffalo calf disappeared, they too disappeared. But not before implanting one more stick with you message: We will talk more, later, as you need us.

The next evening late, with no further grizzly bear incidents since the cubs visit, most had relaxed and retired to their tents for a restful night or so it was assumed. Many already asleep, when one car load of [by way or no way] campers arrived. The type must people quickly come to regret living in their neighborhood, let alone next door, because of the chaos they invite/create daily. The voice of life within Grandmother M directed her to warn them about the grizzly bears, plus instruct them on the proper ways to protect and police ones campsite, so not to invite trouble for all. She even offered to help them, secure their camp site and wash their dishes, if they needed it. Only to receive language of the uneducated, flung in her face by not only them, but the strange-lone silver man in Airstream for six, whom they just happened to parked next to?

Interesting, these uneducated parked next to the strange man, but were they strangers? When Grandmother M returned from visiting the uneducated, she warned other campers
in so many words: These are dangerous people: it’s as if they’re planning to invite danger and death, by inviting the grizzly bears, to dinner. This will give them an excuse to kill, no matter how many will suffer, because of their actions. Something is up between them and the Airstream man, they have a dangerous agenda? . . . Yes, this much I know it will in some way involve us and more, beyond where we stand.

None had to wait long, chaos reached out as a strong evil wind, with the power
contaminate lives and spirits faster than a forest fire, not just one solitary campsite: It spread to all campers, bears, rangers, businesses, visitors, inside and outside of the parks, plus their chaos came with a high price tag, in dollars on resources and lives. . . . It’s a mystery how in less than 48 hours, the cost of chaos increased by leaps and bounds for Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons. The uneducated caused new rules to be enacted, which many without homes to be ejected from the parks.

The uneducated were either lazy/uncaring people or they intentional set a trap. You tell me, they left dirty dishes spread out across two tables, as well as, two frying pans with an inch or more of bacon grease in each, food in paper boxes and open containers: scattered from their open truck, across the ground and on the benches.

A child’s opinion, it was planned, as the combinations of all things were both catalysis, an invitation set for disaster: “Free meal! Good eats! Come and eat!” Many a critter came to dine, however, it wasn’t until a number of large, grizzly critter on four paws, arrived, the reality of these uneducated revealed itself: chaos and death.

Stage was set and others were drawn into their plan: Every couple of seconds, long and short blasts, interrupts the peace of at least two-campsites, sending those of us asleep straight up into standing positions, thus putting an end to all sleepers sleeping. Considering the horn blast was meant as a call for help from the uneducated. The reality of the uneducated agenda was for others to resolve, the chaos they imposed on the camp. Maybe I should have felt sorry for them, but I couldn’t. Not for any person or persons who thumb their nose at logic — while pitting humans against bears making bears the victims of humans. Glen hopped in the car and headed out for the rangers, before big disaster struck and lives ended.

The call for help horn attracted not only humans but the adult and younger bears, along with two-bear cubs and one-bear-child, whose curiosity demanded satisfaction and action. Can’t say what was happened before crouching down between brother and sister, but I can say we enjoyed, the speedy attractions of a five-ring circus. If behavior told a story from start to finish the first three-quarters was side splitting events.

Wild captivation/fascination adventures. . . . Honest life observations of people, as a grizzly bear, through the eyes of the Great Grizzly Bear. For a short time this bear-child was given the ability to experience life and cultures through honest eyes, spirit and heart of the bear — in a manner — few have ever experienced in a lifetime: Smiles, chuckles, eyes dancing, an array of laughter from the belly chuckles to roars, this night abundant with jolly joshes. Each squeak and squawk, each blast of the horn, and squeal created through and  around the uneducated increased bear happiness.

Truth of events, only a few of the two-year-old cubs, were hungry, the rest just wanted to play. One on the roof of the car huffing with each jump/bounce, in unision to the motion of the car, the emotions of the people and the noises which was his bonus. Two bears on the front pushing down on the hood of the car, with another on the back doing their jump/push/bounce actions. Each separate creation of strange noises, combined with the horns was a special gift causing all to roar in laughter, by motion and reaction of the front-end. They were acting in rhythm, not random, for the music of the car movement.

