Joyous Greetings, everyONE!

Once upon a time in a place called Atlantis, rumors were circulating that cataclysm was near. Many meetings were held to try to figure out what to do about the impending doom. A very special meeting was held that was attended by the Asamee priests and priestesses, the whooping cranes, and the dolphins. Even in this late hour of Atlantis' history there were still some priests and priestesses left who could communicate with animals and animal spirits. The whooping cranes, the dolphins, and many other animals had lived in peaceful harmony and companionship with mankind through most of Atlantis' long and colorful history. They, too, were followers of the Law of One. It was at this meeting that the Asamee priests and priestesses, on behalf of mankind, asked the whooping cranes and dolphins for help. They asked for help in preserving the memory and the energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One.

All of mankind's religions and philosophies had their primal root in the Law of One. It is not a religion, though. It is just a law. And there are only three words to it: "All is One." That's it! "All is One." That's the whole law in its entirety. Just those three words. Anything else that can be said about the Law of One is just someone's interpretation of those three words. The Asamee priests and priestesses of Atlantis knew that mankind entered the Earth as one, but they knew also that we entered into this plane to experience a whole new dimension of vibration called duality. It was during Atlantis that mankind made the vibrational shift into duality. As this occurred, mankind's memory of the Law of One began to fade. The priests and priestesses knew that this was necassary, however, because it was all part of the big plan.

The Asamee priests and priestesses knew that mankind was on a downward spiral. Mankind was sinking into a denser vibration so that it could FULLY experience duality. The big worry of the priests and priestesses was that mankind would eventually get so bogged down in the denser vibrations that all memory of oneness would be lost. Once mankind had FULLY experienced duality, the plan called for the remembering of the Law of One. Being accomplished at duality, mankind would then merge the Law of One with that duality, thereby creating a whole new reality. It was a bold plan, with many unpredictables. The loss of memory was the unpredictable that the priests and priestesses were concerning themselves with when they asked the dolphins and whooping cranes to take on the responsibility of maintaining the memory of the Law of One until far into the future when mankind would finally be ready.

The vast oceans of this wondrous planet are like enormous data storage banks. Vibrations can be stored and maintained in the oceans for incredible amounts of time. The dolphin's sonar capabilities allow them to access that body of information. Dolphins are like the internet browsers of the ocean's computer network. The energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One are embedded in all things, including the oceans. Dolphins can access those energetic vibrational patternings and then translate and transmit those vibrations. The dolphins were asked by the Asamee priests and priestesses to help mankind over the next fifteen thousand years or so by continually broadcasting those energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One towards mankind. The dolphins readily agreed to this, knowing that the effectiveness of their task would be limited. The vibrations that the dolphins would be continually broadcasting would only reach humans that were close to the ocean, and only those humans who were open to it, such as small children and psychics. (Many psychics such as Ruth Montgomery and Edgar Cayce were told by their spirit guides that they should live near the ocean.) The priests and priestesses told the dolphins that there would come a time in the far future that communication between humans and dolphins would be re-established. At this time, the dolphins would help re-teach the Law of One to mankind.

Another place that information and vibrations can be stored is in the magnetic grid of the planet. Thin threadlike magnetic lines run through the atmosphere of the planet in a criss-cross grid pattern. Any information concerning the planet can be accessed through these lines. Although air travel was common in Atlantis, and although the Atlanteans had empregnated the grid system with the energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One, the priests and priestesses knew that in its downward spiral, mankind would no longer be putting these vibrations back into the grid. That is where the whooping cranes came in. The whooping cranes were asked to have a massive dose of Law of One vibrations embedded in their feathers. Since whooping cranes migrate in a north-south pattern in relation to these magnetic grid lines, they would be putting the energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One back into the grid every time they migrated. But that was only part of the whooping crane's mission.

The Asamee priests and priestesses told the whooping cranes that although they had been living and migrating in Atlantis for tens of thousands of years, they would have to relocate their migration patterns to a new land that was rising to the west. Atlantis, as they knew, was sinking into the ocean. The whooping cranes were told that far far into the future mankind would once again have a great civilization and that civilization would be centered in this new land. But even before this future civilization arose, refugees from the Atlantean cataclysm would go to this land and live there until that future time. The whoopers were to look after these people and help them learn of the Law of One. They were to play a part in their mythology and spirituality, leading them to the time when the rest of mankind would come to this land and begin that civilization. Great troubles would come in that future time and the whooping cranes were charged with the task of not only maintaining the energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One, but they also had to figure out a way to instill those vibrations into that new future civilization. When the whooping cranes asked the Asamee priests and priestesses how they were supposed to do that, the priests and priestesses shook their heads and replied, "We don't know. You'll have to figure that one out yourselves when the time comes." Filled with love for man, the whooping cranes agreed to undertake their mission.

By the end of the great Atlantean civilization mankind had totally entered into physicality. The Law of Duality had polarized mankind into two camps, but both of these camps were dispersed with the demise of Atlantis. Atlanteans, along with the karma they had built up during Atlantis, migrated to all parts of the globe, including North, Central, and South America, Europe, North Africa, and even India. They intermingled with all the other peoples of the planet. The Atlanteans were only one of five races of man. The Asamee soul group reincarnated into all of these races and continually appeared and played important roles in all the various civilizations that sprang up.

