Talking about Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences Part 1


This is a very shorten article of the sacred life journey I lived when I was blessed by one of the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth Yellowstone not just the park but the land that includes the Grand Tetons, too.

Talking about Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences

No Turning Back — Part 1 of 2

This is the place that joined me to my sacred spirit of the Indigenous peoples of this land, you can take the child away from her peoples, but you can’t take the 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.

Several decades later it’s still incredible . . . how a lifetime could be influenced by one trip to Yellowstone National Park. Through her launching of autocatalysis components/events/interaction, what happened within her proved to be the turning point in my life? This day once again, my spirit calls out . . . “Sacred Yellowstone, Yellowstone the heart of our Sacred Mother Earth, Yellowstone the life maker and life breaker, if people only knew the medicine power within you. If I ask, will you remember and answer . . . how can events seemly unrelated, connect and awaken spiritual abilities by your infusion of truths into life and spirit? Hundreds may come to you and experience or see nothing, while others you treat to autocatalysis components — awakening life’s true direction. From which there is no turning back. Yellowstone, your miraculous skills have the gift to awaken multi dimensions of life (via unrelated far-flung events) or so it might appear. Until . . . your life and mine joined for a time or a sacred lifetime?

Truth of heart and spirit . . . no imagination can prepare any individual for your incremental introduction to a child of lives major autocatalytic induction of interaction and vital knowledge: which either alters ones life course, create a set of unique components, whereby your impartation and formation of new or revised blueprints for life, living and purpose. Cause and affects are true autocatalysis components: when induction thereof solidified and pulled together (a once out of control and all too often floundering heart and foundation), thus you set the progression of life’s path for untold adventures.

Yellowstone I say to you, no amount of imagination, could have prepared this child for your unique autocatalytic adventures: As a tidal wave changes a landscape, your autocatalysis influences changed, awakened and reset this child’s personal history. Most important your influence lead to lives saved, in addition to the generous enhancement to many other life journeys, through which the opportunity was given them to improve balance, as well.

“My name is Red Sun, who had lived a total three-full-cycles and three seasons, when you and I connected. Even though truth of reality suggests, Red Sun was (one of many) across time you have taken to your heart and introduced them to your far-reaching, wonderful autocatalysis influences. Truth of life: at the time I was too young to understand your greatness and love, but now my heart sings a song of love and thanks. However, no one was going to convince me of this during our journey from Riverdale, California, to where? Not until the second day of what was turning into endless: I want to die carsickness. Glen Hunter and Elinora decided to reveal the whys and whereabouts of this journey.”

Glen Hunter, “We’re going to Yellowstone Park . . . because of the Korean War: Men/relations called to active duty, businesses sold, belated emergency honeymoons, including a quick operation for gathering of . . . large family reunion. All designed to accommodate a rapidly growing family gathering of western relations. Most of us have been in receipt of dreams instructing us to gather in Yellowstone: since most west coast male relations, B 18 through 40 years B are called up to active duty. . . . How can I explain this to you so you will understand? After conferring with your Grandmother M, the family units decided it was important to have a reunion, before husbands, brothers and sons go off to war. Many families, including ours, are moving to other parts of the country . . . to give . . . to give . . . peace of mind for one thing, while men are separated from their families.”

Elinora, “Hunter, sold our car dealership and arranged to move us back to the land of his birth, Kentucky, where he believes his brothers will be able to watch over his farm, and us too. Hunter’s convinced he will not return home on his feet, if he is able to return home at all. I think that is a lot of hog wash: he’s not going to die in Korea. However, he will not be happy until we’re planted in the middle farm country, slopping hogs and chasing chickens. I’m a city lady not a farm drudge.”

“You will get use to it, Elinora, you knew who and what you were marrying when you married me.” Sharp chuckle, “Red Sun, the exact reason or reasons for Yellowstone refuse to be identified, except in the Creator’s time: Yellowstone’s summons through her song which has become a deep itch, haunting everyone’s spirit. Yellowstone’s spirit refuses to let go . . . all vacation spots turned into black holes, from the oceans of San Diego, as well as, all coastal ports in-between. Next, we searched inland from Big Bear to Yosemite then up through the Grand Tetons, our visions for our gathering hit up against brick walls: life would fail if not Yellowstone. Even when we tried to speak of going any place other than . . . we got sick. As you’re car sick now, we too were hit with the same violent sickness, which only departed when we set our sights on Yellowstone. We decided we would camp, where Grandmother M vision instructed, south of Ol’ Faithful and north of the Grand Tetons, inside Yellowstone, the only compromise allowed.

