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Sacred Light Messenger

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Section Eight
Sacred Light Messenger

Christmas What is the Sacred Code People have for so long
Lost
Desire to Understand the Sacred Coded Messages and distorted Truths,
That are the messages given and lost after the crossing of sacred son of
light and life.

Prologue

Over the years we have all heard varying expression involving ones Sacred Spiritual/Traditional Religious Celebrations . . . From Our House to yours, we wish you a Very Merry or Happy whatever! Or Merry this! Or Have a Blessed this or that! Granted these are only a few of the many phrases people either parrot or speak from their hearts, to wish one another – blessings of some sort. Wishes and blessings all seem to transmit from his/her hearts . . . express prayers, while we hope; these quick blessings will somehow carry over the entire season, and beyond. In a manner of speaking wishes
for great happiness abounds, during Sacred Traditional and/or Spiritual Celebrations, but most stop there, since they see the celebrations, but most have lost the messages, symbols, and codes, these and other sacred spiritual celebrations, honor and represent.

From my reference point, as a Native American Indian, I sought to understand the real Spirit of Christmas, but what about the Star with all the angles: and meanings, and codes, contained in and beyond the Sacred Star, humanity cannot explain. What it seems many of the sacred birth and life, came with many more sacred messages and wonderful codes, people understand not from birth to crossing and beyond; in addition too many sacred messages, have been misinterpret, twisted, buried and hidden for too long.

The Sacred Star held more power and meaning beyond the all-inclusive December 25, which in truth is one of many traditional religious celebrations, around the world: granted celebrations depend on, ones faith. “What is it about the Spirit of Oneness, Sacred Spiritual/Traditional Celebrations?” However, for some reason, something inside of me requires my spirit to search and research the sacred spiritual meanings, which bonds, all of us.

Notwithstanding, because of years of Indigenous Traditional/Spiritual Native training and upbringing, I am going to address what I learned, from my viewpoint, since the answers are connection the Sacred Ones presented in the same manner, they presented to the sacred elders for centuries.

Truth, the journey proved only part of the greatest spiritual adventure, one can imagine, because it continued daily for several weeks after the primary journey, daily I received numerous visitors, who help jumpstart comprehension via analyses of all I experienced and various connections with current interactive journeys. At the same time, they helped me to comprehend the importance of a combination of journeys. Numerous life journeys and adventures they let me see why I needed to consider them. The combination of awareness, journeys, adventures, visions, and visitations, awaken
volumes of spiritual awareness and knowledge, which either answers many shelved questions, or answers waiting for questions, and/or more answers mixed with questions waiting for their time to awaken and teach.

Incredible, admiration, how countless avenues to comprehension we fail to see or believe they are nothing more than obscure or in
hibernation . . . each spiritual lesson, linked with sacred journeys, awareness of traditional truths that come alive, with unique and valued references, throughout the Sacred Father’s highly spiritual universe of life eternal. A universe of sacred spiritual physics, quantum physics, and light of life eternal, in truth, by the end of the journey, a new comprehension to spiritual enlightenment, which installs a greater awareness of our interactive connection with our Sacred Father of Light and Life Eternal. Wisdom is hard to express in
words such truly blessed adventures of experiences along with introductions to an assortment of Angels and Protectors, sacred duties, and interesting responsibilities, during this and other Spiritual Journeys to comprehend knowledge, powers, and abilities.

One journey among many within unique exceptions, the Sacred Father allowed conscious, subconscious, and eternal spirit connective
to remember, the entire experience. In many ways, however, the Sacred Father, Archangels, Guardian Angels, and Protectors surprised me with a unique gift: the greatest of opportunities to experience the Holiest of the Most Holy’s Universe of Light and Life Eternal, in the same manner the Sacred Ones experience eternal light and life. I traveled, with them in numerous magnificent ways, nothing said, but insight gained during our sacred spiritual exploration of travel. Quantum Physics of travel—through and across, space we will finally accomplish, when we are ready, we will receive the knowledge, wisdom, and support to understand quantum physics unique abilities, to fold space, move back/forth, and/or in-between space-time continuums.

Right now, we have not the knowledge to accomplish quantum physics of space travel. However, the Sacred Ones connected to this
universe are the only ones with the sacred abilities to use quantum/spiritual physics for travel. I cannot guarantee what each of you might take away from this sacred shared adventure, which the Sacred Father and Archangels instructed me to share, because it depends on you and you point of view.

For me it was an amazing, eye opening, experience of unique spiritual journeys, filled with wondrous introductions, approved by
the Sacred Father, who is the Holiest of the Holiest Most Sacred Eternal Light of Life Eternal, universe along with the Most Sacred of Archangels. However, their parting instruction was to share with others all they have shown and shared with Red Sun. Sacred truths, and enlightenment journeys, they want shared with others. For spiritual reasons it is important I share the sacred journeys gifts of spiritual enlightenment and awareness, Sacred Ones, and guardians
received assignments to take me on. It is important what they shared with me, be shared with others, not hidden inside a drawer, under a barrel or on some hard-drive.

Granted, I received numerous keys of eternal enlightenment to sacred truths: each supplied more in-depth comprehension to
questions shelved seeking answers and the answers waiting for journeys, with questions and answers to complete one of more sacred/spiritual circles. Other keys became the key for advancement to another sacred level of sacred, spiritual life awareness to eternal enlightenment.

