Recently I’ve been haunted by someone from my past. I didn’t know why they were haunting me and kept asking the God, Spirit and the universe to help me get through reliving situations that occurred with them. It seemed as though everyone I saw, every picture I looked at, was that person. I just couldn’t understand it. It was driving me crazy!
The experiences that I survived and lived through during that time in my life have given me strength, courage and compassion for others that are experiencing similar situations in their life. While I don’t wish anything that happened to me to happen to anyone else; if I had not actually experienced these situations I’m not sure if I would have the compassion, patience, understanding and the right words of encouragement to say when someone would need to hear them, especially now.
Someone very close to me is going through a difficult time as I write this. As I asked for guidance and understanding of the haunting I seemed to be re-living now, it all began to make sense to me. I realized it wasn’t about me; it was about how I can help this person (and others) in their current situation. Yes, it was an ahaa…haa moment for me as it started to unfold!
This person needs to know that I understand what they are going through. They need my love, encouragement, compassion and most of all my quiet understanding. While they may be unable to talk about it right now, I can let them know that I am here when they are ready. No judgments, no ‘I told you so’, just pure, simple abiding love and listening heart.
So you see, sometimes even though we don’t understand the heartaches and pain we've experienced they have, in reality, prepared us to be used as a vessel to lift up someone else’s spirit in their own heartaches and pain. It is much easier to accept and listen to the words of encouragement when it comes from someone that has actually experienced what we, or they, are personally going through.
We are all Angels and we are all truly Angels Healing Angels. And isn’t this what God, the Spirit and the universe are teaching us in our personal journey?
Think about it. What have you experienced in your life that someone else is going through now? How can you help them? For some of us it’s hard to reach out to someone, maybe you need to reach out but don’t think anyone would understand. How do you know they haven’t actually experienced what you are experiencing and can truly understand your situation. After all, aren’t the people that come into our life here for a reason, even if they are only here for season?
Anonymous
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Angels In Flight
Last week one of our group members brought a painting they had done over the Easter weekend.
They expalined that 'When I begin a painting I start with a prayer, I ask that I am a vehicle for whatever it is that Spirit wants to paint through me.' In essence, I become a paintbrush and a vehicle for what Spirit wants to express.
Because of this intention, I never know what the end result will be. I stay open to the process and trust the process, which, in general, is always a good exercise.
The paintings always name themselves. In this painting, because of the Angels that I see it has been named ‘Angels In Flight’.
The paintings always name themselves. In this painting, because of the Angels that I see it has been named ‘Angels In Flight’.
We hope you enjoy their painting as much as we have:
Anonymous
Monday, March 29, 2010
I Finally Saw It!
Some people are blessed with being able to see ‘auras’, I’m not one of them, at least not yet anyway.
We meet twice a month to share our stories with one another. We give positive feedback and words of encouragement when needed and try to explain things to those who don’t quite get it yet. I’m one of those people who listen and take in what I’m learning because there are things I don’t quite get yet.
Last week we had our meeting on the beach, the evening was cooler than expected but the sunset was beautiful to say the least. After our opening prayer a few people stood near the ocean continuing with their prayers. Someone asked me ‘do you see their aura?’ Of course I didn’t, I don’t see those!
We meet twice a month to share our stories with one another. We give positive feedback and words of encouragement when needed and try to explain things to those who don’t quite get it yet. I’m one of those people who listen and take in what I’m learning because there are things I don’t quite get yet.
Last week we had our meeting on the beach, the evening was cooler than expected but the sunset was beautiful to say the least. After our opening prayer a few people stood near the ocean continuing with their prayers. Someone asked me ‘do you see their aura?’ Of course I didn’t, I don’t see those!
I had my camera with me and thought, humm…if I can’t see anything with my naked eye maybe, just maybe I can capture something on my camera, so I took pictures. I’m happy to say I’m glad I did because after our meeting I was sharing the pictures I took with everyone when to my amazement orbs showed up in the picture when the other person was seeing auras, now I can say ‘yes, I see that’!