The first great civilization after Atlantis to spring up was pre-dynastic ancient Egypt. (10,500BC) Amilius reincarnated into this time as Thoth-Hermes, the great teacher who built the great pyramid. (His symbol was a white ostrich feather.) Later, he reincarnated in ancient Persia where he started Zoroastrianism. And of course there was the incarnation as Jesus of Nazareth, when he perfected his understanding of the Law of One and attempted to teach it to mankind. Mankind wasn't quite ready yet, though, and ended up distorting his teachings and using them to build a powerful hierarchical structure that dominated people rather than setting them free. It wasn't all bad, though, because members of the Asamee soul group were able to work through this system, so small fragments of the Law of One were still diseminated to mankind.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, in the land known as Turtle Island, refugees from Atlantis had been living for thousands of years. After being stripped down to bare survival after the Atlantean deluge, they slowly built up their own civilizations. These civilizations were based on man's relationship with nature. For the most part, these civilizations were peaceful and spiritual. Up until this point it had been an easy job for the whooping cranes.

But that would soon change...

At the time the White Man arrived and began settling the east coast of Turtle Island, the whooping cranes were grouped into three main flocks: The Florida flock wintered on the gulf coast of what is now Florida and summered in the Great Lakes region. The Mississippi flock wintered on the Gulf coast of Louisianna and summered near the headwaters of the Mississippi in northern Minnesota. The Texas flock wintered around Padre Island on the Gulf coast of Texas and summered in Canada. There is scientific evidence of a fourth flock that migrated up and down the east coast, but by the time white settlers got around to cataloging birds, these whoopers were already gone. All the native Turtle Islanders that lived along the whooper's migratory flight paths considered these birds to be special. Although most plains tribes had legends of White Buffalo Calf Woman coming to them as a buffalo that turns into a woman, several Mississippi Basin tribes have legends that describe White Buffalo Calf Woman coming to them as a whooping crane that turned into a woman. The Shawnee tribes of the Ohio River Valley also considered whooping cranes to be messengers of the Great Spirit.

And now for Crazy Horse. Perhaps the most famous of all the Turtle Islanders, Crazy Horse was born in the Black Hills of South Dakota (some say on Rapid Creek, others say by Bear Butte). Although he was born there, he spent a huge chunk of his formative youth growing up around the hills of the Pine Ridge just east of present day Chadron, Nebraska. Although there is a plethora of historical writings on Crazy Horse, none of these historians noticed something that I noticed and subsequently researched. It turns out that these beautiful hills where Crazy Horse grew up are located directly on the migratory flight path of the Texas flock of whooping cranes!

So what does all this mean? Well, technically, all it means is that there exists a mathematical possibility that Crazy Horse may have had an encounter with, or at least a sighting of, whooping cranes during his youth. Of course it is a slim possibility, especially considering that the whoopers were in Nebraska for only 2 to 4 weeks out of every year. But the possibility does, in fact, exist, and I hereby go out on a limb by making the assumption that it did. Going a little further out on that limb, I will also say that even if Crazy Horse was not aware of the whoopers, they were certainly aware of him.

Crazy Horse was a man of very very strong medicine. What many people don't know is that Crazy Horse was NOT a chief! Although he was briefly a shirt-wearer, he was never ever a chief. Like Jesus of Nazareth, however, Crazy Horse was a de facto leader of his people due to his incredible energy, which his people looked to for salvation. There were times in his life when Crazy Horse was irritated with his own people, but he bore the responsibility of protecting and saving his people with admirable determination. He came to be the personification of the Red Man and his spirit. He has been called the Jesus Christ of the Indian nations.

Historians have described September 9,1877 as the day that the Indian nations fell to their knees in defeat. (Note the double 9 and the double 7) The white man records that day in history as a day of victory, but the Turtle Islanders remember it as the day the Indian Spirit was broken; the day that Crazy Horse was assasinated! (By the way, 1877 was also the year that Edgar Cayce was born.) Although Crazy Horse had travelled all over Nebraska, Kansas, South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado during his life, he died just about 50 miles west of those beautiful hills where he spent his youth, at Ft. Robinson, Nebraska. With the migratory flight path of the Texas whooping cranes being 150 miles wide, Ft. Robinson also falls under that migratory flight path.

In my research into whooping cranes, I have learned that the Texas flock leaves Canada in August and arrives for refueling in Nebraska during the first half of September. This means that on the day Crazy Horse was assasinated, there exists a mathematical possiblity that whooping cranes could have been flying overhead when it happened. I will inch out on my limb a little further and assume that it did. (There's that saying about the word assume...)

At the time of Crazy Horse's assasination, whooping cranes were still quite plentiful and not at all endangered. When the whooping cranes flew over Ft. Robinson that day and witnessed the murder and felt the ensuing sorrow that spread through the Turtle Islanders like wildfire, they were very alarmed. ...So they called an emergency meeting.