“Ah, bull! . . . Visions . . . which this family suddenly has plenty of . . . ? Nor has anyone’s intuitions been able to interpret Yellowstone’s song: Why these demands have to be accommodated at some camp-p-p? G-r-r-r-round rather than a lodge, with running water and indoor plumbing? That’s why we’ll drop you off to stay with your grandmother and we’re going to stay at the lodge.”

“Neither, Elinora’s opinion notwithstanding . . . nor even one-single dream released us from Yellowstone’s call. We received repetitions of Yellowstone dreams challenged us: it was her and no place else, we were not going to be released from her influences until we all agreed to answer Yellowstone’s call: dreams, visions, voices or intuition, it matters not, how one might refer to Yellowstone’s haunting, mystical, control. Once everyone contacted Grandmother M, with their impressions, she translated the Great Spirit insisted our families gather at Yellowstone and no place else, if these visions which haunt our spirits are to stop.

“That’s some joke Red Sun! . . . Your Grandmother M’s voice must always be the final decision.”

“Red Sun, when Grandmother M speaks people really listens to her words. But this you know. Don’t listen to Elinora, she’s just mad because no one gave into her way and headed to Vegas. Then ‘We the people,’ have learned not to dispute Grandmother M’s spoken decrees. Failure to do so is tantamount to suicide: regrettable backlashes rise up to slap us in the face not just for a season either, but for many a season.”

“Glad for them, but my strength continues to diminish, every hour of our travels, life force is close to nothing. Strange too is how by this third day of carsickness, body and spirit felt closer to death, every minute something more within me is being striped away, almost ever ounce of life force, is gone, I’m empty. Unable to raise head or limbs (slipping in and out of consciousness) with face buried in wet towels.”

Little Red Sun slipped away into unconsciousness, until . . . we were close within the spirit of Yellowstone. Sickness departed slowly, but not until your shadow crossed my face . . . as the sensation of spirits joined, did strength increase influences of life anew. Hard to believe after days of lying flat, life returns, by way of a gift illuminated by the sacred spirit of Earth Mother’s Yellowstone. It matters not, because this gift allowed the child, en route to grandmother, an opportunity to look out the car windows from an upright position.

Around suppertime, we pulled into the third camp area, senses tingled Grandmother M . . . “There! Over there! She’s coming out of her Airstream.” Tumble from the back into the front, across and over Elinora, head first in a sudden leap through her window, into grandmother’s open arms: “Hooray, we’re here!”, before Hunter turned the engine off. Love touch connects . . . gentle hand of sacred spirit breeze, summons sacred life energizing energies . . . two hearts, minds and spirits: flow as one . . . visions shared unspoken words from sacred mother heart of Yellowstone: Flashes, implied this was a time of vast importance — a wounded life’s circle came to heal — Red Sun is here to meet her past, embrace the rebirth of her present, for her future to achieve greater strengths for others to survive.

Less than a minute in time: experiences flash in milliseconds reality through several visions loaded with information, yet our view of ones life history, traveled through a spirit portal over an hour in spirit time. World turning around us, time being reset as life travels from the if-fen shadows of life history into — so shall it be heavens light. Upon our return from the journey, grandmother voiced nothing, but telepathic eye contact said more than words could express — one of many ways we shared communications: Yes, its an important time in our lives, Red Sun . . . a child who would not be here now, if several seasons earlier, the Creator had not guided his humble messenger, by his sacred hands of love, to return life to a child death. Then twice more, in less than ten-months her life restored, after the rescue of a young Red Sun, from a house of murder.

Arms around neck, placing kisses on her cheeks, forehead, chin, corners of mouth and nose, before our favorite position of forehead to forehead: I hear you, know this, my life is yours. If not for your connections and skills . . . arching back to struggle with hand sign language—eye . . . no B no 4 U . . . Sorry—shake hands, for acknowledgement to grandmother: sign not good yet.