What I did gain on this journey of sacred awakening of knowledge and awareness, while each journey provided more sacred power within the spiritual universe of the Sacred Father. However, the experience proved the power, wisdom, and knowledge of the Sacred Father, Archangels and Guardians Angels and what the power of prayers. Prayers can produce and enhance miracles, take one on sacred spiritual life adventures, and deliver great life eternal
advancements.

Now that you know I have been asked to share these journeys, visions, and visitation, I ask you bear with me, (1) I write and speak
often in parables; (2) I am dyslexic, thus I not only speak with the spirit of the white words, but these sacred journeys that are important I write in parable and one occasions I try to provide you the spirit of the pictures; (3) My spirit-heart, life journeys, and visions I receive in manners connected to sacred Indigenous Native journeys.

Nevertheless, since the way I will express myself, is through the words of the Sacred Angel, Spirit of Christmas aka Christmas Angel of the Sacred Light Eternal, SunHawk, Grandmother M, and many
others. What adventures of enlightenment to experience and gain wondrous knowledge, I learned throughout, numerous Red Sun assignments for Red Sun to see and recognize the coded messages, and the sacred light connection with the Sacred Son of the Sacred Father who is the Holiest of the Holiest, Sacred Father Eternal of Eternal Light of Life Eternal. Then the rest of the truth is the Sacred Mothers of the People and the Sacred Light of Spiritual Mothers
Enlightenment.

Although, the idea was put forth to understand, the all-inclusive not exclusive spirit within, humankind’s Sacred Spiritual/Traditional Religious Celebrations, the spirit that binds us all. Over the years, I’ve found truth is truth, within all things. The truth, sought was
an all-inclusive truth, within the heart center of all sacred spiritual/traditional religious celebrations, not exclusive to one celebration over another. The only difference is how ones observed, the binding of humanity with the Sacred Father.

I think what was an extra bonus beside my mentor Sacred Saint Mother M, was growing-up in multi-cultural, diverse communities and
friends whose nationalities, religious backgrounds, along with countless subcultures . . . taught me not to judge or condemn anyone. Even when the outward celebrations, might appear somewhat diverse and/or different, one could still recognize and experience similarities . . . .

What impressed me the most within all of these celebrations, there is only one Sacred Father? Thus, it instilled a strong need to know, which increased over several decades, and caused me to seek the
truth, in relationship to our sacred connection with the Sacred Father.

Ever since I can remember, from young childhood, we traveled a lot and no matter where we were, I heard countless personages, question where or what is the real Spirit of Christmas? While others
ask, “What has happened to me, it seems like the real Spirit of Christmas is missing from my life?”

Research has revealed, philosophers, for centuries have contemplated, theorized, and intellectualized, what they assume is the real spirit and inspiration that inspires people from deep within. What is it that inspires a love of Christmas and/or other spiritual/traditional, cultural, and/or religious celebrations? While others wonder, if there was ever a real Christmas Spirit or if it is just all hype. Something inside of us says the real Spirit of Christmas and life are connected. Yet, where is it? What is the key and how do we find it?

My name is Red Sun, and I too, on different occasions have contemplated the same questions, as others, meditating, and soul
searching for the real Spirit of Christmas, definitely not every year, only those years of difficulties in ones, personal and family life. Examples: When my husband was off fighting for the rights of others. The year we were told he was missing in action and presumed dead. The year we lost are first born son. However, none could compare the hours of agony spent, watching my husband slowly die over the next couple of weeks, after we learned he had been poisoned. The poison of which there was no known antidote, but it was aging him at a very
rapid rate. By the time the doctors found it, we were told SunHawk only had maybe days not month to life, but he would not survive a month. November 11th, we were informed and by December 6th the body gave out. The poisoning was determined to have been by international terrorists who wanted to collect the bounty on his head from various countries.

These years, especially I would speak to the Sacred Father, desiring to understand the real Spirit of Christmas and life, just so I could hold on to life and make sense out of it. What might seem even stranger to outsiders is how, our families cycle of major life changing/evolving events, happen happened between August 4th and December 21st.
Events that seem to come with either positive and/or negative influences, among our family in all sorts of manners: marriages, births, deaths, accidents, and several other devastating losses, of varying types. Only one or two events might happen outside of said time frames, about every four to five years, if that often.

Nevertheless, after all a series of events, visions, as well as, messengers making themselves known at different times, between September of 2000 and beyond Thanksgiving seasons of 2001, delivering information in ways only the Sacred Father knows how, for reasons known only by the Sacred Father. In ways, one is sure to know, the Sacred Father orchestrates it. Strong, bigger than life and in living color, is just one of his many ways. However, this information he declared, shared with this Red Sun and hopefully
others, who at the appointed time, receive instruction to share it with those who should and would listen. [Something on the order this is a test of humanity.]

Knowledge includes insight, when it comes from the Sacred Father. Imparting revelation on some level with a deeper knowingness of, if things don’t change or people fail to listen, there will be great pain, suffering and mental despair by those who feel they are innocent and caught in the middle. People who begin to ask, “Why has the wrath of suffering been brought down on us? Why so many injuries, lives lost and property damaged, day in and day out. What is happening to us is not of our making or our problem, but we are caught in the middle.” These are just a few of the things, which served as a catalysis for reviewing all the questions, encompassing where do we find within us, the spirit of life and the strength to get along? All the questions asked every time, despair and loss entered my family’s life, resurfaced, regarding the heart of ones spirit combined with our spiritual connection to Our Sacred Father. Where is it? How did we lose it?

One-Way Conversations

Red Sun:

Even the Native American Indian Peoples, once had a closer connection, to you, Sacred Father, than we do now. Help me find it and understand it?