In the meeting, one of the whoopers said, "We have instilled the Law of One into the Turtle Islanders, and we have helped maintain that vibration, just like we had promised, but now the Turtle Islanders are a defeated people with not enough spirit left to carry that vibration into the new civilization being born. What the heck do we do?"

Another crane responded, "I think this is the time the Asamee were talking about when we would have to figure it out for ourselves. It is obvious that we must turn our attention to the White Man and instill the vibration in him." This was met by much clucking and honking and laughter. "The White Man?" asked another whooper, "How do we do that? The White Man seems to be the very antithesis to the Law of One. Just look at how he treats his own people, not to mention the Turtle Islanders and all the animals on Turtle Island. There is no hope for this White Man!" Then a whooping crane in the back suddenly spoke up and asked, "What about White Woman?" This was met by silence as everyone stared at this odd bird.

And so it came to pass that the whooping cranes hatched a very bold, brazen, and dangerous plan...

The white man's history books claim that the demise of the whooping crane was due to loss of habitat, pesticides, and hunters. The real reason for the demise of the whooping crane is WHITE AMERICAN WOMEN! Before you get upset with me for saying that, please bear with me...

Just a mere decade after the assasination of Crazy Horse, America was swept up in a fashion craze. It began in the Gay Nineties (1890s) and lasted for almost 40 years. Suddenly, every woman in America was wearing really big hats--hats with feathers in them. With millions of White American Women (and yes Black American Women, too) wearing big hats with feathers in them, the demand for feathers skyrocketed, and the price skyrocketed, too.

The winter months were a time of little work for the migrant farmers of Florida, Louisianna, and Texas, since crops were not planted or harvested at that time. Whooping cranes (and other birds) wintered in these regions, though, and provided desparately needed income with their feathers. No feather was more highly prized than the whoopind crane feather, so milky white and large as they were. The wing tip feathers, with their black tips, were the most sought after feather of all. Because of this demand for feathers for hats for women, the wholesale slaughter of whooping cranes began. The entire Florida and Louisianna flocks were completely wiped out because of the feather trade. The Texas flock was almost wiped out. By the time of the Great Depression, when women's hats became small and featherless again, there were only 14 whooping cranes left in the entire world!!

Sounds sad, doesn't it? But allow me to ask everyone a very important question. What would be the result of millions of American women wearing whooping crane feathers on their heads? Allow me to answer my own question. The result of millions of American women wearing whooping crane feathers is that those millions of women were impregnated with the energetic vibrational patternings of the Law of One!!!! The whoopers knew that the pendulum would soon be swinging back towards the feminine, and realized that their last hopr for the Law of One vibrations was with women. Of course, it would take a generation or two or three for the vibrations to gestate before manifesting, but when they did manifest, the Law of One would be saved and returned to mankind through women.

The whooping cranes had successfully fulfilled their mission!

(This is an extremely abbreviated version of the whole story. There is a lot more to talk about, and I'm sure we will.)

Love and laughter,
White Feather
Copyright 2000 White Feather

Well now, that is a legend that just about covers all! Well done, White Feather. The title made me giggle and the story made me think now there's a person who pulls together seemingly disparate elements and reframes them in a way that makes you think. I confess I'm not sure what to make of it, but I sure like what you have done.

Ho, White Feather! I knew I was going to like you from the moment I saw your name. I've been reading your thread on Atlantis, but haven't said anything there because I relate more to the American Indian experience than Atlantis. I told my daughter that she has to read what you said about Atlantis, because she has memories of that experience. While we were discussing it, she mentioned that when she meditated on Atlantis she became aware that the A sound was very prominent. I had just read the same thought on your thread.

When ever I read anything like this I go inside and ask mys-ELF if it "rings true." There is something vaguely familiar about every thing you say. As soon as you said that at one point there were only 14 whooping cranes left, I had to look up the number 14. It's Movement, but with a Challenge, "due to the strong currents of change." Fits, doesn't it? I looked up Cranes in the encyclopedia and am I right in assuming that whooping cranes are the only ones who are white? I ask because I lived in N.E. Arkansas for quite some time and used to see fields full of these beautiful white cranes. I used to spend a lot of time in the fields in the area looking for arrow heads, but never found any white feathers. I may go back and look again.

Please do continue with your stories. I am really looking forward to what you have to say next. What a banquet of food for thought!!!

LOve and Laughter

Freebird

Dear Whitefeather,
I Am Absolutely Amazed by your story! and I Am very, very, very grateful to you for telling it to us!
The entire story was PROFOUNDLY MOVING to me,
but the part about the WHOOPING CRANES flying overhead when Crazy Horse was killed made me shiver and has brought a deep sadness in my heart.
What Wise and Clever birds those Whooping Cranes were!
Also, your story reminded me of all the horrible cruelties which have occured through out human's history.
But through it all the LIght cOntinues.
And because of the Whooping Cranes sacrifice we are here together today.
Many, Many thanks and Blessings to you dear friend.
Peace
SeaJ

Dear SeaJ,

Have you noticed that you posted at 1:11. These connections to various subtleties are so interesting.

