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Spiritual Visitation Presentation:

Spiritual Visitation and Presentation:

Life-Changer and More

Visitation Questions when life spiritual connections deliver surprises in many parts with each section seeking to hear your answers and replies. Some of you I queried about this presentation, and the well, after the first replies I gave the rest of the unique and unexpected presentation amazing and visitation. After your first replies, and you go through it again I would love to hear your second opinions now after having time to think about the complexity of the event. Before I go any farther, this has become a good training tool and teaching at the same time, we all become lack from time to time; however, what is before us we need to sharpen our spiritual tools and abilities. I need to explain, I am one that finds it hard to express things in complete Life teachings for me has proven strong teachers of life lessons and quests.

Most of my basic teachings I learned first from my grandmother, who taught me how to communicate with and accept the Sacred Ones, since they became my primary teachers, and how each lesson, journey, and adventure they presented in stages; which inspired many questions and answers. The challenge was to hear and perceive the different values, various energies, spiritual involvement, and connection and the influences on conscious and subconscious conditioning; considering energies are tricky and deceptive on various levels of telecommunications, and tricky telepathic impressions, which also include many parables.  Now maybe you can understand why I take this journey and questions in much the same manner, with those who are spiritual peers. Thus begins the adventures of questions related to another unique event I received instruction to share with each of you:

Question 1: What would you do if you received a  sacred Medicine Shield, along with a quiver filled with arrows and a beautiful  bow, with white eagle feathers? Then two individual spiritual warriors, walk-in  carrying a sacred lance and the other a spear, following the ones sacred  messengers carrying the medicine shield, quiver with arrows and bow. The lance  and spear carried individually by the sacred spiritual warriors, stood against  the wall, one behind the he who carried the medicine shield, and one behind the one who carried the quivers with bow and arrows.

 When I asked this question, everyone said he/she would bless it, and/or leave it outside for purification and receive blessings; and then hang it on the wall. What I received I could neither be hung on a wall nor left outside. Unless I wanted to leave me outside or hang me on the wall, then maybe . . . but. Most forgot to ask what it really meant, where it actually came from, and what reason did I receive from those that delivered said items, to Red Sun. Okay the Elders taught me the importance of combining spiritual physics investigator with seeking answer on all levels. It is critical to analysis, and seek answers combined with possiblities and explanation, since such an items are both spiritual, universal, and physical in most cases. Okay, so maybe my teachings, came from master task masters, never take anything for face value, most things have many deeper meanings when dealing with the spiritual realm. Yes, one needs to research and not take things at face value, not even from me. Yes, the arrival of the medicine bundles and items could not have surprised me and cased me to ask countless questions.

However, what it did surprise me “NO ONE” asked or attempted to analysis its meaning or the meaning and purpose of the gift involved with these items.

Question 2: Why no one asked the direct question of where and why or how these  sacred gifts came from and/or who decided to gift you, Red Sun, with these medicine items.

Question 3: None asked for information about what was on the shield except for one,
why what was the block. However, only one asked what medicine symbols came with
and on the shield or questioned where this shield came from, without me  providing leading statements.

Question 4: To begin with, no one asked the simple questions of  how, who, where and when did it arrive nor what was on the shield? Interesting  how they all assumed the shield and all that came with it were material items,  first with spiritual meaning and purpose second. People that know anything  about Red Sun should know nothing happens in normal ways. Wow factors to  unexpected … if and/or … what happened … how … why scenarios in unusual ways  are how things seem to happen in my life.

Clue to analyzing and asking questions: Conditions in my life, has always come spiritual first and then maybe material or physical,  which continuously come in combination with new, unique and advanced spiritual  training and journeys. Each item and or gift fit into a series of conditions in  relationship to past, present, and future events. I was hoping for someone to  asked rhe question who brought it and where did it come from, but instead I had to prime the pump, so to speak.

Even when my mother went into labor, rain came down  heavy, and with each of her contractions lighting and thunder. Then it rained  so hard, the floodwaters, prevented the mid-wife from getting to my mother, and  drove several families, wildlife, livestock, and mother to the upper barn, where I was born, and only then the lightning and thunder stopped and with the  coming of dawn, a triple rainbow shined across the sky.

Important Lesson to learn … when we have others come and ask questions about items received or visions they have received we have to realize  they will never give us all the details up front. This means we need to ask a number  of questions touching on many levels before we can give serious answers and  connect on the correct level, and then look at these things in a more objective and spiritual manner connected with traditional and spiritual knowledge. Besides, we have to make sure we know what level a person in on so we can communicate  with them on levels and in ways, they will understand.

Now I have given you a little look at any my way of  testing and challenging, which this event was more than just a presentation of an event, but away of beginning a new way of working together. We are all spiritual leaders and teachers and have many skills we need to hone, and develop further.

Yes, just  because it was a friend speaking, everyone perceived it a great gift; nevertheless, all but one forgot to look deeper and question the visitation, or looking  deeper into all the details about sacred medicine power and the presentation? . . . A gift, which equated into both appointment and assignment, and no matter  what, it is important for us, for when spiritual leaders come together, they also bring their spiritual power and medicines together. In truth, we are all sharing that which makes us spiritual and that which contributes to the sacred circle. In truth spiritual elders need to look deeper into the spiritual meaning and purpose regarding such spiritual presentation/gifts, visits and visitations. We need to be investigators, profilers, and communicators with the sacred ones. In much, the same way we need to analysis, and mediate on matters connected to visions, dreams, and these events, which direct and influence life and conditions.

Okay, I know I do not offer a lot of information, but I did it to see who was ready to ask questions and take time to reach out, touch, and experience spiritual experiences regarding events and conditions. Did anyone have any suspicion it could have been more on the spiritual level than on the physical level, before I stated certain facts?

Fact One: When delivered, the Sacred Ones stated; the reason they delivered this
sacred medicine shield and other items that belong with the sacred medicine . .
. another person (a male) placed his hand on these items and proclaimed his self
the owner of the sacred medicine bundle and all the power that went with the
individual items. These Spiritual Elders/messengers stated medicine power is not
something one can take nor claim nor passed on, it has never been or will be something to trade or exchange.

The sacred gifts  and powers are given and passed on only after approval from the Sacred Ones, the Great Spirit, Council of Chiefs and Elders, the Sacred Mothers and Grandmothers  of the People’s. Nevertheless, the final decision and confirmation the Sacred Father, Great Spirit, and the Highest of High Council of Sacred Chiefs, confirm and approve before we can transport these sacred spiritual medicine powers and to their new guardian.

Beyond dreams or  imagination, I never imagined this displaced child, Red Sun, a child without knowledge of my biological mother, would be the recipient of any such bundle along with  sacred gifts from the ancient wisdom-keepers. The ancients who have taught our  people the ancient secrets and sacred traditional knowledge.  True I am a child of the First Nation of  Indigenous Natives, but in the eyes of the people I am without acknowledge paper connection to any cultural, nation, tribe, or any sacred traditional clan. This then pursues the answer to the question why have I received these spiritual items.

Truth, they never stated the name of or gave  me a vision of the one whose ego got too much in his way; which caused then to  deem him not worthy …. Okay, some statements I stating come from what the  sacred elders spoke. [The male was greedy  and selfish he possessed no real concern for the people, and because of his  ways he will sell others out and mislead not only the people of his nation, but he will mislead the people who have not the eyes to see or the ears to hear of the heart to feel …. Thus his persona became the reason the Sacred Ones, decided Red Sun, would be the one to receive the sacred wisdom and power these sacred medicine items possessed and symbolized.]

Timeline of unique connections  for what became a rapidly developing journey: Filled with a unique series of events, yes, a few I have already touched on. One: this arrived a few  years after I crossed over and stood in the Sacred Fire of the Highest of the Most High the  Sacred Father, and before the Great Spirit. Two: More than a dozen times, I received summonses to attend meetings in the Great Council Chamber with the most Honored of Sacred Chiefs and Elders. This chamber is where the most sacred of honored chiefs, spiritual warriors, medicine elders, and honored leaders of the people from all indigenous/aboriginal tribes and nations, gather to work on matters confronting all who are here. To me it was interesting to speak with the ones who had proven their lives in the service of their people. What a surprise to discover among the Sacred Ones, many hhonored Sacred Mothers of the Peoples among the decision makers and their voices were equal and sometimes more respected. Then, nothing should have surprised me after my sacred union ceremony to SunHawk by the Sacred Father, but this was no less humbling.

Fact Two: This and other connecting events  came after the Sacred Union Ceremony, which happened a decade prior to entering the private sacred chamber of the Sacred Father and the Sacred Garments of one chosen Sacred Mother of the People. This is when I understood in more detail my prime directive and primary objectives from the Holiest Sacred Father of Sacred Light and Life Eternal: [Save the Children for without you thousands will be lost, thousands more will perish needlessly and thousands more will be lost for all eternity.] Regardless, I have never known such sacred gifts to come without tests, challenges, and tons of lessons: rocks, paper, scissors, everything has many different sides, the yang/yen lessons, and challenges.

Truth, when it  comes to major lessons and insights, by the Sacred Ones, I have learned it is their way to present countless instructions of what they want with many journeys before one understands their reasons. Part of the journey I learned about included countless events and conditions, along with two dozen lessons to recognize and battle the demonic demons and dark ones. Important to determine the various aims and desires to destroy our people, nations, cultures, nationalities, and subjugate people into two classes the wealthy and their slaves. Then the wealthy I speak of are demonic and ones that serve the Dark Lord.

Prior to this  medicine shield, I received instruction about where to go and find the sacred head of a white buffalo the sacred ones had been preparing for me. The only
skull ever preserved on this island. I followed the visions and gave them instruction where to find the skull I was given permission to have the skull. I brought the skull home placed it in the shower to remove the dirt and the skull instantly displayed the sacred symbols and colors of the four directions, which many witnessed for the first couples week after I returned home from the private chambers . . . .

Fact Three: Certain other events that  occurred prior to the sacred presentation: For a couple of years I had been praying for the Sacred Father to heal SunHawk. Open-heart surgery was still very new, with a lot of uncertainties. One early dawn, one Sacred Great Horn Owl paid me a visit. One I had only seen once prior and not since . . . .  This Sacred Great Horn Owl stood at the foot  of our between SunHawk and Red Sun. She wore a fabulous breastplate of silver and gold feathers, reflecting a full spectrum of colors. Each jewel embedded radiates eternal light, each jewel a full-recorded history of spiritual knowledge and energy. The only time she appears is to announce a period of strong challenges and survival tests.

This is important if SunHawk survives what is ahead for us. This meant I would have to willing accept the Great Spirit’s universal challenge, without fear.  Around dawn, the Sacred Father, summons Red sun to join him on the clouds: Red Sun, we cannot heal him, by the sacred hand of healing and move the clots; it would explode his heart, and kill him. We were the ones who taught the medical profession the techniques of saving lives, and heart surgery. SunHawk’s only chance for survival equals open-heart surgery, if you can accept and handle the challenges ahead. Remember the following: This that I can do you can do and even greater . . . . These words referred to medicine, technology, and spiritual connections with universal physics and quantum physics. I told SunHawk when he woke-up.

SunHawk had an appointment around 1500 hours, and convinced the doctor he was worse off than his medical exam revealed, the doctor scheduled him for an exam to see if he had blocked blood vessels. When he got out of the exam, he had hiccups, and less than a seven days to live. After I managed to stop SunHawk’s hiccups, he has less than seven hours, before death, and surgery scheduled, two-sacred messengers carried me before the Highest of High Councils and the Sacred Chiefs, and Great Spirit, it seems I had been selfish, in my prayers. Yes, it appeared all-of-the-spiritual-realm from guardians, chiefs, angels, and warriors stood in attendance with Geronimo was my counselor. Yes, I have published much of this event online, regarding selfish prayers, and what happened that night save more lives than just SunHawk’s and StillsWater, was the price I would have to pay, if I failed to design an acceptable prayer, which would keep SunHawk without directly including him in said prayer. This trial held in its outcome the lives of many and our futures, but one of the reasons I received what I did.

In the darkest of hours, one very bright light shined. Now came the time to learn the secret of the sacred powers, soon given me, so from this trial I was soon to realize, the sacred ways and lessons of gifts, they had been deciding; which one who was to gain the sacred medicine powers and symbols. They would soon have to decide on who would receive such sacred powers. Not too long, maybe six weeks after SunHawk, survived I received visions about a sacred buffalo skull, for several days, followed by several summonses from the Sacred Ones to join them on the clouds. They took me to Catalina and revealed a buffalo skull they prepared for me, and only me. It was a sacred white buffalo skull they prepared for me since my birth, a skull no one else will they allow to receive it or its sacred power.

Yet, to get the skull, they showed me it would take a series of phone calls, and why it is important not to get discouraged, since it will take a couple of months and more than four-dozen phone calls. Uniquely, unusual they provided names of certain people in the chain of command, and information to tell the various departments, to insure they listened and realized the skull is mine. In truth, no one on the island could find the skull, until I received permission to obtain the skull if he/she could find the skull. Vision strengthened and exact instructions, directions and details, received about taking them to the area where the skull laid hidden and they had to hunt.

Back to saving the lives of SunHawk, StillsWater and countless others, before the skull. Truth, prayers, and blessings one should design for help the many and not for the few or personal oneness of family or friend. The summons to the Highest of High Council of Archangel Chiefs taught me a very good lesson in responsibility, duties, respect of power and consequences. They exposed a few of the negative side effect, selfish prayers can become including dangerous, deadly, and damaging, because one creates a ripple effect and lives numerous lives can and will be lost, beyond what we perceive, if not handled correctly. Prior to the arrival of the shield, the Sacred Ones required their wisdom be understood, because people must realize it is the Sacred Ones desire people learn to see and understand the consequences, and what could and/or would have happened, if I  failed to do what they of me and change my sacred prayers . . . . I would not enjoy the consequences.

Meaning true prayers are not selfish, and more productive when designed and aimed in a direction where one prays for a few, especially by those the Sacred Ones assign to care for the masses. We must analysis and determine ways to pray that can benefit many and/or masses. Whenever we seek help for our loved ones, we must consider our responsibility for the sacred spiritual universal, stability, and life development. Daily there is a great deal, we need to learn, including how to handle prayers that offer help and guidance for countless, raise the vibration of Our Sacred Mother and beyond.

Truth, we need to examine, if I had not structured  my prayer in a sacred way that helped the masses, without directly involving SunHawk. The wrong wording and decision would have left me with SunHawk dead, StillsWater dead, and at least 150 or more lives lost and many more left suffering, but then what would have been the ripple effect of lives lost and what would have happened to the community, too, over the twenty years. Truth, I would have been a brokenhearted widow and lonesome mother.

Of course, the answer did not come until StillsWater, recovered in the ER after they could not find a heartbeat when she toppled over off the bed and landed face first on the floor, waiting SunHawk’s room for him to go into surgery. Very tense thirty-minutes, many recoveries began with this and more textbook surgeries after SunHawk’s textbook surgery for a total of 60 days; this covered anyone that entered the hospital the last 15 days, and for all who enter the area hospitals for the next 45 days. Even those that entered the hospital DOA recovered and lived.

In November, before Thanksgiving I put on an honoring feed, two days after, I got baptized to give thanks for SunHawk and StillsWater being allowed to stay for here for a while longer, although they explained they could only give SunHawk eight years, since he would be assassinated, they even showed me the face of his assassin. All of this came the same night, we returned from San Bernardino, after I got baptized to give thanks for the lives of family. After receiving a massive spiritual indigenous visitation, from his relations, the Sacred Father summonsed me to sit by the Sacred Eternal Flame, with him.

Daughter I thank you for your love and offering me your honor by baptism in my name, in the Church of those from Europe, but you are not white. You are one of my sacred children of the Sacred Red Nation. The children of the Red Nations need you to help them. You are to go back and follow the Sacred Ways of the Red Nations and follow the ways I/we have taught you, to help my sacred children, you are to walk the Red Path. You are more than 90% red for that which is not seen, matters not, for it holds no influence or power over you. The blood quantum, influences not your sacred  spirit, your spirit has always belonged to the Sacred Spirit of the Red Nation. Without you, thousands will be lost and thousands more will perish needlessly.