Yellowstone, you, as Grandmother M, are proven true/rare spiritual women, well loved and respected. However, I can’t say how all see or feel you, but I can say all who knew her, were touched or walked across her aura, sense a true sacred spiritual presence: Considering individual spirits acknowledges this is a sacred mother, sacred messenger, saint, guardian, spiritual guide, teacher, missionary, healer and friend. Nevertheless, neither of you women have ever written a book, held public office, but you have had publicity agents promoting, you. Regardless, by the hour of my birth, one had touched generations of . . . across all cultural backgrounds and language groups . . . while the other had touched and influenced hundreds of thousands across a number of decades. What can be said of the both of you, you are sacred women who stimulate — individual awakenings of intellectual talent through ones mind and spirit.

[Sorry, Grandmother M’s history, I’ll have to save for another time, inasmuch as, her life history and mine with her can’t be written in less than 500 pages, because of the vastness of wisdom and influences: in combination with Yellowstone and Grandmother M, along with an abundance of history, nature and eternal wisdom, directing life and knowledge back to my roots – through osmosis ingestion awakening ones lifetime to decades of knowledge which in turn connect one to generations of history. Even with the infusion took many seasons to classify, categorize, as well as, a useful maturity to understand, now maybe you can understand why it can’t be put into a few pages either. All this happened within a short space of time once our lives became interconnected.]

Several days later life force, acknowledged strength was close to being replenished, as spirit regained balance, after hours of enjoyment with the sky spirits, while absorbing Yellowstone’s life giving forces. Spirit overloaded with tears of enthusiastic happiness, spinning around in a whirlwind presentation of joyous circles: “It’s beautiful. Can you sense all the spirit forms? I love this place. The simple pleasures of communication with life, spirit filled with an abundance of song and knowingness, through observations and absorption of life, eagles and hawks soar through the canyon, each adding to my life. Truth spirit heart is full here in Yellowstone, not hungry or empty. Our Sacred Earth Mother reveals more about our interdependency via our connection which feeds spirit and gives life. Grandmother M, I wish you could understand why I can’t play with two-dimensional children, being close to them hurts my spirit, makes me cry, they tell too many lies. Don’t ask me to play anymore let my spirit flow and grow here in Yellowstone.

“Yellowstone Mother, tell me why this Red Sun, a child of . . . cycles(?), walks in life void of communication abilities and/or desires, among persons incapable of reason, who seemed to do nothing more than mimic the parents of their, parents’ personalities. Persons lacking conversation abilities beyond basic, me, myself and I. Persons who lack within necessary capacities to absorb multi-dimensions of Earth Mother’s beauty, all around us. Tongues, hearts and spirits mixed with half-truths and flat lies. Yellowstone easy on my spirit, easy to communicate with, life awakens to the spirit of animals and two-legged persons filled with spirit, too. Life is an important adventure, so much to learn and even more to absorb. Where in time . . . did these life transformation experiences and spiritual connections, begin?”

Whirlwind dance comes to a fast halt . . . to ask questions face to face: “Grandmother M, tell me? What is this deep emotion stirring from within a call for a spirit too long asleep to understand this child’s roots? Why does it feel this Yellowstone, is an area as sacred as walking into heaven’s highest and most sacred of holy churches?”

Grandmother stood disguising silence of spirit and voice with her impressive smile . . . desirous to hear what new words she saw growing. One more of Red Sun’s verbalizations (excuses) for her behavior. She didn’t have to wait long. ”Life here speaks to me as no other place I’ve been. Sacred Earth Mother is . . . does communicate her love by her ability to embrace this child in her spiritual love. Grandmother M, speak to me truths . . . why not until now, have I not been able to recognize what is meant, when one says their spirit’s hungry. Yet, now that I have been absorbed into and feed by nature’s spirit, her life forces, spiritual energy, her sacred love and medicine knowledge, in addition to all we have been through. Heart says and spirits reveals it wasn’t until now this time here, I’ve been able to recognize the real truth of what you said about my empathetic abilities and how it feeds a spirit.”