I live in an area where there are some whooping cranes, which we see from time to time in this county. They always visited when I stayed in a certain place in Santa Barbara. And they now appear here in this Valley. Usually I only see one at a time.

Now we must save all of these birds and mammals, which have been so helpful to us. The Dolphins are still being killed by the nets and so on. They must have more protection. Hopefully there will be something we can do together.

There is much I must do today. Hopefully I will have more to tell you later tonight.
Happy Leap Day to Every One!!

Love and Sunshine and Moonlight to All,

Dolphin2

Dear DOLphIn 2,
Thank you for the LOve, SunshIne and MOOnLIght!
SYNCHRONICITY is what these coincidences are all about. SYNCHRO is like FLOW and we are IN THE FLOW.
And did you know MOONLIGHT is very healing.
MOONLIGHT contains a substance known as SOMA akaDIVINE NECTAR.
And I read somewhere that all enlightened ones emenate this substance. I prefer to describe it as the SOOTHING ESSENCE OF PEACE which is all pOWerfuL and peacefuL.
I also feel that SOMA-subtle essence of MOONLIGHT, cOntaIns the knOWledge that LOVE HEALS ALL AND LOVE creates LIGHT and LIGHT cOntaIns the POWER, PEACE AND WISDOM Of ALL ONE.
FurthermOre; yOu dOn't have to search thIS LIGHT Out, It IS WIthIn each and every WISE SOUL, and WISE SOULS are enLIGHTened.
The Way TO becOme WISE IS tO gO WITHIN as Linda Love and Nahathan would say "BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD.QUITE!"
WISdOm cOntaInS LOve and LIght!
Peace
SeaJ

Greetings Freebird and SeaJ,

I appreciate your replies very very much! And I love both of your names! They go very well with the story don't you think?

Freebird, I believe almost all cranes have some white to them, but it is the whooping crane that is the whitest. What you saw were probably sandhill cranes, which look very much like whoopers, but are smaller and don't have the black tipped feathers, and are more an off-white. Sandhill cranes are very numerous, found throughout the 48 states. Of course all cranes are sacred. The Lakota word for crane, by the way, is pehan. For what its worth, the Latin word for feather is penna.

The count on whooping cranes bottomed out at 14 in the year 1931, which is also a 14. I never found out the count for 1999, but I know that it was lower than 1998, when I believe there were 118. (Correct me if I'm wrong, someone.) As you may know, our government tried to introduce whoopers into a flock of sandhill cranes that migrated between New Mexico and Idaho. After almost forty years of trying to get this new flock started, our government officially scrapped the project three months ago, citing it as a dismal failure. The reason it was a failure, of course, is because the program was run by men! Although they seem to like me okay, whooping cranes don't respond well to male energy. The karma between whoopers and humans is between the whoopers and women, not men. If we are to save the whoopers, it will have to be done by women. Tom Robbins figured this out back in the late Sixties and spoke about it in his classic novel, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. Tom Robbins even made a reference or two to Crazy Horse in that book, but never made any connection.

And that reminds me, WriteOn, I appreciated your comments substantially, especially coming from a writer such as yourself. I have a Tom Robbins quote for you (Speaking of Tom Robbins): "Everything is part of it."

Making those connections is what its all about. Seeing how everything is connected is how we see that we are all ONE. Its what takes us home!

Crazy Horse had a vision early in his life that showed that he should never wear those big feathered head-dresses that other warriors wore. He was instructed to never ever wear anything on his head or in his hair except for a lone single solitary feather. I have never found any historical data revealing what kind, or what color, that feather was.

Another odd fact about Crazy Horse is that he never ever allowed himself to be photographed. This was for spiritual reasons. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was missing several of his front teeth.

Crazy Horse understood and appreciated what the Buffalo did for his people, but we do not yet understand, nor appreciate, what the whooping crane has done for us.

But that's changing!

Love and laughter,
White Feather

Dear WhItefeather,
The White WHOOPING crane feathers contained the WHITE HEALING LIGHT OF PEACE. What a beautiful way for the WhOOpIng Cranes to spread LOve and LIghtaka.knOwLedge of Asamee.ALLONE
ThankyOu again WhItefeather for sharing this story of LOve and LIght for ALLOFUSHERE in Linda Land.
You have great COurage, LOve and LIght.*
Peace
SeaJ

Dear White Feather,

Regarding photographs and feathers, at least as far as our lodge discussed, handed down by my father, the single feather which Chief Gall wore was a Golden Eagle feather. The whiter the feather the braver the warrior. This was an honor bestowed on them in the Hunkpapa tribe of the Lakota Sioux.

There was a belief that having photographs taken would take the spirit of the person being photographed. Crazy Horse was photographed. I have books with his photos in them, as there are of Gall.

As for the rare cranes out here they were almost totally white and would show up as I left in the early morning and come again in the evening when I returned. I saw them in November, March, and July at the same place whenever I stayed there. I wish I had known as much about them then, and animal totems, as I do now. They are considered a symbol of good fortune by the Chinese, I believe. But I have not done any further research on this, as I am trying to stay focussed telepathically right now. I had so much difficulty writing this that my keyboard batteries must be running out.