What must have shocked the uneducated, was when one of the youngster stuck its head in the window investigating the sleeping humans, cramped in one car snoring. Wonder what the uneducated woman thought or felt, when she woke to a grizzly bear breathing in her face?

When we arrived she had be in the process of fruitless attempts to chase the grizzly bear away, by squeal sounds which closely resembled a frightened young pig, as she waved a pillowcase. Pleasure on the entertainment scale was at least a nine: The playful window bear mimicked the uneducated every move. It was beautiful to the bear’s brand of fun. The bear grabbed the white pillowcase, from the pig squeal woman then processed to do closely mimic her behavior and sounds. Being an insider into their personalities, laughter and joy turned into a beautiful life experience.

The love and happiness of the moment, one might be able to equate to the experience of life for the first time, the joys of your child in your arms for the first time. Something I  wasn’t able to equate with until years later. The reality of the event mattered not — there was a storm brewing or we sat in the middle of the escalation of chaos. We observed bodies with shoulders and necks, which appeared to support heads without brains or eyes. Fascinating how these characters continued to run past, jump across or around, plus a few even walked on top of two-bear cubs and a human bear-child, without realization of the truth under their feet. Theirs was another reality.

We heard a strong voice, give a slight chuckle when we got walked on as a rock, the voice of whom we discovered was the sacred Grizzly Bear Father: See how people are blinded by fears, in their blind fears, they fail to notice you three together. What they believe they see is nothing more than a large rock in their way.

Cubs: No wonder humans get upset, thoughts confused, fears control emotions . . . no
wisdom, no insight?

Father: Remember, the things you observe this evening. At a time when cool logic should prevail the reverse happens. Don’t give way to fear, if you are to survive.

Bear-child: Wow, to think these (questionable) adults are who children must trust their
lives, WITH? Discovery of humor in the moment: See! Watch these headless, mindless chicken people, running in wild-eyeless crazy circles. Not arms, wings flaying at the air: bodies bump into any/everything, hard or human, creating unrecognizable sounds. Can’t say if the sounds are human or animal? Do you think the others without heads can understand?

Cubs: We can’t understand . . .

Bear-child: Hey! Lookie, old time movie, might be cowboys and Indians movie, in  reverse. People are wagons using pots and pans as weapons. Some wagon master (?) ordered the wagons to encircle the Indian/bears. Encircle what they want to drive off .
. . can’t say it makes sense. Where can Indians or bears go when trapped in the middle? Round up the prisoners and start killing . . . Yes, yes, they don’t want to get rid of them they want to kill them.

Father: See!

Short previews and flashes of hate and wars across these lands: the blindness of mob mentality.

Cubs: Mother, watch out, silver man, bad medicine stick!

Bear-child: Bad medicine stick, long gun. Why? Rangers tell him not shoot grizzly bears. Silver man and uneducated, must be related.

Cubs: Yes, now understand, reason for food . . . to kill us.

Watch Indian/bear stampede; knocking wagons over faster than anyone could count to
ten. As one who had never recognized empathy connection prior, (sudden pain ripping me apart inside, sensing death inside of me) doing everything I could to not blackout before knowing . . . rolling on ground.

Calling out: Grizzly Bear Father, bear-child Red Sun asks . . . what is this powerful burning pain deep inside? Many thoughts bounding, racing and ricocheting within, relating to events before and after the uneducated showed up, why they park — where they parked? . . . Behave same, they interaction together. Related or not we see
plans made, to set the stage for death of grizzly bears. Maybe words I don’t
hear, but the intent was strong . . . see people drunk with pleasures, when
people and animals are injured or they feed off death when they can spill blood
of innocents.

Cubs: We go, quick.