Soft voice of an Elder:

Red Sun, a soft voice would call out, do you remember during your childhood and youth; all most every night with a heart filled wonders; you posed at least one or two hypothetical questions, you sent to the Sacred Father to answer? You refused to pull punches, for you sought the Sacred Father’s truth. You always hoped for an instant answer, even so you did not expect quick answers, and you learned neither to expect any direct answers, nor earth shaking insight, nor any revelation style events. Yet, hoping just the same, you would receive honest answers from the Sacred Ones in heaven. Even nowadays when impatience grows for answers, Grandmother M’s explanation replays or is it Grandmother M reminding her special granddaughter, one more time? The Sacred Father is too busy to be bothered with simple questions, unless your guardians and him, considers them important for one to understand or the gift of insight is within your ability to share. Nevertheless, Red Sun, with each question asked, one must hold strong to ones-inner-faith that someday, most often when least expected, visions, visitations, journeys, or adventures arrive in the Sacred Father’s own time and his own way, when he feels one is ready for the answer . . . the Sacred Father will answer the questions he feels are important, he will guide one to find the right answers.

After presenting ones questions to the Sacred Father, the next step is to shelve, the question(s) then wait. The answer(s) will come in the Sacred Father’s own time. It’s also necessary to take into consideration; however, most answers to abstract questions may never come, in their entirety. Especially, to someone who can’t do anything with the answer, if they received an answer. Not saying there is one, but for example, the questions you asked about how to find the chemical compound of love and light. Not being a chemist, what would you do with it? Who would believe you, if you who told gave them, said formulas?

Red Sun:

She was right; nevertheless, I’ve never really given up seeking the answer to certain questions, in one form or another. Considering the power of love and light demonstrate great ability to heal. Okay,
there is a formula, true? Yet, it might not be a chemist, inasmuch as spiritual.

To this day, when the answers arrive, it never ceases to amaze me, in much the same way, as when I was a child, for they hardly ever come in the same way or with the same wording, so one realizes it
comes from the Sacred Ones and not ones imagination or personal thoughts.

Questions to one and all:

Have you ever been a grocery store line, waiting to check out, when you strike up a conversation with a stranger? However, during the course of this causal conversation, with a stranger he/she
supplies you with one or more answers to of your questions . . . ? This has happened to friends, family, and me numerous instances—OR—What about when one, picks up a book, WHAM . . . the answer hits one in the face.—OR-–Maybe one is inspired to ask an Elder. WOW, they too have been working on the same questions,
but the Sacred Ones honored them with the answers. Yet, in return, one might have certain answers to questions the Sacred Father, intended for you to receive. That’s what I am talking about the answers come to us in many ways and when least expected.

Now maybe you can understand why, I hold these one-way conversations with the Sacred Father. This might seems like a
contradiction, since nowadays this adult, demands not an answer, to every question . . . ! Even so, speaking with the Sacred Father and ones relations, during the holiday season, have become part of my families’ spiritual traditions. One very important family tradition is now over 125 years old. However, this tradition for Red Sun started at age three, spending, days and even weeks in the kitchen with Grandmother M, preparing foods, canning, baking, and cooking. We started several days before Thanksgiving and it seemed like we
cooked until the day after New Year’s. Only nowadays all the conversations are one-way conversations, because Grandmother M crossed, a couple of months before I was twelve, and all my children are grown with families of their own. Hey! Just because we’re not in my kitchen cooking together, does not mean traditions should be abandoned? In fact, the last couple of years our traditions; seem more important than ever, for urgent reasons and conditions around the world are more strained.

In truth: awareness of the latest series of conditions began, with several visions followed by a couple of visitations, however, the first in a series began just prior to the riots in September 2000, around the Holy Wall and there has been unrest in the mid-east ever since. Then some very strong drop you to the floor visions about warnings of events to come to this country. Some of the strongest visions warned of events connected to outbreaks in 2000 with destructive events in 2001 and years beyond. The combinations of so many visions, visitations and spirit journeys, prior to Thanksgiving of 2001 came filled with suggestions to ask and seek answers to questions shelved over the last several decades and some since I was less than
five years. The entire world appeared destined to face spiritual challenges, while many will experience cycles of major changes and extreme violent. Changes, which will force people to awaken, deal with stark realities; violence with the power to shatter blinders . . . to awaken multitudes . . ., take a world in chaos. September 11, 2001, referred to by 9/11

The day when the worse terrorist attack took place on American shores, plane crashes, buildings downed and thousands of lives lost.
Then not too long afterwards another plane crash and more lives lost. Not to take away from or lessen the countless loss of lives around the world, because of terrorists. Now those who had parroted the words, (the problems of others is not our concern) will soon discover even more earth shattering pain, and become aware of what other countries have gone through for years. The pain within the visions and journeys became too strong to discount, and the knowledge, of too many lives in jeopardy and/or lost. Before 2001, I experienced
spirit connections with events to come. My spirit-heart hurt with the countless tears filling hearts and spirits, around the world, making the pain and problems, too powerful for anyone to ignore, any longer.

Sacred Angel:

Red Sun do you remember this part of your preparations and conversations?

In a single motion, he opens a window for Red Sun to see and review other portions of one-way conversations and activities:

Honestly Sacred Father, looking back over the past 18 months or so, which started with the arrival of the Avenging Angel, September
of 2000. Flashing back on the first two visitations and the one who warned me of these things coming a year before 9/11: by the way what and interesting way pass along information and get my attention at 03:30 hours. On my way to the
bathroom, through the kitchen, and service room, the back door opens, and in walks a figure, dressed all in black, wearing a war bonnet of pure black feathers. The door I doubled locked; earlier he opened and came in. He did not have to wait for a invitation. . . .