Love and Laughter,

Dolphin2

Dear Whitefeather,
I like your name too! "Birds of a feather, flock together."(I just couldn't resist writing that!)lol
It's perfect harmony that the One of us called Whitefeather brought us together!
Don't you agree KnOwfLakes!?!
Just remember, the LIght is WIthIn.
The WHOOPING CRANE story reminded me of how so many terrible tragedies could be prevented if everyone could simply KNOW this NOW. We must stOp looking outside ourselves for fulfillment. No thing outside of you can make you happyakafulfilled. There is no substitute for this inner knowing. No amount of money, no amount of whooping crane feathers, nothing. What an irony that such a beautiful, beautiful species of bird was wiped out because of this looking outside ourselves for happinessakafulfillment.
The only way is to just go within. Just be still and let the love surface. Just let it be.
Also we can accomplish so much more by cooperating rather than competing. By helping rather than harming. By remembering daily ourselves that "WE ARE ALL ONE."
By joining in LOve and LIght we increase the Peace On Earth.
Oh and one more thing Whitefeather,
I don't think it is simply a matter of masculine and feminine energy that the whooping cranes are responding too but I understand what you are trying to say. I feel that the whooping cranes like you beacause they sense you are a peacefull person.*
They must be very sensitive to vibrations.Perhaps the governments' motives in helping the whooping cranes weren't clear to the whooping cranes. Perhaps the government had an alterior motive?? Just a thought, but I believe they are very wise birds and I feel perhaps when the whooping cranes begin to reappear, then that may be a sign that a "critical mass" of peaceful souls are present on Earth and then they will feel safe to reappear.
Just an idea.
Peace
SeaJ

Dale Louise,

If you have a picture of Crazy Horse, I sure would like to see it. I've spent several years researching Crazy Horse. I've hunted down every word that has ever been printed about him. I've found over forty different references to him never being photographed. Eleanor Hinman, Mari Sandoz, and Stephen Ambrose all claim he was never photographed. According to the Nebraska State Historical Society, there were a couple of photos being circulated around the turn of the century claiming to be photos of him, but the Society proved they were fakes. (Made after his death by unscrupulous photographers trying to cash in on his fame and the lack of a true photo.) One of these fake photos is on display in the Mari Sandoz museum in Chadron, Nebraska. This particular photo is considered "good" because the Indian in the photo supposedly looked very much like Crazy Horse. Labratory analysis of the photo showed the photo was made either in 1898 or 1899, over a decade AFTER Crazy Horse was murdered. Another photo was circulated for a while of an Indian whose name was Crazy Horse, but it was not the same Crazy Horse. DaleLouise, please please please tell me the name of this book, author, and publisher, so that I can hunt a copy down for myself. I would love nothing more than to see a true authenticated photo of Crazy Horse. (And so would a lot of historians.)

Thanks!
White Feather

Dear White Feather, thank you so much for that noble truth.I too felt an immense wave of sorrow and compassion sweep over me upon the assassination of Crazy Horse.Perhaps he never wished to be photographed, just like other tribes, for reasons that Linda suggested- about the negatives taking parts of each persons individual vibratory influence- I feel his heart must have been open very much to all the 'star signs' of which we speak.Do the cranes have any bearing on the symbol/s of ASAMEE?I too had the thought that all our names, especially yours tied in nicely (not coincidentally, for nothing is coincidence) with the story (I describe it as a story with much hestiation, as we can all pick up on its truth).Perhaps you have just revealed to me the reason I picked up on the American-Indian influence in my first impressions of the word/name ASAMEE!I am so excited!Forgive me for the delays in getting here-uni called!Someone, I think it may have been you, asked me what I was studying.I am studying Philosophy and Sustainable Development.Sustainable Development enables you to work with third world countries, renewable and new enviro. friendly resources, animal species etc.It's majorly concerned with conservation of resources, the environment, and of course the people in our world and their habitat, all of which effects one another in one giant biosphere....Maybe i'll be finding those surviving whooping cranes and uniting humanity to the Law of One with you all too!!!! LIGHT AND LOVE TO YOU ALL,JUSTINE

Greetings White Feather
You have given a Gift of Enlightenment
This is the Time of Re-Membering. The Whooping Crane's White Feather has become the Quill if you will to recount the Truth of the Law of One. The Righting Instrument of the Word.

Crazy Horse died 9-9-1877. His death day predicted the final count of cranes...1877 equals 14 or 5. The 5 denotes the recording of the event...a mark in Time.

Crazy Horse was instructed to wear One Feather only to preserve and honor the Law of One. Living the Law of One requires no leaders.

As for the probabilty of Crazy Horse seeing Whooping Cranes in September on the Pine Ridge...I lived in Nebraska and I have seen Whooper's. They are larger than the Sand Hill Crane and definitely whiter. The Sand Hill is a grey/brown color. The Pine Ridge (not the present day reservation) is a low mountain ridge line that runs south from the Black Hills, which is Sacred to the Souix. Box Butte Canyon lies to the South West and was a favorite meditational vision spot for Crazy Horse.