Perception of Grandmother M as a fountain of knowledge and honesty, this Red Sun received great pleasure, having the first-half of our together vacation, free from Elinora . . . free to ask question, after question, after question . . . in quest of wisdom with reference to differences between openness of life, mind and spirit, confronted by life to learn from Grandmother M and Yellowstone. At least every other day or was it just hours apart? . . . A small push by a guardian, arrived to incite one strange question, voiced out in different ways. As guardian speaks to Red Sun’s spirit, Red Sun repeated words which sent Grandmother M into a nervous silence. Yet, her nervous silence relayed volumes with each confrontation of questions: either asked wrongly in time, place or in front of persons, who need not know the reason for the questions. Her guardians would prevent her reply by temporary paralyzes of throat, keeping silent words forbidden or not ready to be spoken. Yet, volumes sought release to be spoken, as revealed in her eyes framed with tears. Words allowed were vocalized through whispers, “I will have to pray on your question and give you an answer later.”

In retrospect, it was the right place to receive answers, as these questions were part of the stage backdrop for answers: to be revealed in the hour and way commanded by decree. Question: Why do I feel so different, not special, but just different from children of lighter skin? It is hard for me to communicate with the rest of our relation or people of light skin, too. Sorry, but most of the time it’s hard for me to relate to your daughter and Glen. Why is it, I don’t feel they are my parents? Grandmother M, explain? Your skin is light, but your spirit is different and easy to communicate with. Explain?” Silent smile, eyes rimmed with water and the same words whispered: AI . . . pray . . . on questions . . . answer later.”

Strange how many lifetime events change truths within the short span of a day, what we assumed (to be) in reality wasn’t. Ideas, of words spoken, defined a day designed to . . . (invoke autocatalysis chemistry/influences.) “Red Sun, the significance of this day is that we are at the halfway point, it’s time to get you up before the sun, so we can experience the beauty of early morning. Its important to us, inasmuch as most of the campers within our campsite are still asleep, once everyone wakes up, the real beauty is drowned out. Listen to what Earth Our Sacred Mother and the Creator say to you.” Her words summonsed the messengers: Spiritual lightning struck, thunder of eagle wings sounded close overhead, symbols of sign—awakened times at hand: Instructs the panoramic view of many spiritual doors to be fling wide-open between material and spiritual universes. Excitement of changes delivered adventures arrived as sacred lightning, the first day of the halfway point, who would have thought . . . other than Grandmother M, that is?

The wall of invisibility . . . vanished between universes. Silence of . . . what silence? Sacred eagle calls forth, “Awaken . . . spirit thunder” . . . As the beat of awakening upon ones spirit drum of life, POW! Magnification of communications: a flood of soundless, knowing awareness, by absorption of wisdom’s knowledge. Beyond reasons, earthly comprehension asks how a single tone of . . . (by the sacred eagle song and sacred wings) command and control a new awakening: Enhancement (by a hundredfold) sensory perception reception — transmitted via spirit and live form — close within and/or across the canyon: voices, sounds, subconscious communication, songs of spirit wind are songs of life: summonsing life to lessons, through enrichment of ones abilities to learn by way of — absorption, thought power, experiences and wisdom. Introductions to uplifting environment provide powerful spiritual, healing to mind, body and spirit. Next introductions to hostile torturous actions, producing somewhat different reactions to negative communications and/or behavior: destructive painful violence, robbing life force — big understatement. Mind spinning with all the influx of empathetic influences healing, ripping and tearing mind, body and spirit, falling to the ground as a person close to death. Crying out to the universe: “Overload, is this what our Earth Mother and the Creator go through?”. . . Brain blacked out to escape the pain.

Eagle called, spirit awakened, stunned by how each sweet, care filled note possessed the ability to heal, uplift and restore life to ones spirit, as well as, how increases in harmony is capable to infuse one with the sensation of journeys on the winds of life’s wisdom. Eagle calls forth Red Sun’s spirit to accept and soar with them, among and beyond the clouds: each tone not just a note but the unitization of energy with spirit revealed within it the power to awaken long locked away universal wisdom. Eagles’ songs combined with the hawks, turned physical needs into a memorization of spirit nourishment among life’s bounty, ending desires for physical food: Each note more persuasive than the last, passionate . . . inspiration . . .

