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ANCIENTS . . . WISDOM AUTHENTICATED

This opening chapter is the prelude to a very sacred journey and involvement with Ancients, Sacred Ones from the Highest of the Highest our Sacred Father aka the Sacred WhiteEagle Father, to the meeting the Holiest of the Most Holy Sacred Mothers. The opening is only a small piece of my sacred spiritual connections with the Ancients and Sacred Elders of our People to the High Council of Chiefs and Elders, then my encounter with the Highest of the Highest Council of Ancient Chiefs aka Archangels. ….

There are a great deal of encounters to follow that will help you and others in need to awaken to the sacred knowledge of the ancients, filled with sacred healing knowledge, indigenous Sciences, Physics, Spiritual Physics, Quantum Physics and seeing our greater sacred and universal connection. This is non-fiction, based on life journeys, sacred connection with the Sacred Elders, Humanities, awakenings, and verification of truths; which they passed down from ancient ones to ancestors, elders, and our relations. But this book is not only my adventures but those of family and friends and how many of our connections they made even Choreographed and woven into many life journeys. There are amazing events with wonderful life teachings and spirit walks. This is only the beginning of what I am sharing in this book. ….

Lifetime of personal life lessons, spiritual development and awareness is never in a straight line … neither in learning personal life history nor spiritual life adventures. Here is where and why these adventures combined with countless lessons; which involve not one but many whose life I was also involved in and many others whose life adventures were part of and involved with mine. ….

Connecting these unique lessons and conditions are how we learn/learned and how we help others our lessons directly/indirectly, for all of life’s circles and cycles help to teach others, and how they us taught, at the same time; which kept our history and culture strong. So please understand what you think … disjointed is actually the way the Sacred Ones teach in unique ways along our lifetimes of sacred journeys. ….

Yes, know I am presenting this sacred life history/journal, the way life events travel and in the many countless ways help each individual learn, analysis and study life conditions, while we ask questions, we seeks answers: but what one assumes one day is the correct answer, may change the next day when one gains a deeper knowledge. Life adventures means it is important for us to accept with open-minds, analysis, evaluate, pray, and accept guidance which teaches us how to pull together various pieces of journeys, adventures, cultures, traditions and knowledge. ….

Each interaction is designed to enrich that which is part of each individual lesson, and then it is important to realize some lessons are connected to several circles of life adventures. I tell you this so you will understand why and how I am taking you on a sacred journey, not just telling you a story. I hope you will understand why I refer to what I am presenting is much the same ways the Sacred Ones take their student/teachers and teacher/students revealing numerous sacred journeys, not just telling stories for what I am presenting is neither a book nor a novel, it is much more. ….

To all my friends I have begun to working on chapters one and two of sacred life history although the first four chapters (opening thru chapter three) will be parts of the opening, while the real meat begins with chapter four, but it is important to know the first four chapters to understand the rest of the sacred life adventures and humanities, physics, and our spiritual universal history. The other factor … this is how our traditional  Elders, Storytellers, Spiritual Leaders, Medicine Men along with Grandmothers and Grandfathers taught others by using life history, adventures, traditional stories, visions, and lifetimes filled with events.

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Chapter One

Section One

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No Turning Back

Several decades later, in my life journey it’s still incredible . . .  how most have no etheric, psychic, and/or spiritual knowledge of what adventures are possible, or what selected personas, might, can, and/or will, experience, incredible knowledge during week-end camping, researcher/observation to vacations or family reunions, or employment. Few, if any, suspect the possibility of such spiritual journeys and life changing experiences, until after the fact. Yellowstone Sacred autocatalytic adventures abilities are filled with influences, connection, awakening, touching anyone from young children to adults, individuals to entire groups, matters not, none can request her embrace. Her gift of mysterious anomalies are hers to share, but with those who are chosen, the Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, has so many great ways to make the sacred knowledge known, if and when after observation and reading one’s spirit , they the Sacred Ones, including Mother Earth decide.

For one child, somewhat lost and confused, her trip unknowingly held many enigmas, filled with a series of secret formulas, to transport soul and life form of one (spirit child and eternal spirit of life and light—Red Sun), into a different universe of sacred consciousness: Yellowstone’s sacred transport allows the one she embrace’s recognition of her vast universal/spiritual importance, teaching through unique abruption and comprehension of your gifts intended to increase life universal/spiritual awareness of Mother Earth sacredness. Your wisdom and connection puts the one you embrace, in absolute, critical contact thru valuable knowledge awakening, which influences, past, present and future.

In Yellowstone, Grandmother M, more than others she let on might have been the only one aware of the autocatalysis components, (relations outside the few with indigenous native spirit and blood appeared spiritually brain-dead). Yes, contrary to what everyone else assumed was nothing more than a vacation/family reunion in Yellowstone National Park, Glen Hunter suspected a much bigger and different agenda. While, no one else except Grandmother M knew and expected a different agenda: Mother Earth, the Sacred Ones and Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth autocatalytic abilities, influences, and wisdom, filled with components via interactive events to awaken and teach the ones in their embrace.

In comes a treasure of sacred wisdom, across space and time, has embraced many students for various reasons countless energies, life-force, wisdom, enlightenment and knowingness delivered by a Sacred Universal Spirit Yellowstone. This I know because you embraced and delivered to the total existence of human child and spirit to rejoined eternal spirit of life and light, Red Sun. In truth, your true sacred spirit strengthens the connection between you, and Grandmother M with Red Sun, and thus I can say you embraced two more, among how many of your students. Yellowstone this I know because. . . I am Red Sun the child that experienced numerous connections, within your powerful unique embrace filled with your sacred spirit of autocatalytic life changing adventures: how many changes and adventures on my way to and while visiting the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, not easy to guess even, beyond total and absolute changes. For I know there continued even more, once we connected in and across space, I cannot count, but much of the knowledge gained through your intensity of touch, our countless spiritual journeys to awareness, you designed did awaken our eternal spirit. Each journey and adventure’s requirements you knew and understood. Your unique ways of presentation, serenity and guidance connect with psychological, essence, and spirit-heart, awaken genetic material, existence for total immersion of Indigenous Native oneness. One way to ensure I realized and recognized sacred truths. The child was and is of spirit and blood, sacred Indigenous Native, across many lifetimes with sacred universal connections to you.

Sacred Heart Yellowstone, what happened between you, Grandmother M, and I (Red Sun) validated, to those involved, you’re a major majestic power source of spiritual and universal energy; which proves to those you have touched, you are the one of Mother Earth’s most important, valuable, and influential autocatalysis with countless, unique talents, and abilities. One of which possessed reversal and reset knowledge to validate Red Sun via redirecting, reconnecting, and reconditioning the sacred spiritual life, bring forth that which others tried to destroy, my life’s journey. Yellowstone, I realized you can embrace and access infinite knowledge and countless universal truths; and carry your children beyond values, dreams, awakening windows, filled with life visions, dreams, sacred realities; you can take one beyond imagination into spiritual association with all things. Yes, it was within your embrace you delivered my life’s sacred truth . . . from brain-dead, to unique comprehension of spiritual and universal oneness, combined with visionary enlightenment, spiritual visions, and life with meaningful journeys and sacred turning points.

On many occasions still, my spirit responses to your call and/or touch . . . Sacred Yellowstone. Yellowstone the life maker and/or life breaker, I wonder how many people comprehend the real scope of your enormous sacred, spiritual, medicine power, your sacred heart and uniqueness of spirit? Do people understand, how much of an autocatalysis you can become and/or became in their lives, too, I fear not many, but if I ask, you, will they remember and answer? Touched by what necessitates life communications determined to help the sacred children reach out, embrace, and touch many lives, in similar ways; and through physics of spiritual gifts and guidance. Truth, Yellowstone, and I still have spiritual relationship and communications, when I need her guidance and support. I love the sensation of flight and out-of-body experiences she enjoys taking me on.

What would have happened without Yellowstone?

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What would have happened without Yellowstone?

In Yellowstone, events seemly unrelated can connect, contribute to, and teach, unique truths, and awaken spiritual abilities by infusion of wondrous truths into individual total being, life, and spirit? Yes, hundreds may come to you and not experience or see anything of your sacred spirit or powers; while others, your embrace treats to fantastic autocatalytic life components along with interactive activities . . . and because of said experience and/or connections; they awaken to their true life’s direction, through your wonderful interventions. Once awaken, each one soon realizes their new direction, is the direction from which there can be . . . no turning back, for it is his/her true direction.

Yellowstone, one of your miraculous skills is the gift to awaken through your teaching on multi-dimensions, of life across space and time, in addition to your unusual talent and presentation with unrelated, far-flung events and influences, which one might assume, has no purpose or is maybe something they choice not to experience again, but soon come to realize, they were not far-flung, painful or unrealistic, experiences, but each is presented to actually influence ones involvement in his/her life for a lifetime. It is important all realize you hold wonderful stimuli over this world, since you possess an amazing connection with all of life, Nature, Mother Earth, the Sacred Ones, and our universe.

Truth of heart and spirit . . . no imagination can prepare any individual for your incremental teasing and unique interactive autocatalytic orientations planned to help individuals absorb vital knowledge: Your interventions you fill with intend to alter one’s life course; which means for the individual(s) you embrace, hold tight rapidly intense roller coaster, to ride and by the way welcome to your new life. You are not going to know which side of life you are on while Yellowstone creates and/or re-creates you anew, through many new sets of unique life components, via sacred spiritual connection and unique communications. Some can say they experienced a total rebirth through Yellowstone’s embrace.