Sacred Angel:

Remember when the messenger arrived? You believed he is not someone you wanted to challenge. In fact, you thought he was
death, until he spoke after you asked him not to come any closer. And the messenger replied . . . .

Traditional messenger in Black:

I have not come for you, only to inform you the
Devil is in the Holy City at the wall of the Temple where the Son of Man spoke. Know Archangels Michael and Gabriel are banding together to fight this battle. They have been gathering warriors for some time now, from all the tribes and nations around the world, to help in the battle between good and evil. They summoned all their sacred warriors and War Chiefs of which SunHawk is one. Our Heavenly Father called SunHawk home to stand with one who stood in the middle of the Sun Archangel Michael, since he needed, his son, SunHawk home to stand with him. To answer your thought, you know many of the Sacred Chiefs, Medicine Elders, and certain traditional warriors, along with many more warriors to stand
with us. Yes, we saw the possibility of this coming, but feared to say anything.

There is a great battle of violence that is about
to start, which should have never been allowed to take form. But now, the Devil is in the Holy City standing on top of the wall. It will take the strength and courage of all nations to overcome and rid all lands of this evil, which wants to destroy all lands and all peoples. This form of evil cares not who anyone is, their only desire is to kill and see blood run freely in the streets. They
measure their success by the number of deaths and how much land they can lay to waste. Do not expect to see SunHawk too often; his knowledge and abilities his father needs to help the warriors with military actions and involvement. Yes,
SunHawk aka Crazy Horse is the son of Archangel Michael.

Red Sun:

The Holy City, I assumed at the time, was Jerusalem. Yes, Grandmother M was right when she explained, in the Sacred
Father’s time and way, will he or his messengers provide the answers. One never knows how or when Sacred Ones or their messengers will make their presence known, either. Once again, Sacred Father! What a way to make an announcement! Beyond a doubt, one knows it isn’t a dream, when your messengers arrive. By the way, thanks for the backdoor answer to whom, what and why.

While cooking, my mine continued to flash on the three times I observed SunHawk’s spirit entering the Sun, dressed in full
traditional beaded buckskins with the apron of a War Chief and war bonnet, and each time, another stone from the marriage bracelet, he gave me, disappeared. I think maybe the outfit minus the Chief’s bonnet, was the same outfit and more SunHawk wore standing on the right hand of a Sacred powerful and tall Chief dressed in full black. The Sacred Chief also wore a huge full length Medicine/War bonnet of black condor/eagle feathers, except for the band of fluff feathers, and they were the colors of the four directions—red, white, yellow, and blue.

The Avenging Angel supplied several answers to one unquestioned questions, of why SunHawk would not be around too much, the Sacred Father or an Archangel revealed in full color, one vivid holographic action vision, filled with very strong psychic impressions, which came as a surprise since this proved connected to other visions and visitations I received during the past eighteen months, too. However, there was denying this introduction to upcoming events, which had to do with conditions that will in some way directly
and indirectly influence all not just a few governments or people. A
green-three-headed-dragon, one seven-headed-red-dragon, which is a few of the reasons behind, Archangel Michael and Gabriel/Gabriela and two other Archangels gathering warriors from around the world, to fight the apocalypse of evil.

A green-three-headed-dragon, with faces of men, appeared seated somewhere in the territory around or close to China. The impression transmitted: Not all is as it seems, Red Sun, BEHOLD THE TRUTH
BEHIND THE THREE-HEADED DRAGON..
A big hand came from heaven and ripped away the deceptive truth of the green-three-headed-dragon, which was more than a disguise and cover for the more deadly and darker truth. Yes, the three-headed-green-dragon was the cover and agent for the red-seven-headed-dragon.

The seven heads, in truth are nations, governments, and the wealthy agents, who have the power to pull the strings by using the three headed, for their dirty work, to start a war and still appear innocent. Look closely, because each head is more violent and dangerous than the other. Yet, even though the three heads are evil and try to deliver much
death. They’re tame in comparison to the seven heads. What sits upon their heads suggested their reasons and intentions? One had many eyes like that of an octopus. Another wore a crown of golden knifes. They also represent all the seven deadly sins, magnified. All see the world through eyes of pride, greed, gluttony, slothfulness, anger, envy, lustfulness. Remember many generations were feed hatred, evil and desire for death, to all that did not accept their beliefs.

Sacred Angel:

Red Sun before we move on I want you to look at the following, what you thought were a few one-way conversations you were having, and we were listening to your heart and spirit. These are only excerpts
from a week of conversations, since you were hurting and repeating your questions, in the spirit of love.

Excerpts reveal Why the Fourth Visitation/Journey

Excerpts from Red Sun one-way conversations:

Yes, that and a few other visions caused me to seek answers for clarification, since I needed to understand in ways that could help others understand, too. Not until morning did the Avenging Angel’s
message make sense, when I turned into CNN News, to hear about what went on in the world while I slept. . . . The news reporter explained a violent outbreak in the Holy Land at the Holy Wall. How the presence of a certain person instigated the violence. Interesting connections with and between the Holy Land, the Holy Wall, the green-three-headed-dragon and the red-seven- headed-dragon, wasn’t regarding the visit and vision. Nor the importance of these connections means to humankind. But gut feelings said it wasn’t good. The hope within prayed it wasn’t the warning of war.

