Yellowstone Powerful Autocatalysis Instructor
Inside Yellowstone National Park
Around suppertime, we pulled into the third camp area, inside Yellowstone and I senses tingled Grandmother M . . . Where, where?
Unseen Guardian: There, Red Sun. . . . Look up, right over there! (Pictures giving me direction and sight beyond sight) She’s coming out of her Airstream. Tumble from the back into the front, atop, across, and over Elinora, head first in a sudden leap through her window, straight 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 flow from within the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth Yellowstone: Flashes, implied this was a time of enormous importance—a wounded life’s circle came to heal and make whole . . . Red Sun. Here one meets her past, embraces the rebirth of her present, to achieve greater strengths for others to survive, and identify the future.
Glen Hunter had removed my luggage out of the trunk of the car, before we returned on our short journey, while I clung to Grandmother M and she clung tight t me in her arms, I heard Elinora say we will see you in a month, and told Glen Hunter take her where she could get something to drink, in the same breath. Amazing how fast they disappeared before I finished greeting Grandmother M and our spirit journey within the vortex had completed. She did not give her mother a hug or kiss, either, since she refused to get out of the car, the only words from her, Here is Red Sun, we are late, see you in a month . . .Goodbye.
This was our bonding time, we were experiencing each millisecond flashes of recall, receiving memory each recalling reality, each individual, each reflection connects experiences, and exposes a unique tapestry of information. Many questions answered in less than sixty seconds: lessons experienced became knowledge acquired into personal/universal history. Each flash or a combination of conscious/subconscious reality becomes another journey moving us in spirit time through wonderful spiritual portals. World turning around us, we are inside the vortex and time resets our combined spirit travels from the if-fen shadows of our eternal spirit-life journeys, which combine our spiritual history—into heavens light of spiritual physics and universal wisdom.
Upon our return from the journey, grandmother voiced nothing, but telepathic communications, enriches are awareness with eye contact, which communicated more than words could express—one of many ways we shared communications: Yes, it’s 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 had claimed. Then twice more, in less than ten-months her life restored, after the rescue of a young Red Sun, from a house of many shot and murders.
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 guardian this 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: hand sign not good yet. I looked around to discover Glen Hunter and Elinora were no longer anyplace to be seen. They did not tell either of us good-bye only dropped off my things and left. Oh, well, I am with Grandmother M and that is all that really counts, Elinora doesn’t have to come back really.
Time had come for Yellowstone embraces us within her sacred energies and Mother Earth speaks: Sacred Mother, you, and Red Sun, we have witnessed are true, sacred, and rare spiritual women. Sacred Mother you are well loved and respected. Considering individual acknowledges you a sacred mother, sacred messenger, saint, guardian, spiritual guide, teacher, missionary, healer, and friend.
Regardless, of the words this day, by the hour of Red Sun’s birth, this Sacred Mother 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 one say other than the both of you are sacred women who stimulate—individual awakenings of intellectual talents through mind and spirit. However, I can’t say how all see or feel you child in the future, but I can say, we see all who receive her, are touched, or walked across her aura, sense a true sacred spiritual presence. There is much ahead that needs not be revealed at this time to the little one.
Okay, even after joining grandmother, it was still important for more connections, journeys, and awakenings which meant adventures within the vortex of travel, and sleeping by Grandmother M, this night we continued to slip in and out of a state of semi-consciousness, until the shadow of Yellowstone’s crossed over our campgrounds, and light returned, proclaiming Red Sun is now fully within Yellowstone’s loving embrace and cherished in dawn’s embrace . . . . The same second of dawn, we hear a spiritual energy pop, providing us with sensations of sacred spirit embraces establish the child/Red Sun, in a way, which helps us familiarize our connections with the sacred energies of Yellowstone.
Sacred lives and energies greet both with a grand embrace: In one moment child/Red Sun recognized the sacred presence, influence, and embraces . . . Yellowstone, used during our entire four-day journey. Hard to believe how after days of lying flat, not sure if alive or dead, and then with a blessing and embrace life returns via gifts of enlightenment. Once inside the Sacred Circle of Yellowstone Sacred Heart of Mother Earth and the Mother Earth’s powerful blessings of eternal life and love many new opportunities guided us to relate to the sacred spirit of Yellowstone. After a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a short time before falling off to sleep, with the vortex of travel requesting we take a journey within, I questioned Grandmother about WHY and WHAT is important that I say nothing to Elinora or Glen Hunter and neither were to have any knowledge about my sacred cocoon, spiritual connections, spirit journeys, and our telepathic connections. We took a few journeys together which was fun talking to elders, but I cannot say how long we were gone, since I failed to wake up until morning.
At breakfast I asked why neither one gave me a kiss, shook my hand, or a pat on the back, they just dumped the luggage and left. It hurt since Elinora told me shortly, before how glad she was glad to get rid of me, I was in her way and nothing but trouble, she wanted me out of her, and she did not care if I was dead, because she would never cry over my dead body. I asked what I thought was a simple question but the answer, became a very long and hard journey to understand: Why does she hate me so much?
[Sacred and Personal Life Truths: At the beginning of the journey, I was too young and twisted up insides, prior to the wonderful gift of awakening comprehension, and enlightenment for understanding the greatness of Yellowstone the Sacred Heart filled with Mother Earth’s teachings and love. By the time we headed back to southwest and to central Kentucky, I had come alive. Gone from blind to having eyes, which discovered they had the power and ability to see beyond the normal five senses. All the years since Yellowstone, including present day, my heart sings a song of love and thanks, for the gifts and opportunity of acceptance to connect with the sacred life force of universal life and spiritual physics.
However strange, for a time no one could convince me of Yellowstone’s involvement, or powerful autocatalysis influences, during our journey from Riverdale, California to Yellowstone. Yet, after I sleep on the ground, our spirits journeyed together, began a great and powerful change. For a time I walked a time upon sacred ground, within her sacred heart, where I learned to appreciate and comprehend her sacred abilities, blessings and many of her very wonderful spiritual manners. You know the saying walk a mile in my moccasins, will it requires a little more than a mile to walk with the Sacred Heart of Yellowstone, to realize the sacred unity of the universe’s divine spiritual oneness. ]
[Sorry, Grandmother M’s history, I’ll have to save for another time book, inasmuch as, her life history and mine with her can’t be written in less than 500 pages. Truth, 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 – begins with osmosis assimilation, designed to awaken in one short lifetime, decades of knowledge, which in turn connects one to generations of history. Even with the infusion it took many seasons to classify, categorize, as well as, obtain 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. True Reality, Grandmother has neither written a book, nor held public office, but she had publicity agents promoting, one Sacred Mother her around the world, for all she did, it was her abilities and sacred gifts which helped to guide and teach. She was not Catholic but if she was she would be on the wall beside Sister Theresa and Pope John Paul III, and then one other that trained with her in Nebraska and South Dakota . . . Grandfather John White Cloud of the Parrot Clan of the Laguna Pueblo Nations]
© Michelle Red Sun EagleHawk
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