The Sacred Heart of Mother Earth is Yellowstone, and with your sacred connections, communications, and universal awareness you have the ability to control sacred energies, life forces, medicines and deal with powerful physics; which you use to provide amazing concepts for the formation of new revised blueprints to one’s life meaning, purpose and lifestyle and the course of humanities survival, too.

Cause and affects are true autocatalysis components: once orientation solidifies, the one you embrace and connect with . . . slowly comes to realize they are different individuals. Nevertheless, because of conditions in opposition . . . during a journey of three and two-third days, Red Sun of three cycles and three seasons, faced her dilemma of getting there alive; dealing with forces opposed, to survival, inner-personal struggles, spiritual battles, and strange conditions besieging, the child’s entire journey, combined with some type of a cocoon; before you could embrace and help Red Sun discover and rediscover, Red Sun, certain conditions required intervention. Interesting, how the road trip took the same amount of days, and hours, which was equivalent to cycle and seasons of this child’s age. Three years, and seven plus months of age and our travel times equaled three days and seven and three-quarter hours. A question seeks answers to wondering why coincidence, or required time for rebirth, or exactly a more universal matter?

Questioning why so much needed dealt with during the road trip, before our encounter and embrace. Could it have been certain parts of your embrace, started before the journey began, so you could pull together an out of control, lost child with a floundering heart. So many years later, I wonder how many years, it would have taken to provide the essentials for a good strong spiritual foundation; reset of possible for Red Sun’s Indigenous recognition of her sacred Indigenous abilities and awareness. What would have happened without your embrace to awaken Red Sun to her eternal spirit? The physical form of a child might have lived, but without realization of who and what Red Sun, really returned here to become. Would I have been able to gain the insight to recognize and remember sacred truths, and awaken to Red Sun’s traditional biological life; which only happens if/when the sacred spirit of Red Sun can see the light? However, the child had gotten lost in darkness, because of the violence and continual abuse, when in Elinora’s care by Elinora’s hands and words, and spells, the dangers were too high without her.

At the beginning of the journey, I realized I was a child with a strange name that did not fit, but I was unsure of why I felt this way. Life need reawakening, Red Sun’s to her sacred eternal spirit, true name, and just as important reconnection with/to her correct traditional, cultural, life connections, and spiritual life awareness; which is the energy that empowers Red Sun, to travel in the direction of truth and indescribable adventures, but the first adventure, necessitates spiritual assistance and sacred medicine ways to get arrive at Yellowstone alive.

Now that you know a little about Yellowstone, erasing the question of what could become of Red Sun, if not for her intervention. Now the questions arises what can and does happen once reawakened, with the help and guidance of Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, Mother Earth, Sacred Ones, countless guardians and Grandmother M, one of the top three most beloved, respected, sacred, saintly medicine woman? . . . To be fair, maybe it is time to help give you some insight into what happened during these four days, of mysterious, upsetting, scary and other strange events mixed in with what exactly . . . journeys. Life and physical being injected with life altering events adding to a child’s awakening combined with some unique factors and questionable contribution to experiencing different types of traditional medicine and physics. At first, it proved hard to believe the status of these connections, or they could lead to a positive increase in spiritual support, gathering of universal knowledge, along with supporting my learning even more sacred spiritual traditions. Thanks to the sacred support, from Grandmother M, countless guardians, sacred elders, and yes, massive spiritual energy, I survived, but maybe not in the fashion of how certain persons wanted or expected the child to survive. They wanted to destroy Red Sun and replace it with a puppet.

First Day Autocatalysis Journey Initiated

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Autocatalysis Journey Initiated

First Day of Journey

Glen Hunter shouts: Red Sun, get in the car we are leaving now. Elinora what is taking you so long, it is a long ways from here to there, move it.

Car doors slam, the engine starts, and the journey of confusion and fear begins. Neither Elinora nor Glen Hunter cared to give any explanation to a child, of three-full-cycles and the first month into her third season of life. Nor did they say a word to me while they packed the car with at least twenty pieces of luggage. Fear and concern flashes back on the last time Elinora desired death to come and end my live. Several times she attempted to end my life, because she cares more about her happiness and parties, than she does a child in her life. Just me two-weeks prior, she wish for my death, almost came true, by leaving me in a car stalled, on the railroad tracks, pinned to a telephone pole, between her favorite bar and the house, with a train bearing down, during a moonless night.

Trapped in the backseat, in my car seat, inside her car, to lock was broken and it did not want to let me out. I remember, hearing her laugher, rejoicing at how easy it is to let me die. Then questioning how come she had not thought of this before, since this incident, improved on her attempts, which comes close to the fifth time, she plotted and desired my death. The other times she tried to drown me, left me home alone over 24 hours a few times, hoping I would cause my own death, but she had never thought of stalling her car on the tracks with me strapped tight in the backseat. It would have been the perfect murder, since we lived close to various railroad tracks around the area, or maybe she should have allowed me to play close railroad tracks, in hopes I would play on the rails.

Yes, to answer your question, I was praying and screaming for someone, with the courage to rescue me or for Elinora to have a change of heart. Will a strange man with courage, climbed in the backseat of car and struggled to release me from my child’s car seat. I can remember him saying, “I am a fireman I will get me out, but right now I needed you to be brave and stop crying” I stopped crying. “Good, now since I cannot see the train I want you to watch and let me know when it gets close enough you can see, more than its lights. If not for the courage of the firefighter, the train would have mangled not just the car, but also the child within and the car. Definitely, child, lost. A couple of months earlier, Elinora was secretly trying to get rid of the child, by sending the child to in an orphanage. But luckily Glen Hunter learned about Elinora’s scheme, he spoke with Grandmother M, and I remained with them, and Grandmother M reminded legal guardian.

Reality of darkness, violence, and Elinora’s behavior contributed and increased personal fears and concerns, combined with the other events, filled with increased drinking and violence, darkness, and death, instigated caution, and distrust of liars’ agendas, since they were people I could never trust. Truth those seeking this child’s death began before this child possessed the able to walk or talk. All too often, as in my life, violent attacks causes one to grow very suspicious of all motives and very curious of others, their behavior and plans, for all have secret agendas. However, now my feelings of desperation to almost out of control fear, and confusion, begin to worsen, especially this time.

Feelings of my life, connection with Red Sun, and our awareness of environment . . . slowly fading . . . connection to life is fading away, all is activating more fear and stronger prayers. Please whatever is after me, grandmothers and grandfathers help me, I posse no ability or skills for preventing this overpowering attack, neither power nor support nor knowledge can I find. I need help to learn how to stand strong and prevent whatever is seeking to me take away and/or own life and spirit.

Normally, Glen Hunter shows Red Sun more respect, and tells me what is happening, more than Elinora, except this time, he says nothing, and he too makes me question, is my death close. The last few weeks, they had one continual verbal and physical war from sundown to sunup and all day on Sunday, with Elinora blaming me for all her problems, since the train incident. Followed by the words, I wish you had died it would save me so many problems; just happen to be the same words, when she was trying to figure out how new ways to kill the child.

Yes, the train hit the car and the last of the pieces, ended up in the next town about ten miles down the track. After this incident, connection between Elinora and I grew from indifference to total strangers living in the same house, and growing worse. Now Glen Hunter’s detached behavior worsen, now makes me feel no more than a body walking in a world without love or family, except Grandmother M.

Wow, all their secretive behavior had made matters worse, and amplified my desire to escape, from them. In truth, they did everything possible to hide numerous facts and information, which had strong influences on more than a few family members, but many on both sides of their family trees. Glen Hunter’s strange behavior and Elinora’s behavior five times stranger, causes this child to believe they both want to get rid of her. Each day caused everyone’s state of mind to worsen, so when Glen Hunter and Elinora packed up all my things, throw out toys without a word, my heart knew they had decided to get rid of me some away. Okay, part of this was a child’s imagination, combined with childish fear maybe; but what could explain, (to a child) their secretive behavior and instant silent, when I walked anywhere close to them. But now . . . why . . . why are they refusing to tell me, what is behind this trip? Where are they taking me? What will happen when we get there?

We had turned on I-15 heading north only a short while: Oh, am I dying, why now, why this now without warning. What and why are these strange conditions arising? What are these forces which are rapidly impacting the total being of Red Sun a.k.a. Buckeye (another name given to me by Grandfather M,) Grandfather M enjoyed watching his human lie detector, around Elinora and friends, considering I gave the one speaking a lie, my one-eye glare. . . .

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, the ticking I feels the sound is telling me this journey is ticking away my life, the days, weeks, months, and years the tires tics loud inside my skull playing out in miles. Each tick seems to calculate the speed, at which my life force energy, will be no longer. Extreme carsickness, combined with a strange energy tearing at form and spirit. Finally, sleep arrived; when pain became too strong and the energy changed the vibrational rates. Between loss of consciousness, and coming to the edge of awareness weak life forces continues to grow weaker-and-weaker, and child’s physical and spiritual conscious awareness travels beyond or away, losing all I had known, but when and why is spiritual awareness changing from conscious coherent to extremely incoherent.

Conscious to subconscious comprehend spirit child departs and disconnects what is happening to Red Sun eternal spirit. Why, child feel lost? Not good . . . Strange fe-e-e-ill-ing . . . What is . . . happening to me? Why do I feel strange, my body spirit, mind and heart hurts, cha-ange-ange-gee-e or lo-lo-lose . . . part us or all me, yes, no, terminated, if not tell what or who overpowers and overcomes me? I can hear Glen Hunter and Elinora voices . . . fuzzy and strange sounding. The words they speak, I recognize not, they speak a strange language. Senses say we are no relation, disconnection to all, man cares woman hates.