The real concern now is how can we tap into it the Spirit of Christmas? Find the spirit of life in all this chaos? Where do we find it? If we can find it will it help us find a way to find peace? Sacred
Father, when I look around, numerous parents, and children cry, because of separation and/or loss of family members. Life will never be the same for anyone. The pains, this one understands, all too well, as you already know. Thanks to life lessons, you walked me through. Surviving spouses and families feel loneliness, some stop feeling all together, while others don’t want to go on living, themselves. After loss many existed in a state of disassociation, watching the days go by on one level, while seeking revenge on another. The lives of survivors, take on varying degrees of surrealist dimensions, without
warning. Truth of reality, no one can be prepared for such life changing events, but if they can see beyond the physical and understand the spiritual, maybe that can help.

Sacred Father, look around, at all who have lost one or more family members, friends, neighbors and co-workers, not just through violence, but through accident and illness, as well. All of these losses
people take more personally than in past years. Everywhere one go, it is easy to see the magnified anguish on the faces of people. Still, in spite, of what every emotional and financial state a person’s life is in, countless people want to do something to help those whose suffering is fresher than their own. Sacred Father, you know better than I how many wish in their hearts, they could help, but lack the ability to do so. When they can’t their heart’s feel guilty, as you see and know far greater than I do, this guilt eats at them, for any number of reasons. What can people do to help?

Question or I should say Questions, Sacred Father: How do we help people around the world, find the real Spirit of Christmas, and understand what you want us to see and understand? Was not the
birth spiritual instead of religious? If the Spirit of Christmas is within us, how do we tap into this Spirit of Christmas, at other times of the year? It’s hard, because of events many of us are blind, to the truth. For many, self-included, the words seem to be in code. Meaning they are hard to understand. Otherwise, we would understand how to connect with the real Spiritual Life of Christmas, year round

All the same, within this heart, from the place knowingness dwells, one can sense the answer. But it seems to be too far away to
be recognized. Yet, I feel the answer is simple and staring all of us in the face, Sacred Father, why? Yet, why is it we can neither hear nor see the significance within the coded messages, we parrot around this time every year.

Our hearts and spirits have lost the ability to understand the codes within your messages. How do we discover the answers to the coded messages? What we are missing? What is it we fail to interpret?” These were only a few of my concerns mentioned during a couple of my one-way conversations, but the rest for now are non-essential.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Yes, Red Sun and because of your spiritual love and your heart, we were sent to you to take you on a few journeys, the first began in the radar awareness and alert systems. Now that you have been within the system, it is time to take you on the next journey of observations. During this portion of our journey it is important you listen to and remember the psalms and verses, for they too hold enlightenment, and answers. Their psalms are a very sacred gift . . .we will explain more later.

Sacred Angelic Choir sings in soft, delicate, golden crystal harmonics tones, the tones so spiritual in characteristic; they touch and filled every spirit-heart and spirits total being. The Sacred Angel who called himself the Christmas Angel spoke with the same voice and tone delicate quality angelic voice and as the Angelic Choir.

Silence from the Sacred Angel for a few second before he spoke … Red Sun, listen there is an answer within the song.

Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf

For every light aglow, is a
Christmas Star

We wish you a very Merry
Christmas, upon every light aglow.

We wish you a very Merry
Christmas, for Christmas Spirit is light of love from above.

Across this land and in ones
heart, every light aglow is one more Christmas Star and Wish.

Every Christmas Star is
perceived by He Who Is the Light as a prayer, a blessing, a gift.

Every Christmas Star returns a
prayer, a blessing, a gift from He Who Is the Light.

Every light aglow we see as a
wish for peace and harmony.

Wishes are prayers.

Wishes are blessings.

Wishes are gifts of love.

Wishes are harmonic gifts of
love

You will need to see the Original Star of Blessings Songs since they are a number of verse which are psalms, which speak of many sacred and important things.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Red Sun do you remember the Christmas holiday season you turned 14 years and SunHawk was 21 years. The season the Sacred
Father revealed to you, the husband, he had chosen for you. The night you knew, because no one else saw SunHawk, in his traditional buckskin dress. The day the Sacred Father said, “This he who you’ve been betrothed and waiting for.” Not too long after you two came together we made it possible for you two we inspired to go to a certain area along the beach, where you stayed until after sundown,
true?

Red Sun:

True.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Do you remember what happened then?

Red Sun:

Yes, we were sitting on the beach in the middle of the cove. When we realized it was dark, a good hour after sunset, the beach was closed. Time to leave, but we decided to stay and to take time to listen to Earth Our Sacred Mother, looking out across the ocean from Paradise
Cove. We witnessed Sacred Ceremonial Island and the Sacred One, realm open, before us. The island consisted of three separate pieces of what looked like pure solid white marble.

The center was the Sacred Island where He Who Is the Light, stood in the middle of the island, to his right was his Son, and to his left stood the Sacred Mother of all Nations. We received a summons to stand before the Holiest of the Most Holy Sacred Ones, by the Holy Ghost, the Eternal Spirit of Light, Life, and Enlightenment. Now I understand you and he are the same, he is you aka you are the Sacred Archangel of Eternal Light of Life and Enlightenment.