Not only could you see the orbs in my photo but I actually saw the outline of an Angel in another picture...I was very excited ... I had an AHA moment at that time!
There were a few other instances that occurred that evening, I will let those who experienced them share their stories with you another time. I just wanted to share these photos with you now.
Not only could you see the orbs in my photo but I actually saw the outline of an Angel in another picture...I was very excited ... I had an AHA moment at that time!
There were a few other instances that occurred that evening, I will let those who experienced them share their stories with you another time. I just wanted to share these photos with you now.
The first photo is where I can see an Angel on the left, the second is just a beautiful sunset and the thrid is where the orbs appear. Can you see what I see? Do you see something I don't?
Anonymous
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Sometimes Dreams Are an Aha Moment
The Great Mystery contacts me and teaches me through the dream time. For a guy that doesn’t see, hear, smell, or any of the other tactile senses this is a wonderful thing. It’s also very interesting at night.
The Creator gives me an incredible dreamtime that gives me information that I definitely need. What a great gift.
So to help you understand the dream I will share with you a bit of the background. Last year at this time several of my friends and I took a rather spontaneous trip to Peru. While we were there looking at rocks I was fortunate to participate in a South American Inipi Ceremony. We call it a sweat lodge but it’s really a Purification Ceremony.
I explained to the Shaman that it was very similar to the ceremonies of the Lakota peoples, of which I was partially trained. In his infinite grace he asked me to share some of my songs and teachings; offering his drum to use. Much to my embarrassment I couldn’t recall the songs and didn’t speak the language to tell some of the stories. I truly hope that I do not fall short again. I wish to honor my teachers.
Now I will tell you of the dreamtime story...
In the dream I am again in the sweat lodge with the Shaman and a group of people. The invitation is extended to me again.
I swallow my pride and decide to take up the drum and as in many lodges that I have participated in the awake time I start to beat the drum and sing in a language that I feel through my heart even though in my mind I am making up the language as I go. This time I state that the words are made up but if anyone understands the words and can translate them for the rest of us it would be greatly appreciated.
Someone in the ceremony says that he recognizes the words and believes that it is in the ancient language of the Lakota. I state that I am overjoyed and greatly humbled to sing in the language of my people. It is not a language that I speak nor have I studied. I say to the people and feel from the bottom of my heart that I am deeply honored. I then bring out my medicine pipe to share with my relatives in the lodge. In Peru I had carried the bowl with me just to bring it into the Andean energy.
The Andean people are so respectful of another nation’s path. I had given the fire keeper and the medicine man a small amount of tobacco wrapped in red cloth, which is the traditional way of the lodge. Later I was told that the fire keeper had treated the tobacco with such respect that it was truly a thing of beauty to see.
I show them how to fill the pipe and offer the pipe to the four directions and to all my relations. We pass the pipe to each other while I show them how to hold it and tell them that the smoke carries their prayers to the Creator. It is a powerful ceremony for me.
The lodge is now over and I begin to walk along a fence. There are posts and wire filled with the summers grass. It feels so familiar. I have spent much of my lifetime walking in pastures such as this.
As I head to the end of the fencerow I pass a mother buffalo and her calf sleeping at the edge of the fence and decide that it would not be a good thing to disturb them at this time. I quietly slip past them and keep walking to my destination. I’m being drawn to place a sacred object at the base of the last fence post in the pasture. I do not know what this is but I am being pulled forward.
No more than thirty feet from the corner I see it. Newly placed the hole that the post rests in is not totally filled with dirt. I kneel down at its base and unroll the red cloth that I have carried since the lodge. It contains my pipe and tobacco or so I thought. As the red cloth reveals its contents I see that the pipe is not there but a strange looking root and several handfuls of tobacco are hidden in its folds.. The tobacco spills out into the hole and I reach down to grab a handful and make an offering on the right side of the post.