Father: Red Sun, hear the cry of the bear, it says I am hurt bad, come it is time for
me to die? This is what you feel and what your body reacts to. Quick, I want
you to allow me to speak through you.

Bear-child: Yes, yes, speak!

Red Sun’s body stands arched, as the voice of Grizzly Father speaks in a strong earth shaking voice: Man in silver, hear me, if my child dies, you die, too. Your life is now joined to the life of the one you shot. Do you hear me man? Do you hear the words? This I have spoken and so shall it be, as spoken! Know this . . . YOUR blind anger is the undoing of those who joined you in this. We see in your hearts, you came for blood, to kill, death shall we your fate.

Grandmother M, “Red Sun, have you been there the entire time?”’

“Yes, Grandma . . .”

“What happened, you look as a sheet white?”

Strength wanes in every muscle: body takes a slow nose dive to the ground, in great
pain. “I feel the pain of the bear, silver man shot. Truth the man will die when bear dies.”

“How many times have I told you, Red Sun, words have power and your words, have  more power than most? You have sentenced the man, to death. Hear me child, take those words back . . . Right-now!”

“The words spoken are truths . . . words decreed from the powers that be. Know I can’t take back words, not mine: Man was warned and . . .”

Father Grizzly’s voice roars through Red Sun: Man refused to listen he made his choice for death. Truth, sacred lady, the man’s actions cursed him. He must pay the price for his action . . . a life for a life.

Grandmother M: “The man will die if the words are not recalled.”

“Then you understand? The words decreed by the Creator and spoken are not for anyone to take back. Words spoken came by way of the Great Spirit. Sacred lady hear me, the words cannot be taken back without killing Red Sun, too.

Hard time for Grandmother M who saves so many lives: not being able to save this one. She must have felt her spirit was slammed against a wall: Mind in a state of torture,  when one realizes no matter what said these truths are not what you want to accept. Sensing her pain of a situation not even her prayers could correct, was causing her great distress.

Red Sun, the child wanted to please her and tried three-times to recall the words
spoken — only to have brain react as if encased in a void of darkness as throat swells shut, tongue swelled plus refused to move, heart and breath quit.
Oh, well, I’ll give it one more try, but I fear she will not listen.

“Grandmother, PLEASE! Hear me . . . words refuse to come. The power of the words spoken, are decreed. Can you hear and understand, the words spoken through me were words decreed by the Great Grizzly Father, Great Spirit, Yellowstone and Earth Mother, not my words, but theirs. I was only the one through which they spoke their words, this you have done many times.”

“Red Sun, GO to my trailer! We will speak later, when I am cool enough to speak with you.” Reinforcement by double signing her command, GO, now! “Here comes your dad wth the rangers, you don’t need to be in the middle of this. You thought the people and  bars were bad? This is going to get ugly.”

By the time Grandmother M got back to the trailer, Glen Hunter calmed her down and all decided to wait and see . . . before making any final decisions. Truth, Glen realized he might have said the same thing, if he had been here and witnessed the silver man’s behavior or he might have rammed the gun down the man’s throat, he was as mad as Grizzly Bear Father and Red Sun.

At sunrise Grandmother M kissed me on the forehead and handed me a cup of hot coca. “Sweetheart, are you feeling any better this morning?”

“Yes, why do you ask such an odd question? I didn’t die last night did I?”

“Here!”

“Thanks”

“Do you think you can go tell the man . . . Sorry, you didn’t mean what you said last night.”

“NO!”

“Tell me true, you don’t want him to die do you?”

“Grandmother the words weren’t mine. IF they were mine, they could be recalled, but sometimes it’s hard for even you to understand, why I can’t do as you ask. Someday maybe . . . you will understand. Grandmother I love you, but . . .” Dropped to the floor on my knees, head on the floor, tears in eyes, palms together. “Hear me, please hear me!  Know its hard being torn between you and the Creator, love and reality. Know this, both can’t be honored, here, but this time it’s not your choice or mine, the decree is the will of the Great Spirit.