Spirit/child (not physical-child) rides the wings of a spirit-trance, as songs guide Red Sun from the breakfast table to an alcove at campsite edge, a few yards from a steep drop-off, into a river maybe a mile or more below in the canyon. Alcove unknown . . . knowledge of how-to-access C a mystery, yet this child laid braced against a dirt wall. Observation of life through spirit eyes, yes. Eagles and hawks holding Red Sun’s spirit high above earth clouds: Spirit free, soars, circles, dances with live, far away from body hidden at canyon’s edge, to keep it safe. Gentle breezes touch and snuggle spirit among the soft whisper of winds, in motion across the trees . . . maintains physical, in touch with spirit.

Okay? . . . What? . . . Who? . . . Summons? . . . Who is it that demands, Red Sun’s spirit to return from spirit journeys with eagles and hawks. Why’s a wet nose bumping my shoulder? Bump, bump, shove. Demanding nose: where am I? Peeking around through eyes of physical and spiritual, adjusting senses to new unknown environment and accesses. How did I get here? How did the nose get here? Can . . . can’t see . . . feel . . . small flat wet nose . . . mind search . . . what might be . . . not bear? “Wet nose size of a pony or calf?”

Wet nose: Good! Red Sun, it took long enough to summons spirit back to body.

Sniff, sniff . . . sense the wind: No animal smells. Sounds like a pony, feet of hoofs not claws, snorts of pony or calf. “May I look and see?” I have to know who belongs to the wet nose.

Wet nose: Know this I’ve come in love. For as you see me, I am . . . a white buffalo calf . . . Spirit of the White Buffalo Calf Woman, I’ve been sent by the Great Spirit to teach you, to awaken you to your true spirit of birth.

Contagious—her words spoke volumes of sacred love with equal balances of light and life.

Wet nose: I am the white buffalo calf woman. Come touch me we have a long journey to take, this day.

Head turns to look back, across right shoulder: “Wow-w-w-w, your beautiful, cloud white, gentle spirit-song heart, you are what?” Raised arms up to hug neck, “I love . . .”

Hand on wet nose, blink of an eye: merge of spirit minds, propels us through worlds, of time and space; past, present and/or future; seasons of journey in Creator’s time: Questions answered not yet asked, perplexed by questions both ask and unspoken; questions asked seasons past of Guardians, Grandmother M, Creator and/or life receive answers.

[Cannot say how many levels of communications evolved throughout our journey as voices did not pass through lips, yet we shared what seemed to be a universe of communications in a short span of time: Impressions to sensations of seasons, places and activities, universe filled with thoughts, ideas, pictures, life action, colors, words, music and environments. Our time together proved more alive than one can obtain at the movies, more powerful than most visions or visitations with ones relations at family reunions. Nevertheless, her skills of traveling, returned us back in time, to within a few minutes of when we left.]

Some may call it out-of-body-experience, some dream state, others trance like-state: but that’s them not me. Spirit recognizes physical form of communication, but wasn’t ready to rejoin, as spirit voice, challenged wet nose for clarification of communication, inasmuch as volumes of information could be lost in through some other from of translations.

Truth, for the time we shared in contact, our spirits proved to be capable of intense, none verbalized, high level communication translation via perceptions of intense of spirit voices: pictures, energies, sensations and absorption influencing all of ones senses and precognitive abilities, which takes a while to readjust and align to everyday conditions, upon ones return a journey of such intense beauty and mass. A journey which linked countless days, activities, adventures and universes from here and beyond within the midst of (or throughout) where in time and space?

Red Sun’s heart expresses through spirit voice:

White Buffalo opens door to . . . that which called from faraway . . . in here.

Touch right hand to heart and left to wet nose’s forehead for transmission of voice through hands to broadcast inner-vision:

Life lost in winter, long, has awakened to spring. We are of the same spirit-heart, and culture-heritage. Spirit true is red . . . not white. Life speaks on universe of different levels. Spirit of birth comes not from those I call parents, here this day, but from mother crossed . . . elder relations and ancestors . . . answers why spirit has felt empty. Wonder if wet-nose understands what I’m trying to say?

Wet nose:

Most of our sacred spirit journey must be kept silent, as you need information, it will return as flashes of deja vu. But know certain information cannot be shared except when instructed by the Great Spirit or through instructions, you will know, you will be guided to speak.