Weep not for the Whooping Crane. Nothing is ever lost or destroyed. The loss in numbers of Cranes for their feathers was in perfect harmony with their True Purpose. To tickle our memory and awaken us to full fill our purpose.

This is the time of the Femine Energy reclaiming Her Power. She is finding her Voice. She is also finding within her Masculine Energy her Heart. The Balance of the Law of One is speaking from One Heart.

As for the 'government'...this falls into the realm of the good guys and the bad guys. They did this and Oh, are we happy we can blame someone for something that we had nothing to do with....but we being ALL ONE did have a part. The expression of Duality requires the experience of the Right/Wrong, Good/Bad.

The next step to embracing the Law of One is to embrace the actions of All as perfect in their expression. Without which there would be no duality...no stretch of our Soul Glue to Snap us back into our Knowing and Trust It

This flow of Memory = Me More Me that we are experiencing is presently stemming from our Atlantean Daze. Those memories originated in Lemuria and before that MU. As we advance in this reawakening the Merging is manifesting along the Whooping Crane's path of migration. It is moving Westward towards the ancient land of Lemuria.

We have had mentioned in this Atlantean thread the Flying Golden Discs. In the book "The Sacred Symbols of MU" the oldest symbol is that of the Sun/RA, a circle. One symbol found in Mexico,named the Mexican Butterfly shows wings on the circle in the shape of a Butterfly. Only ONE! All other winged circle's or flying discs have FEATHERS on the wings. What is Lighter than a Feather? Flight Feather and Light = Flight

We are emerging from our own creation. As the Butterfly fans the beauty of All Colors expressed in it's Wings we are seeing the Beauty of All One. Our wings, our arms embracing ALL Presence as ALL ONE.

East Meets West

Follow Your Heart
Pat

Copywrite2000Pat C. Myers

White Feather,

Yes, I agree with you (and Tom Robbins )that making connections is what it's all about.

There's a personality theory called enneagrams that describes nine personality types. Maybe you've looked into it? My mom studies it. (She studies EVERYTHING, lol.) It's kind of like astrology without the stars, or numerology, done in reverse. Instead of finding your sign or your numbers and looking up what they say about you, you first look at what you and others can say about you and then find your number to gain additional insight.

Well, heck, I was going to tell you my enneagram number, but now that I'm looking for the books I can only find one of them and it's not the really good one where I can quickly find the description. Anyway, it's the number who tends to see connections that aren't necessarily seen by others. Of course, I think that's a good thing, but like all the numbers, it has its drawbacks too. You know, like I'll say, "This plus that is what led to this third thing occurring." And someone else will say, "You moron, that's not what I was talking about at all," or "That's beside the point," or "That doesn't make sense," because a lot of times it's not straight line things I'm drawing together, it's more like tracing the points of a star.

I don't mean to presume to tell you how you are, but I'm harboring a suspicion that you may be the same enneagram number. Pondering and studying things that shine out to you as interrelated and then connecting the dots. You create a lovely and a telling shape, but it's one that's gonna be pretty darn hard to sell to Encyclopedia Britannica, dontcha know.

The folks who focus only on the study of cranes might look at you cross-eyed, the folks who focus only on the study of the history of the Sioux might smile indulgently, etc., etc. They're focused on their own point of the star. But I think it's a gift to seek the connections, and reading your piece made me feel happy.

DaleLouise,
Please please forgive my rude post. I don't know what overcame me. I freak myself out sometimes seeing how I react concerning Crazy Horse. Its scary. I will not let those energies take over again. Sorry.

White Feather

WriteOn,
Thanks! That was beautiful. I've studied Gurdjieff, but never got around to the enneagram part. It sounds like you're on to something. Throughout my life I've seen connections that no one else sees, and it has been frustrating at times. Just when I think that I've learned patience, I see that I haven't.

I'm just connecting myself, of course. Goodness, there are a lot of aspects to connect. Thanks, everyone, for your patience.
White Feather

Beautifully stated as usual Pat.
I do agree. Oh how you comfort me!
And by the way, do you know what happened to Moonglow? I miss her.

Whitefeather, I know what you mean about overeacting. I do that too sometimes; especially about Linda Love.
Think nothing of it.

Dolphin 2,
I thought I read on one of your posts that you collect dolphins? I do too! Mostly pictures though. But I used to have a beautiful crystal dolphin.....
Peace
SeaJ

Greetings, everyONE!

It is a new day and I am me again. I have kicked Crazy Horse out of my life. I will no longer have anything to do with the S.O.B. He is one of my least favorite people right now. I cannot explain that any better right now, but perhaps some day. (I will say that I have learned the true meaning of the word assume.)

With "him" kicked off this thread, we can concentrate on dolphins, whooping cranes, and other positive aspects of the Asamee.

Did you know that Padre Island is the only place in the world where you can find both dolphins and whooping cranes in the same place? (And only in winter)

You know, Flipper was one of my favorite shows as a young kid. As I became an adult, though, I sort of forgot about dolphins. I can't forget about them anymore, however. All I have to do is walk past my daughter's bedroom, which is a shrine to dolphins. Now there's a dolphin story I'll have to tell when I have more time.