Beginning August 1972, my sacred grandfather Tall Standing Walking Silver-tip White SpiritBear, come to visit during the time of the Sun dances, along with other spiritual visit at least five times each year. His traditional dress suggested a medicine man or wisdom-keeper. The last time he came early spring after SunHawk’s surgery, which in California equals warm days. This day I had all the windows and glass door, wide open when he summons me to visit him in the astral, except I sensed a difference in his visit, before he even spoke: Sitting across from him, he wanted to let me know, he on his crossing journey and he wanted me to know, how much he loved me. At the top of the sacred path, I saw my grandmother, the way she looked many years young with long black hair that flowed past her hips, dressed in her ceremonial outfit and grandfather in his traditional ceremonial outfit. “RedSun you knowwe are never far, far away, but we will have to communicate in
different ways.”

This time I was upstairs on the third floor of our split-level house, in the very bright
sunlight, half-on and half off the couch, once grandfather, and grandmother departed. I hear a knock at the entrance door on the second floor. I shouted out I am coming since I knew I knocked the door, but before I headed down the stairs, I looked out the window to see who was at the door, but saw no one.  Now, I came out of the trance confused, because I heard what I assumed a someone knocking at the door. However, I had locked the enter door because of being upstairs for a while, more out of habit than anything else. Someone wanted my attention, thus I shouted just a minute I am coming.

That is all they wanted to hear, my acknowledgement, of accepting their summons, which meant they refused to wait for me to get to the front entrance and unlock the door. They opened the entrance door and came marching in, before I was halfway down the stairs, three more steps they towards them, and I received orders to sit, observe, and listen. I sat, watched, and listened in a very humble manner:

You see these sacred medicine items we bring here this today, they are for you and only you. Know this a male placed his hands on this shield and tried to claim its power, we one and all have rejected him. This person will sell the people out for his own personal profit and power. His greed will mislead the people in a direction that will be destructive for thousands. The Sacred Father, the Sacred Mothers of the People, the Highest of Highest Council of Chiefs, and the High Council along the Great Spirit and those who watch over the people from the Sacred Village, have all chosen you. You have proven you do not take your gifts as power and position but you see them for what they are duty and responsibilities to the people. As you have seen for far too long, since the invasions, many of the Sacred People lost their way, and they too began to see title as power and position as something for personal gain and profit.

Even our people have lost their way and they are not doing things for the good of the whole but for the good of a few. One must make the decision for the good of the whole and not for the good and profit of a few. True the decisions for the good of the whole may not in all ways be popular, but make sure the outcome will benefit the many and not the few.

Remember you belong and part of the red nation you are not white, this shield and the medicine items we give you today are more than symbolic they are the sacred medicine power embedded in these items. Across time and journeys you will need to add  your personal totems and sacred wisdom to this medicine shield, however, the sacred wing feathers of the most honored and Sacred Eagles and Hawks will remain and journey with you, too.

I received visions and impression of the pain the one who proclaimed himself the Sacred Medicine Man with all the sacred powers, he assumed were his and the misery he will bring to the people. Great suffering will befall the lands and the people. Remember, what we deliver here today means duty and responsibility to the people. He may have the shield hanging on his wall but it is only a shell of what the sacred reality and truths. Once they completed the ceremony, connection, presentations, and visions, the shield, quiver with arrows, and the bow, moved towards me and we became one in sacred unity and I received the medicine power and responsibilites. Nevertheless, the two-sacred medicine warriors carrying the lance and spear, moved forward and stood beside me and remind by my side to this day.

The stairway is just inside the house by the entrance door, which leads from the upstairs to the door and the second floor. About halfway down the stairs I received orders to sit during the presentation, and there I remained sitting where they instructed me to sit and remain, during the entire presentation and ceremony. Interesting how the veil incorporated the stairs into part of the Sacred Chambers of Chiefs and Elders, and the desk beside the stairs, they place a teaching holograph. They showed me that the medicine of the bundle is a very sacred responsibility, to respect and honor the people, to make sure the decisions I make benefit the whole and not a few.

They showed me, what several things which has harmed the people on the reservations and others across the nations. Far too long tribal elders have been making decision that benefit and profit a few, and their families, which have harmed the many. For the healing benefit of the people the decision must benefit the whole not the few. Granted not everyone will be happy with the decisions, for they have been use to the games. You cannot please everyone all the time, but you can improve the health of the nations and lands if you make decisions that benefit the masses, which they revealed sacred truths and insight; which showed what is and has been and needs to happen. All this took place during the sacred visitation.

Okay, now I  ask does anyone have any questions and/or comments. The one of several important things I can say … This changed my life and enriched it at the same time. What would this mean to you and how do you think you would handle it.???

Summonsing All Spiritual Medicine Warriors

What are the Connections? Part One

Summonsing All Spiritual Medicine Warriors

Critical Data … Not INFO One should IGNORE

When everything you thought you knew falls apart and leaves
you facing a vast New and Sacred Universe

Hear the words spoken by the One who is the Light:

  Sacred Father stated: “Stand together
against the Red Serpent of Many Evil Heads or suffer under the yoke of Evil”

Who Believes in the Hand
of the Eternal Sacred Father (God aka Creator)

I had heard the term but
never thought of in in literal terms until one very interesting and important
night.

What I have written here
is in connection with one key event both interesting and very important.

Not all truth is snappy but it can
be very strange

Interconnecting life adventures
with spiritual overtones, which might not be possible to understand until you
have read this in complete context followed up by evaluation.

I have tried to set each section
and subsection up to assist in the comprehension, decades of data. Its selected
parts of individual journeys on many levels of interactive life experiences
connected to past and present events.

Awareness of these conditions began in earnest September 2000 with several visitations/visions and spiritual events in combination of world events is what
stimulated further questions of connections: Bringing together knowledge gained
by following the guidance of a lifetime of many careers by the Great Spirit and
separate visions across numerous years prior to September 11, 2001: followed-up by
several visions concerning world events, up to the inclusion of my one-way
conversations with the Creator, Sacred Elders and all my relations between
Thanksgiving of 2001 and 25 December.

The entire world will in some way, be called upon or be forced to remove blinders, through a cycle of major experiences of changes between September 2000 and Thanksgiving 2001 and still a world in motion moving forward faced with things many were not yet aware of . .. People forced to accept stark reality, which in less than an hour of events countless blinders will be shattered by powerful forces. Unexpected, action
will turn a world into chaos when nations’ awaken to harsh a hard fast reality.

The day when the worst terrorist attack took place on American shores, plane crashes, buildings downed and thousands of lives lost. September  11, 2001, referred to since as 9/11 was one of several events. Too many lives lost, not to take away from or lessen the countless loss of lives around the world, because of terrorist activities. Then not too long afterwards another plane crash in an area that had already lost too many personalities
during 9/11.

Dark Messenger of War sent
by Archangels Michael and Gabriel

They delivered important reason the Creator summonsed

Spiritual Warriors, People of Superior Leadership Background, and Universal Abilities.

September 2000 visitation/visions: Honestly what interesting ways to get
attention not just mine but anyone’s attention at 03:00 MT time blocking ones
path to the bathroom. My journey is always an obstacle course to the bedroom,
through the kitchen, past dogs heading into through the service porch with
floor toys before the bathroom
. However, between dogs and toys I heard the
screen door unlock, then the double locks on the back door unlocked and the
doors open wide. Dogs continue to sleep.

All body function  froze including lungs and heart, along with all physical motion: Why aren’t the dogs at attention? I know I  locked the doors; whom or who is this in pure black, wearing a traditional  Chieftain outfit, including a black medicine bonnet of a war chief. However,  this one too is dressed in total black: this must be death, which comes for me  tonight. His presence sent suspended all physical motion and functions
except for spiritual awareness.

Spirit mind speaks once lungs breathe exhale and sucks in needed air: Are you death coming for me? But I have too much to do yet. If he isn’t
death then is he someone I should know if he wasn’t dressed all in black,
wearing a war bonnet of black feathers?

Flashes recalls life experiences when SunHawk, my husband, received his summons home, except then he was one of great size, sacred and all in black Warrior Chief, too, summonsing SunHawk to stand by his right size. Why, now? Why, he who is much smaller, enters here, dressed in the same manner of the Sacred One, in complete black,
enter here before me? Messenger dressed as death: Who and why how can this be? Why, now guardians I’m not prepared . . . too much laid out before me to do, to leave now. Promises broken, if it is my time . . . warnings would begin at least ninety days prior to departure time. 

One in black speaks in spiritual language: Come no closer time for your time is not this
hour.

Thank goodness! Considering right this hour you’re not  someone I want to challenge. Nor am I prepared to challenge here and now? But . . . Experience over time teaches and one learns many sacred secrets with reference to the Highest of the Most High’s messengers and sacred spiritual medicine warriors: they are granted powers, few perceive them until they make their presences known, deliver messages in symbolic ways, transmit Holographic presentation, some are 3D visuals combined with inspirational whispers for support, and guidance to warnings foretelling the” What if Scenarios” in countless ways.

Over the years, the variances do not include visions about daily or personal events,
considering I’m not interested in what happens on a small scale, when there are
so many important conditions. Nevertheless, over several decades of all the
greetings and presentations, none experience or witness one presentation in the
same manner twice. There are no limitations to what one might experience, but
all surpass what normal imaginations envision. Then one can never be sure what
to expect in the middle of the night, when locked backdoors open and close behind one dressed all in black with a war bonnet. In truth, not until more than halfway through his communication did I recognize who and what was standing before me.

Dark Avenging Angel of Death a.k.a. Messenger of War:

Come no closer! Red Sun, know it I have come not for you this visit, only to inform and
forewarn you: Devil is in the Holy City, at the wall of the sacred temple, where the Son of Man spoke. Let all children Hear who have said, the problem of others is not my concern, you are blind for in denial you are feeding the problems, by denying your heart and eyes the ability to see the truth.

Truth: all must come to recognize and accept, pain, sorrow and suffering is everyone’s concern. Know this, too, the lands of YOUR nation will soon be made aware of what other countries are now and have been are going through for years. The world’s pain grows too strong and overpowers the loving spirit of all nations for any nation to discount any longer.

Hearts and Spirits: hearts crushed and spirits overpowered people have ignored, too long. Questions, cried out around the world can be no longer in the shadows for all
nations will suffer. Too many lives lost and/or in jeopardy, we all (refer to  the world and all who walk on or in it) need to unite to fight the evil among us.

Archangels Michael and Gabriel have banded together to fight this battle. For years, they have gathered warriors from all the tribes of all nations to help in the battle of good against evil. They have gathered all their great warriors and War Chiefs of which SunHawk is one. This is why we called him home to be with Our Heavenly Father. Archangel Michael, he who was in the Sun’s middle, called his son home. SunHawk’s abilities and skills prove more important on this side, for the survival of humankind, than with you. We saw the possibility of this time of violence and danger, which is why we left you here to be one of our assigned voices.

There is a great battle of violence about to start, which should never been allowed to come or allowed to take form, but humanity refused to listen or believe. Now, the Devil
is in the Holy City standing on top of the wall. It will take the strength and courage of all nations and people to overcome and rid all lands of this evil, which wants to destroy not only this country, its lands and all this peoples, but they desire to reach out across the all lands. Know they have taken many walks and in their footsteps on their countless life journeys they have spread the seeds of evil and death.

Evil this great and dark . . . cares not who anyone . . . evils only desire is to kill and see
blood run freely in the streets. They measure their success by the number of deaths and the great extent of land they can lay to waste. Evil’s followers and servants’ loyalty is marked by how much they feed Satan’s gluttonous lust for blood, fear and pain plus how much damage and destruction of land, property and lives they can do combined with the people they can mislead.

Backing towards threshold beyond the door, into the realm he arrived here from; since conditions are necessary to return the night as it was, before his arrival. His final words: “Do not expect to see SunHawk the Stoneman very much. These are times requiring his attention; he is going to be real busy.” He then completes his departure through the doors into the portal from which he came. Once he enters his realm, the doors, close, and lock behind him in the opposite manner; which announced his arrival. However, if I had failed to lock the doors he could not lock the doors, upon his departure. The entire time he was in the house, only silence beyond our communication prevailed; neither warmth nor cold, did I feel.

Once he departed entirely, elements of environment, physical motion, and the
sounds of night home returned to normal, allowing one to recognize the dogs in
motion, as well. Yes, the dogs appeared frozen in motion, during his visitation.
Or is the question: Are we standing outside of earthly time and beyond human
environment?

One other simple fact, the entire time he was present this body had no awareness of conditions within the house or surrounding area outside personal space or environment. Experiencing neither chill nor warmth, in a house of fifty-five degrees, yes this was a spiritual bubble promoting connection: encompassing full awareness of sacred spiritual presence contacted, blocking all else. A time when one outside the spiritual sphere could
see or sense, unless permitted. Interesting, how three people in a room, receive individualized contacts by three different guardians for critical and sacred spiritual reasons; yet, one does not perceive or experience said presentation, of the others spiritual contacts, when standing side-by-side, unless permitted. We are still aware of the physical present of the others, but not of any rapid physical change, until he/she returns to what he/she assumes one might have fallen into a meditative state or blanked out for a few seconds, since guardians may not always feel it necessary to recognize spiritual contact or communications, but this time guardians wanted me to recognize.

Upon his departure, I rush to confirm all three door locks were as they were when I went to bed . . . locked, and doors closed tight. Nevertheless, neither door stayed locked for long, because the dogs’ spirit appeared aware of events, once they regained their physical awareness, of the old adage, when one female takes a journey to the powder room all in
females in the family have go, too. Strange how it matters not human or dogs, the same behavior prevails, except they require me to go outside and wait for them.

Over several decades one thing life experiences defined and taught this Red Sun, whatever the spiritual and mental experience one may be faced with . . . be prepared . . . for all things return to the exact placement of life physical conditions prior to (or almost all things except under emergency conditions) the sacred arrival of spirit. Inside
and outside during restroom visits, mental review of his words actively in
motion running and rerunning details:

The Holy City . . . I assume he meant the Holy City is Jerusalem? Is there another sacred Holy City where . . . which wall did he speak at . . . when he was thirteen at the temple of the money changers? None of it provides enough of a picture to understand with any clarity the power of the condition. I’ll research the internet for the messenger’s meaning in the morning.

Unconscious motion of hand, “Doors unlock, doors open, time to let the girls outside.” Attempts to unlock doors with mental energy and physics, several times, before physical awareness, sparked spiritual consciousness and brought me back from deep inside a
different realm of contemplation: Who is going to let the dogs out? Challenges can make for some interesting mixture of short sighted actions. This left me confused for a time with lack of understanding why the doors failed open with my command. . . . That’s right I have to deal with the physical, here and now, I am not in the spiritual realm.”

After the Dark Messenger Angel of War arrival/departure, dogs outside, time for me to
complete my primary journey to said powder room.

Gee, Grandmother M, you were right . . . in his, own time and way. One never knows how or when (the messengers of the Highest of the Most High) will make their presence known. Looking back over several decades, this is the second time I have received
sacred guardian visitations via locked and through opening of doors they unlock;
each one opened to make extreme ordained announcements, but the timing from day
to dawn appears much different from the first, and only one message and messenger,
instead of five messengers with a sacred message from the Sacred Father and the
High Council of Chiefs. And, yes this one appears incredibly different from the
one in Redondo Beach. Oh well, it helps one to realize beyond a doubt, it’s not
a dream, not memory recall, nor imagination, when said messengers arrive with
such flare, to one awake from her sleep and make sure she is standing on two
feet.

 Yet, this early dawn, came as even more a shock, since I have been seeking answers from countless Chiefs and Medicine Elders of many Indigenous Nations, and all appeared  confused and assumed I was playing with them. Also explains why all claimed they did not know the answer, only now do I understand, a number of reasons why none understood or possessed any knowledge. It was not meant for them to know and clarified why many times, guardians said, you know the answer and to go back to the time of our Sacred Union.