Awareness rapid distortion . . . everything heightens confusion, mind unsure why lives, spirits, minds, and body feel turned upside-down, in a pulling and pushing whirlwind, sending total spiritual oneness in how many directions, I don’t know. Praying for guardians to explain why so many forces, driving spirit, conscious life away and what is the why, to why we are being casted backwards, to time of birth. Moving spirit into another life, maybe, but why does it hurt so much physically? I say we  . . . . How many are WE?

Nevertheless, what, why or who, awareness in a whirl, it’s impossible to identify, with any certainty, the forces pulling at us: are they positive or negative, sacred spiritual or demonic darkness, What is pulling, ripping, turning and twisting, at all levels of life, spirit and energy? Wow some serious energy explodes incasing us in an amazing universe of colorful lights and powerful energy. The energy supported musical vibrations, along with osculation of multi-color sounds, ever changing tones in pitch and volume, too. Spiritual volcano of upheaval eruption explodes within the first hour, Glen Hunter turns his car onto the highway, why Grandmother, can I sense a powerful energy incase child/spirit and Red Sun in a cocoon. Four hours on the highway heading north, the strength of the cocoon proved too strong for anything outside of cocoon to reach in or imprint any influences on the standard five senses or any of the other numerous sensory senses. Conditions outside the cocoon failed to make any conscious or spiritual sense.

Sometime, around late afternoon, still concerned this road trip was taking me to my death. Thus, forced me to deal with inner-personal survival struggles, and keep what life I can intact. Yet, if not death, this trip is a metamorphosis journey into another realm of life. Why do I say, think, or feel that? What is happening, how long before negative, unpleasant energies and/or prior experiences close to taking total control, is this Elinora attempt with her demonic spirits to end my life. Thank you Tall Standing WhiteBear, White Eagle, and new sacred energies of a Sacred Mother, along with Grandmother M my protector, with strong protection and guardians in play for many season to prevented Elinora from unexpectedly ending my life.

Heading off to bed after dinner, a third set of more intense energies arrives, with strong spiritual energy flooding in, from protective angels, watching over me, until I hope my spirit can reach Grandmother M: entities, energies, besides spirits in a yin-yang battle for my eternal spirit. Regardless of where, a child imagination, wild suspicions, and personal fears, with great violent attacks on my physical form, while others battle for my total eternal spirit on present and future life. The worst case of carsickness ever to claim me, body hurting, migraine headache, hot and cold body changes, all in the spanned of just a few minutes, similar to lights being turned off and on. Food refused to stay with me, the entire time these extreme or unique forces, surrounded me, until Grandmother M could hold me in her embrace, and with her what a spiritual life/light high. Glen Hunter told me before I went to sleep we were heading to Yellowstone where I could be with Grandmother M. Glen Hunter always rented two separate hotel rooms each night, we were on the road. I think because Elinora loved to drink, until she was too drunk to stand up after she returns from the bar, they would go to when they assumed I was asleep.

Second Day: A Journey with and beyond Yellowstone

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Second Day: A Journey with and beyond Yellowstone

How changes began to play out, during the trip to see Grandmother M:

Looking from inside the cocoon out, seeing the world in shades of crystal colors each one extra brilliant inside the cocoon of strong spiritual energy. However, for physical eyes to see into the cocoon, they saw a child, but for spirit to look-in their visions were blocked, they might have been able to sense something, but their telepathic connections or communications a powerful energy blocked. Grandmother M, in conjunction with Mother Earth, the Sacred Ones, Sacred Medicine Elders and our spiritual guardians, are among the many to invoke the Autocatalysis talents from Yellowstone, each one added to the influences in numerous ways, f the first day, once the rubber of the family’s Cadillac turned north onto the highway, heading away from the rural countryside of Riverdale, California, towards Yellowstone/Tetons area.

For a child that had to do everything possible to stay alive, strange conditions arose; which rapidly impacted the total being of Red Sun a.k.a. Buckeye the human lie detector, with new conditions, which summons the child inside a vortex . . . . What is this? What is happening to me, now? Why do I feel strange, my being hurts, many changes and now this new environment tearing at my . . . what is left? Losing . . . part or all of me being, yes, no, terminated, if not what is this that’s overcomes me? I can hear Glen Hunter and Elinora talking . . . but their words are strange sounding. The words they speak I don’t recognize, they speak a strange language. Disconnected, no relation, man cares woman hates. Something says I am not going to die, but I cannot be sure what is and isn’t truth, and who to believe or not believe.

Somewhere in the ticking away of tire miles, on the second day, in the time of strange reversals, my senses realized, what I once believed makes no sense, now. Each thought challenged, and/or reversed, once something or someone studied each life conditioning lesson, opinion, and experiences, is the only way I can explain it. Strange, too, whatever life files, along with pieces of conditions, dreams, or whatever experiences . . . which one whoever deems without value or merit, whoever, quickly casts out, removes or completely erase, I guess by using the rubber along the highway. So much disappearing and erased from my conscious mortal believes.

After lunch on the second day, my spirits lift and want to shine, once I receive communication from Grandmother M, but I was shocked when she told me not to say anything to Elinora or Hunter about what I was experiencing or feeling. Worry not child, I will help you understand, the spiritual autocatalytic connection from within the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, where I am at right now. Yellowstone, and unfamiliar word, (the only thing I observe in place of words in reference to Yellowstone, high mountain, deep canyon, water shooting from the ground, and a high waterfall). Where I sit is the only power sources that possess sacred spiritual ability to cleanse and purify, awaken and reset your personal life truths, sacred history, and agenda. Once she embraces you and you two connect. Right now, she with you to guide you in different ways, which if she finds you worthy, she will be with you throughout your life.

Grandmother M, a very powerful medicine and sacred spiritual mother of the people, this I had known for some time, especially when everyone including clergy respect her for sacred spiritual abilities, in fact most called her a Saint. It is hard to believe how widely known Grandmother M is on both sides of the ocean; and very respected by all who knew, heard her voice, or experienced her spiritual love medicine. Since universal and spiritual love are powerful healing powers. A very powerful medicine woman, who learned hone her skills from Ojibwa Elders in Nebraska, years before the Dusty Bowl closed down the reservation and the tribe moved north. Then in addition to assisting her to hone the skills she was born with, and they were satisfied she would use them a sacred way, they taught her ancient knowledge and skills.

Only a few are pure enough to handle such sacred traditions, medicine, prayers, and how to work with and handle spiritual physics, including sacred ancients power sources; which the ancients had passed down to the most honorable and sacred of medicine elders. The Sacred Ones say you must first learn to use the sacred gifts and skills you were born with to show how well you handle them and if you will use them honorably. Knowledge I know Elinora and her cult sought the knowledge, but they would misuse it and harm many. Elinora lost the right to all the sacred knowledge and medicines, because she failed her childhood tests.

During our spiritual, telepathic communications, I could sense the power in the area she stands in and the extreme sources in power she uses to communicate, more personal than watching a movie, because we are together in real-time we are sharing a very personal connection. The sharing and handling of such extremely sacred medicines require a very powerful medicine person or persons, who understand how to activate the medicine powers, in a positive manner.

Our communications came from within the sacred universal realm, visual abilities to view each other through a telepathic window, which folded the space between us, and made it easy for us to acknowledge and communicate. This becomes the reason child/spirit could get a full view of Grandmother M and sample of environment. Definitely, Yellowstone used her test to ensure she got and kept the right two in telepathic/spiritual communications. WE stood, ojay, I laid, but we appear before each other, yet, behind Elinora and Glean Hunter, while no one else could see or sense our spiritual contact. One most amazing secret proves how oblivious people are to the sacred energies of Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, and our most Sacred Mother Earth. Grandmother M has spent a good amount of time Yellowstone, the last three summers she helped keep the campground clean, now she had been there for several weeks, prior to our car beginning its journey, to carry us to Yellowstone.

This gave her time to gather sacred medicines and herbs in Yellowstone, plus arrangement for our family reunion campsites, this is the first week in June, and they planned the reunion for the 4th of July week-end. Ten family campsites, total, two families planned to spend two-weeks and two other families plan to enjoy five-week vacation, but most only plan to come up for only a few days.

The enigma of why everyone felt compelled to take their family reunion and vacation in Yellowstone, I believe came from knowing grandmother’s strong protective medicine, and a decreed we come together of awakening by the Sacred Ones, Mother Earth, Yellowstone. Spiritual knowledge and secrets Grandmother M understood, but she refused tell anyone, the real importance of this gathering, not just for Red Sun, but others, too. The Sacred spiritual medicine I know is not just for Red Sun, but also many others spiritual guidance and need, not excluding family, friends, and people in need of Grandmother M’s blessings and prayers. I sensed she had many more answers too many questions, but not allowed to reveal, since yes it means, there are always numerous reasons to, why we needed to go to Yellowstone and not go to Yosemite National Park for it has to do with spiritual and universal time. Even though Yosemite sat between; the majority of the families, easier access, less expense and driving time.

Nevertheless, Grandmother M’s awareness caused her to insist in strong terms, we Listen and Obey the Sacred Heart of Earth Mother and meet in Yellowstone: Yellowstone possesses the power to connect and summons, protective powers, thus pointless argue when the Sacred Ones prove they are in control, of what is wanted can be  accomplished and honored. Of course, they also arranged for each family they wanted to in Yellowstone, they ensured each family received the finances, and other supports to arrive in Yellowstone. (Now do you understand why I say what they want they get, or problems will follow, thus one way or another win their way?)