The Holiest of Most Holy, Father of all Creation, Highest of Most High, Chief of all Chiefs, King of Kings, He whom you call the Great Spirit, spoke in many universal languages with each word spoken. He found us worthy, his sacred son and sacred daughter; they joined us together in a sacred union, eternal. Our union designed to bring the power back to the people and through this union there can be no divorce

The marriage vows were strong and covered the words of the Khalil Gibran, Biblical, Traditional and his own plan. We were of two bodies and two minds, but one spirit. When we returned, we were hand in hand in the water above our waist and waves breaking over our heads. Is that how you remember it SunHawk?

SunHawk:

In brief true, but that is how it took place.

Sacred Christmas Angel of Light:

Listen to the choir what they sing is just as important as any part of our journey.

Red Sun:

Okay, I’m game, what the Angels are singing contain clues to why all the messengers and journeys. Ergo, this should be a simply adventure.”

Sacred Angel of Light:

Come, we have a lot of traveling to do. Things will become clear along the way.” One light touch by the Christmas Angel. Away we went, on a flight of euphoria for this humble child of humankind. “The
Angelic Choir, will be accompanying us, most of the time, they will sing softly in the background, except when we travel to where they are not allowed to go. Plus when conditions warrant, they will add words or change verses plus add verses. So listen carefully to what they sing and when they sing it. It’s important for you to remember all, because you will have to pass it onto others, it’s important for others to know, too.

People most stop focusing on cultural and religious differences; rather focus on similarities of cultures, life and family belief systems, and religion. We are not referring to main culture/religion bases, but all cultures, their belief systems and religious beliefs. If people in their hearts can’t focus on similarities, then they must find within their
hearts, ways to respect others for their differences. Tolerance is not expecting others to conform to your perception of life, but learning to work together, is the first step. Remember, even now, these words can and by some be twisted in many way, but they are meant in the purest if forms, only, not black or gray nor clouded with deception. Many people hold sure anger and hatred. Standing in their way, whereby blocking ones able to understand the truth.”

Red Sun:

“Red Sun to SunHawk, We are all children of the One Sacred Father are we not?”

SunHawk:

Yes, our spirits are eternal and part of the great circle of life.

Red Sun:

We are all part of the great universal consciousness, but one cannot evolve unless ones learn to live together in peace, love and harmony, truth.

SunHawk:

Truth! Nations and cultures cannot evolve unless they learn to develop in peace, without violence, hatred and wars. The responsibility falls on the heads of all, to bring light, back to the lands and the hearts of all humankind. Righteous Indignation has twisted and replaced reason with lies and half-truths. They have replaced the words of the Sacred Father to suit their ideas/plans and ill will towards others. Twisting all things in a way it allows then to line their pockets and enslave others. The Sacred Father has decreed, “This can no longer be allowed to continue.

Sacred Angel of Light:

As far as the violence, we show you these things so you will know there lays ahead more direr consequences, if things are not handled correctly. The outcome lays in the hearts and hands of humankind, but if handled wrongly and those we see live life in death and destruction are allow to continue, the consequences will be, unspeakable. This day and at this time permission, the High Council has not granted me the power to reveal even the alternatives. Gabriel’s horn has greater powers than many can imagine and lands
destroyed and turned into waste lands, but not by the hands of humankind.

Know this; there are things much worse than the total eradication of humankind. Remember, the lessons you learned, when we took you on a guided journey, from within the Lands of Consequences and
Punishment, created by the Sacred Father, for those who go create the worse crimes against humanity and his sacred children, and use the Sacred Truths in ways that go against his laws?

Flashing on Our Sacred Father’s land of consequences and punishments, the pain, and agony, each had to suffer for their
crimes, time after time, after time. The screams from the tortured bodies receive brutal punished. A series of territories filled with various stages of torture and retribution. The place most people refer to as Hell, but is actually the . . . Land of Consequences and Punishment, which is more torturous than an one perceived as Hell.

Red Sun:

Yes, SunHawk there is many things far worse, which makes one wonder why so many want to do some of the things they do?

Sacred Angel of Light:

The Sacred Father gives ‘all’ many chances to repent. But . . . if they don’t, we sentence them to the area of Consequences and Punishment. After they serve the cycles of punishment, they receive a second chance to prove they have the right to return to the light or we send them to the Sacred Father’s land of consequences, redevelopment, and evolvement, to start back on a road of life and light.

Red Sun:

Yes, there is more, but now is neither the time, nor the place.

Christmas Angel aka Sacred Angel of Light:

Soft chime signals it’s time to move on, to see the other reason for this journey.

Crystal soft chimes fill the spirit if the region where we floated. In the wave of a hand from left to right, we entered a new journey to experience the next leg of our tour. Once we began our journey
the Sacred Angelic Golden Choir joined us with comforting soft mellow symphonic tones filled with harmonic, notes, and verses of psalms, all in one. Sacred blessings delivering peace and harmony, to our delicate spirit: gentle blessings of enlightenment. Proved something we needed after our adventure around some of the interesting, but violently painful, radar awareness and alert systems.

Red Sun:

Can’t speak for anyone else, but this Red Sun it gives an expresses of gentle love, and a sense of comfort with the arrival of the Sacred and Most Angelic Golden Choir, beautiful, harmonics of songs filled with love blessings.

Sacred Angel of Light:

First part of our journey will be along the coastline of Canada then on to Greenland where we will view several communities. Then we’ll head over to Ireland, Scotland, and England viewing coastal and rural
communities. Next we’ll crisscross several Eurasia countries, before heading down to several countries in South Africa, viewing different cultures. Hope you enjoy New Zealand and Australia, before we go to various communities South America, Central America, Mexico and the along the coastline before turning east and visiting communities, before your our final destination will be back to your home in Montana, but we still have a long way to go before you get home. Our journey will view entire communities and/or other times individuals or families. We will make many quick hops over various lives and lands; we will also visit and view different cultures. Are you up for this trip?