A sacred son, what a shock to discover SunHawk is the sacred son of Archangel Michael, and he who had come earlier in the body of Crazy Horse. Strange, to recognize, I had the answers buried in my eternal spirit years and decades prior, to this
visitation. Yes, I understand and can accept Archangel Michael, who summonsed SunHawk home to take his proper place, at the right hand of a Sacred Chief, who stands, as tall as the sacred sun, with great presences, but only after dark ones
poisoned SunHawk with a poison that destroyed his quality of life.

What deceived me was the manner and color of his traditional buckskin outfit, of absolute universal blackness. Archangel Michael’s war bonnet long with nothing more than sacred black eagle and/or condor feathers full to the ground and total black, excluding the sacred traditional eagle fluff across the crown at the base of the feathers
decorated in the symbolic medicine wheel colors: red, white, yellow and blue, the colors which are found from different eagles and condors feathers.

Grandmother, I realized much about our eternal life connections and conditions felt Sacred, but I did not believe anything about our lives came even close, to that Sacred.
Yes, Yes, I know I was called across to stand with the Sacred Father, Holy Mother, and the Sacred Eternal Archangel Chiefs on numerous occasions, but I believed all did this, when it came time for their sacred unions, along with receiving sacred honors when the time arrived for celebration of their sixteenth, eighteenth, and twenty-first years.. . . Okay, Grandmother M, so in time I will understand more, but right now it is time to take the dogs out and return to bed.

 

Rapid recall reflection refocuses on three individual visions connected to the last moments prior to SunHawk’s crossing, each event occurred at separated and unexpected times, beginning three months prior to his crossing. Replaying the life force position of SunHawk (codename Stoneman) and the Sacred Guardians during the process and journey supporting his transition home, the time readied certain family members, friends, and children for his journey. These spiritual awakenings, along with more than five-hundred sacred council fires and surrounded by the most sacred of elders and leaders from each nation. (The Sacred visitations; is another thing not that common, for
they are the most honored and sacred Council of Chiefs, and Spiritual Leaders.)
However, the first council fires appeared prior to witnessing the Sacred Ones,
Archangel Michael, and SunHawk standing in the portal of the Eternal Sacred Sun. Yes, it all gave me many days to prepare in heart and mind, for the time when our flesh no longer touches.

Yet, this gave me knowledge our spirits will always be in touch. Then the fourth appearance came to help his spirit in the completion of his journey into the portal of the Sacred Sun Eternal. The Sacred Messages show SunHawk at the right hand of his father, Archangel Michael: The moment I witnessed SunHawk’s journey and acceptance of his glorious assignment, to take his place in the sun. Each vision revealed a timeline in forward motion, in the process of SunHawk’s return home: the last one left no doubt,
his point along the timeline SunHawk had been set. No matter how hard anyone
believed in the impossible and believed they could keep him alive, his spirit had past the point of no return. His physical form received it directive to begin its shutdown process, several months prior, which also meant conditions of the physical form prevented his eternal spirit, the right and ability to continue its journey in SunHawk’s physical form had  it was prevented, blocked and denied all opportunities to return and/or stay.

Strange how each vision arrived via sacred messages, in the light of the Sacred Sun Eternal, and one stone departs, which strengthen Red Sun’s realization of the vision’s importance. Each visual connection emanated from . . . the most sacred place beside the road . . . from the burial grounds across from the hospital . . . at the pillars of the chapel. Yes, they came forth by where from the most sacred spiritual holy area on the grounds, to insure recognition and importance of the information. Each day on the mountain
visions reveal sacred knowledge and the information of SunHawk’s transition.
Interesting, too, our transition from mortal to eternal spirit transformation becomes
our moment of eternal truth, this is when each individuals eternal sacred spirit reveals ones true sacred eternal spirit transforms back into ones, true eternal form, SunHawk transformed into one very powerful sacred/traditional indigenous spirit. He stood by his father dressed from head to toe in his sacred outfit: sacred buckskins, covered over ninety-percent with bead and quillwork designed, the design of an ancient, with traditional symbolic apron signifying his had earned War Chief status and earned the respect of many ancients, ancestors and Chiefs.

His long hair braided had grown down to his knees, wrapped in red. Nevertheless, the impressive war bonnet still could not hide his braids. Few earn a double row of eagle feathers, but . . . the beauty number of feathers, style, and length, left no doubt SunHawk was a sacred spiritual medicine warrior who earned Great Honors and status, few Chiefs
receive. He had earned the right to wear a double-row war bonnet of eagle-feathers
trailing over three feet behind a six-foot tall man.

No matter what others may say, his crossing journey said a great deal about his life, in a presentation that left no doubt about the honors, respect by the Sacred Father, the Highest of the most High Council of Chiefs, and in the eyes of his father: SunHawk earned the rights and status given to Sacred Spiritual Medicine Warrior.

Telecasting my thoughts beyond having a one-way conversation with Grandmother M:

By the way, guardians and Archangel Michael, thanks for the backdoor answers after all of these years of questioning whom, what and why. Symbolic backdoor connection to an indirect backdoor answer implied by your messenger’s truth: Archangel Michael summons his son home. Strange, how this messenger arrives dressed in black, too. Question: Does the black represent the power of . . . 

 Okay more than Grandmother M listening in . . . with one clear resounding voice resonates across this conscious brain:

Avenging Archangels, Angels, and War Chiefs wear black when the time of great battles, are at hand. You should have no needed to ask, because you know the many
meanings of black, which also represents the warrior.

Okay, now I understand. Please understand said question . . . prior visits with
Archangel Michael he dressed in either full-white traditional buckskins with red and white trim or a couple of times in blue at council meetings. Can’t say that I have ever seen any in black prior to . . . nor angels with wings, for that matter. Instead, clouds under feet, which carry sacred mothers and angels when conditions require them to come close to earth to safeguard them from touching unholy ground. 
 

Yes, child you should understand this Sacred Messengers or Heavenly Beings don’t require wings, for they move about in a flash: freewill means telepathic teleportation
at thoughts speed.

 

The only time I have seen what one might consider wings come flowing down the back
of the transporters; sacred white eagle feather attached to sacred bonnets that act as wings when transporting earthly spirits to sacred beings and/or those who refuse or don’t understand what is ordained for them. Yes, I am recalling the times, I wanted to stay when it came time to return, at a point my spirit desired to crossover and give up this earthly form. The Sacred Mothers said too much unfinished business required this life to remain on the physical plane, because this journey has many cycles to go.
[Part One of Sacred Visitation/visions completed next section: Hand of the Eternal Sacred Father.] 

[Reference to the bracelet and its importance in letting me know, his time had arrived, occurred with missing stones. For a couple of decades none of the stones departed, during his time of transcending then I encountered the Sacred Sun, a stone from my wedding  bracelet disappeared, only thing I could sense it was departing with SunHawk. Instead of wedding rings SunHawk had a silver bracelet wedding bracelet made that represented the different elements of our sacred union. After he crossed not one stone has departed since and yet none wanted to stay in the spots the stones departed, during his crossing. I have tried to replace them and none stayed for even an hour, in SunHawk’s sacred places.]

Second Day: A Journey with and beyond Yellowstone

Yellowstone Powerful Autocatalysis Instructor

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?)

The Journey of Mother Abigail Raven

The Journey of Mother Abigail Raven aka Abbey

All Who Knew U Loved U. You were a sacred gift in the lives of all U touched, even if they only had causal eye-contact. An angel’s spirit can created wonderful inspirations and difference. Yes, angels can come to help in a form of natures children, and many come to observe and serve in many form and many come to visit on four-legs.

She was One Great Spiritual Gift to Humans and Nature’s Children, too.

This has to do with her spiritual crossing to the sacred realm, what beautiful life lessons and wonderful knowledge of guardian angels and the Sacred Fathers love of natures children.

The journey is a sacred trip we take, when we cross, and one was no less sacred than the next, animal, or human. Now I want to report to all of you she is happy and in a good place, but she is not a four-legged now, but rather an Elder. Twelve Grandmothers came visiting me last night, within seconds of turning out the lights and lying down, to let me know Abbey was a sacred grandmother/elder/angel who had come to teach and observe me. What they said confirmed what I had sensed, a guardian angel, who chose to come observe, and guide those she could, during her current journey.

Still awake, I witness the grandmothers standing in a circle and inside the circle was great spiritual power of sacred golden light so bright, if the sun actual it would blind those looking at it. One Grandmother stated: We are working with her to help her regain her sacred spirit light and form. We need to make sure she releases any sensation of pain and her physical form.

No matter what I tried to sleep, it was not coming, and then, early morning around sunrise, I received a very powerful, amazing, and wonderful message . . . . They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

Within the light standing inside the door frame, of sacred eternal golden light I saw a female form with very long black hair, bathed in the sacred golden eternal light. Just before she completes the last phrase of the four verses . . .  within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand . . . she enters into the eternal light and disappears. However, after the second verse, I had to get up, speak, and repeat the phrases and verses, I could remember them word for word, and let others know about part of the sacred journey. After she disappeared, the twelve grandmothers told me when they prepared her for the journey and she has adjusted well to her return.

The grandmothers promised they would bring her to visit after her period or readjustment, so I could see her true form, while they hinted the sacred elder was also a Sacred Grandmother to the People and my grandmother, who wanted to spend some time with the granddaughter she never had the chance to know. Yet, they also explained they were also here to help me, and to help the people. Considering, the time was for my sacred journey to begin.

Note: [Mother = a woman who acts as the parent of a child to whom she has not given birth … Abigail = resourceful woman … Abbey = Religious foundation … Raven = Wolf]

[Maybe I should speak here and let everyone know I have crossed over six times, myself, and a couple of them, just happened to become the toe tag crossings. In addition, to temporary death summonses, angels/guardians summons me on many different visitation journeys, to different sacred and spiritual areas in universe, beyond this material land. Each time, I learned more and witnessed so many wonderful things. Yes, when Abbey’s time came that cut me deeper than the hour of SunHawk’s crossing. Yet each time the Elders gave me plenty of time to adjust and prepare for their crossings. It helps one to accept and release ones love one, quicker it can for a time cut deep.

However, this time I think, my pain came, while I witnessed the pain she accepted and endured, until she had no more strength to walk and feeling her silent cries to come home. The look on her face and in her eyes tore at my heart, but now she is on her sacred journey home to the Village of the Ancients and Sacred Elders. [Now, I can share with you the secret, certain Elders made me aware of for many seasons earlier, which  the twelve sacred grandmothers confirmed, early morning of June 10, 2010.]

Follow-up:  The collar I have turned into a medicine collar with crystals and a small medicine pouch. One evening I went to hold it because I missed Abbey, when I discovered the strong medicine energy within the circle of the collar. The inner-circle so energized; one could say it gave the appearance of a glass dish of water in constant motion, and giving off the reflection of light. Her daughter had been very depressed, and refused her collar three times, after I removed it to loosen it. Several grandmothers whispered:  She knows her mother’s collar is hers now; you are to give Sha-Dra the medicine collar, instead of burying it with the ashes. It was amazing to see the change come over Sha-Dra once she received the collar. Before the day was evening, it was easy to observe the hundred and eighty degree change in Sha-Dra’s total persona.

Couple of early mornings later on 20 June, while I was sitting at my computer and Sha-Dra  sleeping beside me,  I see a light from the corner of my eye and I look to observe a star quilt of star energy carried by a few of the grandmothers’ to give to Sha-Dra. They covered her with the star quilt, with the design of the North Star, with colors of brilliant crystal blue, energized silver, pure white and crystal light reflecting the light of the Northern Star. Once they laid it across her, Sha-Dra and the sacred star energy quilt became one.

Darn she received the sacred power of the Northern Star and I receive the sacred gift of a Medicine Shield, lance, and spear, quiver full of arrows and a bow. The Sacred Father, High Council of Chiefs, and Medicine Elders, decided I was to receive all the sacred gifts and power that goes with what they delivered and gave to me. However, I received the Sacred Medicine Shield, with all the rest some time back.

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.
..

“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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Sacred Ones of Eternal Light Coded Messages

The Journey to Find the Code of Enlightenment and Light of Life Eternal

Sacred Ones of Eternal Light Coded Messages

Chapter 1

Part One in a Series of Adventures and Ceremonies between 1 Novemeber and 3 January: The Sacred Father of Eternal Light of Life and Enlightemnent opens the veil to the coded message he send by way of one sacred messenger.

Universal traditions are celebrated in different ways among different nationalities and families, yet there is certain traditions and truths among most. Grandmother M, who was a very spiritual woman trained by Ojibwa medicine elders, taught our family to celebrate our cycle of sacred traditions with incredible respect and traditions beyond three days of celebration: Honoring life and traditions start [November 1 and continued with various ceremonies and celebrations until the morning of January 3], since this was a time for spiritual development and sacred spiritual communications.

The first ceremony begins with blessing the land around ones property and home with sacred medicines, ties tobacco, along with putting out food for the animals and Sacred Ones. The blessing ones home with sage, cedar, and tobacco, sweet grass. The second is cooking foods to share with elders, family, friends, and others. During this time is when one asks the Sacred Ones questions and offers thanks for all the guidance and blessings one has received through the year.

Thus each cycle of Giving Universal Thanks proved a wonderful cycle of Sacred Spiritual Communications, Spiritual Growth. Ones time for showing respect and honoring the Ancients Elders, Sacred Ones, and Universal Guardians; along with ones guardians, relations, and all our ancestors. Traditional ceremonies and celebrations passed on to me from one scared grandmother, Grandmother M, came from what she learned from the elders and the Sacred Ones.

However, after Grandmother M crossed I discovered one might not become permitted to receive greater spiritual experiences and sacred understanding until one has shown a true heart of honorable love, honoring the Ancient ways with sincerity. Yes, the first few times one is tested before ones receives sacred gifts combined with insight, guidance, and wisdom; which leads to life directions, health and protection regarding ones extended family and family members; while ones also experiences a sacred enrichment into ones eternal life. On various occasions one receives a flood of sacred eternal love, rushing over and through one, along with sacred insight, spiritual guidance, and communication; making it a good time for sharing scared ways and spiritual love with others.

It took a few honoring celebrations and ceremonies for me to prove myself to the Sacred Ones and guardians, before they honored me their sacred blessings and trust. Once they trusted me, I received numerous instructions and directions of what they expect during the next cycle of Giving Universal Thanks; once one experiences ones first season of spiritual enlightenment and receive sacred gifts, their instructions one learns to cherish. The first cycle of awakening came with magnificent knowledge of unique spiritual oneness and universal connections, and afterwards I was on a spiritual high for months.

The beauty of giving is so much more than just offering food but giving of oneself in time and energy, helping to make the life of others a little more joyous, and even that within its self provides sacred blessings, which help with the enlightenment and spiritual blessings. The light we share is a wonderful gift and in many ways the only blessing of thanks one really need. Honest thanks, combined with spiritual gratitude for all each of us received between each cycles, enriches one infinite spiritual communications, conversations, and connections.

One other sacred tradition: we always cherish during these ceremonies begins with our countless one-way conversations. Then when least expected, we receive gentle communications coupled with visions from one or several of our guardians or relations. The same day or maybe several days after asking questions while carrying one one-way communications; we begin to experience spiritual connections and communications; while feeding the elders and scared ones, we might receive communications from the Highest of the most High, Sacred Elders, and Ancient Elders. One can never be sure who or how many will come to answer questions or decided to introduce new wisdom while answering other questions one might have put on their shelve of sacred unique universal questions or give you time to be with relations and ancestors who have crossed.

However, one or more of us might be asking certain questions, which the Sacred Ones decided not answer until many seasons later. Medicine Elders and others who follow the sacred seasons of Giving Universal Thanks, across time discovered certain before they received answer, some of their questions or floating answers require actually a decade of compound questions and floating answers. Before one receives spiritual visions, visitations, and universal experiences which gives us the gifts of discoveries to witness and comprehend the reasons for our journey, concepts behind the questions and answers, while we experience and learn in very unique ways.

Stranger how countless family and friends might have researched and sought answers to some of the same questions floating around for several decade and they receive nothing, until one asks the bulls-eye question. Then and not before the compound series of questions are asked, preliminary spiritual journeys completed and personal spiritual knowledge obtained, and capable of comprehension and analysis of universal knowledge, before quantum surprises. The spiritual veil the Sacred Ones approve certain teachers to open and take those approved on uniquely wonderful journeys where one can experience, observe, interact, and absorb sacred knowledge, in sacred unique ways.