Red Sun spirit speaks again through hands:

You opened eyes, you opened mind to ancestors past and relations present . . . revealed truths hidden, you came to tell a sacred child-of-red, she was well loved by the Creator, he sent many to welcome his sacred child. Sorrow filled heart of child . . . when . . . embracing us/them . . . Chiefs and Medicine Men . . . past/present awakened memories locked . . . birth mother appeared walking with elders. Love embracing us, by many who wore the bonnets of . . . all whom Red Sun recognized as family . . . dressed in buckskins pure (left no question) mother of blood crossed. Many emotions flooded spirit . . . bonds of love healed heart and strengthened this spirit, too.

Wet nose:

Red Sun, hear me? You have been sent here to help save the people. The Creator/Great Spirit has decreed for us a long, strong journey together, as you have seen, but for this to take place answer your heart: Do you accept the fact you will have many lessons to learn, do you accept all your duties and responsibilities C not power or position? Answer true for from your answer, there is no turning back?”

Recalling our journey, answer pop forth before the second heartbeat:

Yes, there is no question in my heart; I accept ALL the Great Spirit asks. I accept all duties and responsibilities.

Wet nose:

Red Sun, from this day forward we are as one, I will be as much a part of you, as you will be apart of me, we will grow strong in life, together.

Red Sun:

Grandmother M calls, through telepathic communication, I want her to meet you.

Wet Nose:

Answer your Grandmother in spoken words.

Shouted word sounds, “Grandmother over here.” Maybe, but not sure if words sounded lucid? “Wet nose, white buffalo woman, please meet her, you will make her spirit happy, too”

Sounds of dirt under feet . . . pebbles tumbling downwards on head and shoulders, in route to the earth, taps and bounces calls attention up and backwards, into Grandmother’s face. Strange face eyes in mouth and mouth in eyes as tongue flapped, upside down. “Found you my little one, are ready for lunch?”

Hand slips from wet nose, as I turned to face Grandmother M, with excitement high. “Grandmother, I want you to meet my friend, white buffalo . . .” She’s gone. Jaw dislodges as knees hit the ground, hands in rapid motion to stop tears, “Ah! . . . What? . . . She goes . . . here . . . no where? . . . Grandmother, did you see a white buffalo leave?”

ANo child, I have only seen you here. But what I see here, tells me of what you speak is truth. These hoof prints other than yours are buffalo calf hoof prints.”

“But . . .

“Don’t cry child, we see what our Creator wants us to see. The white buffalo calf came to you, not me, even though I didn’t see her. It does not mean her visit is of any less importance, for you or me. Its time, for lunch: now take a couple of deep breaths, surround yourself with the light then when you are ready give me your hand.

Sitting on the edge, she extends her hand, to assist me out as there was no other way out. Our hands connect and she lifts, “Up we go. … Know this child, the knowledge of the white buffalo calf visit, tells me much. Listen to pebbles falling off of Red Sun to the ground. Here let’s dust you off.” Cough, cough, “Dust be gone, big dust cloud, what have you been doing to get so dusty, Red Sun?”

“Dust be gone.” Pat, pat, each pat increased dust cloud and childish smile: “Grams how did I get here? Did the eagles carry me? I can only remember gliding with . . .

“Tell me about your adventures, as we walk to lunch.”

“I traveled with the eagles and visited with twelve Great Chiefs, called to stand before the Great Spirit. They revealed I was a child-of-red, ancestors and relations, red. Your daughter is not the mother of my blood or Glen the father of my blood, this I learned when I journeyed with the white buffalo calf woman, across past, present and future. Visited truths of birth beyond, mother crossed, sacred child of the Great Spirit, sent to save the people . . . our reason together. All said this child was to listen to you, because you are a very sacred woman, the Great Spirit/Creator chose you for me, an important teacher, one of several teachers. Many lessons, much to learn, much to be taught, many people to help, without us thousands of lives will be lost, needlessly. All said many lessons to learn in life, to understand how-to-help others. You and the buffalo are very important teachers, for this Red Sun.”

Patting the bench several times, “Sit here child, down, everyone has waited on you. Now eat your lunch.” She whispers in my ear so the family and friends around us ears can not hear, “Don’t say a word, for others here to hear, only know we will talk. Believe me we’ll talk a lot, since this you learned I have known, but not until now, did I understand the extent of the Creator’s plan.”

“Great Spirit!”