Red Sun:

Yes, for two reasons. One, I want to experience this journey. Two, although you must hear the Sacred Golden Angelic Choir, it’s not something this one gets much of an opportunity to enjoy. Nothing
matches the Angelic golden, crystal symphony; just by the very virtue of which they have the ability to awaken life of spirit within each spirit-heart.

Traveling across Canada and Greenland, we see all the people, offering blessings and love to one and all. In the homes they have
lights lit and candles glowing, lights in the churches and homes, on the streets, no matter which religious ceremony there is always, lights to offer love, respect and blessings.

Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf

Sacred Angel of Light:

Red Sun, know this, ones light are wishes transmitted to the Highest of the Most High, who is referred to as He Who Is the Light, Great Spirit, Our Heavenly Father, Creator and many other names,
depending on ones culture. But the truth remains there is only one Sacred Father. The light says how much love and caring there is here and across the land.

Red Sun:

The Sacred Father is Eternal Light of Life Enlightenment. We all are sacred and created in his image, which means eternal spirit of sacred energy light and life eternal.

There is no way to  post the beautiful verses in all they magic and wonder so I am posting these section under in their entirety:
Sacred Light Messenger _2.pdf & Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf

Over Ireland, Scotland, and the England we stopped by different communities, to observe the manners and ways different people and cultures celebrate their traditional religious season. Unquestioning
love is part of the real Spirit of Christmas, life, light, and love eternal is all part of spiritual life renewed. During this time of the year is was easy to sense and feel the sacred spiritual love of enlightenment.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Now it is time to see how Christmas, and Hanukah people celebrated in other areas. Observe, and see what is similar and sacred in these celebrations. Tell me what you sense they have in common with one another?

Red Sun:

Christmas Angel! From up here one can observe the beauty, senses various feelings and feel the hearts of the people.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Observe and absorb the ways people show and express, how they care, blessings they give and what they use for the heart of their celebrations. Sense, feel, and hear all the words that cross their lips
and what they express from their hearts. From deep within the spirit-heart many of these words spoken, are words of blessings and love, yet most understand not the message or the code of life, light, and spiritual love they actually offer. To us who watch over the children of the world, when one expresses a wish, we received and honored a wish in the same way as one expressing a prayer of blessings, love, healing and/or protection..

The Sacred Golden Angelic Choir travelled above us, not to interfere with observation during our journey, yet we could hear the
symphonies of the Angelic Choir The language didn’t matter, because the words shone forth from his/her spirit-heart in light of love. From the children of the earth whose communities, villages and individual families we hovered over, we could see, feel, sense the hearts and spirits love, life and light, of one and all. It did not matter if the village was humble and had not much money, they still had love and a strong spirit-heart filled with light they did share.

Red Sun:

It is amazing coming from across many communities, those who hearts learned to share had the most light and love to share. So many had spirits that spoke of spiritual love, they cared and shared
this will all in their community. Each wish I heard shined bright and in a unique appeared a symbolic star.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Maybe I can help fill in a few details, we desire all of humankind to know, the message from us is the same messages you hear in the words of the angelic choir:

1. Let it be known to all of humankind, we send onto all our blessings for a Merry . . . Merry Christmas upon every light aglow. (Christmas Light is the light of Spiritual Enlightenment)

2. For every Light a lite and candle aglow, is truly one more wish of prayers for blessings, healing, and heaven to shine on forth from to all, by way of the Christmas Star. (The bright light in the Heavens that night was the Archangel of Eternal Light, Enlightenment, and
Spiritual Wisdom. That night I was also the messenger, along with a thousand angels the sacred gift to humanity, to help guide and teach those that wanted to learn, understand and grow spiritually.)

3. We came to let you know we see each and every light aglow is another prayer, blessing and gift of love sent to all from heaven above. (The night of the sacred messengers birth, the Sacred Eternal
Angelic Choir of Enlightenment, was also with me that night, singing and spreading love across the land.)

4. For each and every light aglow is another light, all in heaven above knows, each spirit is a gift of light and life . . .

5. this too is another star, seen from above, each light is seen as one more wish added to us and from above we hear your love and will try to return your love and sacred wished to all from the angels above.

6. By way of the lights aglow we send are wishes onto all, for a very Merry . . . Merry Christmas Spirit of love and life upon every Christmas Star. (Christmas is a blessing for spiritual enlightenment,
spiritual love, awareness, and spiritual growth, which in is our way of sending you a gift of enlightenment and love. Know when your ability to love is strong the power of your blessings carry forth a gift of strong spiritual light and enlightenment grows.
Sacred Light Messenger _2.pdf

Listening to the Sacred Angel I began to realize, the truth, we are all the same since only the shells we walk in are obstacles to accepting our spiritual reality. Reality check: the Sacred Father and Holy
Mother created us in their image; we are eternal spirits of light, life, and spiritual beings of love and wisdom, which we carry within each of us. Eternal Life is our sacred spirit of eternal life and light, which is also our sacred begin.

Know this, within ones spirit is a spiritual light of love, the same spiritual energy as the Sacred Father’s. However, a portion of humankind has closed themselves off to the Sacred Father, spiritual
universe, and the Sacred Ones, except on certain occasions. Most fail to realize how important it is for the survival of humankind to allow this sacred spiritual light to shine forth. When ones spirit speaks by way of the light it adds to the true spiritual life of humankind. But to reject or fear to accept or believe this causes conditions within the radar awareness and alert systems, for hate and violence soon follows.