Spiritual Facts are stranger than our everyday reality: with one receives unique answers and adventures to a series of questions, new questions arise and answers to unasked questions, leaves one with a series of floating mental question marks, too, seeking the position and/or home while trying to discover their journeys. Then who can say if the answers are to questions what questions are to answers. Then answers are question asked and you have not yet discovered, or is it possible for s series of questions to suddenly become both answers and questions in some unexpected way.

Now who can say, who it is that hold your answers or you have the answer to their questions? Yet, in some unexpected way you and this person were meant for you to meet, if only to give then the answer to their prayers or questions or the messenger they need. In truth, it has been my experience when one asks important and unique questions, the questions might even come from someone standing in a grocery line, or just during casual conversation with a stranger, even, but only when one is ready to receive the answer.
Traditions began with lessons taught by Spiritual Medicine Elders who were old when my Grandmother M was young, and learned from elders that were old when they, too, were young. Yes, in truth, they taught her many sacred gifts of wisdom, which every opportunity possible Grandmother M revealed in sacred spiritual journeys through her amazing teachings. Since we were not on a farm or reservations, she persuaded neighbors to plant neighborhood gardens.

After the harvests, we always had corn, squashes, pumpkins, tomatoes, apples, and potatoes, along many other baskets full of various vegetables, fruits, nuts and berries. Plus Grandmother M knew many farmers, who donated food, and we had baskets full left by our doors, inside and out, interesting getting around the kitchen and our cellar was stacked full, and some years our front room and dining room, proved hard to walk through.

Nevertheless, before we could share the food we needed sent out invitations and corn meal blessings via drumming, songs, prayers, blessing and ceremony. Only after the sacred blessing ceremonies and prayers, to feed Mother Earth, besides purification of land so the sacred spirits feel welcome and bless all who come to the property. A time when Grandmother M taught me about tobacco ties, prayers and why we needed to place them in the trees and bushes around the property. Next, it was time to see which of nature’s children would be our guest until early to mid-spring.

Next day more drumming and singing is required when we begin to summons and feed the sacred spirits, relations, ancestors and guardian. All the food gathered needs blessings so it can feed not only the mind, but the body and spirit, too. This is a season many need a warm place to sleep and food in their stomachs. The season to feed all who comes to our homes, give food baskets to those in need and/or gift friends food that are important pieces of your family’s life, even if it is a plate of cookies. Food prayed over in a sacred way becomes more than just another meal or snack, it is nourishment for individual physical and spiritual being which includes heart, mind, and spirit, but it gives strength and renewal of life as well. However, before food can be passed out, to family and friends the first five pieces of all things prepared plus harvest goods need to be put out for the Creator and sacred guardians that have helped to insure a wonderful bounty.

This is just the first installment and now I have completed the first installment in a series of what I learned when I decided to take a journey and follow the sacred walk Grandmother M taught me, to travel during the season of Honor the Universe and Giving Universal Thanks. To reach beyond the concept of Christmas and discover the sacred universal message, spiritual code and see what the Sacred Onces really wanted us to know, observe, and remember.

Recalling Journey along the Coastline

Recalling Journey along the Coastline
Questioning Why …
Much Confused …
Sacred Universal Union
When one travels to the Spiritual Universe

Recalling the Journey to the Sacred Father in his Eternal Universe

during our drive along the Coastline

OUR

Time with the Sacred Father

This is our conversation a couple of weeks after the Sacred Union, and we had time to review segments of the last six months, along with searching for insight into what it means to our future and still very confused about what to do and how to handle it.

We could only meet on rare occasions, until divine intervention stepped in, and the owner of the roller-rink planned a three-day special of tripe-skating sessions, for his grand re-opening at the new skate-rink, which also coincided with the final weekend of school vacation. Did the guardians know of his decision or did they have a hand in allotting us these wonderful forty-hours together, by helping with his decision? Have to return to base by 2000 hours on Sunday, his career makes me nervous, because the next call might mean a covert assignment or deployment to Vietnam and who knows how long he will be gone. Then no one knows, who, what, where and how, until his handler calls; sends him a message; or a messenger appears with sealed papers directing his upcoming actions. Sometimes the message came in a cigarette package, telephone call or inside a sandwich bag.

What neither of us realize a month after our sacred union, this would be our last conversation the government and events would allot us for more than two years. SunHawk could not even let his family know about Red Sun and our sacred union, thus if anything happened, I would have to meet him on the other side or learn from a couple of his friends, if they survived. After this weekend, he had been assigned Covert operations into action, four days later the plane he was in Vietcong shot down. The Saturday all but two bodies ended up captured or killed by the Vietcong. However, the government could not find the remains of SunHawk and Surfer, so they assumed both were part of plane ashes, and the government classified both KIA, (Killed in Action). However, SunHawk and Surfer survived, because a tribe of headhunters hated the Vietcong. They believed the enemy of our enemy is our friends. SunHawk lived with them closer to two-years, and his adventures there were amazing. However, this is about our last week-end together, not our separation, which will come later.

Sitting straight up, looking across the table, when rational reality slaps one with a strong wake-up headache and flashes all through brain, before landing both behind eyes. “Now I understand, we were meant to meet to activate our spiritual/protective awareness protection to increase sacred powers to life and . . . two halves needed to become whole. I thought it meant a connection between brother and sister bonding.”

“Now hear me out then you can tell me what might have given you hints before, you planned the drop and plop, although neither know the consequences, before our hands touched and our eyes connected, only then did we understand after we had succumbed to the spiritual connection. I can say it was a persuasive indication and power message our Sacred Father of Light Eternal decreed we come together. Did your prophecy come in cryptic style messages?” SunHawk starts to say something more the Yes . . . but I continued to talk over top of him, since I was still nervous.

“First message I can recall happened on my seventh birthday, at a social gathering (but I have reservations about the term Pow-Wow,) with Grandmother M, when her longtime friend and medicine man: he spoke of a trip along the coastline of California. You come on a trip south to the bottom of the state; from there you do a turnabout to the area called Queen of the Mission. You will stop at a cove and learn your truths. However, you will forget all foretold until after you returned from the ceremony and journey beyond the cove.”

For many years, each time I would give my argument of becoming a nun; my guardians would smile and whisper, “We shall see” . . . . Then each time provided a few flashes, first flash spiritual, inspirational, vague, quick, flashes of colors, along with brilliant awe-inspiring blinding light. The second flash: two forms, (one male, and one female,) the male holding my left hand, we are standing before He who is the Highest of the Most High and the Sacred Mother by his side . . . on a floating island.

Darn I just remembered the flashes of that repeating vision and the words that joined it. “You will know him, when you see him; your Sacred Fathers betrothed you two to each other long before your birth. There is only one marriage for you. No other marriage accepted or allowed, besides the union between you two, and that will be when the Sacred Father summons you two before him, for yours is a sacred universal union. The elders spoke of how the most Sacred Ones are involved in our betrothal, on the day of our ride along the coastline all the way down to the bottom and up to the Queen, then to the sacred meeting place: where two would learn about their life journeys together. That is all they would say, except I would know the one who the Sacred One wanted me to be with when I saw him. The traditional buckskins with apron decorated with quill and beadwork. This included long braids of a warrior wrapped in red and I knew the only person I could marry was a traditional red warrior, no man of any other nationality.

Red Sun:

SunHawk can you explain why you felt so inspired to take the long and very strange ride along the coastline. You drive from San Fernando to Santa Monica, then south to San Diego and we stopped for a couple of minutes when you said, “No not the right place.” Next, you asked . . .

SunHawk:

“Do you trust me and are you up for an adventure?” However, I ask several times after I had completed the turnaround and head north, until San Barbara; which is the area of the Queen aka Queen of the Missions. We drove around and each time I asked is this the right place I received…No not the right place. Then I kept getting flashes of other places; and we have a number of other places to check out numerous beaches beginning with point “A” all the way up to point “Z” and one of them had to be right.

Red Sun:

Consequently, you did another turn around, and drove until just it was dinnertime and neither of us had eaten all day, so we felt inspired to stop at the restaurant above Paradise Cove, since it was the only place to eat out and open for miles in either direction.

SunHawk:

“It seems they always, guided, protected, watched over, and directed us to the point where we met at the rink. I am now beginning to believe they had their hand in the triple/triple for us to come together for our sacred spiritual/universal bonding and union at Paradise Cove. Now the questions are why and what is ahead for us and why now, why not in a number of years? Now do you want me to tell you about the strange things I have experienced?”

Red Sun:

“Sure, tell me, what is strange?”

SunHawk:

Please understand this truth is stranger than fiction, on numerous occasions, before we ever came together, I received cryptic messages regarding our coming together. There is a female coming into your life and you will know her when you see her. You will take a journey along the coastline first you go west, then you go south and then you will do a turnaround again and head north. The place you seeks is along the coastline, it is your Sacred Place for our sacred meeting, the why for of the meeting you will know when you get there. Tell me what impressions or messages did you receive? Red Sun finish telling me what you received then I will tell you what I received.

Red Sun:

“Cryptic messages, now the first one came when I was with Grandmother M and she introduced me to a Sioux medicine man, who was a longtime friend of hers . . . . He touched the top of my head and said; “There is a man of Michael who is coming into your life, you will know him when you see and understand all when you take a long trip along the coastline, and find the place summonsing you two to join it; for there you will understand all.” Those were the very first words out of his mouth, before he said anything else. Then with Grandmother M, I learned not to be shocked and all things are possible. I think I was only four years old, when he touched my head.

The third cryptic message came to me by three-spiritual leaders, I had never spoken with, came to me at a gathering, and the first words they said, “You will know him when you see him, the Son of Michael. The time is coming close for you two to come together; the time is sacred; and the journey you two will take together is very sacred. You will go west, then south, then north and then . . . until the place summonses you two to come for a sacred union… You will know and understand why once you enter this place.”

The fifth time I can recall the Sacred Ones wanting to make me aware of you, happened when some friends wanted to surprise me with a special birthday present and they pooled their money together for a special appointment to see a world-renowned tea-leave reader. “Do you know the Son of Michael,” and I looked at her rather puzzled, “you will soon. You will know him when you see him. Then the two of you will take a long journey along the coastline, you first go west, then south, then north this you do to find the right place and when you find it you will understand.”

By this time, I was beginning to feel, really freaked out, too many people saying the same thing, years apart, except this time they referred to Michael and your name on government papers is Michael. Yet, I did not expect this sacred, unique event, nor did anything prepare me for this type of sacred union, if that what it was. Now SunHawk you tell me, what you know.”

SunHawk:

The first message, beside the ones my grandfather gave me came when I was living in Japan; Papa San took me to a very powerful seer, because I wanted to stay in Japan and I was refusing to listen to his advice. She told me I would have to go back to the states, it was important my people needed me and there I would meet my sacred partner. Our meeting was too important and sacred to ignore our union; it is one of the sacred corner stone of life eternal. You will know her when you see her and not to worry things would work out, because this sacred one is six cycles and a couple of seasons younger. Worry not, all things are as they are to become. She too spoke of a trip west, south and north, we would travel until we received a summons to stop. Then we would know this place when we received a summons to come to the sacred placed prepared for us.

The first day after I returned to Los Angeles, I went visit friends at temple, only to hear the first words greeting me: She is here and in time, you will touch her. This one you will know, when you see her; and there will be no doubt or any reason to question. Your union is sacred, this you will understand after you enter the sacred place. I spend a couple of days there, before I visited my grandfather and the elders. While in Japan, I received many marital arts training and skills, added to rapid enhanced development of intuitive awareness skills. Enriched skills and nowhere to use them, unless I return to Japan or so I thought, until after I met with my grandfather Standing Bear, underwent a sweat and vision quest, grandfather and the other medicine elders, had much to say.

They confirmed what the seer in Japan had to say, word-for-word and concept-for-concept with the exception of the vision they received from the Great Spirit, revealing our Sacred Fathers betrothed us to each other long before our births. Then they received the message we would know each other when we saw each other and they mentioned a journey along the coastline from west to south and south to north and then we would know where to stop and the sacred place would summons us. However, for us to survive it was important for the two of us to come together. They completed the ceremonies with information they received from the Sacred Ancient Ones, about my future in the military and all the good I could do to help our people.

Red Sun:

Tell me then, dear sir, how did you know me when you saw me, and was that drop and plop a setup?

SunHawk:

You were beautiful wearing a beautiful, white brain tanned, buckskin outfit, decorated with beautiful bead and quillwork. What I thought breath taking beautiful was how the beadwork of the four-direction, look inside quillwork of the Red Sun radiating its beams in the form of a compass rosé. Your long black hair wrapped in ermine with red tights on one side and blue on the other, which I thought was strange, until my guides explained their reasons of why the red and blue wraps around the ermine wraps. She wears these because she is and has been in other lives and this one too, a very sacred, wise, and powerful spiritual warrior woman with strong spiritual medicine abilities. When I heard your traditional name, I realized why the Red Sun with the sacred connection to the four-directions.

When you told me you saw a Warrior with the apron of a War Chief, and later a Medicine Bonnet, says to me these are what have been and will be, but only our life journeys will say what really is truth. My grandfather has always said all spiritual paths are grey, and it is only how we live our lives and the spiritual path and direction of our life journey, what color or colors our spiritual energy will we activate, along with how we effect which direction others will follow because of our influences”

SunHawk goes into silent mood for a few minutes to speak with and hear what his guides had to say to him or assist with memory recall. Thoughts speaking aloud to his protectors:

Yes, that is correct, assumption and assumes, can be far from the reality of truth. Assuming can proves crippling, if we try to force prophecy to come true. For the two of us we assumed our original plan mixed with assumption meant to make a special journey of connection. We would have our answers when we saw sunrise and sunset, just for us to remember our special moments together.

Red Sun, we saw both the sunset and the most sacred sunrise within minutes of each other, and we will remember our special journey together. Our reality, we could never be sure when the opportunity for togetherness might be afforded us. Now I remember what my grandfather Standing Bear said, ‘Your sacred partner, you will know her when it happens, for it is a sacred union.’ However, what I assumed and what happened proved not the same, as assumed. Yes, the twelve sacred Chiefs and others summoned us to come and meet the Sacred Ones. We crossed beyond the veil into the sacred spiritual realm. In fact, I was not sure of what the term sacred union referred to actually, expect I had to trust I would now it when it happened.”

Red Sun to SunHawk:

We have another matter here; we became too tied up in the moment of countless activities, we failed to recognize our telepathic communications skills, along with our other spiritual abilities, we need to question if they were involved. You told me about your training with your grandfather Standing Bear that was a medicine man, the spiritual teachings and mind control abilities you learned in Japan, and other training you learned in the Dali Lama’s Temple with the spiritual warriors and more mental control and development. Thus, you can project mental pictures, influence thoughts, and emotions. You can even tricked people into accepting false experiences and believe.

SunHawk:

Nevertheless, my other half, Red Sun can you explain just how it is possible? Exploring our behavior prior to such sacred experiences, we both experienced within/between up to and on the bridge/walkway, which carried across the water to the floating island. Can you explain why we were both hand in hand so far from the blankets on our knees in the water when the darkness returned?

Red Sun:

“No, my sacred other half, SunHawk, I cannot. I have had plenty of spiritual journeys, vivid spiritual visitations, powerful interventions, and been summonsed across to visit with and stand before my Sacred Father and Mother, and in the presence of the Archangels, but never anything this powerful, vivid and real in all ways. In truth, nothing this overwhelming, before the twelve Sacred Chiefs aka Archangels of our People return us from within the eternal light, to our realm, and how long before we realize, we are on our knees, in the water with waves breaking over our heads, knocking us all around, but our hands remained fastened tight. The more we explored the various spiritual communications is physics related on one-hand, yet must as much if not more sacred on the other hand, at the same time. . . . “

In unison, we both received the same concept: “Spiritual and Universal Physics equals Quantum Physics; which is far greater than a large group can recreate, at this time.”

Red Sun:

Our great spiritual love gave us great respect for each other. The respectful distances we sat from each other, our hours of intense conversation, and how we always loved our various forms of communication and conversation . . . unaware of the world around us . . . when together. We missed the sun touching the horizon and the song of it falling below. Yet we witnessed, beyond imagination and belief, an incredible sacred light eternal and received an invitation to meet the Sacred Ones.