Third Day: On a Journey with and beyond Yellowstone

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Third Day: On a Journey with and beyond Yellowstone

Talking in my semi-comatose state about my fear of Elinora and I know she wants me dead. Every time, she states I should have never been born and how she wish I was dead. Each time she says this she is trying to figure out a new way to accomplish my death.

Glen Hunter:

Why do you feel we are going to take you some place to kill you, I told you we are going to Yellowstone Park . . .

Yellowstone:

Ours is a journey to the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, from within comes a time for learning.

Hearing Glen Hunter’s muffled words, Spirit of Yellowstone instructed me to ask what and why? . . . Hunter what did you say, I am carsick with extremely loud ringing in my ears, it is making it hard hear what you said.

Glen Hunter:

We’re going to Yellowstone Park . . . because of the Korean War: Men/relations are or have been called to active duty, thus our businesses sold, belated honeymoons, become emergency actions, and our families required a quick operation for gathering all our relations in a rather large family reunion, just in case . . . . We are heading to a designated place designed to accommodate a rapidly growing family gathering of plains and western relations.

Most relations and family members have been in receipt of dreams instructing us to gather in Yellowstone: since most plains and west coast male relations, (18 through 40 years)  it now appears are or will called up to active duty. . . . How can I explain this to you so you will understand?

After all of us conferred with your Grandmother M, all the family units after many conversations realized it was extremely important, to have a family reunion, before husbands, brothers and sons receive orders to ship out to war. To give . . . many families, including ours, have to move to other parts of the country . . . to give . . . peace of mind to the men in combat, for one thing, while this Military Action separate men from their families.

Elinora hisses with her spiteful serpent tongue, which she uses to undermine and hurt she aimed at Hunter in hopes of controlling him:

It only an excuse, 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. This man is convinced he will not return home on his feet, if he is able to return home at all. However, he will not be happy until he plants us in the middle farm country, slopping hogs, and chasing chickens. I’m a city woman not a farm drudge, if he wanted a farm slave he should have married one. If anything happens to him I will sell the farm and disappear.

Red Sun:

I wanted to tell her, but only mentally injected: I think that’s a lot of hogwash going on in your head, he’s not going to die in Korea. You will get use to Kentucky and if you don’t, you will find a ways to make all of our lives miserable. Am not sure which persona was in charge of Elinora the last couple of days, but I do know she has at least three different ones and one very red eye demonic demon, which appears to be a very Demonic Satan. I think I was trying to give someone else a heads-up

Glen Hunter:

Elinora, you knew who and what you were marrying when you married me.

Yellowstone:

Red Sun, the woman’s behavior is one of the exact reasons, among others you cannot identify or give her any reason to know you are in communications with us, no one except your Grandmother M can know. Please, try to accept it will be harmful for all if you say anything right now. In the Sacred Father Creator’s time, after we come together, we will help you understand once you have the strength to come together.

Glen Hunter:

Yellowstone’s summons through her song, which has become a much deeper itch, haunting the spirits, of the ones the Sacred Ones have chosen among the relations of Grandmother M, thus Yellowstone’s spirit refuses to let go . . . we searched for possibility other places, but when all is said and done, all vacation spots turned into black holes, from the oceans of San Diego, including 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: visions said life would fail if not Yellowstone and men would die. Elinora’s face continued to get redder with anger the more Glen Hunter spoke and accepted the song of Yellowstone and Mother M.

Sharp chuckle fills the car, when we observed Elinora’s facial reaction to Glen Hunter’s reason for our journey and vacation in Yellowstone. Who was with me I am not sure, yet I hear a quick laughing breeze, which causes me to chuckle, too, the minute it whips around the car.

Elinora:

Ah, bulls – t! Yellowstone visions of cr_b, mother is filling everyone with garbage. (The hissing of venomous hate hung on every word; if she was a rattlesnake with that much venom everyone around her would be dead.) Whose visions, not mine, and why? Visions said, you don’t say. Now for some reason, all of our relations and family; suddenly seem to receive plenty of @#*%, except me, I am better than the rest of you people and I received nothing about Yellowstone, except stay away and go to Vegas. Now you tell me, if you can? What is the reason and why is it all fire important to be in a certain place of dirt? Dirt is dirt and so it shouldn’t make any difference where one sets up camp in dirt. Now Red Sun I ask you if it makes any sense for everyone to meet in Yellowstone, a place of nothing more than dirt, gas, hot waters, bugs, and wild animals, all of which is of no concern to me, you can all go to H3E double L, as far as, I am concerned.

Glen Hunter ignoring Elinora:

Even when we tried to speak of going any place other than . . . we all got seasickness on land. The way you’re experiencing carsickness now, Yellowstone’s attacked us; even stray thoughts away from her seem to hit us, with a strange violent sickness, which only departed once 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.

Elinora:

Strange, too, how no one’s intuition has been able to interpret Yellowstone’s song, except to say Yellowstone’s song: Why these demands we must accommodated at some camp-p-p g-r-r-r-rounds 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 for our belated honeymoon.

Battle of opinions with words, Glen Hunter:

Notwithstanding, Red Sun you can ignore what she has to say, neither, Elinora’s opinion . . . nor one-single dream released anyone of us from the summons to Yellowstone. All the family relations coming here received numerous recurring Yellowstone dreams, each one challenged us to come and understand the importance of Yellowstone and no place else. Yellowstone refusal to release anyone from her influences helped us understand, she wanted us and once we declared we would answer Yellowstone’s call to come to her.

Yes, she called to us through: dreams, visions, voices, and visitations, in fact, she even enhanced certain individual’s intuition abilities to make sure we listened to her. Matters not, how we tried to break Yellowstone’s haunting, mystical, control, we were under her spell, that old black magic . . . . We contacted Grandmother M, give her our dreams, and impressions, for her to translate: The Creator decrees our families gather at Yellowstone and no place else, if these visions are correct, which haunt our immortal spirits, all will live, however, if we don’t some lives will stop.

Elinora hisses:

That’s some joke Red Sun! . . . Who SAYS your Grandmother M’s voice must always be the final DECISION. Everyone listens to her and yet they all refuse to listen to ME, I have the same powers as your grandmother. In fact, I am more powerful, she worships God, and I worship Satan. He makes sure all of my wishes come true; truth he gives me everything I wanted. God doesn’t do much of anything for anyone.

Red Sun thinking:

Then why are we going to Yellowstone, if he gives you everything you want, can I ask why are we going to Yellowstone and Kentucky? But only voicing: Question: When Grandmother M speaks people really listens to her words, but this you know. Truth, woman! . . . In a soft whisper, Most think you are a joke.

Elinora hears the words and does a rapid backwards lunge, throwing half of her body over the front bench, and sucker punches child in the stomach, thanks goodness this child fat similar a grizzly bear cub. Something I assumed might cause problems, but truth is truth. Elinora behaved in true her form, when anyone suspects, implies, suggests, or possessed knowledge Elinora BE a liar, a con artist or calls her on her behavior, she turns into a pack of ten wolverines on attack. If around sundown or later she would fight until sunup. She enjoyed the power to continue her violence until she gets her way or injures the one who spoke honest words and truths, against her.

Elinora loved to fight until sunup, however, a great deal of the times, she loved to fight so much, she would intentionally start a fight, and for many the number of entities and demons attached to her, she always fought with the strength of ten wolverines. The fight would not end until dawn, no matter how much harm or how many injuries she inflicted on others. She wanted people (women, children) and MEN to think twice about saying anything against her and God help the man and me if the man refused to sleep with her. Elinora was not beneath going after someone with a knife or cracking their head open, which made nights around our dwellings interesting, at least five nights each week. I cannot say house or home, because all the places we lived seem to undergoing continual repairs from Elinora’s violence and destruction. This time I only received a sucker punch, but wait until tonight to see what she will do to me.

Glen Hunter, in his Colonel/ Major and Drill Instructor voice:

Elinora knock it off, Red Sun is only a child, repeating what she has heard from others, where we lived. Red Sun, don’t listen to Elinora, she’s just mad because no one gave into her opinion for our reunion in Vega, she doesn’t care who she sends to the poor house. Then ‘WE the PEOPLE,’ have learned not to dispute Grandmother M’s spoken decrees. Failure to do so is tantamount to suicide: we all have learned regrettable backlashes can and do rise up to slap those in the face who fail to listen . . . not just for a season, either, but can be for a lifetime or many seasons.

Listening to Glen Hunter after the knowledge of what conditions such environments forced me to experience with Elinora’s past and present beliefs, her occult environments, and demonic persona; caused me to question other situations, her behavior invited. Tantamount to inviting chronic reversed situations, his words enlightened answers to why, to why so many problems. Sometimes, we ask questions when it is not time or we lack enough information to comprehend the reality to our questions’ answers or on the flipside we receive answers, but we lack basic knowledge to comprehend, their meaning and purpose.

Still, a knowingness within my spirit realized such  questions set the stage for a new wham of life challenges: a new energy are question activated and summons new journeys and adventures, while we get the impression of now is not the time but soon. Interesting how in a split-second, pieces of information give us the impression we will receive answers in time, except we will not will not receive the answer or know how or when, until the adventures and journeys unfolds before us.

Mental contemplations, is flooded with sensory sensations, spirit is set adrift, but permits curiosity to remain. . . . How much, how often, and what is her involvement with those things trying to end my life, past and now, what a road trip? Mind and spirit, spins and collides with countless questions, conditions, and recurrences or many thoughts. Environment in motion, what is this new energy vortex, which embraces consciousness of child/spirit combined with Red Sun into a state of deep meditation; who is permitting strong connection with eternal spirit to Red Sun for recognition and observation to acknowledge  truths from lies, while promoting child spiritual and mental development. Yes, there is always two sides to the spirit tear, which because of conditions, awaken, enlightened, and permitted Red Sun (eternal spirit), to be a very powerful mentor, in unique ways supplied both child/spirit to excel daily in mental, and universal growth.