“One in the same, he is known and called by many names.”

About halfway through lunch, looking around the area, after all but an elder at the other end of big picnic table had disappeared: “Grandmother! Mother bear said she would be by my side. She said we would be as one. Where is she, I don’t see her.”

“You’re trying to tell me, you have gone brain numb, you know the difference between physical and spiritual beings, Red Sun.”

“Yes, but I thought of her as Rusty, the spirit Indian/visual dog, you gave me. Although, I was wondering how you were going to get her home?

“In my trailer, is that what you were thinking? Truth? . . . “

“Yes, trailer! TRUTH. . . “

“Red Sun! I realize part of this is my fault, because you have much to learn about many things here in Yellowstone, including her different personalities. Truth about buffalo: there are differences between spiritual and physical buffalo although they may seem similar in physical and visual aspects, but they differ in scent, behavior and personalities, for starters.

“Know this truth, if people around here saw a white buffalo calf, they would try to capture and enslave it. Greedy people only see profits of much money, not the purpose of a sacred animal: they would also use and abuse you if they saw her with you.”

“But . . . Grandmother? Spirit beings that visit us are not ones we can touch and feel as we do each other. Yet?”

“Interpretation, my child, this (white spirit) buffalo calf, you A-S-S-U-M-E-D . . . assumed she would be by your side as Rusty?”

“What you said.”

“Know this child: she is a sacred spirit buffalo who can appear in many ways. Only time combined with experiences will you understand, when she is with you, making sure you learn her teachings: Remember not all lessons are or will be easy to learn. Neither, can I promise you will know, you learned nor understand what you learned, until many seasons later?”

Child listen as you eat, let me tell you more information about the sacred white buffalo calf woman, her meaning, importance, teaching and gifts to the Native American Indian peoples. After she told me the traditional history of wet nose: “Wow, Grandmother M, never knew how smart, before the eagles call and the buffalo.”

“Not sure why child, but my visions suggest these next couple of weeks for ‘Red Sun, the sacred child’ will come many sacred events, which involves the two of us. As you have this day, you will experience many things that will awaken you to life lessons, upon which to build a strong foundation.” Touches her nose and ear—meant this is of great importance—sense and listen close. “Do nothing to displease the Creator or Sacred Mothers during this time, as a sacred doorway is open wide, not a just a small window of communications, but an opening as big as this camping area. You/we will be walking within both for a time. Observe all that takes place at this campsite within both. It holds answers for your future, too.”

“Like what?”

AKeep in mind, sacred lessons of life come in strange and unexpected ways. A time when one thinks tongues are speaking, minds are meeting. We are in a space of time when all barriers between universal communications are nonexistence. A time when all are given the ability to observe, sense, touch, as well as, understand via communication of mind and spirit. A time when guardian angels, of heaven, are close, in observation and preservation of records, as well as, designation of lessons intended for personal consciousness and wisdom.”

“Yes, Grandmother . . . what you say from here where we stand, through the eyes of this child to be one of the Creator/Great Spirits experience work/learn (macho mas) vacations.”

“Red Sun maybe the visions of the past few weeks, invoked the impressions of open windows and pictures on many seasons: more on the order of sacred seasons.”

“Why do you say C seasons? Season implies several moons and seasons mean changing of moons, crops and dress.”

“Yes, and four seasons make a cycle. Never mind we’ll talk about events and meanings after your nap. Now for another surprise, you’re going to take your nap in that tent at the far end, by the showers today.”

“Whose tent is it?”

“Your parents, tent?”

“They don’t have a tent?”

“As of mid-morning they do. They will be here this evening or that is what I was told when their luggage was delivered. Your dad also sent word it would be nice, if you reacted to Elinora, as if you missed her.”

“You know that’s false, there is no love between us and you want me to lie.”

“You heard the words. Make your dad happy by your expressions of love her mom. Make her feel you do love her, maybe you two will learn to get along with each other?”

After a couple of (just-because) childish josh-filled protests, commonsense realized it was time to head off for the tent, it was fruitless to go against Grandmother M. This child/spirit respect of a sacred elder and sacred lady had to bow to her fair and logical judgment.

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

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  1. A very interesting post, full of symbolism, words do not convey enough, you have to sense it to get full meaning. I get a little, but not its full sense.

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