“Okay, Red Sun, if you can’t speak the words, then take him this plate of food? . . .
It will express a peace offering, but you will have to say nothing.”

“It’s a lie. But anything to make you happy, I’ll take the food, but is not a peace offering, the man has a blackheart.”

“Okay, go take the food, walk-inside, set the food on the table, and say nothing . . . except you carry the food for me.”

Not happy with her request, but I walked with food in-hand, sensations of uneasiness flooded my spirit for even going close to the trailer: Father Grizzly and guardians please forgive me, it’s hard. You tell me to honor and respect Grandmother M, as well as you. Believe me sometimes it hard when you are both not in harmony. I love and respect the Great Spirit. I know deep within . . . your words are truth: his life is linked by the hand of the Great Spirit, not mine or Grandmother M’s. Yes, my heart knows the words are set in stone; they cannot be taken back. I respect Grandmother M, a sacred person whose love of
humankind, does not allow her to see anything but the best in people. Truth, you taught me, one cannot walk in rose bushes without coming in contact with thrones. 

Knocked on the hard outer door, no answer so I opened, the hard outer door: which
wasn’t latched, to knock on the closed screen door:
No answer, Shower water running, he must be in the shower, this is good. I’ll put the food on the table, she can tell him later. Popped open screen, first foot on the lower inside step, rising to the second step . . . sniff,  sniff, strong gas smell, hissing. Head rotates to left in direction of hiss. Fire out under coffee pot, must have boiled over? Oh well! The man can relight it after he finishes his showers.

Cannot explain why, but for some illogical reason in the back of my mind, said it was
important to close both doors behind me. After several rough attempts of slamming the doors shut, they stayed. What was not noticed was the rushing of air sending the gas through the Airstream or the many sparks metal to metal produced each time? At the time, this Red Sun (the child) neither realized the consequences of door creating sparks nor the combustion power of propane: propane ignited, swish flash fire throughout the trailer before one could think or blink. Explosive sounds, man screamed as windows, walls and doors in flight away from the trailer. Luck was on my side, force of something slammed me against a door eared marked for flight, with passenger decorated with food and compressed plate on person, in subsonic flight, above and beyond one-plus acres
of campground. No stopping at edge of campground, the door decided to travel into and through the tree line, faster than a skyrocket.

Wow! Flying without a plane, on a door without wings, no dreams . . . Why are those people flat on the ground?

Grizzly Father: Prepare of crash landing. Watch your head and hold tight to the door.

Red Sun a.k.a. Bear-child: My head, how long will I be in the hospital? Where is this door going to stop? Arms can’t move, help?

Hey, door you stopped, nice soft rocking chair, I’m alive? . . . Yes? No? Gazing out from under trees parts and dirt: tracing conditions where the door stopped to where it all began. Oh no! People getting up off the ground . . . the old lady’s tent in flat on the ground . . . movement, wonder who’s in it. How many got hurt? Look at all those trees, leaning over up to here. Fire in the ground . . . pieces everywhere . . . top of the trailer one? 

Father Grizzly: Child safe. Promise made and promise kept, the bear crossed as you closed the door. Park Rangers tracked, found, freed the bear from pain as it’s spirit crossed. The silver man has killed before and done great damage. Here comes your Grandmother M with others racing to see what is left of you, since all they can see is a child covered in branches and dirt. Dirt in food appears as blood to them. (Grizzly Father sent the impression this man and his friends were killer of people and wildlife, for profit.)

“Oh, thank the Lord its Red Sun, alive! Sorry, forgive me, I didn’t listen to you child. You’re alive . . . We feared you dead when the trailer blew-up. Someone go get Glen, Elinora, tell them Red Sun is uninjured and alive, but in much need of a bath.” Turning to those gathering, “The flying door carried Red Sun back to us.” Murmurs of people  wanting to know how badly hurt, if they need to get a doctor? Door scraped the top of a couple of cars, too, before hitting the scrubs. The explosion shook the ground so hard it’s proved a real miracle anyone even the uneducated survived. The explosion knocked people to the ground, they weren’t lying on the ground, because. . . .