Conscious concern reflect-on various happenings and analysis what Glen Hunter referenced prior to new energies turning conscious analyses away from immediate . . . to viewing sacred life, filled with spiritual visions and telepathic communications. It takes some very powerful guardians to protect the total of Red Sun from such darkness. Honest, it must also help knowing what they know, the many plans for the journey meant Grandmother M receiving spiritual visions and inspiration, to honor the Sacred Ones desires. There comes a time is it important to block the path with spirit light and confuse and blind the enemy.

Sacred Spirit of Yellowstone speaks:

We supported and directed Sacred Mother M to arrange for Red Sun to vacation with her in Yellowstone, while Glen Hunter and Elinora disappear on a three-week long belated honeymoon, before the family reunion.

Glen Hunter must have heard what the sacred spirit from Yellowstone said becuse of his statement that followed:

I just realized it is important for child/spirit/Red Sun to be alone with Grandmother M, strange but I just realized Yellowstone is a sacred land and maybe  . . . just maybe. . . . He realizes the importance of silence.

[Universal Spirit Language: When I use names, during the course of spirit/spiritual communications, much of the conversation are transmitted in pictures and imaginary thought-forms, not spoken English or the way we communicate verbally. It is important to understand the following used more pictures, imaginary thought-forms, or pictures combined with action, all of which gave the impression of verbal interactive conversation, but is what one can correctly refer. . . universal language. The pictures and interactive imaginary guardians and those communicating in spiritual communication relay in interactivity visual actions in various ways to get their messages across, similar to the way we see things portrayed in movies, but on a much grander scale—to ensure interactive comprehension.]

Before I could hear anything else from Glen Hunter or Elinora the full strength of the vortex comes and in a zap, summons, and takes all within the cocoon, along with guardians and protectors to take an interactive part in a sequence of interesting, wonderful, relative spirit journeys, including sensory pictorial communication combined with intensified visions:

Afterwards (reference after the family accepted Yellowstone) . . . We (several guardians standing together) told  Grandmother M (picture of Grandmother M) to talk to Glen Hunter, (picture of Glen Hunter), and insist, (picture of Elinora) Elinora spend a couple of weeks around her mother, it is important Red Sun spend time with her (guardian) Grandmother M and Elinora together. We explained the importance of/for all vacationers to include only a certain part of their vacations experiences in Yellowstone, during a certain week in your time for then we will connect and come together with everyone in Yellowstone. Sacred Truth, it is important for Grandmother M, the Sacred Ones, and one grandchild Red Sun to connect with Yellowstone. Truth, our only way to get the child/Red Sun here, and because they accept, their guardians and others Sacred Ones will do all we can to bring family members home safe from combat.

Moreover Elinora is determined the three of you will spend time with a few other of her family members including your Grandfather M, who did not get the summons. [Grandmother and Grandfather M were divorced.] After Yellowstone you will spend a couple of week in and around the Fresno area, before heading east, you will have two other stops, one of, which will allows Elinora to tell family/cult members . . . SHE/we will miss you, but WE have to leave. Child, know this, you are not to go with her for any reason, even if we have to make you sick that day, you will not go.

One very important message and concern all must heed . . . Red Sun remember you cannot and should not . . . for any reason . . . return to the house in Riverdale or communicate with anyone outside your family, except when you stand by your Grandmother M’s side. We have explained to Sacred Mother M it is of upmost importance for her to convince Hunter and Elinora to leave little Red Sun with her or her son and his family, or even better keep you with her while they pack up everything in Riverdale, finish closing the Chevy Dealership sale, and pay off all their debts, before they (car traveling along lines on a map) head out to Kentucky, (picture of family in Kentucky) with money in hand.

This portion I could not be sure if they were speaking directly to me, or Grandmother M, and me, and/or among themselves:

It is important to get Elinora out of California and away from the Satanic Cult, she is involved in, especially, if  we are to keep Red Sun alive, until Red Sun is strong enough to survive Elinora’s attacks. Critical: All things involving Red Sun/child, need cleansing, healed, awaken, and reawaken before Red Sun/child, leaves on their journey to Kentucky, it is going to be too late to get her to the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, and in the medicine circle of Yellowstone, if you wait until she is older.

This is what we showed Grandmother M and now you. You can speak with her and ask what she saw, to confirm what we say, for you know her visions prove 99.9% to 100% accurate. She is very good that way at hearing, seeing, and reading visions. Perhaps on occasion she might be off on the color of the clothes one wears or the exact minute of day and temperature, yet everything else of great importance to the message she interprets precisely.

WE revealed to Grandmother M the importance of and why we are taking you into realm of absolute death and hold you on the brink for a few days to erase and remove all that, which does not belong since you, have been in much danger. Those things she heard on her bed at night were demonic tricksters of negativity and deception might take you down the wrong path. (They showed me pictures of hiding from these dark deformed animals with horns and scales trying to pull us down a very dark path.). Past and future events, in time and across space along with potential conditions have demonstrated why the Sacred Ones have decreed we must connect the earthly form child with eternal spirit Red Sun, now.

In fact, there is great urgency to awaken, and join the two. It is important the two recognize together their sacredness, spiritual abilities, universal communications, connection with, and power to channel sacred messages through combined eternal oneness, Combined oneness will take each on many great journeys, even greater experiences and knowledge gained. Together the protection is strong, allowing each to experience many great adventures with your guides and all the Sacred Ones for starters.

[Yes, it was hard to tell if this is/was within a here and now vision or an observer witnessing recall events between Grandmother M, et al. Very ironic how Grandmother M, one of light, became the biological mother of Elinora, one of darkness. Time travellers inside a transport vortex, carried us to various places, which helped us to experience and absorb, so much insight and unique knowledge via observations, interaction, sensory, visual, vocal, and telepathic transmissions.]

Elinora a child born of light, but taken over and possessed by a legion of demonic entities, which started when she was very young, in her early childhood she could never get enough attention, she wanted people to love her more than they loved her mother. A child deceived into believing she was the most important person in the world, which all people should bow down to and accept as their Goddess. She wanted people to see her as a Goddess, more powerful in all ways than her mother. Resentment, and jealousy, turned into deep hatred towards anyone that received her mother’s attention, or showed her mother respect. This is why you are an enemy in her eyes, because of your love and respect for your Grandmother M. It upset Elinora that her mother, your guardian, and you share a sacred spiritual love between each other, and she has taught you things she refused to teach her own daughter, but you can learn sacred truths and important insight into the differences, of light and dark, since you are not of her blood.

Grandmother M born Ojibwa and raised with a German family, whose bloodline and religious believes she too discovered , had always been devote Devil Worshippers, and direct descendants, of those that created the death ovens, designed to and did end more than a million human lives . . . . Lives the Germans considered neither worthy, nor equal to them, since Germany declared they were the Superior Race and all others races inferior. In time you will witness what happen to those that do worship and walk in darkness.

Elinora has been deceived into believing her mother‘s bloodline is German and her father was Cherokee. Her uncle a spy and devote Neo-Nazi Satanist, played on her jealousy and anger, inasmuch as he had unhealthy desires for Elinora, when she was a young girl of nine years. He took Elinora every place he could and invited Elinora to Neo-Nazi meetings, where they gave her even more of the attention she required, and they accepted and encouraged her violence, which inspired her to join the cult and organization.

One important fact for you to remember, and the truth, behind the German uncle behavior, he possessed a strong envious craving towards Grandmother M abilities and hated her, since she was not German, but an Ojibwa woman many respected, and his dreams have always directed him in different ways to destroy your Grandmother M.

The satanic cult members hoped to influence and use Elinora against Grandmother M, knowing Grandmother M’s extensive spiritual, and medicine powers, they were hoping to take control of the Sacred Mother and her abilities, They tried often to made deals with the Sacred Mother M to get her to give them her powers and they have tried to blackmail her numerous times. One more reason uncle got Elinora involved in their Neo-Nazi Satanic Cult Movement. Elinora did not disappoint the cult. In fact, in a very short time her involvement in the Satanic Cult turned her into one who is hard to explain, in a few short paragraphs, but she earned the status Satanic High Goddess, the bride of Satan.

Know this you are protected, but she killed her first born and the cult plots to turn you into the one that follow in Elinora’s footsteps, since they have been shown your future abilities, but they need to get you to develop deep hatreds, disbelieve and mistrust Grandmother M, which is the only way they can see will get you to worship Satan. For now you are semi-safe, but if Elinora is not able to accomplish both, by your tenth year, then they will allow her to the physical life of Red Sun. We have to make sure your strength and abilities are strong by then.

Based on Elinora’s deep jealousy and resentment, of the strong bond and relationship between you and her mother, can spell dangerous conditions ahead. You have received strong guardianship and protection by the one who rescued child and Red Sun from many deaths. She saved you child even when not in sight, she even helped rescue you from death by train and a few other attempts made by Elinora. In fact, conditions will require her protection and healings during more than a few occasions, to come. It was and is important she hid Red Sun away from those that feared the birth of Red Sun, and the cult has received instructions to possess and turn Red Sun. In some ways you are still dealing with the same forces that challenge you and seek your death.