SunHawk:

Red Sun I received a look into the future and I heard myself saying the following words to you and giving thanks we had met and we had touched. The following is what I can remember:

You are the one who awakened the light in me, and brought the best out in me. Your touch at the skating rink delivered light sending away (dissolved) the anger, hurt, and pain, which had for too long been my worst enemy. You are my key to open passages way, put an array of pieces together, use applied logic skill, and develop theories given one or two possible scenarios: which the men in my unit and commander discovered over the course of the weeks and because of a series of events. Life behavior prior to . . . I would have acted first then thought up an excuse, afterwards. Instead of vicious interactive behavior, with you winds of change along with many seasons of increased creative spiritual power, inspired by our touch given us by the Sacred Father’s touch. After several weeks, I realized our touch equals the key to powerful interaction. Our sacred touch provides life with intuitive abilities to analysis first; plan actions and guidance depending on our sacred latent abilities. Yet, never allow oneself are bogged down in thought, when we fail to use our instincts. Same thing the Marine Corp and my grandfather had spent years trying to teach me, your touch turned into life realities.

Red Sun, the next morning on my way back to the base after Saturday’s night first touches; I received flashes of hallowed ideas and pictures of long missing connections gently flowing together. Doors, windows long locked, paths blocked, no longer blocked and life void of keys, you and I received matching keys, which unlocked our life journeys and sacred adventures, guiding us into the great light.

Second introduction of flashes revealed spirit separate vases void of sacred energy waiting for sacred life energies to awaken, heal, and instill sacred life eternal. They revealed we had long been broken pictures and separated because of struggles between others. What we did with our touch of togetherness, was awaken the deep hidden secrets. A secret coded energy signals the crystalline pieces, when correct energy crystalline meet they join, secrets awaken and turn two halves into a spiritual whole. Imbalance transposed into true balance.

Third vision began at rim sleep suggested what had been hollow/vacant our sacred touch made whole and/or repaired. They showed me an empty lake filled with dancing waters and two halves expresses the appearance of a sacred hallow glow.

SunHawk and Red Sun receive spirit communication:

Your inner-power stands strong and strengthens the others weakness and we stand strong with you to help you teach you to strengthen your weakness. You both with experienced the same intense connection and visuals, between each other, when you need to combine your sacred energies and abilities. We will supply more impressions of psychic impressions of thoughts and visions. We will supply you with the gifts to combine your strengths and abilities with each other strength, assist one another to be all each should be, for it is important you both do not live life in blindness, anger, or hate. Your bonding gives healing to emotional wounds across years of hurt and pain, each deep wound, and poison that had once touched our spirit, one lightning bolt connecting you to your sacred life, vanquished the darkness and ghosts within the eternal sunlight of the Sacred Father.

The spiritual night with us on the beach was a prelude to the beginning of many questions, waiting for many answers to our whys; you will receive explanations linked to your need to know and spiritual wisdom you need to know along with their importance. We cannot promise you two will spend many physical hours together but you will spend mental, spiritual and universal time together, now your touch was the beginning of eternal and spiritual bonding. No matter where the two of you are in the world, you are always connected. What might have happened if the Military Police had caught SunHawk out of the area and together, we made sure you were invisible to those that might have caused you problems, for you are under our protection? Court-martial need not interfere, only your eternal relationship heralds the Guardians’ protection and presentation during times of importance.

Remember, you both found it hard to comprehended more than a little slice of why we needed you two to be close until . . . Paradise Cove, the sacred light, marriage ceremony, sacred universal union ceremony, that took place on the Ceremonial Heart. Now that you have visited us do you understand?

Red Sun:

SunHawk for months, this Red Sun’s spirit-heart sensed a sacred spirit, he is traditional with spiritual medicine abilities and spiritual warrior skills, and visions showed this one inside a sacred red circle, all the while my spirit-eyes continued to see the power of many traditional warriors. The one in the center is a medicine warrior with long platinum blonde braids wrapped red broadcloth, tiger-eyes of many colors, solid muscular built and fair skin. You matched the description of Crazy Horse to the last line, born a hundred years too late and one hundred years too soon, his favorite opinion too, if my memory serve me right.

Yet you have the presence and style of Willie Nelson’s younger or twin-brother, including your love of western dress. Too thin and wirer to fit into the Kenny Roger category, which some people assume you might be, because of your platinum blonde hair and platinum whiskers. See I was listening when you were talking to one of your friends.

What you lack in outwards appearance your wit, intelligence, style, spiritual medicine warrior abilities and general all around skills, reached my spirit heart beyond physical eyes; which means I witnessed the truth from your guardians and your eternal spirit, with my spirit heart and eyes. What you reflect to others is what he or she needs to see, and comprehend. They see your spirit energy and light shining first, since your physical form is the canvas of what your spirit speaks and reflects; which can appear differently to different individuals observing you and/or what they need to sense. Your spirit speaks loud and shows everyone how handsome and bright your real spirit can shine. Your ability speaks louder, shines brighter, displays confidence and strong healing power; which confirms the true beauty of a person from the inside . . . outward. Grandmother M always said beauty come from the inside out and beauty is as beauty does.

SunHawk:

What an interesting combination of Crazy Horse, Willie Nelson, and Kenny Rogers, I am not sure if that is an insult or compliment. However, I sure would love to have some of their money, since I lost my singing voice when I went through purity. Even though with money comes strings and responsibilities and that is not my spiritual life training.

Red Sun:

Truth, SunHawk, many told me I would know him when I see him and there was no way I could deny we were not meant to meet, especially, seeing the true SunHawk’s spirit picture. Yet, I cannot help but wonder, if this I saw came from our eternal connection or the Sacred Ones and the Holiest of all our Sacred Father—Sacred Light of Eternal Enlightenment to all life forms and this Universe. Did you and your eternal spirit sense prior to my appearance and spoke loud in sacred universal language, to insure we meet.

Guardians painted for me the reflection of your true inner spirit. Spiritual vision painting and voices summonsed my attention towards, he who is the one, the sacred spiritual medicine warrior, wearing he complete traditional outfit showing what you had earned and who you are in eyes of the Sacred Ones Eternal, the one I could not take my eyes off all night, yes I kept looking for you at every turn on the floor.

Then your personality, glowed with amazing spiritual intelligence, combined with analytical skills of great importance: which includes a rare ability of sight beyond sight; great skills to guide, protect, and foresee who is where, alternate courses and plans to examine, paths to handle and what is important to review and what to by-pass. Your rare spiritual warrior skills are sacred gifts few spiritual warriors possess, they are gifts given to sacred spiritual medicine warriors, across many life times, it seems, or that is what my guardians told me when they were trying to get me to agree to speak with you. They did a lot of talking and painting a wonderful picture of you to me. Thus, all of what they showed me and said just happen to add up to a wonderful part of your Intelligence and your attraction to me, since intelligent is a major requirement in my life.

SunHawk interjects:

My current IQ factor the military records show between 280 and 320 depending on tests.

Red Sun grabs SunHawk’s hands and kisses them:

See what I mean enormous knowledge, awareness, and analytical skills. . . . Few geniuses possess practical application of abilities combined with spiritual medicine skills, resourceful mathematical intuition, and leadership talent to guide not control. Inspire people and get the best out of each individual. It is amazing how you have the knack to make people feel neither small nor insignificant . . . Instead you inspire and encourage inner-courage, strength and lift people in a manner, which enables them to awaken their spirits to inner-life and wisdom. You help them see inside and retrieve their natural talents, develop special hidden gifts and discover new skills. Okay, so these are things they either revealed in visions or took me on journeys to see, along with a lot of chatter. Truth, the guardians wanting to make sure I see you and understand you have been talking so much, they caused my ears to bleed.

SunHawk replies:

Hey, Red Sun, the time has come to get this conversation on track. You are still the same, not even n this lifetime have you changed a bit. Maybe it is a good thing I have the ability to lace conversations together. Yes, they showed me you have the bad habit of talking about three of four different branches of conversation, and subjects at the same time, and one could easily get lost. Yes, it is hard for most to follow all your different branches. Since our spiritual and mental connection, it is easier to ride your multi-tracks. After we touched . . . You do remember that touch at the rink—Right? Then you have fun analyzing conversation and so it is nothing for you to talk along the same lines of concentrations,

Red Sun taking time to think about SunHawk’s sarcastic comments:

I thing that brings us to this moment, are you trying to humiliate me with a backhanded insult masked inside a strange question or what? . . . Our hands touching with 480 volts of energy bouncing between us, it felt similar to receiving a bolt of life giving lightning. Definitely, not something one can forget. Do you think I am that dumb just because your IQ is 100 points higher than mine is, since mine is only around 168 to 180, depending on who is giving the tests? Reference to what . . . what was that I forgot about? Oh yes, hands touching, my sacred, eternal, spiritual husband, no I take that back I am not your property, I am . . . no we are to one another eternal, sacred, spiritual, eternal, and universal life partners,. The term husband and wife, is degrading I am not your chattel or personal property, we are eternal life partners, joined by the Sacred Ones, not just physical property or slave master, we are two halves to a whole and each one a key to life eternal. Going to investigate, our correct term for two-halves, life keys for universal/spiritual connections, between sacred medicine spirits and eternal partners, from which there is no divorce.

Partners, in truth, our true sacred universal life started when our hands touched, before that moment, spirits felt void and empty, a life void and empty of all emotions and heart sought the formula to awaken, but I only saw life in a dark hole. Touch connects and awakens us to sharing of visions, words, feelings, and experiences, daily. Strange how our unique connection did not make sense, considering you will or might be gone soon, to wherever, living another life or disguised for some black-ops assignments that are sometimes long. We both assumed we would not see each other again, after the first nigh and the first touch, but sacred guardians refuse for us to let go. Yes, I remember the touch.

[This is where communications of our joint memories turned interesting, and hard to clarify, evaluate, and recall who initiated or finished a word or words, sentence, or paragraph. Our personal interactive evaluation via communication of the numerous communications, visuals links, adventurous journeys, and sacred adventures, together of unique experiences. The only thing I can suggest is listen with your heart and experience it with us. This is where you could sense someone in the backroom listening to your conversations and decided to take over your conversation with their interactive holographic presentations.

So many conversations via spirit communications inside of and encircled by holographic interactive presentations; viewing past event concerns, influencing current, near present and future events. Outlining how certain events needed to change, if this world is to have a future or it will turn into a dead planet similar to Venus and Mars. From what I can remember, Archangel Gabriel transported us back to our assigned current forms to fulfill our current life assignments on this planet.]

SunHawk:

What time after how many cups of coffee? Look outside the shades of night had begun to take on the hues of early dawn. We should have already been across the mountain and crashed out. Right now, I am too tired; I need to get a nap, do you mind if we take a nap in the parking lot just above Santa Monica Pier.”

Red Sun:

No, it sounds good to me. I am not going to make a good passenger across the pass; I will be asleep before we get two miles and we do not have to be back to the valley until after 1600 hours. They went back to Vegas this weekend too, because they went there on business matters, to see about building a shopping center.

We pulled over in the convertible with the broken top; we could not get up, and went to sleep, in the front seat, embraced in SunHawk’s arm. When we awoke, three hours later around 0900 hours, we discovered we slept with our heads touching, and experienced the same adventure. We know we had just returned when a couple of surfers asked; “Where did, you two come from; you must be magic, because you were not here a minute earlier. You look like you were sleeping her all night.” By the time, we returned the parking lot was close to full with all the suffers and sunbathers.

What proved even more interesting we had received our first invitation to the Village of the Ancients . . . Sacred Overseers of the Traditional Peoples of the Red Nations? The Sacred Village of the ones that guide, inspire, and teach those who want and seek to learn, to help guide those who care hold true to the sacred traditions, which is also the home of the White Buffalo Calf Woman and the place where many other Ancient Elders continue their sacred spiritual connection to our people.

They say one picture is worth a thousand words, but our visual interaction journey and experiences were worth millions of words on several levels of comprehension and awareness. It is hard to count the many spiritual volumes, which amplified and enriched our spiritual intelligence and expanded our intellectual capacity to calculate, investigative, interpret, research and profiling on multiply levels. See things with intuitive logic combined with spiritual direction and understanding based on history, current conditions, and eternal implications. Yes, after our sacred experience of spirit/life, the Sacred Ones changed and enhanced our daily life adventures on countless levels of living. We went from living life on one level to living three lives actually on several levels, which we somehow lived all together at the same time. Amazing how this sacred union increased our responsibilities and duties almost overnight.

Time to head home, we felt there was any more urgent summonses, or spiritual visitors, we needed to expect after our introduction to the Village. This was also our last opportunity to skate a full session together as sacred life partners, we wanted to see if it felt any different. After all, we did meet at the skating rink that was the catalyst to one more purpose on our life journey, filled with many unexpected changes, which took us on a one-eighty to a much higher and more spiritual life journey. The following weekend he was some place in the jungle of Vietnam or Laos and assumed KIA, in truth, our union gave him strength and protection, for I was his shield.

If our conversation kept you, confused and uncertain about what was happening we were lost and not sure, if we wanted to accept the Decree of the Ultimate Sacred Father and the Highest of the Highest Council of Chiefs. We were both young and still had a life of discovery ahead of us. Yet, our guardians continued to chat in our ears daily and took us on spirit walks each, night. The guardians knew he like older women and this was a girl, too young for him and a real anchor to him. The rest of the time, the guardian had many ear burning chats in my ears daily, since I was not sure if I wanted a covert op, for a husband who loved his liquor and fighting at the top of a hat, when he was not skating. Okay the Sacred Father bonded us together, but I do not have to be with him or sleep with him.

SunHawk did not want a Court Martial with a child hanging around him, yet he found I was easy to carry conversation with on a much higher level than his older women were capable, since they were not of the same cultural background. However, to be fair I was the only traditional native woman, he dated since he left the reservation, and he did not expect me to come into his life.

Yes, we were both in the state of yes, acceptance and then in a state of denial the next minute. Bloody ears, the guardians bombarded us with information about our futures, the futures of others if we are not together, and the futures of many and our futures, if we are together. Next, they showed him what his future with Red Sun will be and what happens if you are not together. Guardians promised he would change and/or stop his bad habits with my love and support.

Trying to makes sense out of an even stranger visions when the ceremony began….

Sacred Father: This day I have chosen to unite you two in the most holy of unions.

The visions presented by his words proved very interesting. First, we perceived we were and are both life form and sacred pillars, standing together? Yet, the forms we perceived us to be, turned into much taller, amazing pillars of power in our sacred universal spirit than in human form. We learned our foundation rooted the sacred pillars of eternal life and union deep within the sacred island. We shared both the foundation and our sacred crown aka of the sacred gateway and portal to the sacred universe, for through us thousands of lives will be saved, for the Indigenous Native Peoples. The roof was a wondrous golden light of sacred energy, but at first appearance, one might assume it solid. The two had come together to prepare a sacred portal or gateway between sacred universes.

Secondly, this foundation is part of a sacred floating island, with a very beautiful archway, which stands on an island. We saw we were and were not the pillars and yet without our joining in sacred union there is no portal or archway, through us there is a joining of universes and nations, which somehow ended up separated. There must have been great violence or deception that blinded and block the sacred journey of the people. It is hard to understand why through our sacred union, we are the ones whose union can open up and heal, the gateway, which then joins two nations, which too long has been separated. Within these words, we realized, we had to accept, because of the sacred spiritual terms, and implications. Why us, why is our Sacred Universal Union and Union Eternal so important, why are we the only ones chosen to give forth the gift back to the peoples.

Leap-of-Faith

Leap-of-Faith

Demands Time and Presence: In the world of our Heavenly Father, things awaken and moved an avenue for us, when one money tight owner, surprised everyone when he decided to have a Grand Opening Triple Special Weekend. Starting Noon Friday August 4 thru Sunday August 6 until 0030 August 7, each day, jammed packed with triple sessions, and life entertainment each evening from 2000 hours to 0030. Purchase your tickets the first session on Friday August 4 or have someone purchase it for you, you will get a ten percent discount against the cost of nine special sessions. The owner and family’s first and only event of such great magnitude, especially when they hired a live band for the evening sessions, considering the owner and family had received instructive dreams to do this. They made an extra twenty-five-thousand dollars, after expenses. Considering the rink was only open for one session Friday evening and two sessions Saturday from 4 P.M. to mid-night, and no sessions on Sundays, which people took socializing advantage of and meeting new people.