Happy March!
White Feather

You sure have started a couple of great threads, White Feather. They both took off like wild fire. The "Time was Right" for all of us to come together and remember. It will be very interesting to see what effect all of this will have on the future.

I have an observation about this male/female thing. The Lacota were very aware of how important the female energy is, but it's a concept that kind of got lost in history. It wasn't only something that the white MAN did. Women lost sight of their power and importance. Could that be why the whooping crane sacrificed it's feathers? To wake women up to their place in the scheme of things. It will take a perfect balance of the Male/Female energy to make things right again.

Pat, I couldn't agree more about the whooping crane. I feel they are very proud to be a part of the solution. I believe that back there, in the begining, we did communicate with the animials. Some of them, such as the Buffalo, chose to help mankind. The Lacota were very aware of this and that is why they thanked the spirit of the Buffalo after the hunt. They were aware that some animals "chose" to honor us in this way. Actually, there isn't a single animal that we couldn't learn from.

I'm off to see if I can find something I read a while back about the butterfly. I'll be back after I find it.

LOve and Laughter, my friends

Dear White Feather,

I didn't think you were overreacting about Crazy Horse. I would have probably done the same, if somone had information I was looking for. So apologies are unnecessary, but accepted, of course. Actually as soon as I posted my reply to you, I thought I should find the books that I described. Well...I thought the books were all in my house, but with so many books I still have many stored in boxes, not easily accessible right now. I found only six of my Native American books in the house and two of those have no photographs, drawings, or paintings. The one I am thinking of is a large book with reprints of newspaper accounts of Custer's last stand and several photos of Gall, as I have these in my memory bank. I thought I had a picture of Crazy Horse in my mind also, now you have me doubting it. The book I am thinking of has a dustjacket with a Native American painting of what is commonly known as Custer's Last Stand with the battlefield shown. The book contains many references to Colonel Benteen. It discusses Gall and his men taking out Reno's troops and of course, many references to Crazy Horse.

It is such a large book, I have never read it all the way through. You see for some reason I have never particularly liked Crazy Horse, so did not study up on him. I didn't like Sitting Bull either, even though he was Gall's adopted uncle after Gall's family was killed. You see, Gall took his lodge and followers to Canada, because he wouldn't sign the treaty. He was displeased about the signing of that Treaty which gave away so much. As you all know, Native Americans do not believe in owning the land, but treat it with reverence and gratitude. Something I will write more about later. He did not live on a government reservation until much later, when he became a judge at Standing Rock Agency. It was only at that time, near the end of his life that Gall was photographed in full headdress, which seems a little strange to me, but times had changed by then. Gall was a literate man and could read and write in English. At one time, I had a copy of a letter he wrote, but it got burned in a fire along with many items I had. But none of the books were burned. I will look some more.

White Feather, I get the feeling that you may be the reincarnation of Crazy Horse, if you have such an affinity for him. You sound like this is not your usual behavior about most subjects. To me, you have an air of serenity, confidence, vast knowledge, and a sense of humor.

As for dolphins, SeaJ asked if I was the one with the dolphin collection, but it was Kelly who mentioned that toward the end of the Asamee thread. But I do have a dolphin collection ranging from windchimes to statuary to necklaces, pictures, calendars, folders, notebooks, you name it. Beautiful dolphins all over my house. I have mermaids, too.

Whie Feather, I made my first response to this thread in your White Feather thread. Perhaps you have not read it, so here is the question again. Are we supposed to continue the Asamee thread here or continue it there? I am a little confused, as the Whooping crane story was, I thought, going to be in the White Feather thread, so now I don't know whether this is that story or if this is part 2 of the Asamee thread. perhaps it doesn't really make a difference since we got to hear it, but I am curious. Please answer this and tell us what you have up your sleeve next!

Love and Laughter and Bright Rainbows,

Dolphin2

Ah-ha! This is where you all flew and swam to! Tee-hee.
I don't think ANYONE is overeacting in the slightest. At first, it's a bit of a mental stretch to go from Atlantis to Crazy Horse to whooping cranes...but, it's really not.
All this, especially the part about the whooping cranes has a definite ring of truth to it. Whooping cranes are beautiful...nothing ever really dies. The cranes gave up their lives in a quest against darkenss. Thus, they are still part of creation, and will continue to be so.
I have been meditating deeply on what happened to Atlantis and why, and I was relieved to read WhiteFeather's post on duality and the Law of One, because I had come out of meditation with a thought that it wasn't so much that people who remembered the Law of One were arguing with people who were for duality. That was understood, to an extent. The problem was that there was darkness in Atlantis, drawn by Karma, and that darkness encouraged the use of technology without love. Think about it, are we not in a similar position now? We have all these wonders-but if it is misused...
I also have had a thought about crystals. Does anybody remember THE Crystal? This is vastly important to what I wrote above, and to the misuse of technology. I think...I think Linda maybe said something about this. Anyway,
Like the sea, crystals have a remarkable power for energy storage and transfer.
Scientifically speaking, a crystal the size of your pinky nail can store about three sets of encyclopedias from A-Z. Could be more...
Some info from conversation with the Dolphins, and AN EXPERIMENT TO TRY:
I also feel strongly that since crystals are such great conduits, as well as storage units, and being related to the magnetic ley energy of the earth, that there is a stong possibility that ALL or MOST crystals could give us back MUCH information that we have "lost". It would have rippled through them at some point or another. All we have to do is access it.If anyone knows how to charge a crystal, wouldn't it be possible, in theory, to extract information stored in it? I can feel charges in many objects, and see what memories and things are associated with them. I am going to try this experiment with some crystals I have. If anyone else wants to try, then please do! See what happens!