New vortex carries us on a unique spirit walk and visitation sitting in a Longhouse lodge with Spiritual Guardians:

Do you remember, even before your ability of speech? Before birth you received the gift of spiritual knowledge and recognition of sacred difference, and walk in two universes before the tear and separation, it is important you two belong together. One cannot survive without the other, for you are more than one body and one sacred eternal spirit of Red Sun, who has returned to this world for a sacred purpose: Know this you are here to help save the thousands of sacred children, in truth, many thousands of the children will be lost and thousands more perish needlessly without Red Sun.

This information is to help make sure you learn, you need to understand you can gain knowledge in rather unique ways. The first time Elinora, attempted to kill you, by leaving your lifeless in the bathtub, before your second cycle, we held you and help you learn special sacred universal knowledge, until Grandmother M rescued you. Yes, it is important for you to understand, how you could be one and yet two spiritual beings together, but with the drowning a tear happened, but the biggest separation occurred on the railroad track, and then later on that night she tried to smother you, to waken you and for others to attach and worm their way in.

These in addition to a few other factors makes it urgent and critical we cleanse, mend, heal, awaken, renew, and reawaken DNA, physical child with psychic physics, Intellectual/Universal/Spiritual to Quantum Physics and Eternal Being of Life and Light bringing them all together from past to present and into the future. Now do you understand you need us to mean that which has been under attack, torn, and almost completely separated, if that happens neither will survive and thousands will be lost, we must mend soon or neither will survive? If one is lost, both will die, and then many thousands will be lost and perish needlessly.

It is important you and your sacred spirit remember how you shared a strong spiritual connection with valuable, sacred abilities to sense, see, hear, observe, and witness the deceptions of negative influences. Together you have the gift to a summons forth sacred awareness, and develop stronger knowingness of life and events, while you can gain and enrich knowledge of negative, dark, demonic entities; which some want to control and/or destroy while they control and possess your spirit; however, know this because of certain gifts unique . . . also means one uncommon struggle for spiritual survival. Most of the dark demonic and/or disembodied creatures’ attacks on you came from, orchestrated, and choreographed, by those who worship Satan, controlled by demonic forces, of as Elinora the demons of darkness have the ability to compel people to do things they might not do otherwise. You can find them anywhere not just involved in Satanic Cults, in reality it means, get to know the spirit-heart of, observe behavior, and know their words, in time you will understand.

Secret, many of these disembodied creatures love to relive life on a more destructive level, and this they might be able to accomplish if they connect to a child , and maybe in time they can become walk-ins once they discover how they can weaken and destroy the spirit of the innocent child. The sacred spirit of a child is a hundred times stronger and wiser than most people realize. Such connections can give demons a direct line to the Sacred Ones, in a destructive way. Know anger and depression can be harmful and weaken ones defenses. Notes this journey to Yellowstone, has many purposes, including our sacred abilities and skills to cleanse, we can assist you to remove all the hatred, dissolve satanic cult influences, dislodge disembodied entities, which then allows reprograming for healthier life and spiritual development. WE then can take the negative, demonic, and disembodied away and send them to where they need to go to earn another chance to return and earn their right to transcend.

If similar attempts to kill, fail to kill, they can weaken ones spirit, cause spirit-heart and other types of interference, which can cause one to accept negative subconscious programming. Thus, this among several others reasons they challenged Elinora to cause your spiritual death, too many demons, disembodied entities, and tricksters, enjoy Elinora’s drinking and sexually affairs. Some sought new bodies for walk-in dominance, one more reason. First they need to weaken before they can gain negative influences on the child’s mind, thus they can weaken more and more, in their attempts to separate a child from eternal spirit; which then gives them a pathway to get rid of or dominate the child’s soul and thus they have an opening to begin their walk-in. Sacred Truth, Elinora’s spirit is flooded with—negative energy, under dangerous psychic influences; know each entity wants to possess another’s form, they seek those with spiritual abilities, which you will in time understand.

Thus in many ways and for many reasons this journey goes beyond serious or critical, it is the journey for survival by the numbers Know Yellowstone’s sacred medicine power, has moved into action to remove and discard the ones not of the Sacred Spirit of Eternal Light of Life and Love while you are on the road, and much has been happening before you arrive at your grandmother’s camp site, to block them from discovering you and they will not return with Elinora either.

Sundown feels closer in the mountains and Elinora was showing signs of withdrawal, and breaking out in sweats, she no long desired but was in physical need of her liquor, which meant it had become urgent for us to stop at a hotel with a cocktail lounge or one close by one. Food was not important to Elinora, when she was in this state of mind. Hunter stopped at a hotel with a cocktail lounge, and Elinora disappeared until after she finished her second drink. Time to get dressed for dinner, but I was too sick to leave the room. They went downstairs and Hunter brought me back cheeseburger and fresh fruit.

Carsickness has was one thing, but not the real reason for my intense motion sickness, this came from the vortex travel, physical body, guardian protection, keeps body functions active, but not good for supporting, the functions of walk, talk and/or eat, only for laying down in a semi-conscious state. Throughout the entire night, child consciousness, and Red Sun eternal spirit enjoyed taking journeys in the travellers’ vortex, with guardians and spiritual elders. Flight without an airplane, able to sense and communicate with life and the universe on many new and wonderful levels, while sensory abilities were able to recognize, analysis, and communicate with a beautiful and wondrous universe. Universal language, telepathic communications, and absorption of elements and environments, who can say this universe is not alive and living, need to take a sacred spiritual flight..

Fourth Day: Embraced by Yellowstone and Beyond

Yellowstone Powerful Autocatalysis Instructor …. Chapter One

Fourth Day: Embraced by Yellowstone and Beyond

Sunup the fourth day, we had been taking journeys all through the night, however, I learned there were a few more introduction journeys, before we arrived at Grandmother M’s campsite.. Breakfast time, and for a child that loved food, this morning was much different, the guardian of the child, requires only light to rebuild energy, thus he/she had no desire for food, but had learned to walk and talk some. Vortex journeys continued until a little after mid-afternoon around the time Glen Hunter shouts: Red Sun, we will be in Yellowstone soon, we are over halfway across the Teton Mountain Range, which is actually part of Yellowstone, too.

Just before he shouted the energy fields and patterns connected to our journey in the vortex, began our return travel. Time for child to return to physical body, with the help of the guardian it was easy to connect, rebalance, and take over heart beat for proper circulation and come back from the journey. Interesting, spiritual energy and vortex travel assistance, helped to return all to the point, in earth time, just before the calling of my name.

This vortex travel helped me return with a sense of rejuvenation, restored strength, along with new comprehension, enlightenment, and spiritual connectivity ability. Yes, we were only a few hours away from Grandmother M. Although, physical, psychological, psychic functions, spiritual energy, and strength, combined with renewed inspirational intuition, enlightenment, and excitement meant it could not come soon enough, for me. Inasmuch as the closer the car with us in it, got to Yellowstone the more apprehensive and violent Elinora’s behavior becomes. Bearing in mind, too, poor, Elinora had to actually eat her breakfast, instead of drink it, withdrawals maybe, or habit, no matter either way, booze had once again become the only thing on her mind, which began showing soon after breakfast. Now being so close meant time the time had arrived in Elinora’s mind to make Hunter and Red Sun’s life a living hell, by starting another of her verbally abusive, fights, with a punch or two thrown in from time to time arguments and because she could knowing Hunter would not do anything while he was driving.

Elinora starts her argument by shouting venomous filled comments: Red Sun, we sure are going out of our way for you, I will be glad when we get you to your Grandmother M in Yellowstone. Hunter will not let me have even one drink; until after we get rid of you. You are nothing but trouble; in fact you should have never been born. This world would be better off without you; you are a stone around my neck. For the next eight-five miles Glen Hunter and Elinora did nothing, but argue. While Elinora tried to drag me in to the middle of their fights any which way she could. Even shouting at me to hit Glen Hunter for her, that had me confused and I refused to hit him, so she hit me.

Speaking to unseen guardians:

Great I lack energy to deal with Elinora. Yes, I feel somewhat stronger with life returning, nonetheless, I still lack real strength to say or do much. It is dangerous if Elinora starts hitting one Hunter, hoping to force him to stop at a liquor store and get her a bottle of booze and mix. She finished the two bottles he got her last night, after she returned to the hotel and all the drinks she had before and after dinner. Darn, either way drinking and/or lack thereof can make people mean, people that drink will do anything they can to get drunk. No one wins, when she wants a bottle or when she is drunk, the more she drinks the greater dangers, the greater the violence, from dangerous mean to meaner and deadly. She is vicious when she isn’t drinking, with her; no one can win, and you never know which personality is going to come awake, either. One wrong word has all too often caused an all-out battle and accident, she goes crazy, Grandmother M help me I am afraid with the way she is behaving.

Grandmother M transmits all-embracing telepathic communications: Red Sun can you hear me?

Red Sun: Coming in very loud and strong. Wow, I can feel you Grandmother M; you are coming in about the size of a mountain, can you hear me, it is strange, here and dangerous, about the time I start to recover, Elinora’s spirit starts growing uncomfortable and turning darker. Overpowered by carsickness, on the verge of dead, incased in lights and lost in a cocoon, the worse I felt the more she sang. All things move, and changed, when I could not speak, she sang. Now some light and enlightenment touching all and we are listening to more dark hearted venomous hatred and selfish greed. See-Saw effect, new energies begins, carsickness receding, physical and spiritual receiving life energizing energy and strength. Abilities are beginning to awaken, each mile closer to Yellowstone, and you grandmother. The same time I can sense demons trying to communicate with her and the area around here is blocking them, and light is touching her.