Sacred Guardians played on Elinora’s greed, along with Glen Hunter’s desire to allow Red Sun some time to be free of Elinora. Glen Hunter knew he was only my earthly guardian not biological or adoptive parent, but still he realized I needed some freedom to be a teenager. Elinora was more of a prison warren and slave master, not guardian. Glen Hunter was always struggling against her plan to inflict pain and injury on people. A mother in name only, she lost their daughter by design to make Dark Priestess, first-born lost her lifeblood for others to drink, which someone in the cult revealed long after statute of limitations.

Our sacred guardians’ instructions regarding leap-of-faith arrived a few days prior to SunHawk’s birthday and we saw the banner the day of his birthday. The minute we read the banner announcing a rare three-day triple session . . . The voices of many in unison, “The time has come to take a leap-of-faith. When the reasons for all will appear, we will give you the steps to follow to ensure you can take and fulfill your leap-of-faith. Right now, you two need to consider if you accept our challenge.

To accomplish this requires extra duty for SunHawk and extra housework details for Red Sun. We will help talk Elinora and Glen Hunter into take a Vegas vacation. Use the idea that Elinora will have extra money to spend in Vegas, and possible even win big. Extra money to claim because of no baby-sitter and housekeeper cost. You will be safe if they allow you to do a sleepover during the special with a special friend of twenty-three, who enjoys skating and will watch after Red Sun just the same way Elinora does. This is the beginning of the plan for the three-days of triple sessions, which will help prevent complications; we will give you the rest of the details later.

We continued to enjoy every opportunity and minute together. Late in the evening, once we decided to arrange ways to follow their instruction, we enlisted Susan assistance. Susan was a skating partner of SunHawk and Red’s, in Glendale, whose husband is in Vietnam. Only after, we received instruction, to spend some time together, before SunHawk shipped out. Guardians: SunHawk, you need to find someone who will allow Red Sun and you and to sleepover, ask Susan. Okay, SunHawk put your covert-op training, into action; borrow DO NOT rent, a different car. You two disgust yourselves as the Cheyenne couple that’s Susan’s neighbor. Don’t worry; we will make sure Red Sun’s parents will accept her spending the entire weekend, at the Cheyenne couples place. On your way from base to Susan’s, change your appearance into one long redheaded female. Then when you leave Susan change from (one no hair man) to one with long black braided hair. Coming back use the wig of long, dark hair, suggestive of the Cheyenne couple, who wear their braids, wrapped even when they are skating.

He borrowed a red-wig, from a friend’s wife. Susan purchased the long dark black hair wig and braided to look similar to the Cheyenne neighbor’s hair. Truth, after SunHawk dressed up in female clothes, he made women jealous, especially those that recognized him. Why not, even I was jealous . . . female clothes and the way he applied make-up, SunHawk looked fantastic and incredibly sexy with a lean body, well-shaped long legs, great chest builders, and hairless arms, once he covered his throat, he looked female. The reason for the disguises, his classification, allowable perimeters for leave, Vietnam War, behavior investigations , and soon to be deployed; cast long shadows, over covert-ops and no one could be sure of what might require an emergency call up, travel time from point of leave to Twenty-Nine Palms, meant no more than one-hour. Even the roller rink his handler deemed outside the perimeters, because it was one hour and twelve minutes. Regardless, his handler never mentioned about our time together, yet we suspected/sensed and observed he/we had observers watching us. His handler my biological uncle were one in the same person.

The support team we enlisted had witnessed the sacred electric energy of spiritual lights flowing between. We could be acres apart, in different rooms, across the room in a large crowd, they could still observe the connection flowing, and they knew it was important for us to be together.

Consequently, he left his car inside the perimeter of leave boundaries, which is also, where he normally stayed, when on leave, to cause the observers confusion. (Mouse and Hawk, the hawk needed to hide from the mouse this time.) Red drove him over to Susan, where arrangements by our guardians had insured we had support to borrow a car; actually, we had an offer made to us for the load of a car. The three-night weekend turned into a four nights and five-day weekend, which assisted in the guardians’ plan (sleepover cover) from Thursday night to late Monday afternoon. SunHawk decided Susan could help him look sexy female clothes and she did, she loaned him her clothes.

Friday the four of us headed out to the rink in time to purchase the special early bird weekend passes, with (three-day) discounts and loan them to others to have them time stamped for us each sessions. Friday, we spent all three sessions at the rink, SunHawk changed appearance and disguises during each session, with four wigs, clothing, and one special make-up case: sexy female, gay transvestite, German to SunHawk and back to the German, with language and accent. We needed to see who might be following, if he disappeared. We knew what behavior to watch for; once they assumed he disappeared, or tricked them . . . they would panic. Red and Susan took off to eat, in his car and we rode home with the Cheyenne couple.

[Leap-of-Faith: This was the first time I had ever deceived Glen Hunter, but we had to follow a higher power, before SunHawk receives an assignment overseas and it was important (?) for us to spend some time together. Then the selfish side wanted to spend some special time together, even if it was just one day.]

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

First Meeting, First Touch, Sacred Connection

First Meeting, First Touch, Sacred Connection

Christmas vacation, of 1960, one extraordinary life adventure starts when SunHawk ask his friends to change roller rinks, from Glendale to San Fernando, since it was now wooden floors, he wanted to tryout, for an evening. Friends had been talking about the only completely remodeled and enlarged roller rink, in Southern California. This was the first time at this roller rink, since they always skated at Glendale’s roller rink. The new floor was great for speed and various specialty programs for skilled skaters. Fantastic for speed and backwards skating, and a good portion of each evening the owner programmed for specialty skating, which make for enjoyable and interesting evenings, from free styles dance programs, along with couple dance programs, and several backward styles. SunHawk in Glendale and Red Sun in San Fernando both enjoyed skating Friday nights and Saturday afternoon and evenings for several years.

Normally, over ninety-six-percent of the time my friends and I arrived for the early bird sessions and stayed until the rink closed. Unfortunately, this time we arrived late and had to pay double. Our third time in three years, we missed the early-bird special, by forty-five minutes. The early bird meant one lower price for both sessions and any other time one has to pay full price for each session. To qualify for the early bird, it was necessary for one to be in line at least ten minutes prior to ticket office opening. Normally we arrived thirty to forty-minutes early, and chat with friends. What really hurt, our friends and an others, were already inside skating, when we climbed out of the car. Late, because of a dysfunctional family’s violent tempers, drunk and demanding to get her way, and it was her time to drive. Her selfish persona left us to find alternate transportation to the rink; a drunken so-called mother became the real reason we were actually over an hour late.

Naturally, I was the last one in line to pay the cashier for the afternoon and evening sessions, when something or someone directed my attention to one interesting, male persona, uniquely dressed buck, already on the floor. A stranger, among hundred-fifty or more skaters on the floor every weekend, each of which we knew by nicknames, if not actual names. We had become a skating community that watched out after each other, and strangers stood out, but this one stood out without question.

Strange, why, would any Indigenous Native Warrior, decide to skate in his/her traditional ceremonial buckskin outfits, which is too traditional for here, considering how fully decorated with beads, hair and quillwork. Looking at his outfit, anyone could tell the danger he was flirting with. I can say what he was doing very dangerous for the skater and anyone skating close around him, with extra-long buckskin trailing on the ground behind him and around him.

Strange, but maybe the owner has a special show planned, can say this is the strangest character. Hey, maybe they have already had the show; time to ask the owner. Both sessions, please, after I slide my money through the hole, in the glass.

“Can you tell me, what you have planned, and what is going to happen tonight with that Indian guy, on the floor skating, in his traditional ceremony buckskin outfit and his braids, below his waist, wrapped in red? Are you planning some sort of a surprise show this evening, with an Indian dancing on roller skates?” The rinks cashier/owner displays, his real sour bad man face, when he wants to appear scary, when he snapped at my statement. “Indian, what Indian guy are you talking about?’ He was not a prejudice person, and most of the time he was a nice teddy bear, however, my words caught him by surprise.

“Out there on the floor, he is a bit over-dressed, for here, in tribal buckskins, unless . . .” Waving my hand towards the one in buckskins. “Right there the one on the floor dressed in brown buckskins, wearing a beaded apron, with his long braids wrapped in red.” The owner looked out on the floor hard and saw nothing so he shrugged his shoulders. I waved again, “Don’t you see him the one out there on the floor; he is not that hard to see?”

No matter how hard the owner and sons looked, they saw no one. Owner/cashier: “If he didn’t come through here how did he get in? I have bouncers, at each entrance and exist. The rink needs cross breezes in here until this place cools down. This was still warm weather in December, now, if someone let him in, they are fired. Unless, you are seeing a vision my wife sees them all the time.”

Their inability to see him and the owner’s abrupt answer caused me to assume, I saw what the Sacred Ones wanted me to see, a person overshadowed in a truth vision; which I realized, once eagle eye, could not ferret out what I observed. Intuition, instinctively gave me the explanation, this is the guardians’ way to a very strange, but effective introduction, and directive of must meet, the only sacred warrior on the floor in buckskins.

One buckskin skater of traditional Native birth and blood, with the appearance of Crazy Horse, on his way to war or a ceremony, if a hundred years earlier. Wearing a full war shirt heavily beaded and fringed, with painted bands on his leggings, and a long beautifully beaded, fringed, loincloth apron, too. The only exception he is wearing roller-skates instead of moccasins, with very long fringe swiping the floor.

Strange how not even my skating friends, cared to know about the dynamics of my life; they neither walked, nor lived by the same spiritual sounds of the sacred drums; nor were any of the girls of the same heritage. They all believed they knew everything they needed to know about Indians from the words of TV Cowboys and narrow-minded TV scripts. Truth, they all believed me strange, except when I spoke what I saw coming or assisting them in life direction and betterment.

Behind the scenes, after hours, behind closed doors, across telephone lines, unknowingly, I had in secret, become the peer counselor to countless students and their friends. No one would admit when he/she took my advice, they said nothing when things worked or not for them; which are among other reasons, is why their words only make me laugh. Even when I seek and answer from them, many times, they unknowingly provide the answers, not by what they say, but the absence of words, along with blank stares, expressed their real story.

Their blank stares, said they thought me crazy, when I asked them, if they saw the Indian in buckskins on the floor. “What is happening now, Red Sun, have you lost your mind? We have always considered you strange, but now we know for sure U…R strange. We would have noticed some idiot dressed like that here in the rink. Come girlfriends lets go skate and leave Red Sun to her imaginary Indian.” Off they skated making hand jesters of she is screwy in the head, pointing back to me, and laughing.

Guardians’ whispers touch my heart and ears:

Red Sun hear me my girl, you saw and a male warrior surrounded by light energy, revealing the wisdom and truth from your Father. No one else on the floor, including those close to him—witness what you experience. Does that tell you something? Remember, you are seeing a message from your Sacred Father. Remember, a few of your other experiences with sacred and/r spiritual energy patterns. Reach out with you heart and allow it to experience his sacred spirit.

Analysis your conscious memory and remember what we have been telling you: The one you are to marry, you will know him, when your eyes see beyond normal sight. Remember you will know him when you see him. When your spirit is awake and you cannot shake the visual of whom you are to meet. Then you will know him.

The Sacred Father told you, your true grandfathers bonded you to one another along before you arrived here. The one you marry is a Sacred Native Spiritual Medicine Warrior, a traditional native of the Red Nation; you cannot marry any other nationality. The one you join Sacred Union, we will summons you stand before me. No other so-called marriage will I accept, except the one I approve.

Question: Is not the one dressed in traditional buckskins dress, our introduction to sacred truths? Why else would guardians and the Great Spirit command your attention to a spiritual medicine warrior, of sacred guardian status? The one who is appearance is so close to that of Crazy Horse, he could be Crazy Horse.

Mental projection to from me to my Guardians:

Consciousness demonstrates an ego out of balance: What does this mean; we are not on the same spiritual level of sacred medicine power? Few have such skills and I am not one is he a sacred medicine man, to be?

Guardians in unison:

Red Sun, YOU are the daughter of . . . . You must make connection with him, only then will you understand.

What secret; I am the daughter of whom? Why did another stop you in midstream? You used the same strong matter of fact tones when you speak of our connection to the Elders, the ones who arranged our sacred union long ago. You tell me to go up to him and talk; he has been waiting for you, too (?). Explain your reasons, and the fathers’ spiritual reasons, for blindsiding both of us. Explain, please, whose reasons behind the whys, of and because of . . . all the pressure? Why are you demonstrating such urgency, of importance towards our meeting?

Surprise, Red Sun, plans change, time demands urgent connection, it is important for two-halves to become whole. Separate you are only half, and not as powerful, combined you two are a whole. One without the other one works, at full abilities or capacity.

Okay, guardians, but that still misses the mark. True, no one can deny his powerful presence. Yet, you know me, and you ask me to cheapen myself and speak with him, first? Wait . . . explain . . . . What do you mean I have been waiting for? I have not been waiting for anyone. Look at me I am just fourteen, extremely shy, and you expect me to start talking with/to him. You are telling my serious plans to become a nun, is changing. Finished lacing my skates and putting my things in a locker, it is time to go out on the floor and rehashed a number of visions, and communications prior to today’s events and analyzed how they might fit in with today’s observations.

Fine, grandfathers, you know my position, if a male chooses not to speak first, I choice not to speak with him, just because of the way boys are when a girl speaks first. There is only one other time I might make an exception, if their life is endanger, or they need help, which gives me the obligation to talk with them, without suggesting, I am flirting with them. Even then, they must make it obvious; they need and want my help. Besides guardians, if we are to meet–then our guardians—need to make something happen, as to how, when and where we meet. This problem, I will leave up to you.

Red Sun, do you understand the term, test the waters . . . This is what you are doing now. The plans of the Sacred Ones and Elders’ are important to many. You challenge us to make it happen, do you promise not to fight us and follow our instruction regarding you two? If we make it happen, will you accept the Sacred Elders will?

Reply became more than a little curt to the guardians and sacred elders: Yes, YES, I will accept the

Sacred Ones will and follow your instructions, if . . . . Conscious awareness clicks in . . . Wait a minute, review time before I say another word. Mind begins to rapid review over-and-over, various events, and conversations, not paying attention to floor conditions, or skating style or that the music had stopped.

Thoughts scream, I did it again, I just fell into their trap; they know how and when to extract my word, and make it my bond. Ouch, I did, I failed to realize their tricky ambiguity of double meanings to their intentions. Since what I assume, they mean, instead of what they are actually saying. What type of multiple implications, twisted in their words have I agreed to accept . . . this time?

During the evening, the warrior and I continued watching each other; interesting how he was always seemed to be close by, neither speaking, nor touching, just observing, and both unsure about . . . how to approach one or the other. Then three-fourths through the second and last session of the evening, the DJ called a backward specialty hour, with only skilled skaters on the floor, everyone else off the floor: which meant half or more of the skaters, would have to get off the floor. Considering many were still unsure of the floor and others not able to stand up (backward skating) aka Rexxing. When I looked around all of my so-called friends, cleared the floor, and went to gossip, and this becomes the night that ends our friendship too. None had said a word to me since they implied I was crazy for seeing a warrior, six hours earlier.

Approximately twenty minutes before the Rexxing session ended, which was also the last session for the evening, a series of events occurred, which in retrospect felt staged, to bring two halves in contact with their other-half, or eternal life partner, in an honorable way. Backward in motion, I looked behind me forward, only to discover SunHawk, weaving in and out, between and around skaters, closing in fast, with only a couple of skaters separating us . . . . Heart pounding in my ears, watching SunHawk’s glowing face looking straight at me, I began to pray: Somehow, some way, if we are going to meet, make something happen, now, or forget trying to bring us together and I will be able to become a nun. What I did not hear or recognize, behind me from that point on, was the sound of bodies slapping the floor and falling over each other, a twenty-eight body pile up, with more to drop.