Remember and hold in your heart, wishes are offerings of prayers, blessings and love, one and all can experience the gifts brought forth via the Eternal Spiritual Gift of Light (Christmas Stars) through
Universal Awareness and Enlightenment. Blessings of acceptance one can experienced from Our Heavenly Father in each and every (Christmas Star), light, and candle aglow. Each and every one of us, carry within us the sacred power to share the same Spiritual/Christmas Light from within our spirit, if we are willing to let it shine and show. In this way we can ensure the gifts of spiritual advancement, which is the only way to save humankind. From Mexico to Montana on the last leg of our journey towards home, the Choir sang many of the verses they wanted me to remember.

Sacred Light Messenger _2.pdf & Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf

This section came when we were in Southern California where there are so many different and diverse cultures, each community had many different lights, and reasons for lights, but to every culture there are lights that represent the light eternal, enlightenment,
awareness, and spirituality. All cultures use candles, and/or lights of all sources, but there is all ways fires or lights if not candles.

The communities around Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, and Spokane included Hispanics, Filipino, Hawaiian, Japanese, Chinese and other ethic culture communities. A melting pot of cultural
communities – made an even greater impact on this one as to how the diverse, cultures of traditional religious celebrations, decoration presented a happy mixture of cultures. However, at the same time some ethic cultural communities decorated to express personal traditional religious celebrations, which gave a greater beauty to the area. Chinatown although it’s always brightly decorated, which gives ones spirit a happy feeling, this time of the year they seem to be
more festive in decorations.

Sacred Light Messenger _2.pdf & Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf

Our return trip provides us the opportunity to take in interesting cities and rural areas in and see how different and diverse cultures in, a number of communities in the United States, were able to stand side by side and accept individual points of spiritual beliefs.

Sacred Light Messenger _2.pdf & Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf

Now our way back to my home in Montana, we crossed several Reservations including the Nez Percé and Flathead Reservations.
The love of Christmas was all around, yet for generations feelings of despair has mannered to close countless hearts, which need to awaken to see or experience, the blessings sent to each and every one from He Who is the Light. One has to remember it is not Christmas, but the true awakening of spirituality and spiritual connection with the Great Spirit, the Sacred Father, and Sacred Ones.

Words I heard spoken when we crossed the land of the Nez Percé:

For so long my children have suffered, but most still hold to the sacred traditional ways, they are the ones that are the most sacred and their ways are the truest ways, for these are the sacred way we taught my children.

Sacred Angel of Light:

Then there are those who have experienced loss or separation, light that extra candle or even a match can rekindle the light of hope. This lets those one can’t see or hold you, know you care. It allows the one who have gone before you, know you care, and are sending them
love, too. Know this during ones time of traditional ceremonies, in one way or another; ones ancestors stand close by the side of love ones, too. Lighting a candle, holding up a burning stick or even a match and just say “We send our love and wishes to you the ones we love.” or “Sacred Father please accept this as our Christmas Star.” Know it is important to maintain the light in your heart; keep it burning bright, matters not if it burns only as bright as one candle aglow or light lit, it will increase the love and blessings more than you
know and in time it will begin to burn brighter.

Red Sun:

What about those who have not the advantage of lighting a lite or candle? What about street people how can they too express their love.

Sacred Angle of Light:

From a bond fire hold up a stick and proclaim it a Christmas Star. Strike a match and proclaim it a Christmas Star. It doesn’t take much, but even this one gesture is accepted as ones gift and offering of love.

Back in my bedroom, the time had come to rejoin the eternal spirit of . . . to the current physical form of Red Sun, which had been a very wonderful journey and it gave me a great deal to think about and review.

Sacred Angle of Light:

We will be with you the next couple of days or weeks to help you see and clarify more of what we have shown you, among other things.

Most of which was personal and segmented upon awakening, so much more insight, regarding our journey, and left me with so much
to reflect and much more to replay. What I do know about the knowledge gain during the journey and beyond the Christmas Angel and Our Sacred Father wanted me to share with others. The following eleven days, of visitations, I think right this moment I will leave for another time. But I will leave you with the following.

Our Sacred Father: He Who Is the Light, is the light which cast no shadows. He is love, life and energy, for his is the power and the glory forever, his is the knowledge, energy, and power of life
eternal regarding this Universe and others. One time, two Sacred White Eagle Chiefs carried me across to stand in the private chamber of the Sacred Father and the purifying flame. Light eternal, candles, lights, the Son of humankind, the sun is energy, and the light is energy. Love is a source of spiritual energy. The spiritual entities are eternal lights of energy that radiate in a wonderful universe of color the entire spectrum, of pure light energy and love. Love in its purest form, for it is the expression of the Sacred Father’s love shining
through us.

Know these psalms come with important information, which helps one to understand the sacred radar system and the coded messages and help with enlightenment, too.

What is the Connection?

Christmas Star © all copyrights reserved

Property of: Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

Written by: Cherel Michelle Red Sun EagleHawk

Great Falls, MT

Date:     April of 2002 and Revised 2010

There is no way to  post the beautiful verses in all they magic and wonder so I am posting these two Chapters in its entirety Sacred Light Messenger _2.pdf & Original Star of Blessing Song.pdf or you can enjoy this article without the verses and psalms and then read then one at a time just taking your time to study the beauty of the verses.

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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