The man’s Airstream trailer flows in fluidized flames of volcanic ash and metal. The trailer had lost its top, and burnt hot because of its four propane tanks. Yet, before I got to my feet, the uneducated left: without packing or seeking medical care. Gossip said: They neither wanted to speak with the rangers nor wanted to answer questions. So someone took down their license number for the rangers to stop at the gates.

No sooner had the rangers and fire trucks showed up, without even making a motherly
appearance at Red Sun’s crash site: Elinora hatched and idea to support her much  sought after escape. “Red Sun’s latest incident is just too hard on me, this isn’t a safe place for her, and I’m afraid the next time she could get killed. It’s time we left here and spent some time in Vegas before going to Kentucky.”

Thinking how her words and complaints prior to our arrival revealed her real reasons for not camping at campgrounds, as camping was beneath her. Elinora believed she was too beautiful and important to be any place that was not luxurious enough for her lifestyle requirements: A campsite without electricity, nightclubs or fancy places to show off her beauty, was not right for her concept of adventure: Her hands and nails got dirty, dust got in her hair and on her clothes. For most folks, it was a nice campground, with toilets, running water, showers and places to wash clothes. Before the fire was out
Elinora lost and we stayed until the third week in August. Red Sun had a great vacation with Grandmother M, from 1 July to 18 August.
..

“That was around 1950, more than a half a century later, Sacred Yellowstone by any
chance do you remember this Red Sun you gifted with your sacred gifts: who hearts believes the words thanks can never be enough for your autocatalysis influences your gifts to pass on in different way and forms. Promises made took forms and are still in motion as hundreds of lives were gifted with life: lives saved, lives survived, lives improved, through life adventures and experiences.

“Sacred Yellowstone, whose countless gifts range from life maker to life breaker with
autocatalysis influences for ones spirit within the moment and across lifetimes. . . .? Would people treat you with sure disregard, if they understood or recognized you’re power as the sacred heart of our sacred Earth Mother? Truth, your sacred measures of spiritual gifts, unique powers and blessings connects one to countless others with and/or through you via sacred universal wisdoms of the elders.

“Wonder how many across the centuries you touched? What number of those actually
perceived or experienced the touch from your heart and spirit you wanted to impart? Out of those who on some level acknowledged your touch: how many really recognized, learned, listened or accepted what autocatalysis influences you had on their lives?”

“Many  may wonder . . . what a few will have the courage to ask of you: Sacred Yellowstone will you answer if asked . . . why or how can unrelated events,
awaken the connection of spiritual abilities by infusing truths into any or all
elements of life and spirit? Yes, I must agree . . . unless, YOU are experiences as Grandmother M or I (Red Sun) did, it could be hard to digestdeeper purpose of ones life. How can one envision, (during the first stage of introduction to), how these unique events could be any part of a combination of catalytic structure/functions: uniting biological, metaphysical-physics to and/or inside space and time with ones environmental codes and abilities, whereby, belief systems and philosophies are influenced. As building blocks,
each event introduced relationships by inner-linking structure and elements to functional operations via enlightenment of a unique evolution of coherent elemental bonding codes.

“[Bonding codes within visions]: Summons forth distinct rare genetic bonding sequences, equivalent to symbolic creation formulas. Thank you sacred Yellowstone Mother, your provocative call summonsed Red Sun so you could empower and awaken, as well as, legalization of birthrights through ceremonial inauguration. What those that ask should know (Yellowstone will answer in her own way best for each individual), for me it began by connecting birthrights with early memories together with lessons engulfing our lifetimes.

Truth, the Great Spirit, along with you, my relations and ancestors’ summonsed forth elements of life which awakened truths of Red Sun’s spirit to an amazing world of new realities: Reflexive, dependency on formal features of — self-construct code — each requiring, the existence of a performance — without conscious thought.