I stand up and look back at the buffalo and its calf and say to them that I will return as soon as possible to keep my promise of feeding them hay when I return from my journey. It seems to be a sacred obligation. I then continue on my journey across the pasture and start to climb downward into a ditch.
As I enter the lower part of the ditch I see a few feathers scattered about below me and I wonder if this is not a gift for me from the Creator.
I reach down to retrieve them and find myself underneath an arbor with even more feathers all about me. They are everywhere is look. Are some of these for others or just for me? They have beautiful, black bodies with dark brown tips with rich earth tones about them. I see a feather fan similar to the ones that the pow-wow dancers use in their ceremonies and I retrieve that. I look again and there are items of clothing in the same colors. A beautiful jacket of the same color pattern appears to hang from the arbor decorated with the faces of the creatures of the plains. The wolf is the most prevalent.
Suddenly a young man appears dressed in full pow-wow regalia. He is wearing the feathers that I have seen scattered about on the arbor floor. He states that because of what I have done I have been invited into the hawk clan and his people are delighted that we are now brothers. Just then the air is filled with these incredibly beautiful songs. He smiles at me and then disappears.
From outside the arbor I can see the white hair and weathered face of a very wise and ancient medicine man that is coming forward to greet me. He is very pleased to see me and has many things to share. I am overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, what could I possibly have done to deserve all this.
I wake up and get out of bed; it is in the wee hours of the morning. What has transpired is a very sacred gift and I feel that I must honor the message and the messengers. Dragging myself to my chair I reach for something familiar that I had not had as deep of a connection as I would have liked.
I reach under the red cloth that covers my sacred objects and retrieve one of my favorite gifts. It is a smudge fan made for me by a very gifted and dear friend. It has black feathers with dark brown tips held together with a quartz crystal. They are the very same colors and feathers that I had been gifted in the dream.
The hawk clan has contacted and honored me for some reason and I shall honor that gift with a prayer.
So I offer tobacco to the four directions, Pachumama, and Father Sky (the Great Mystery) and then taking the fan in my hand I light some sage and sing and smudge to all my relations giving thanks to the hawk clan for this great message.
Mitakuye’ Oyasin
All my relations
Written by: Roger
The Creator gives me an incredible dreamtime that gives me information that I definitely need. What a great gift.
So to help you understand the dream I will share with you a bit of the background. Last year at this time several of my friends and I took a rather spontaneous trip to Peru. While we were there looking at rocks I was fortunate to participate in a South American Inipi Ceremony. We call it a sweat lodge but it’s really a Purification Ceremony.
I explained to the Shaman that it was very similar to the ceremonies of the Lakota peoples, of which I was partially trained. In his infinite grace he asked me to share some of my songs and teachings; offering his drum to use. Much to my embarrassment I couldn’t recall the songs and didn’t speak the language to tell some of the stories. I truly hope that I do not fall short again. I wish to honor my teachers.
Now I will tell you of the dreamtime story...
In the dream I am again in the sweat lodge with the Shaman and a group of people. The invitation is extended to me again.
I swallow my pride and decide to take up the drum and as in many lodges that I have participated in the awake time I start to beat the drum and sing in a language that I feel through my heart even though in my mind I am making up the language as I go. This time I state that the words are made up but if anyone understands the words and can translate them for the rest of us it would be greatly appreciated.
Someone in the ceremony says that he recognizes the words and believes that it is in the ancient language of the Lakota. I state that I am overjoyed and greatly humbled to sing in the language of my people. It is not a language that I speak nor have I studied. I say to the people and feel from the bottom of my heart that I am deeply honored. I then bring out my medicine pipe to share with my relatives in the lodge. In Peru I had carried the bowl with me just to bring it into the Andean energy.
The Andean people are so respectful of another nation’s path. I had given the fire keeper and the medicine man a small amount of tobacco wrapped in red cloth, which is the traditional way of the lodge. Later I was told that the fire keeper had treated the tobacco with such respect that it was truly a thing of beauty to see.
