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Talking about Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences Part 1

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

Talking about Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences

No Turning Back — Part 1 of 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red Sun’s heart expresses through spirit voice:

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

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

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

Wet nose:

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

Red Sun spirit speaks again through hands:

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

Wet nose:

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

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

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

Wet nose:

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

Red Sun:

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

Wet Nose:

Answer your Grandmother in spoken words.

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

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

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

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

“But . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great Spirit!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, trailer! TRUTH. . . “

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

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

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

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

“What you said.”

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Whose tent is it?”

“Your parents, tent?”

“They don’t have a tent?”

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

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

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

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

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

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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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