“[Self-construct code] Yellowstone revealed events which weaved together, linked and connected life: across space and time [far-past to past, present and future.] By connection with substance and elements of life to form a functional operation: each linked unique evolutions of coherent codes and bonding. Our coming together proved to be the bonding of ingredients to save lives and assist others to improve their lives, too.

“[Without conscious thought] probably the most important elements: secrets because the
future is never set in stone, inasmuch as, it depends on all of our behavior. One can debate, for and against, the pivot points of life: productiveness of a child’s sacred of spiritual life a child can learn the without all we experienced, together. Maybe Yes. Maybe No. But I can honestly say I don’t think it would have been as constructive or as powerful a lifetime, if Elinora, the egotistical, got her way.”

The first example of what a lifetime entailed and why I honor you with my respect and gratitude for your autocatalysis influences: evolved soon after we arrived in Kentucky. Glen Hunter never made it back from Korea, because he never went. However, the event that would have ended his life in Korea happened on a smaller scale: If he had gone to Korea he would have come home in a body bag, missing a good section of his upper-right-torso and half if not most of his head. His life was spared, but not before he experienced a couple of near-death events. If it was not for the vacation he would have been in Korea, but instead, he was still getting what would be our home to move into, so he could leave in a few weeks.

Time line of events: We arrived in Kentucky, around mid-September, Grandmother M arrived mid-October and was training Elinora how to cope with cold country, before she started her formal lifetime seasons of spiritual training.

The day’s weather began mild, but by mid-morning it turned into major whiteout- blizzard conditions, another one of those great days for training Elinora, survival in this 19th Century tri-level, mortuary/funeral parlor (converted into duplex). Sitting by the fireplace in our front room (once viewing area), the sacred white buffalo calf/wet nose, made herself known: Your father’s life is in grave danger: if you want him to survive you
must sacrifice something that means a great deal to you, hurry.

The first item in sight, a ring Glen gave me without much thought beyond love, the ring with a pray was tossed into a fireplace: Great Spirit, sacred woman save my dad’s life, I offer you this ring as my sacrifice for his life.

Wet nose, calf woman: Now go sit by the telephone it will ring soon, be ready for long journey.

So-o-on, in whose time? Before the snow and lunch, we (wet nose and I) attached our personage to the phone. Hours later a child learned the term ‘soon” was relative, as we were still attached to the phone when Grandmother M began preparations for dinner. As the hours past, Elinora angered spiraled at as Red Sun seated next to the telephone, rude to others on our party line, refused to leave the phone, and the only thing I would say is something happened to dad and I have to stay by the telephone: these words enflamed Elinora and she decided it was it was a good time for a bath.

Wet nose: NO, no bad idea, for many reasons: least of all the weather, weak lungs requires confinement for upwards to thirty-six-hours after a bath. If you take a bath, both you and your grandmother will be confined here, you’ll not be able to leave the house until tomorrow afternoon, which will be too late. Going out soon after your bath will cause your death, yet you two must go with Elinora, if you don’t go two will die, if you take the bath you will die. You cannot take that bath; do whatever you have to do to avoid the bath. All with be forgiven.

Strength no child of four-cycles could possible posses before the phone call. . . this Red Sun so discovered she inflicted injuries to house and personages of Grandmother M and Elinora. Cannot say how long the stubborn refusal continued, but a thin sheet of ice developed before the phone rang and wet nose instructed me to being a rebellious journey up the stairs: Go to the first step turn and fight. . . . One by one these instructions continued until I was at the top of the second flight.

Wet nose: Keep Elinora at bay, the phone will soon ring now.

Red Sun: Okay, wet nose, do hope it rings soon, its no fun fighting with them.

Kicking a shoe at Elinora, she dodged, the shoe connected with the window at the base
of the second flight. Conditions changed to slow motion: in less than ten-seconds of shoe’s flight, mind’s interaction with spirit of emergency, in combination with strange sounds of glass breaking, phones triple ring and Grandmother M reaction as she answers our ring.