Grandmother M: Secrets on both sides, hear me, do not . . . I am serious . . . do not say a word of what I am telling you, or let on you and I are communicating. Very important for you to understand, definitely say not a word to Elinora about anything you have experienced on the journey here. It is important you say nothing, in time you will understand why, after you get here. Although truth of reality suggests, Red Sun you are linked to Yellowstone, which began many days back across time., to keep you save, Sweetheart, she has taken you to her heart and introduced each of us to far-reaching, wonderful autocatalysis influences. Relax my child, accept her blessings and love, she has many gifts to give you, and blessing for you to receive, but remember  for your protection say nothing to Elinora or Hunter.

One guardian implies: On the other hand, child time seems to necessitate, full comprehension, awareness, acceptance, and absorption for awakening. You will be with us for a couple of weeks, providing you the opportunity to visit Yellowstone with your Grandmother M. Your time for your spirit-heart and mind too open, a time when you will find strange, amazing, and mysterious, filled with many new and magnificent presentation by Mother Earth, Yellowstone, the Sacred Ones and of course Grandmother M will surprise you, but for your protection hold your tongue.

Inside Yellowstone National Park

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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

RedSun/SunHawk Life Adventures

February 2011

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

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.
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“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.

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Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

By
Michelle EagleHawk

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The Quest No Turning Back

The Quest No Turning Back                                                                Opening

Yellowstone Powerful Autocatalysis Embrace

Sacred Heart of Mother Earth

No Turning Back

Several decades later, it’s still incredible . . .  how Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth and Yellowstone National Park became an awkening, to the most sacred and powerful Autocatalysis Spirit and Energy; which can influence certain varied personas, individuals, and friends, or certain family members, in addition to certain ones who work in or around her. Strange how five people can walk together in Yellowstone, and only one will she embrace, leaving most blind to and with no comprehension of what life changing adventures, others experience or are experiencing. Only after such an embrace, living through unique adventures and spiritual journeys with Yellowstone’s help, can we realize the reasons and truth of her sacred embrace within all our experiences.

Sacred Yellowstone the life maker and/or life breaker, I wonder how many people comprehend the real scope of all your sacred medicine power filled gifts, or the uniqueness of your sacred heart’s enormous spirit? Do people understand, how much of an autocatalysis you can become and/or became in their lives, too, I fear not many, but if I ask, you, will they remember and answer?

In Yellowstone, events seemly unrelated can connect, contribute to, and teach, unique truths, and awaken spiritual abilities by infusion of wondrous truths into individual total beings of life and spirit? Yes, hundreds may come to you and not experience or see anything of your sacred spirit or powers; while others, your embrace treats to fantastic autocatalytic life components full of interactive activities . . . and/or because of said experience connections; each awakens to his/her true life’s direction, via your extraordinary interventions. Once awaken, each one soon realizes his/her new direction, is the direction from which there can be . . . no turning back, for his/her total oneness is awaken and aware of his/her true direction once his/her sacred eternal spirit experiences its own atonement.

Yellowstone, one of your miraculous skills is the gift to awaken spirits lost on multi-dimensions, across space without time, in addition to your unusual talent and presentation with unrelated, far-flung influential events. Dreams, visions, sensory explorations and many other adventures one assumes has no purpose and/or maybe something one choices not to experience again, but each individual soon realizes, they were not far-flung, painful or unrealistic, experiences, but each one is presented to actually influence ones involvement in his/her life for a lifetime, since Yellowstone can also be a great healer. It is important for all to realize you hold wonderful stimuli over this world, since you possess an amazing connection with all of life, which includes (among a few of the most powerful) Nature, Mother Earth, the Sacred Ones, and our sacred universe.

Extraordinary, mysterious and magnificent are word that can only starts to profile how your wisdom and universal connection puts those you chose to embrace, in contact with essential, valuable, knowledge, at his/her time of necessity, with unique forms of communication, which influences, and awakens, past, present and future, awareness within your embraces. The sacred heart embrace, in truth, becomes many pebbles in ones water of life, inasmuch as, the sacred heart continues to reach out and touch many lives, in much the same way you have with me, throughout our continual connection and sacred journey together. Question, I ask only because I wonder, how many thousands upon thousands of lives have you embraced and supported, across space and our universe, unbeknownst to them.

Nevertheless, most who visit you—Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth—assume you are nothing more than Yellowstone the National Park a place for a honeymoon, vacation, exploration, and on occasion a family reunion, and few have expectation beyond that, although some do consider you to have spiritual powers, but only a few, and a fewer still receive the pleasure of your sacred embrace, and spiritual guidance.

Now if one ask the Ancients, Sacred Chiefs, Spiritual/Medicine Leaders and Grandmother M about the ancient secrets of Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, and if they are willing to pass on such ancient knowledge, you might learn some amazing secrets. Moreover, if you are honorable enough you might be lucky enough to learn how to invoke the ancient connections. My sacred guardian and mentor, Grandmother M was one of only a handful Sacred Elders, to receive the ancient teachings regarding Yellowstone’s undeniable ancient secrets of her sacred spirit, her phenomenal connections, multi-dimensional communications, and universe to universal awareness, all of which across universal space reaching far beyond our time. Yellowstone and our Sacred Mother allowed many to observe and learn from their sacred teachings, in unique ways, but none should assume they know either, completely, because both are tricksters.

The Sacred Heart has the ability to control the most sacred of energies, life forces, medicines and deal with powerful physics; which she uses to provide amazing concepts for the formation of new revised blueprints to one’s life meaning, while resetting objectives and instating subtle changes to ones way of life, in addition, to embracing others they might set the course corrections of some for humanities survival, which is also at stake.

Grandmother M, one very sacred medicine woman, yes, a sacred saint, healer, teacher, guardian, guide and so much more, in addition to her very sacred spiritual abilities, ancient wisdom, with universal connections, she meant so much to so many, was on a mission to save my moral soul and eternal spirit, among other things. Millions of people considered her Saint M, Sacred Mother M, Sainted Mother M, Sacred Grandmother M, and a very powerful Sacred Guardian Mother M of the People, Sacred Spiritual Messenger and Guardian; to all she was one uniquely powerful medicine woman, with great healing powers and abilities. Her spirit is why the Sacred Spiritual Leaders and Medicine Elders decided to share so many ancient secrets with her.

I have heard it said, the best way one can learn about a person is through the eyes of others, and I for one fully agree, this saying is true, not only for Yellowstone, but for Grandmother M, which I learned through the eyes of hundreds of people during our many journeys together, people needed to share their love of Grandmother M with me and others. Amazing too, how these connections involve sacred hearts and eyes of many guardians and spiritual guides, awareness of the spiritual life of nature and countless people, I began to learn numerous sacred truths full of wondrous knowledge few recognize and fewer appreciate.

In truth, during our journeys together, with Yellowstone and Grandmother M, I soon awaken to one important truth . . . all of life is a vast learning experience. Yellowstone’s original embrace of a small child begins when Grandmother M’s prayers stimulates the Sacred Mothers who are Guardians of the People to honor her prayers. Next, the Sacred Mothers contacted the Sacred Ones, they all connected with our Sacred Mother Earth, and soon thereafter, and our first of many adventures together begins.

The journey, which introduces the child to Yellowstone and Yellowstone to the child, begins with a world in national crisis, families in crisis, and a child’s identity and spiritual life moreover in universal style crisis, too. The strange combination of events is what necessities a family reunion, leaving no one to assume any hidden agendas. That is except Grandmother M who knows the secrets of what must remain hidden within the Sacred Ones secret agendas, which meant our attendance they require in Yellowstone the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, who is the autocatalytic power source of universal abilities, influences, and wisdom, filled with components via interactive events to awaken and teach the ones embraced. Maybe in prior time Yellowstone embraced Grandmother M, and the reason she was fully aware of what might happen to Red Sun, and the only one aware of the autocatalysis components, (family relations, outside of indigenous native members, were and are real spiritually brain-dead and insensitive), to the contrary to what they wanted everyone to believe about them.

Not and easy journey for one child only partway alive, lost and close to the edge of lost and of falling into the pit of the living lost souls, walking dead. From experience I speak, experiencing the sacred hearts direction depends on individual spiritual needs to insure successful life journeys, into sacred spiritual realms of awareness, filled with incalculable Autocatalysis Awakenings, and universal knowledge. Interesting, how an adventure with Yellowstone’s embrace begins a lifetime of unique traditional influences into a journey of enhanced spiritual knowledge and enlightenment.

Many were trying to insure I lived my life out, walking among the walking dead, thus prevent me from fulfilling my prime directive and walk by life’s sacred path: Instead, Yellowstone and other sacred ones wanted to insure child and spirit awaken to and walk the sacred journey of one whose life will prove important to thousands upon thousands of lives. Yet, for the lack of child body in balance with to sacred spirit of Red Sun, how many thousands will perish needlessly? Reality’s truth, meant lost, without the embrace of Yellowstone, the support of Grandmother M and the Sacred Ones; thousands upon thousands of lives will perish and thousands more will be lost forever.

A treasure of sacred wisdom, across space and time, Yellowstone embraces/embraced countless students for various reasons, this I know because she embraces one student from childhood across many decades and still today, we are in communication and connected with one another. The child lost without her spirit, is obvious to the fact neither can exists much longer without a complete reunion and rejoining to our current life form with eternal spirit . . . which in whole not in part is Red Sun. In truth, Grandmother M realizes the truth about the causes of our disconnection, and the problems that lay ahead if not completely connected. However, we both must desire this sacred life/spirit union, before we can reunite, and to ensure success Grandmother M realizes, Yellowstone will need to embrace her, the child lost and the eternal spirit, if Red Sun is to live. Unsure of the when the next attack might come, the eternal spirit felt both would be helpless, if another attack happens and they are but one.

