Flower Oracle 3A

 
 We had been in ceremony only four days when the veiled chatter among the elders became more of an inaudible roar.  More than a roar, actually.  My senses were lit up and responding to everything.

Smudge smoke entwined with scents of sage, cedar, sweet grass, and tobacco, tantalized my senses.

“It is time,” Strikes the Enemy called.  “Assignments are being given out.”

All my cousins got up, except Sun Wolf.

“I am assigned to you.  We wait here for now.”

It was time for the purification rituals, where visions would reveal what they needed to know about… us.  What they foresaw would deal with the next phase of our training…

“What do we do?”

“I watch you, MoonFire.  Then I tell them what I saw.  What would you like to do?”

“What?”

“We have four days to wait.  The elders in council expect me to watch you.  What will you do?”

“But… what?”

Sun Wolf smiled.

“They have assigned me to watch you, Moon Fire, so I do.  That’s all I know.”

“Watch me do what?”

“Yes.  So, what will you do with your time while I watch you?”

“Hmm… I could watch you, like when we gaze,” I mused.  “Where will we go on this day?”

“Our guides are here among us.  Their signature lies in the things we create the sacred words we put forth, in the smell of the smudges, in the wondrous experiences we have, as well as the challenges we find answers to.”

There was a sigh on the breeze.

“Silence in the dream and music in play,” Sun Wolf spoke rhythmically.  When our guides speak, ocean waves pound the shores.”

“The grass grows, and every moment becomes an opportunity to listen.”

“Fortunately, these ways we are learning are the many languages of Earth Mother through All Our Relations, as they translate and manifest in daily reality.”

It was an astonishing dialogue.  If I acknowledged the hypnotic cadence I could see my walk, as a dream before me.  That seemed impossible, but the walk had its own stride of grace.

“The struggle diminishes,” Sun Wolf’s voice came through my haze.  “Understand the significance of maintaining integrity in relationship with these messengers of truth.”

I had listened to the stories my whole life, and they, by their persistent presence, granted me self-acceptance.  I expressed my gratitude to my guide for reminding me that I was a part of All That Is, and confirmed this understanding with a gentle breeze, sweet drumming in the lodge, and the continuance of miracles.  Words of stories imprinted how we would grow and meet the life ahead of us.  The overlapping stories mingled as the essence. 

We have been invoked, evoked, and provoked into movement forward.  I thought somethings were making more sense.

The layers of understanding come that allow us to find compassion and live in the One, as the One.

The layers of understanding open us to be idealistic; to believe; and to overcome our fear.

“Yes… what comes to you will stand in guidance of every generation to come.”

It seemed like I was drifting in and out.  Everything was drifting away.

Everything was still and serene.

I started breathing loudly, warmly, oddly.  I felt heavy.  There appeared a star in the darkness, a brilliant blue-white star, and there was sensation, expanding my body.  Beyond my body.

Breathing. 

Expansion, no one knows why it happens, it just does. 

The Star… me… breathes… the land breathes with me… Together we breathe… the luminous breath remaining warm, expanding softly overall.

A bubble of radiant light, floating, going further… to the 7 Sisters.

Sun Wolf was quite interested in this entire sequence.  For the last year, since the snake bit me, I had heard people asking if I had a vision yet.  My grandfather and great grandmother had been powerful dream people.  They came in this dream; they told me they had danced me into manifestation.  I was a conviction of their hearts and essentially materialized as their sacred purpose.

There was never judgment in approaching guides, I was rather received as a transmitter of continuing healing.  No preconceived expectation was my fortune to have been born with.  As I spoke my words, I felt the Star breath within me.  All was the adventure… sending pure love… energy healing.  We are free to be who we choose.  We godiyanna… in the beginning.  Yes, we create positive life affirming actions that translate into energy healing.  There is adventure and excitement.

But now, Mother struck a chord in me.  I had been stimulated to some degree when I said morning prayers from yusn’s temple and would look out from the edge of the cliff.  Then walk down through the scented stillness of the juniper, watching an eagle soar – these were experiences that brought the quickening within me.

“Does exploring offer unique opportunities?”  I asked Sun Wolf.

“Yes, some,” my cousin answered.  “At least my experiences have followed the nine rites of the Courageous Crossing.  Each has been richly varied, but always most powerful when kept basic…”

“Life… is it always full of marvels and surprises?”

“Yes, your birth was on the awesome scale.  Grandfather chanted for you, and an electrical storm changed the path to Cibeque.  You have heard that story… you were revealed because Grandfather was patient."

"Of course.  He told me he wrote the memory from the future on the clouds so it would echo his chant through me."

“He looked at both the past and the future… knowing how to track time.”
“Hozhoni naslee… the beauty of life in all its forms.”

“Thought fragments in the night sky.  Whatever is real is to the full, spectacular overlay.  You know when Little Boy Lightning dances consecutive flashes… open to register one image.”

Aiee!  Storm clouds were gathering.

“A bold approach.  A guide called Nakia, makes the most of strange lightning effects.  He is a strong element…”

“Yes!  He is the shimmering reflection of the Changing Time ahead.  Well, this brings to life the quality of intuition.”

“But the movement conveys the rich, glowing connection.”

“More effectively than would a more censored view.  Our Ancestors add information to specific layers of our memories.  An energy stream cascades, at a very slow speed.”

“Yes, so I have noticed.  But it feels like it accentuates the rushing within my body.”

My cousin shrugged.

“Who knows?  Everyone registers differently.”

I nodded.  My thoughts were very different on this day.

“If we don’t get scared…” I began.

“Preoccupation with fear,” Sun Wolf interrupted.  “Only when we are unaware of the well-hidden companion, can we succumb to the peak traumas of the past.  Remember, MoonFire, purity is disturbed by sudden doubt.”

Our time was interrupted by a call from the direction of the lodge.

“Come, watch for signs,” Strikes the Enemy called.  “Grandfather says change focus.”
We rose and walked along the well-worn path toward the lodge.

My thoughts were racing today had stirred my imagination.  This excursion was like some frozen moment from the future, blurred by rapidly repeating thoughts that suggested the graceful rhythm of my many lives, flowing one into another.

“The Painter of Visions,” would flourish