“Reweaving the sacred hoop, dreaming and drumming it back into harmony”
A message from my old friend “ Stars in his Eyes”
Last night I woke up at 4.22am exactly to a deep silence, something some of you know happens to me from time to time. I had dreamt of a old friend , a friend I once was given in a mediumship development group around 27 years ago, I am sure Andrew remembers those times?
An young Indian warrior, I came to call and know him as
“ Stars In His Eyes”
He once told me that he stood on the land of his fathers and forefathers, where he lived alongside the Great Spirit, that everything they had needed, was provided by The Great Spirit. He had lived in harmony with that Spirit within the Sacred Hoop of life.
The Sky was full of Stars and there were so many Buffalo. Yet a great darkness swept over the land and that darkness carried sadness, a heaviness.. It brought with it “The White Man “ ‘The Big Man” He made false promises and his heart was bitter, deceitful and full of greed.
As time went by The Sky dulled and one by one the Stars went Out. Those were his words.. Words I have never forgotten
I haven't seen or felt him in over 25 years.
In over 143 years what has changed ? Since October 5, 1877 what has changed?
"It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are — perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Hear me my chiefs. I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever"
October 5, 1877, handing over his rifle in a symbolic gesture of surrender.
The accuracy of that transcription above is in doubt; yet these are the words of historical account.. Of a Chief of the time.. words which amounted to, "From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more"
So much time has passed, yet little has changed, Humanity has evolved so little? The same lies being told the same need for greed, and bitterness and pursuit of wealth and control, Profit before People.
What's any different to 1877?
My Old friend in the early hours of this morning told me to pick up my Drum that had been in safe keeping, with a very dear friend who had recently returned it to me!!
“ Pick up your drum and with red paint place a hand print of yourself of your young one and of your Father on that Drum, may it then represent the generational line of wisdom, let the hand prints form a circle within the drum. Representing those who come before us, and those who are yet to come”
“Reweaving the sacred hoop, dreaming and drumming into back into harmony”
A message from my old friend “ Stars in his Eyes”
It feels ironic this message was shared on the day October 1st 2020 that FB with stringent new content censorship policies that intend to silence truth. (For Now I am unsure what to do with that. So for now I do nothing)
Its also a Full Moon, Let the Drums be heard as a act of collective humanity, freedom and community, of tribe, a act of defiance to misinformation and censorship and for being well and truly turned over!!
As we enter the darkness, the darker longer nights and ride the tide of this Dark Full Moon , may the Beat of the Drum Guide you, Now and Always..
May God's blessing keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay
Forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay
Forever young
Forever young
Forever young
May you stay
Forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay
Forever young
Forever young
Forever young
May you stay
Forever young
Joan Baez
Magic comes in many forms By the Powers of 3 times 3 this is my will so may it be!!