I show them how to fill the pipe and offer the pipe to the four directions and to all my relations. We pass the pipe to each other while I show them how to hold it and tell them that the smoke carries their prayers to the Creator. It is a powerful ceremony for me.
The lodge is now over and I begin to walk along a fence. There are posts and wire filled with the summers grass. It feels so familiar. I have spent much of my lifetime walking in pastures such as this.
As I head to the end of the fencerow I pass a mother buffalo and her calf sleeping at the edge of the fence and decide that it would not be a good thing to disturb them at this time. I quietly slip past them and keep walking to my destination. I’m being drawn to place a sacred object at the base of the last fence post in the pasture. I do not know what this is but I am being pulled forward.
No more than thirty feet from the corner I see it. Newly placed the hole that the post rests in is not totally filled with dirt. I kneel down at its base and unroll the red cloth that I have carried since the lodge. It contains my pipe and tobacco or so I thought. As the red cloth reveals its contents I see that the pipe is not there but a strange looking root and several handfuls of tobacco are hidden in its folds.. The tobacco spills out into the hole and I reach down to grab a handful and make an offering on the right side of the post.
I stand up and look back at the buffalo and its calf and say to them that I will return as soon as possible to keep my promise of feeding them hay when I return from my journey. It seems to be a sacred obligation. I then continue on my journey across the pasture and start to climb downward into a ditch.
As I enter the lower part of the ditch I see a few feathers scattered about below me and I wonder if this is not a gift for me from the Creator.
I reach down to retrieve them and find myself underneath an arbor with even more feathers all about me. They are everywhere is look. Are some of these for others or just for me? They have beautiful, black bodies with dark brown tips with rich earth tones about them. I see a feather fan similar to the ones that the pow-wow dancers use in their ceremonies and I retrieve that. I look again and there are items of clothing in the same colors. A beautiful jacket of the same color pattern appears to hang from the arbor decorated with the faces of the creatures of the plains. The wolf is the most prevalent.
Suddenly a young man appears dressed in full pow-wow regalia. He is wearing the feathers that I have seen scattered about on the arbor floor. He states that because of what I have done I have been invited into the hawk clan and his people are delighted that we are now brothers. Just then the air is filled with these incredibly beautiful songs. He smiles at me and then disappears.
From outside the arbor I can see the white hair and weathered face of a very wise and ancient medicine man that is coming forward to greet me. He is very pleased to see me and has many things to share. I am overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, what could I possibly have done to deserve all this.
I wake up and get out of bed; it is in the wee hours of the morning. What has transpired is a very sacred gift and I feel that I must honor the message and the messengers. Dragging myself to my chair I reach for something familiar that I had not had as deep of a connection as I would have liked.
I reach under the red cloth that covers my sacred objects and retrieve one of my favorite gifts. It is a smudge fan made for me by a very gifted and dear friend. It has black feathers with dark brown tips held together with a quartz crystal. They are the very same colors and feathers that I had been gifted in the dream.
The hawk clan has contacted and honored me for some reason and I shall honor that gift with a prayer.
So I offer tobacco to the four directions, Pachumama, and Father Sky (the Great Mystery) and then taking the fan in my hand I light some sage and sing and smudge to all my relations giving thanks to the hawk clan for this great message.
Mitakuye’ Oyasin
All my relations
Written by: Roger
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Life Is A Story Book
After a previous experience of Reiki, my wife and I were driving to a small village near us to shop. Since we both now had our Reiki One we were discussing as to where we would practice what we had learned and how to use it.
Suddenly we saw a sign on a small storefront of a Reiki Center that had just opened. We stopped the car and upon entering the store not only were we were welcomed we were informed that they were having Reiki Practicing twice weekly! There was no cost to join and was operating on heart donations so we joined. We soon got a new outlook on life and met wonderful spiritual people in the process.
Life is like a storybook, it seems the chapters are previously written for us and by keeping an open mind the pieces fall together. I love it and I can wait to reach the next chapter!
