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It was midnight when Moonflower became alert to the return of Tzegojuñí. The night was warm, and the thin, clouded light of Grandmother Moon was quite inadequate for seeing through the darkness of the new moon sky. Moonflower had tried to wriggle into a more revealing position without too much apparent movement, but her ability to do so was limited. Descendants of the Snake Star had infared night vision. She disturbed the energy field with the heat of her auric field, and there would be no hiding from Tzego tonight. She considered moving her position, but was afraid that she would be seen by the returning two-spirit – nadlé. That would eliminate her entire effort in stretching herself in the dream…
piritShe compromised by laying very still and trying to shield her energy by creating a shield of density. It was futile, she knew. Hopefully she wouldn’t attract her friend’s attention.
“Go cold, still,” she thought, trying to shapeshift her body slightly to meld with the dreamscape. “This is the test.”
After what seemed a long time, her body became calm. Tzegojuñi came closer, and when no recognition came, seemed to decide that the disturbance in the energy field was his imagination. He turned a time or two to manipulated colored light between his two hands, and settled into the alchemical task at hand.
Another ripple, less to her revelation but grater to her body comfort, was that of chicken-skins… where the hair stood up on end, and little bumps appeared all over her skin. Temporary sensations were numerous under the screen of darkness, and Moonflower was abuzz. From time to time, a gentle persistence would alight unseen near her 7th Atmospheric body or other layer of memory. Her first inkling of its presence would be a nuisance poke from the power gate it rippled through. She reflected that this vigil happened in the waking dream reality, the magic would have diminished. The birthing scene the two-spirit was creating in front of her would reveal something spectacular. Searching womyn would require tremendous quantaties of energy. All Seers and VisionKeepers would be catching and nurturing large numbers of the very womyn that were now being mesmerized by the spinning light Tezgojuñi now tossed up into the air as the spiraling vortex of protection and healing.
Her first inkling of what she was witnessing was the call of the Wolf Clan gatekeepers on either side of the portal exit at the Gathering Place. She glanced through the spiraling light. She had chosen her position so that she could do so without moving. At first, she saw only light. Then a gentle wave moved the center… and her heart, not really noticeable, but moving through her entire knowing. Something was happening.
She did not actually see the portal open. One moment it was light, and the next she suddenly saw through the tunnel. Tzego was standing, partially in the darkness, and looking into the portal to watch the camp, before revealing himself entirely. Moonflower did not know how she could have failed to see the portal open, before her very eyes. In the spinning extremity of the portal, which flickered and shifted with breath, things became translucent.
There was the distant slap of a drum, and she wondered if her Spirit Woman VisionKeeper was at work. How would she know whether it was their drum…
“Thank you, Strikes the Enemy. I see it,” she thought silently.
It would do no harm to assume that her interpretation was spot on. It was not important, actually, only that the thought did come to her.
Now the two-spirit was stepping into the portal, moving carefully, glancing to Strikes the Enemy and Black Coyote on the other side. A large bag hung from his shoulder, his basket and tools. Once more Moonflower was impressed by his ability. Long, well-distant streams of light carried him effortlessly through the open portal to a different dream and across the ripple the vision Moonflower witnessed changed. There Tzego turned to look back through the portal. There was an instant when the haunting dark eyes of her friend seemed to look directly at her, and Moonflower tried to be invisible.
The two-spirit jumped gracefully and emitted light from an extended hand, Moonflower watching all the while. He rose, turned and somehow, the portal showed what was happening like a vision screen. In a scene like Moonflower had first observed Tzego in the dream, he suddenly seemed to vanish into some unseen Crack in the Universe. He did not reappear.