Our pray projections can receive fast answers: Each answer came filled with many plays on emotions and psychic phenomenon. Continuous thoughts about the other began to overpower our every thought. Guardians’ refusal to let up clouded our reasoning and judgment. Looks we transmitted between each other, continued to grow and became more involved, than either had experienced, prior. Distractions, creates a strong loss of focus towards blinding conscious recognition of environments, beyond one to the other. Distraction overrides and disconnects alertness; which also jammed our radar.

Skater’s radar is important, for it can help one sidestep injuries and major entanglements. Jammed radar and pride, can lead to some real injuries, to ones pride. There is great truth in pride cometh before the fall; and we just knew, without a doubt, we could handle anything. We failed to pay attention to our current environment: which then quickly drops two arrogant skaters on skaters, with a little help. Neither of us had fallen, at any rink in over eighteen months, which had become part of our mystique, to others. In truth, it had become easy to feed into skaters’ mighty egos called arrogance.

First one tapped to lose her arrogance, Red Sun, then SunHawk was tapped to lost his, too; considering more than thirty bodies flopped, plopped and dropped, and within three or four seconds, creating a huge pile up behind and under both of us. The accident goes beyond a quick fall and pop-up, which is embarrassment enough, but this time it required untangling many bodies. Truth, our eternal spirits recognized, that which we were missing, and they become determined to reconnect.

Our Excuse to all our friends afterwards: Spiritual lessons came to teach us a few good lessons about humility; besides the strange and painful things can happen once one drops ones alertness radar. We still needed to get use to the new floor, since this was the first night of the redesigned and renovated rink. The music vibration piped in under this new wood floor has a learning curve. (Not sure many believed us, since we had been skating all night.) We have not learned the different sounds and feelings of people slapping this new floor, beyond the music. What’s more, the accident happened to close to react, (definition: not enough time for sensory perception to react and get us out of the incident). After all, the accident did not happen far enough from us to give us the opportunity to bypass or jump over, without doing serious harm to others and self, as well. In truth, it is better to drop and plop than to require an ambulance or other medical care. (Okay so it sounded good at the time and no one was going to believe the truth.)

Secret trickster deployment: Who would believe this was an orchestrated (drop and plop) with so many on the floor, because the warrior, saw he sworn warrior woman bride, in many visions. (The drop and plop skater, I would soon discover, arrived in the same car with the warrior. Plop and drop, a well-known trick skater, at his skating rink in Glendale. Coupled with the fact he was one of the warrior’s four longtime friends, I was to meet.)

Military tactics included strange maneuvering, while guardians assist with plot intervention, by redeploying behavior of three skaters in close quarter action, which presented two warrior/skaters, with no options. Guardians calculated our collision: for full body contact, accepting each other’s hand, linking eternal spirits, turning two-halves into a whole: which means bonding of our sacred eternal lives and eternal spirits.

Question: Why, what is so important for one sacred warrior and this Red Sun, to come together and join our lives in sacred lives union? “Bum Luck, the floor requires one to preform new calculations and modifications for adjusting to the rinks new environment, thus no one else felt bad about falling a few times, this evening.

Interesting sensation of bodies tangled up, invited the thought of, so this is what a football carrier experiences, when toppled, trapped and trampled, at once, from all directions, below and above, with nowhere to go and unable to move. The warrior’s trap of drop and plop, ended up heels overhead on the one he needed to meet. Interesting, how trapped this Red Sun, actually became until the warrior gets up and blocks other from falling over across either of us. Hand stretched, smile reflects life, and eyes summons connection.

“Oh hello, do you enjoy being down there or would you accept my hand?” Two hands touch, for the very first time, and the universe sings, wonderful powerful sounds, energy amplifies, enlightens, and stimulates recognition of spiritual love, connection, and eternal oneness. Universe awakens and embraces us once our hands touch; our life it turned into a sacred connection before our eyes connect. The connection becomes so strong, the energy floats my body upwards to stand before the warrior, for we realized we were spiritually connected. Once our eyes connect we come unsure of where this transformation decides to transport us, either/or some place inside or beyond the roller rink, maybe some place within the spiritual universe. Aho, what a marvelous lesson, once we returned to our current environment; we began to assume this our greatest spiritual interactions, we might every experience.

Spirits sacred touch, bounces several times passing back and forth through connected hands to our feet, up though our heads, then crossing between our hands and doing the same bounce and each time getting stronger. The energy of spiritual union, races across our hands and throughout our physical and spiritual beings, four times, which to connect eternal spirits to physical souls. While the very same moment, this sacred energy reaches far into the sacred universe defining physical/spiritual interpretation: which bonds our eternal hearts, one to another.

Linking spiritual energies with life eternal: two bodies, two spirits, and two minds, that think as one but separate. Turning two hearts into a whole, which linked us in a higher spiritual manner: Life truths, neither spiritually nor logically appreciated the purpose or reasoning behind the sacred touch for a couple of weeks. We still questioned why the urgency, since we failed to understand, until sometime later, considering their time reflections of life and time our different from ours.

Once the rapid magnetic flow of the energy finished our spiritual connection, we regained our ability to move and talk. “Hi, my name is SunHawk.” “Okay, my name is Red Sun.” We continued to stand in place hand-in-hand until one of SunHawk’s friends suggests, we start skating or get off the floor. SunHawk, “Luck of the drop and plop, gave a special couple, skating the opportunity to finally meet the last ten minutes, before closing, why are you dress in white buckskins. The world seems right, as if we have always been together.”

We failed to recognize our spiritual bond, meant something far greater, than two persons joining hands, their first time. Nonetheless, knowing our guides and guardians we would soon understand all the reasons of why and what really happened between us, as some time in the future, in their time not ours Six months later, we finally, experience the why behind the words of . . . (you two need to meet now, this night, not some future day in time). Six months, and a couple of days later, during our short courtship, the guardians slowly unfold their what-for and whys of sacred importance. Universal connection began prior to our way of speaking, and our eternal life connection began the moment our hands touched, in an amazing way, we were flooded with universal life force energy.

Across the same short six months, give or take a few days, we became hard fast wonderful spiritual strong friends, not lovers. While we both continued to probe for answers to our questions: beginning with spiritual whys for and to: our amazing universal sight beyond sight connections, and the secrets behind the Sacred Ones determinations. In addition to our newly enhanced consciousness; new spirit-to-spirit with each other and our sacred guardian connections, filled with many newly acquired gifts. Unique spiritual medicine warrior connection, which supplies sacred powers to awaken and strengthen past, present and multi-skills connected to our traditional/cultural and spiritual lifestyles. It is hard to say if our touch provided the increase source of energy to enrich our life forces or did we connect with the spiritual ones or did we give to and receive said gifts from each other or a combination of eternal spirit and sacred universal energy.

Our time together was limited, to only a few days each month, since his classification was covert operative. The other obstacle SunHawk a few months shy of twenty-one, and I was always six and a quarter years younger. For this reason, we felt it was wise not to kiss or touch hands except during skating couples. After the first night, we assumed we understood what the Sacred Ones and the Great Spirit decreed. We had to face a few problems, considering our social norms, spiritual standards, government laws, differ from universal laws and standards were definitely two different viewpoints and standards.

The decrees’ of Sacred Ones, objectives and directives combined with traditional cultures are many times in direct opposition to 1960 laws and opinions of both church and state and seems to be growing farther apart. It is hard for anyone involved in dogma church to state and state to church to accept honest, sacred, spiritual decrees. To them only the Pope or Leaders of Churches can speak with and receive visions and instructions from the Sacred Father, Saints, and/or Sacred Ones. Those who have the gift of spiritual awareness and do live their lives in a traditional/spiritual/cultural ways of the Indigenous Red Natives can understand and accept the directives and assignments given them by the Sacred Ones, since there is no real veil that blocks are reception.

Years prior to 1960 until current day: social norms, religious standards, social structure, and laws have taken on the conditions similar to crossing the Great Divide and the Grand Canyon. This same struggle is what we realized we were up against, forcing us to walk several different and dangerous paths between spiritual culture and other social and political standards—not an easy journey to accept and travel.

Sacred Decree for/to Sacred Spiritual Medicine Warriors to walk many paths and no matter how many paths, these two via an accident by design, in a sacred way, become two-eternal spirits united. SunHawk’s military career a must, for reasons, the sacred elders of the tribe, medicine elders of the tribes, received from the Sacred Father, Great Spirit aka Holiest of the Holiest, the Sacred Ones and Archangels aka Highest of the Highest Chiefs had defined our futures we had to meet and get to know each other. Our futures, defined sacred spiritual medicine warrior, and teacher: Once this happened, our guardians never let up, making sure they continued with the bonding. We lived in three worlds for years, through each other’s eyes, keeping our spirits in continual contact. All senses enhanced our sensory experiences on all levels of sight, sound, and thought, daily activities, even down to sensing temperatures (internal and external) of the other not by choice, we even sat in on and experienced each other’s classes and activities.

Our lives aka basic mental and spiritual universes traveled together daily, our interactions combined cultures, energies and awareness of the others life lessons; in addition to our spiritual teachings and sacred wisdom. We learned the sacred rules of living from lessons the other learned and/or experienced, which enhanced our understanding. What we found astounding came by way of our physical/spiritual closeness; neither space nor togetherness, we need not touch, have eye contact, or verbal communication, what really mattered our spiritual oneness, for this had become our time of universal and eternal bonding.

The physics behind the activation of SunHawk and Red Sun’s eternal infusion, connection and blending of sacred eternal spirits, began with verification of spirits by transmitting spiritual energy. Love at first touch unified and established awareness of our true universal connection. This empowered the rest of our guardians to choreograph, maneuver, and orchestrate events to ensure a strong union.

Darn we even slept together, in spirit, long before we slept together in physically. Our union of sacred life forces provided added strength, on all levels, including spiritual eyes to our hearts and minds. In the times of emergency or in times of necessity, we came together, as one heart, one mind, one spirit. We received a sacred talent to combine our spiritual and physical strengths and spiritual abilities; which then energized and quickly activated and connected our active interaction within the spiritual world of our relations and guardians for even more support and guidance.

The first event and the subsequence events that followed, created many questions about the purpose of our spiritual connection, along with what next? What range of assignments and objectives did our guardians receive to assist with training activities? Even more interesting, how they arranged various events so we could meet, and spend time together. They instructed on how they wanted us to handle our activities, they even went so far as to set dates, times, and places for our meetings.

They directed our life on numerous levels to make sure we continually strengthen our universal, cultural, spiritual, and personal bonding with each other and spirit. We felt akin to undertaking a major assignment, or some part of a very important project, for whatever reason or reasons condition lied before us. It did not take us long to realized the first and all the corresponding action involved countless futures.

Guardians ran interference, with two personalities involving a unique balancing act to guard against and prevent trouble. Sometimes, what creates trouble here is not in harmony with what His Our Heavenly Father decrees; however, if we were careless everything including SunHawk could be in jeopardy, beginning with a court-martial for even speaking with Red Sun, a minor, more than once or twice.

Due to countless consequences, we would always meet at the roller rink or SunHawk would come to my home and we would talk to each other, with a wall between us. Beside an open window, faces, and forms, hidden behind silk drapes and evergreens, which became the lines we refused to cross thus we prevented pictures that could put us together. . . . In this manner, we hoped to prevent compromising pictures, because spiritual connection and mortal connection are on different levels, and our eyes or hands never touched beyond the roller rink, leaving others in a position they could only surmise. Especially, behind bushes, between sheer drapes,

Nevertheless, one would think the military our biggest concern, one would think . . . . The biggest challenge of all came from one more dangerous and more deceitful to any and everyone around her, she could/would blackmail or destroy: One extremely demonic, grandiose, narcissist, sociopath, who for a couple of decades continued to practice the darkest of the dark arts, thus one so dangerous no one dared trust. The deceiver sold her eternal life and soul to the Devil; she had since anyone could remember worshipped Satan, and killed her first born to become his bride and goddess. The one, who falsely declared, she was my mother, considering I was not her natural, foster, or adoptive child, not even a mother in name only or behavior. The child Red Sun she receives big money for holding me secretly under her roof.

Her hatred for Red Sun her charge who is a burden, the girl child she catergoizes in the same catergory with girl child she gave birth to, and killed so she could become a Goddess in her Neo-Nazi Devil Cult. Twist in her mind convinced her, any child in her live, robs her of her youth and sexual appeal, then she needed to sleep with men to sustain her sexually appeal and appearance, since she was a psychic vampire, too. The same demonic believes furnished her with the utmost of pleasures, in inflecting pain and injuries. Thus, Elinora’s dark believes gave her permission to do everything possible to destroy Red Sun. Especially, when she perceived she could inflict on the eternal lives of many (material/spiritual) suffering injuries. Destruction of one could actually create cascades of countless effects against generations of individuals and families and undermine the social of many nations.

Hard to understand why Elinora stood-up very tall when she declared, “I am the original, most destructive and dangerous Bad Seed and the spawn of Satan.” Pain and suffering she declared beautiful and thought nothing about holding a knife to someone’s throat to get what she desired. Destruction, via a creative combination of blackmail, corruption, and destabilization, in addition to mutilation of personal and collective believe systems, spiritual concepts, spirituality, philosophy, intellectual intelligence, and psychological. She enjoyed her two main targets Hunter, and Red Sun, which bleed out into the community and helped harm and/or destroy many communities.

Elinora’s harsh reality and greatest love walked in the realm of darkness, what increased her dark powers, came in the form of denigration, humiliation, and ruination of others, (families, lives, souls, and futures,) however, her greatest strength came when she caused death. Darkness feeds on the pain and suffering or others, which she feed on and gained demonic energy. Once someone has turned to the darkness they cannot receive life regenerating spiritual energies, which continually causes a demonic drive create the type of energies can feed on conflicts, pain, sufferings, rapes, killings, and/or the destruction of innocent life force energies and the flowing blood of others.

Elinora continually needed new victims and the pain of suffering on children helped keep her strong, while the more pain and confusion she inflicted on her male victims the more sexually aroused and perverted her passions and pleasures grew. She loved robbing people of their love and innocence; thus her desires and passions, translated into raised levels of demonic behavior and destruction. For years, her greatest pleasure was destruction of people by the use of half-truths, mind games, play on words, and doing everything possible to inflict psychological pain, while she tried to get Red Sun to travel on her level.

If Elinora could destroy Red Sun’s happiness, she could reveal in her satanic persona, twisted figures, which included her aura of demonic dark attraction passions, combined with a tongue of many serpents, and eyes of red, the entire time her dark spirit dances one of many short-lived victory. Now you understand why our guardians had to work overtime to deflect demonic interference. Nevertheless, the Sacred Ones had plans and they were not going to accept or permit her to get in the ways of their plans. This time the Universe’s plans were too important for the forces of darkness to get in their way.

The more Elinora could find ways to destroy Red Sun’s happiness, life or future, the greater her demonic happiness. The more destruction of lives, personal, and conditional the more Elinora could upgrade her satanic status, thus increasing her demonic power and influence. In her twisted way of thinking, she worshiped her God Satan, for he has all the power not the Sacred Ones. She worshipped the demonic powers, she received, and his influences over her behavior made all things in her life possible, if she disrupted, destroyed, and robbed people of their happiness and life. Remember, the psychic vampire, needs to continue to rob people of their live and life force energies, once she caused people heartaches or undermine their happiness she gained power and energy for a while, but she was always on the hurt, to keep her youth and energy.

She loved the dark side so much she killed for the demons, and was always trying to get me to follow her. She figured her greatest power came from her demonic lover and husband, Satan. Her aura of demonic dark attraction passions, combined with a tongue of many serpents, and eyes of red, the entire time her dark spirit dances one of many short-lived victory, proved countless challenges. Now you understand why our guardians had to work overtime to deflect demonic interference. Nevertheless, the Sacred Ones had plans and they were not going to accept or permit her to get in the ways of their plans. This time the Universe’s plans were too important for the forces of darkness to get in their way.