Grandmother M, reaction to the voice on the other end, gave rise to her opening statement: “Elinora Red sun knew? Its Glen, there has been an accident, here you talk.”

Out of the house in less than five minutes: on a deadly journey from Perryville to Lexington with Elinora driving through a blinding snowstorm. Worst week of storms in over a decade: Korea’s type of extreme winter. On our way to the hospital, Elinora was so upset she failed see a large traffic accident in process, with a large jacked-knifed trailer sliding sideways, for us. Eyes spotted the danger through the falling snow and Grandmother M saw how to escape, protecting one Cadillac from being decapitated by the trailer. The trailer did take several lives before going down the mountainside.

What if, we had not gone . . . (1) Would Elinora collide with the trailer? . . . (2)
Would she had been one of the twelve killed. (3)What if, she had not arrived to
give her consent for blood transfusions and the required surgeries? Glen might
have died, if not then several days later, without Elinora. Their deaths would
have left Red Sun in the middle without anyone, besides Grandmother M: who
crossed when I was a few seasons into my ninth cycle.

Being a black-marketed child, none of the family members on either side could accept a child, not of their blood. Children of Indian blood were perceived, as non-persons. Glen was important not only for Red Sun’s prime objective, but he too was needed to save many lives, by introducing various lifestyle improvements, which lead to positive social changes, stemming from his political influences (in later years as there was still much in life for him to learn and so much f0r Glen to accomplish.)

Yes, as you can sense, you were a child’s tidal wave, foundation developer, life-maker and, and . . . Truth, don’t want to think it what might have happened without you. As things were going life just might have become a black hole, if we survived, which I doubt. Countless lives lost and/or destroyed, if we had not come together. How do you tell the man that found the courage to go on after losing a limb, might have been from what Glen Hunter innovated in hospitals or someone who met him. His strength gave others the courage to reach out after they thought their life was lost. What happened afterwards never would have happened without your influences.

In addition, Glen Hunter used his influence for the development of better braking systems for truck hauling tractors. (Late 1950s) Campaigned to make sure all gas stations had fire-extinguishers, which saved a few lives: because Glen Hunter survived and he cared. The list goes on as countless events took place from lives improved, lives saved and secret healings.

“These were only the beginning of noticeable events, directly related to awakening of Red Sun within you (Yellowstone) along with respect bestowed on Glen. Reality of influences: Spiritual development, more spiritual awareness, perception and comprehension, empathy growth, a massive lifetime of adventures including saving the lives of other  family members and friends.

“Truth of life, many owe their thanks, lives, courage, survival, inner-awareness and awakenings our coming together and your autocatalysis influences. Thanks Sacred Yellowstone for all you started by awakening a child lost. If I had of stayed lost, how many more would have been lost, its something I get chills even to his day, thinking about, inasmuch as when all is said and done, one person can make a big or small difference, but even that has a ripple effect.

[Truth Yellowstone: As a child in the moment, it was hard to understand the greater meaning of it then, beyond two or three bits and pieces. Not sure still if I understand all of it, however, what I can say, It is terrifying to think about the pivot points we all had in some ways on others, from planting seeds to making a difference, which would not have taken place without your heart and gifts.]

YELLOWSTONE AND THE GRAND TETONS ARE SACRED AND THEY CAN BE THE GIVER AND TAKER OF LIFE WITH LONG RANGING INFLUENCES ON ONE AND MANY LIVES.

This is the place that awakened and joined the child to her sacred spirit of the Indigenous peoples of this land, of she is part of and it wanted her to learn and know. You can take the child away from her peoples, but you can’t take the connection out of her people out of the child. This is my road to walk and the Sacred Guardians were determined I would be awakened to the spirit others wanted to destroy.

©
Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

By
Michelle EagleHawk

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Yellowstone,National Park,White Buffalo calf,sacred awakening,guardians,spirit guides,Sacred Teacher,Eagles

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