Ah, Moonflower thought, he is inbetween realities! She watched closely, and after a time she thought she saw a wisp of vapor from the same point in the darkness. Then it was gone, but a little later a light breath, shifted her emotions and the cut in the darkness, brought a whiff of sweet essence to her nose. Then it, too, was gone, and there seemed to be no trace of her friend. Tzegojuñi was very adept, it appeared. Not only was he able to vanish, but to generate enough energy to open portals. In the darkness, even without light, the light of the vapor returned with teasing sentiment. Anyone who chanced to travel the dream could possibly sense the fragrance. Now, with her mind tiring, the vapor would carry her aloft on the rising energy and she soared like a hawk. It would rapidly diffuse in the Medicine Bowl of Reality, avoiding detection.
Now Moonflower turned her attention to returning to the Gathering Place. It seemed the two-spirit would repeat his nightly routine as a usual thing. There was a thick patch of density, where the trails merged in the portal. She could hide there, and when he came out later… she considered stepping out to engage him, but again, rejected that thought. Tzegojuñi had set up these encounters in the intimate energy of their friendship, for her to observe the unspeakable. No, she was to be respectful until her friend invited her to participate. It would happen sometime soon, perhaps even during this gathering, until then she would enjoy all chances to observe Tzegojuñi in action.
As she considered the darkness, the dense area seemed likeliest to conceal her. It held a life force of emotion. The sensation was balancing and smooth, and small. There was enough room.
Then she would have the task of seeing. She did not know what Tzego was doing. In the few times he had brought Moonflower into this level of the dream, there was just instant recognition, however brief. Tzego’s teachings were characteristic of supernatural beings. His loos fluidity, however, belonged strictly to the Snake Clan. Among all womyn and their clan affiliations, it would be more usual to have structure in the ways of imparting wisdom, but Snake Medicine was always immersive first. Well, what was going to happen next?
She waited a long time, until all was quiet, and the energies of the dream began to spin. Minor irritation had returned, and she did not believe she could wait much longer on this occasion. There was no sign of activity in the portal now, and she cautiously rose to her feet. The stiffness in her muscles sent some jabs of pain through her legs, and for a moment, found it difficult to move. Then she gathered her medicine bag and her Keeper of Life Seer’s tools, looked over her shoulder, and moved back out of the vortex.
She was careful to keep the energies of their love between her and that critical portion of the portal where the two-spirit had vanished. She paused frequently to sense for any changes in the freqwuency of the dream energies, but there were none. The deep cleansing sounded its throbbing drone. Up portal womyn began to rise in the Gathering Place, chanting sunrise prayers.
Moonflower stopped at the opening and paused to look back in the dream once more. There was no sign of Tzego, and she nodded resolution as she moved back across the camp. She stopped at the kitchen and got some water to drink, then wash her face. Somewhat relieved, she turned to consider her morning chores at hand.
Checking in with her Midwife appeared to be the best choice. It was not quite full sun, but Bear Rock would be up. She moved along, searching for her teacher. The light was grey, the colors beginning to speak forth in the rising phase of the Sun. There would be more to the dream later, but it would be a full day of work before the Hour of k’e. She planned to get some rest along the way. Her problem of course, that while Tzego had not sensed her presence, it hindered her ability to talk with him about what she had experienced.
She peered among the womyn, to see her friend, taller in stature. The darkness of the night was nearly gone, and she thought for a moment how rapidly the gather was passing. She saw Bear Rock and ducked under an overhanging branch to reach the woman.
It was then that several things seemed to happen at once. There was the sound of the drum slap from behind her. Before she could react from her surprise, she was aware of a rush of heat. She straightened to clear her mind, realizing as she did that she was still in the dream. There was no way to explain the experience of being in waking reality, and yet walking in between. She only had a momentary glimpse of Tzego’s comforting smile, before it struck her… no one else saw her! Then she rolled over in her wolf robe and woke to the morning chant.
Maria Yracébûrû is a Native American ceremonialist who awakened as a channel when she was struck by lightning. She found herself looking into the eyes of her great grandmother, Naylin Lagé, and decided to pursue an exchange of information. Maria has an LLd in eco-psychology and is a prayer-maker and minister. She is author of Ah-Kine Remembrance, a merging of mythology, personal experience, and channeled knowledge on Pleiadian starseed lineage.