BackStory of Sacred Decreed Meeting

BackStory of Sacred Decreed Meeting

Manifest Destiny no such thing. Life is set neither in Stone Destiny nor in Direct Line Design. Only Sacred and Spiritual truth says: Life is a Circle filled with Assignments combined with Simple to Primary Objectives & Prime Directives. Nothing in Life is set in Stone but fluctuates more along the line of water highs and lows, the changes in weather and our environment . . . . Unless . . . the Sacred Father of Light Eternal who is the Highest of the Highest and/or Our Great Spirit, Sacred Guardians, and Sacred Ones—All Decree and/or Agree:

Our sacred meeting fell under the classification of a Sacred Decree. This report is what happened when it became important for the vital coming together of SunHawk and Red Sun. In truth, the full Declaration of the Decree I am not sure of except for the following excerpts: [Remove all obstacles for they will come together . . . make it happen before her 15th year . . . . No matter where or how, just give us assurances you will make sure they come together.]

To our surprise, the Sacred Father of Light and Life Eternal, and Sacred Mother Eternal, in combination with the Great Spirit, and the Most Sacred Ones all agreed with the Proclamation of a Sacred Union. However, because of fluctuations and freewill certain things occurred that knowingly or unknowingly wanted to prevent our coming together. So how much required resetting is impossible to determine, but it did become important to reset destination, directions, and point of encounter. Events, which unknowingly changed certain possibilities decades earlier, required a major fluctuation change to assure the spiritual union of SunHawk and Red Sun and if things were set in stone, we would not have met this lifetime.

How many guardians and Sacred Ones had to reevaluate carry out a few decades of interventions to insure our destination objective? Thus, the conditions and events under which we met began unusual enough, but the way we were married, was highly unexpected, unusual, and filled enlightening spiritual connection. I pray the people, who do not understand traditions, the old ways, or the ultimate Sacred Father/Great Spirit ways and powers will still be able to experience the multi-layered conditions and historical connection beyond this is a cute story.

In truth, I sense it might take a few reads, for one to comprehend all these encounters provide, since there are a series of special gifts of enlightenment and lessons to all who read, review, and study this beyond the first reading. These events took the two of us many days and hours of review to become acquainted with and absorb all the different bundles of environments, events, and conditions: each unique beyond imagination, packed with new gifts of positive spiritual connections along with spiritual enlightenment and knowledge.

Nevertheless, not all individuals who have experienced the power of the Great Spirit and/or Sacred Ones will comprehend, everything with just one reading, either. One of the more powerful combination of spiritual physics, quantum physics, sacred powers, leaving us to analysis a series of autocatalytic events and the truth about our universe of material and spiritual interconnections. Please, take the time to sense, interact with and analysis our entire adventure, which has the gift to provide higher traditional awareness meanings, enhance spiritual knowledge, and provide new illumination regarding our spiritual relationships. Although certain personage has crossed, these are actual, true events not fictionalized or enhanced in any manner.

Long before December 1960 and the grand re-opening, every skater in over 100 miles wanted to see the new roller rink, which the owner had closed of remodeling, and claimed it was going to be the faster floor around, which he closed August of 1960.

Truth, in of the only roller skating rink teenagers hung out at in San Fernando, California and one unlikely place for SunHawk and Red Sun to meet. Main reason the rink was too far from Twenty-Nine Palms Reservation, and outside the approved radius, for any Marine stationed at Twenty-Nine Palms, when on a weekend pass during the Vietnam Era. SunHawk, a gung-ho Marine Corp, dedicated to living life hard and dying young. A Sioux who wanted to move back to Japan, as soon as, possible because of the acceptance he experienced in Japan and the hatred he experienced in the US. SunHawk an agent without . . . a name, past or present, only military ID number, and did not want to get married.

We both had defined plans, equally adamant about our life directions, and not allowing anything or anyone to get in the way of our plans. Besides, SunHawk was close to completion of intense military intelligence and deep cover covert operation training. He also had less than twelve months left, before he could return overseas, and live.

For a number of reasons if one miss step we faced extreme jeopardy: Manmade laws and opinions have no influence when it comes to his decrees, meaning we both faced dangerous conditions when we met. Example:

  1. SunHawk and friends were thirty-five miles, out of bounds.
  2. SunHawk was almost twenty-one
  3. I had just blown out fourteen candles on a birthday cake, six-weeks earlier.
  4. Neither one of us wanted anything to do with the opposite sex, except maybe a brother/sister friendship, and nothing more.

Oops, forgot, Red Sun, at ten years of age decided to become a nun, since I also wanted to serve the my Sacred Father. No men in my life please, once I get out of high school, it is straight to a convent and dedicate my life to my father. Thus, my thought about males: Do not want one, not looking for one, nor did I want male complications, in my life. In fact, I had never really kissed a boy. Well, such were our plans, until our literal heels overheads falling on each other.

The Challenge: Whose will is stronger? The Sacred Father and all the Sacred Ones must have smiled and pronounced even stronger, our plans were not going to be the way, we assumed, but the way they dictate. You think, you will fight us and win, ‘Sorry our will—SHALL BE DONE’, only then will all of us win. Forget freedom of choice and freewill in regards to this matter SunHawk and Red Sun; you will obey and honor our order.

Still other dangers faced the guardians and us too; they realized the critical time for our sacred union was too close. They had little time to enrich consciousness, subconscious programming, awaken or re-awaken total spirit life awareness; influence dreams, and add new programming for material and spiritual balance. Even more important connect and/or awaken our traditional/cultural values for acceptance of our universal and spiritual responsibilities.

Thus, spiritual cleansing, before they could enrich our indigenous life connections, recognition of our oneness, sacred traditional lifestyle personalities, thinking, and opinions. If not in balance and harmony, everything would fall apart, including his military performance and spiritual abilities. Our union had more purpose than imagination could crate and assume. The future of countless lives and generations were also at risk, if the guardians could not get two individuals together. Part of the programming helped to adjust the vibration rates SunHawk and Red Sun to flow in harmony with one another, during our sacred meeting. Yes, even guardians, experience stress, when they must insure and guarantee a harmonious coming together of two Spiritual Warrior personality types, (SunHawk and Red Sun), to the Sacred Ones.

Subsequently it became important to choreography, an original mind-blowing production for positive recognition: which confirms and insure realization and acceptance of—eternal partners. Decrees seem to transport the standard love story above-and-beyond normal into area of unique, creative, and thought provoking transform adventures. Yes, different since the Sacred Ones decree a sacred union, far beyond any traditionally arranged marriage, or normal union. Yes, a Sacred Union approved by my Sacred Father and all the Sacred Ones is enormously atypical and overwhelming. Intimidating, knowing besides the Sacred Father, there are certain Sacred Ones, Elders, and guardians you darn not say “NO” to, if you want to have any peace and harmony in your life; considering, they can make one’s life a living nightmare.

Now that you have an idea of the backstory it is time to take the journey and see the way mortal life and spiritual universe can sometimes have some very different opinions and

Please, take the time to sense, interact with and analysis our entire adventure, which has the gift to provide higher traditional awareness meanings, enhance spiritual knowledge, and provide new illumination regarding our spiritual relationships. Although certain personage has crossed, these are actual, true events not fictionalized or enhanced in any manner.

If you chose to take this journey, I can say truth has reached new heights, you will discover transformation, teleportation, witness personal experiences with quantum physics, and spiritual physics You can also gain insight into a few of the sacred universe’s connections, during a visit in the sacred spiritual world of the Sacred Ones, and the Sacred Father and Mother. We also had conversations with Archangels, Sacred Mother, Highest of Sacred Chiefs, in addition to some other interesting experiences after they summonsed, SunHawk and Red Sun, to stand before them.

Mother Abigail Raven aka Abbey Unconditional Love

June 9, 2010 @ 1530 hours, this day Abbey crossed and I cried out of love and compassion. I cried out of love because I know how much she really wanted to get well and stay. I had felt the pain in her heart and the great love she had for all of life. I cried for her lose and for her suffering the last few months, it hurt me to watch her suffer and not be able to play anymore with her daughter. Then, when the time arrived, it cut me deep to call for the vet to come and help her cross. However, he could not come (he had been her vet from cradle to grave), and he broke down in tears making it impossible to drive, so he sent some techs. Abbey did not fight because she was ready to go, and she knew it was time. Angels are guardians who watch after the sacred children and take them home, too.

June 6, 2010 @ 1530 hours, I witnessed an angel kneeling beside Abbey talking to her and comforting her. Within minutes, Abbey went outside after not being able to walk all day and her daughter followed her. They talked together for a while and then Abbey went to lie under the oak tree in our yard and her daughter Sha-Dra stood guard beside her mother. The two of them stayed outside until the sunset, with Abbey listening to the birds, enjoying the cold breezes and all the beauty of a beautiful spring day. The ravens came and sat on the fence in front of her with the robins and finches singing from the many bushes and trees, surrounding Abbey. They all continued to sing many wonderful songs, to Abbey, until she decided to come inside.

The first day when I wanted to call her in before the sunset, when she explained to me her just wanted to enjoy the rays of the sun, the wonderful smells of crisp spring afternoon and the beauty of sunsets, because soon she was not going to be able to enjoy the sacred beauty of life. Then who can deny a great a friend the pleasures of life, when you see the light of happiness, shining bright al around them, accompanied by a wonderful smile and a head held high. Thus, I allowed her to lie outside each afternoon, with her head held high and a smile on her face. This continued for about seventy hours, and the last two hours thing changed and I realized, which angel had come to visit.

Abbey’s body is tired and she hurt too much to for me to ask her to stay so I gave the Angel permission to take her, although I realized I would have to call the vet, so I ask them how I would know . . . . She will get up and go lay in the grass where she has not laid before and she will not get up. That is when you will know her time is here and you will have to call the Vet. Hour seventy and thirty minutes from the angel’s arrival, Abbey got up left the patio and laid in the grass under a couple of boats, in the yard. [A place she had never laid before.]

In truth, became was easy to recognize once she collapsed; she was bleeding internally, physical strength no longer, neither capable of standing, nor waling, only slightly capable of raising her head to sing her crossing song. Abbey was a 110-pound dog, who was a gift of love, to her other guardian and caregiver, who loved her more than his heart could speak, wanted to collapse  when he saw her on the ground trying to stand and her head wobbling. He grabbed some towels for a makeshift sling Abbey then partly carried and dragged her onto the patio out of the rain and placed her on her outside dog bed to get her off the ground, while I called the vet. Twice she appeared on the verge of crossing while, he was trying to get her on the patio. We could not allow her to cross wet and covered in grass, so wiped her down, get all the grass off made sure she was dry, brushed her coat,  and then we covered her with a blanket, since she was not making any of her own body heat.

WE, three, waited for the vet, Sha-Dra her daughter, along with her two human charges, while Abbey let her daughter, know how much she did love all of us, and gave each of us one last kiss, but she had to go. When the vet techs arrived, they almost wanted to cry, but bite their bottom lip instead and prepared her shot. Abbey watched, with relief in her eyes, and acknowledged she was ready by acceptance of the injection without any objection and she kissed the vet tech, too.

It was important I stayed with her, so I placed my hand on her head, at some point I could feel her spirit takes it sacred journey, and ascend. Then I heard the words her heart has stopped, what do you, want us to do with her collar, we kept her collar. Interesting, before they spoke I could feel my spirit ascending with Abbey, since the angel agreed I could take the journey partway with her, which does leave one physically  weak, and disorientated during the journey. It was interesting trying to walk, when your spirit is on a journey, ones spirit fully returns.

It is hard to say how many times, in the last week, we told her we loved her and she would always be part of our lives, because her wonderful spirit and love taught us so much. Strange fact, by the time the vet techs arrived and Abbey crossed, it was seventy-two hours to the minute, when the angel first appeared by Abbey’s side and sheltered Mother Abigail Raven aka Abbey, with her wings.

The Journey

The journey is a sacred trip we take, when we cross, and one was no less sacred than the next, animal, or human. Now I want to report to all of you she is happy and in a good place, but she is not a four-legged now, but rather an Elder. Twelve Grandmothers came visiting me last night, within seconds of turning out the lights and lying down, to let me know Abbey was a sacred grandmother/elder/angel who had come to teach and observe me. What they said confirmed what I had sensed, a guardian angel, who chose to come observe, and guide those she could, during her current journey.

Still awake, I witness the grandmothers standing in a circle and inside the circle was great spiritual power of sacred golden light so bright, if the sun actual it would blind those looking at it. One Grandmother stated: We are working with her to help her regain her sacred spirit light and form. We need to make sure she releases any sensation of pain and her physical form.

No matter what I tried to sleep, it was not coming, and then, early morning around sunrise, I received a very powerful, amazing, and wonderful message . . . . They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

They carried me to a path, I followed the path to a door, and through the door, I went, into the sacred light, I stand, into the sacred light I stand. Into the sacred light, I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal life I stand, with the sacred light of eternal life I stand. Within the sacred light of eternal love and life I stand, within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand.

Within the light standing inside the doorframe, of sacred eternal golden light I saw a female form with very long black hair, bathed in the sacred golden eternal light. Just before she completes the last phrase of the four verses . . .  within the sacred light of eternal love and light I stand . . . she enters into the eternal light and disappears. However, after the second verse, I had to get up, speak, and repeat the phrases and verses, I could remember them word for word, and let others know about part of the sacred journey. After she disappeared, the twelve grandmothers told me when they prepared her for the journey and she has adjusted well to her return.

The grandmothers promised they would bring her to visit after her period or readjustment, so I could see her true form, while they hinted the sacred elder was also a Sacred Grandmother to the People and my grandmother, who wanted to spend some time with the granddaughter she never had the chance to know. Yet, they also explained they were also here to help me, and to help the people. Considering, the time was for my sacred journey to begin.

Note: [Mother = a woman who acts as the parent of a child to whom she has not given birth … Abigail = resourceful woman … Abbey = Religious foundation … Raven = Wolf]

[Maybe I should speak here and let everyone know I have crossed over six times, myself, and a couple of them, just happened to become the toe tag crossings. In addition, to temporary death summonses, angels/guardians summons me on many different visitation journeys, to different sacred and spiritual areas in universe, beyond this material land. Each time, I learned more and witnessed so many wonderful things. Yes, when Abbey’s time came that cut me deeper than the hour of SunHawk’s crossing. Yet each time the Elders gave me plenty of time to adjust and prepare for their crossings. It helps one to accept and release ones love one, quicker it can for a time cut deep.

However, this time I think, my pain came, while I witnessed the pain she accepted and endured, until she had no more strength to walk and feeling her silent cries to come home. The look on her face and in her eyes tore at my heart, but now she is on her sacred journey home to the Village of the Ancients and Sacred Elders. [Now, I can share with you the secret, certain Elders made me aware of for many seasons earlier, which  the twelve sacred grandmothers confirmed, early morning of June 10, 2010.]

Follow-up:  The collar I have turned into a medicine collar with crystals and a small medicine pouch. One evening I went to hold it because I missed Abbey, when I discovered the strong medicine energy within the circle of the collar. The inner-circle so energized; one could say it gave the appearance of a glass dish of water in constant motion, and giving off the reflection of light. Her daughter had been very depressed, and refused her collar three times, after I removed it to loosen it. Several grandmothers whispered:  She knows her mother’s collar is hers now; you are to give Sha-Dra the medicine collar, instead of burying it with the ashes. It was amazing to see the change come over Sha-Dra once she received the collar. Before the day was evening, it was easy to observe the hundred and eighty degree change in Sha-Dra’s total persona.

Couple of early mornings later on 20 June, while I was sitting at my computer and Sha-Dra  sleeping beside me,  I see a light from the corner of my eye and I look to observe a star quilt of star energy carried by a few of the grandmothers’ to give to Sha-Dra. They covered her with the star quilt, with the design of the North Star, with colors of brilliant crystal blue, energized silver, pure white and crystal light reflecting the light of the Northern Star. Once they laid it across her, Sha-Dra and the sacred star energy quilt became one.

Darn she received the sacred power of the Northern Star and I receive the sacred gift of a Medicine Shield, lance, and spear, quiver full of arrows and a bow. The Sacred Father, High Council of Chiefs, and Medicine Elders, decided I was to receive all the sacred gifts and power that goes with what they delivered and gave to me. However, I received the Sacred Medicine Shield, with all the rest some time back.