Yes, Yellowstone your embrace began the transformation of child living with, but separate, from spirit, into the spirit/child, but only after a number of adventures, which contains a series of Yellowstone’s secret formulas, calculated to transport, awaken, rescue and transform the lost into Red Sun, a spirit child, found. Awakening, both child and spirit to comprehend the value of togetherness, meant rational realization of our prime objectives and primary directive . . . Save the Children. Objective: make sure the children don’t perish needlessly; it meant we needed to die to live. I am glad Yellowstone, you and Grandmother M prove wish and loving enough to take us on the most sacred of spiritual journeys.

A battle of child and spirit had been raging for some time, which required the joining of healing powers, knowledge, and skills, to battle that which sought to control and own both. The combination of Sacred Elders with Yellowstone are what guides and makes spirit/child real life possible, when we see truths within, we realize and learn many spiritual values, awakenings lessons, and enlightenment, each taking us in the direction of the sacred light. Once within the sacred light, Yellowstone and the Sacred Ones reveal the ancient secrets of universal consciousness and our relationship: In truth, no amount of words could help one accomplish, what you accomplish wisely with your embrace. Hard to explain, for another to understand, how your embrace becomes the shooting star of vast recognition into one’s real spiritual life journey, and sacredness of purpose.

Yellowstone of this I speak, I know because our introduction when I was only a small child. . . I am Red Sun, one who knows without your embrace filled with numerous inspirational presentations, life awakening experiences and spiritual connections. After which you present even more of your powerful unique autocatalytic energies with journeys in the sacred universe exploring sacred knowledge with various life-correcting adventures. We travel together, while you introduced me to parts of your infinities of accumulated knowledge and wisdom of the sagas, within your spiritual embrace.

Why? What was involved in all the reasoning behind massive spiritual activities, extreme life comprehension changes, new energies, and strange rapid-fire events, all of which involved spiritual and physical analysis of every events and thought-form? Numerous energies I could not identify or comprehend began touching me in less than twenty minutes once the family car turned north for our journey to the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth. It was hard to understand why it was of the upmost importance, to accomplish r a total cleansing, before you would allow me to stand within and on your ground of your sacred heart. Truth, I cannot say or guesstimate, all that happened during the hours and days it took to travel to and arrive in your land, but I am glad Grandmother M realized, if one stand within the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth, and hold the child of her prayers within her heart, our distance in miles, is only a heartbeat of two across spiritual space, to the child in need of rescuing, again and again she saves me, once we connect in space, the purpose for the spiritual journey intensifies.

Hard to understand why it is time to die, before you can live, if you are to accept your new birth in a sacred way. Strange how at first fear refused to accept or understand your intense touch, your power, actually unique journeys, or the necessity of spirit changes, neither Red Sun nor child in control, for a time I assumed the entire series of events was a booby-trap to kill me. The ancient knowledge you used to repair, awaken to reconnect one eternal spirit, rescue one child lost and save thousands of lives, for starters can be very overwhelming. Yellowstone, healings and recovery requires patience of mind, heart, and spirit to understand and absorb, information required to take anyone on their eternal spirit recovery and life awareness journey; however, at first I had no patience, or acceptance beyond fear and certainty of death.

Sacred Heart of Mother Earth Yellowstone, what happened between you and I (Red Sun) validated, to those involved, you’re a major majestic power source of spiritual energy, universal knowledge and brilliant lessons, which demonstrates Yellowstone a powerful and sacred life, which has proven she is one of the most noteworthy autocatalysis instrument with infinite talents, and abilities, in addition to one of the Sacred Ones and Mother Earth’s, sacred children.

The instrument Grandmother M realizes holds the skills and answers to reverse and reset knowledge to validate the total being of Red Sun via purification, decontamination, revaluation, redirection, reconnection, and spiritual conditioning into her sacred spiritual life journey. Life journey to cast off the unwanted begins with direction and guidance from the Sacred Mothers, Grandmother M, Mother Earth, and the Sacred Ones, which requires Yellowstone to intensify with her Sacred Heart.

Yellowstone, we acknowledge your awareness of infinite universal truths. Incredible how you can carry (your children and students) each one beyond imagination, beyond awakening windows, beyond doorways into the next universe and beyond ones current present, traversing time in space and space travel refracting time forward and backwards; to reveal ones possible present and future if one travels the wrong path. The Sacred Ones reveal yin-yang paths in spiritual context of the four-directions, coupled with pieces of present and future, all the while visiting conditions, which allows one to accept life in full from his/her out of balance or his/her sacred in-balance life path. Some of the visions show the time has come to know which life style he/she want to feed and a time to face one’s self within.

Sacred Yellowstone comes an allow one to experience living visions, within spiritual connections, on perplexing journeys to discover sacred truths, regarding one’s life journey. Across time, no we travel across segments of life achievements and objectives; each one outlines the way each individual travels across his/her spiritual universe, which is in spiritual space considering individual life’s journey is not marked in hours, days, weeks, months or years only accomplishments. Yes, within Yellowstone’s powerful embrace she delivers life’s sacred truths, which leads to life’s turning point for the accomplishment of his/her sacred life achievement, objectives, and journeys.

Cause and affects are true autocatalysis components: once orientation solidifies, within the spirit heart of those you embrace and connect with and all of . . . slowly comes to realize he/she are different individuals. Nevertheless, because of conditions in opposition . . . during a journey of three and three-forth days, Red Sun of three cycles and three seasons, faced her dilemma of getting there alive; dealing with forces opposed, to survival, inner-personal struggles, spiritual battles, and strange conditions besieging, the child’s entire journey, combined with some type of a cocoon; before you could embrace and help Red Sun discover and rediscover, Red Sun. Interesting, how the road trip took the same amount of days and hours equal to cycle and seasons old. Many questions seek answers and throughout the entire journey, I continue to wonder was it a coincidence or some massive spirit battle.

It truth, it was the most terrorizing top five rides, I have ever been through and not sure from minute-to-minute what might or will happen next, and yes death was standing with me, too. Heart, mind and body questions why so much really needed dealt with during the road trip. Who was involved before our encounter or was it the beginning of our embrace, and universal and spiritual encounter. Not knowing the Sacred Heart of Mother Earth or the unique powers of Yellowstone, only fear filled with uncertainty and extreme loses. Could it have been certain parts of the sacred embrace, which began with observations of family environments before the journey began, I do  agree you had you work cut out for you to pull together an out of control environment, lost child in chaotic conditions.

At the beginning of the journey, I realized something happened, to this child with a strange name, learning a different language that did not fit, but I was unsure of why I felt this way. How to reawaken the various parts of Red Suns to their sacred eternal spirit, true character identity, and insure their valuable reconnection with and to her correct traditional, cultural, life environment connections, and spiritual life awareness; which and where are the energies that can empower Red Sun, to travel in the direction of truth and indescribable adventures, but the support the of many crucial adventures, necessitates spiritual assistance and sacred medicine ways, to even insure the arrival of child and spirit alive within the Sacred Spirit of Yellowstone.

So many years later, I wonder how many years, it would have taken to provide the essentials for a good strong spiritual foundation; reset Red Sun’s sacred Indigenous Native awareness, without your embrace to awaken Red Sun to her eternal spirit. The physical form of a child lived, but without realization of who and what the real Red Sun, returned here to accomplish. Would I have been able to gain the insight to recognize and remember sacred truths, and awaken to Red Sun’s traditional biological life; which only happens if/when the sacred spirit of Red Sun can see the light? However, the child had gotten lost in darkness, because of the violence and continual abuse, when in Elinora’s care by Elinora’s hands and words, and spells.

I do acknowledge . . . we are still connected in some unique ways, this I know because on many occasions, my spiritual being responses to your call and our sacred heart touch . . . Truth from within my sacred spirit heart . . . I have come to realize no imagination can prepare any individual for your incremental teasing and unique interactive autocatalytic orientations planned to help individuals absorb vital knowledge: Your interventions you fill with intend to alter one’s life course; which means the only warning I can give the individual(s) you embrace, hold tight on to your roller coaster ride, full of uniquely intense turbulence. . . . What a way to say by the way at the end of the ride . . . welcome to your new life. You are not going to know which side of life you are on while Yellowstone creates and/or re-creates you anew, through many new sets of unique life components, this I know because Yellowstone let me experience her specially designed roller coaster ride, via sacred spiritual connection and unique communications. Some will say they experience a total rebirth through Yellowstone’s embrace.

Now that you know a little about Yellowstone, what could become of Red Sun, once reawakened, and Grandmother M, the most beloved, respected, sacred, saintly medicine woman? . . . Maybe it is time to take you along on what happened during these mysterious spiritual journeys, and other strange events. The life altering events that contributed to the child’s awakening and some of the contributing factor, which lead to increase spiritual support, gathering knowledge, and learning sacred spiritual ways, in addition to different types of traditional medicine and physics. Thanks to the sacred support, from Grandmother M, countless guardians, sacred elders, and yes, massive spiritual energy, I survived, but maybe not certain persons wanted or expected.

[Truth Yellowstone: For 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.]

[So many years later, I wonder how many years, without Yellowstone’s guidance and support, would it have taken to provide the essentials for a good strong spiritual foundation; reset Red Sun’s sacred Indigenous Native awareness, without your embrace to awaken Red Sun to her eternal spirit.]

© Michelle Red Sun EagleHawk

Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

Originated rough draft: June 12 2004

Formalized Chapter . . . Opening June 2010

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