Written by: Man of Horse Who Listens to the Whisper of the Wind (I also now know why I was given this name in the sweat lodge)
Suddenly we saw a sign on a small storefront of a Reiki Center that had just opened. We stopped the car and upon entering the store not only were we were welcomed we were informed that they were having Reiki Practicing twice weekly! There was no cost to join and was operating on heart donations so we joined. We soon got a new outlook on life and met wonderful spiritual people in the process.
Life is like a storybook, it seems the chapters are previously written for us and by keeping an open mind the pieces fall together. I love it and I can wait to reach the next chapter!
Written by: Man of Horse Who Listens to the Whisper of the Wind (I also now know why I was given this name in the sweat lodge)
Monday, February 22, 2010
You Tube - Angelic Human Race
We thought this video was appropriate for our Blog and hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4JPx0eZdJQ
Love and Light,
Tamara
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4JPx0eZdJQ
Love and Light,
Tamara
Monday, February 8, 2010
My First Level One Reiki Teaching
I heard from an artist I had previously met about some local art course given at the Hockley Resource Center. This being so close to home I decided to check it out. The course had already started and I was too late so I browsed thru the reception area and picked up a brochure called Quantum Leap; a weekend workshop was to start in 2 weeks, I knew I had to attend.
My spouse thought I was loosing it and did not wish to attend with me. Little did I know at the time that this would be my first step to the Red Road. A lady Shaman called Sea Dancer ran the workshop and it was all based on the Sioux teachings of the Medicine Wheel and how we develop in the Circle of Life. There was an alter of rattles, symbols of snakes and animal skulls. This was totally against my Catholic upbringing so I had a little trouble adapting at first. However, I soon learned that these were all good people searching for a meaning in life and the universe.
I met a great person who was also a Reiki teacher at the workshop and he gave me his card. At that time I did not really know what Reiki meant but I would soon learn. After the workshop I explained to my wife about the weekend and meeting the Reiki master, I told her I was given his card for a reason and wished to pursue it further. She wanted no part of it but could see I was persistent.
I called the Reiki master and as it so happened, he and two other Reiki masters were holding a Reiki Level One teaching class that weekend. Since they only offered this class occasionally both my wife and I decided attended …WOW … I had ah-haa experience when I could feel the energy moving across my body!
After this experience I remembered my Dad always saying he could not understand the power in a childs touch - he use to ask one of us children to place our hand on a part of his back that was giving him pain and the pain would leave - unconditional love is what it’s called.
After the teaching weekend, my wife and I both had our level one Reiki teaching.
Writte by: Migweech Man of Horse Who Listens to the Whisper of the Wind
My spouse thought I was loosing it and did not wish to attend with me. Little did I know at the time that this would be my first step to the Red Road. A lady Shaman called Sea Dancer ran the workshop and it was all based on the Sioux teachings of the Medicine Wheel and how we develop in the Circle of Life. There was an alter of rattles, symbols of snakes and animal skulls. This was totally against my Catholic upbringing so I had a little trouble adapting at first. However, I soon learned that these were all good people searching for a meaning in life and the universe.
I met a great person who was also a Reiki teacher at the workshop and he gave me his card. At that time I did not really know what Reiki meant but I would soon learn. After the workshop I explained to my wife about the weekend and meeting the Reiki master, I told her I was given his card for a reason and wished to pursue it further. She wanted no part of it but could see I was persistent.
I called the Reiki master and as it so happened, he and two other Reiki masters were holding a Reiki Level One teaching class that weekend. Since they only offered this class occasionally both my wife and I decided attended …WOW … I had ah-haa experience when I could feel the energy moving across my body!
After this experience I remembered my Dad always saying he could not understand the power in a childs touch - he use to ask one of us children to place our hand on a part of his back that was giving him pain and the pain would leave - unconditional love is what it’s called.
After the teaching weekend, my wife and I both had our level one Reiki teaching.
Writte by: Migweech Man of Horse Who Listens to the Whisper of the Wind
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