Light and Love,
Kelly

L L!
I Love You All!
Peace
SeaJ

Hello Every One!

I just lost a lengthy post, when my call waiting interrupted, so I will try again.
I am doing this in reverse, so I hope I don't forget what I was inspired to write.

First, White Feather, about Flipper, that wonderful show about a dolphin. It starred Lloyd Bridges along with the dolphin. You were talking about connections. Well here are some more. Lloyd's sons, Beau and Jeff also participated in the show. This family has been very admired in Hollywood and elsewhere for their decency. In Santa Barbara for the past several years, Jeff has been helping the homeless shelter. He even made a film about it and it was sponsored by United Way and the City of Santa Barbara. I also participated in some of this. It seems to me that, even if it was only on a subconscious level, the dolphins may have conveyed a sense of responsibility and caring to this family. This is not to take anything away from their own goodwill and sense of direction. But they are respected members of the community over decades, not easy to do in Hollywood, or anywhere for that matter.

I will address Kelly separately, because the other response is a little longer.

Love and Laughter,
Dolphin2

Dear Kelly,

You were talking about the crystals and their possible retention of information. You have communicated well with the dolphins and I see no reason why you wouldn't be able to extract the information retained by the cell memories in the crystals. I believe that all things have cell memories and all things are alive, yes, even rocks. We were taught this in the Native American Medicine Wheel class. In all cultures there are different beliefs according to their culture. In Chinese Astrology for example, they use elements such as wood and so on to represent certain qualities. In the Medicine Wheel, animal totems are used, as well as stones like round smooth river rocks to aid in conveying information. For example when assessing where a person may be out of balance, one takes a large stone and holds it, facing in each direction of the compass. The South represents Emotional, the East-Mental, the North-Spiritual, and the West-Physical. When holding the stone and turning to each direction a message is given to the holder. It may be a physical sensation or a thought or a feeling or several of these. The information is being received through the stone into the person.

To go further, the animal totems can also send us messages. The Dolphin represents the third step toward the Center of the Wheel, God Within. That third step is Unfolding on the Emotional-South spoke of the Wheel. It is the highest step and closest to God after Trust and Love. The White Buffalo represents Spirit in the North direction. There are Animal Totems for each direction and each step. Each one helps to heal what is out of balance. So why not a dolphin and a crystal to do the same for the world and the universe. I think it is just a matter of being still and opening up to hearing and feeling everything that we should hear about the universe and ourselves. We probably spend way too much time with the television on in the background. Yes, I have done it, too.

With Much Love,
Dolphin2

Well this came out a little different than I wrote it the first time, but I pray it is in the direction for our purposes here.

DaleLouise,
thanks again!
I will work on this, because I really think it's going to take some work...
I wonder...I don't live that far away from Wyoming. There is a HUGE medicine wheel there, up on a moutain. I don't think it's too far, but it's probably not a day trip-there may be some interesting things to be found there! I think I may also visit the Pryor Mountains, which are also quite close. These mountains are extremely sacred to Native Americans-I have often felt compelled to visit-I haven't been there for a long time. There are LOTS of little people there! =)
I will let you all know when I go to these places. I would like to take your prayers with me, if any of you are in need of something...if there is something that the group at large would like an answer to, I would like to take that with me as well.
I may be visiting Vegas the 19-25. I will have a chat with Banjo and the rest. If any of you are close by, or will also be visiting, let me know.

Light and Love,
Kelly

Hi Kelly,

I have never been to Las Vegas. It would b nice if I could get over there, but I doubt it right now. I will think about it.

The main thing, if you are communicating with the dolphins in an area which I can imagine has a lot of conflicting energies, then I think you would be able in a quiet area to just let the information flow into you from whatever rock, crystal, or tree. One of the things I did not mention is that we pcik out the object that "calls" to us. But I think you understand that, because "Banjo" must have called to you. Did he say what his real name is. After that wonderful dolphin story that I read, I really want to know more.

I also must say that dolphins can live in Atlantis right now without having to go deep in the ocean, as it seems to be in some shallower water as well as deeper. I believe they have to come up to the surface to breathe. But I also think that some of them have developed an incredible ability to store oxygen and I think there may be some air pockets within Atlantis. I was seeing this yesterday and some formations, but I can't quite describe it. Perhaps like a shallow volcano with air inside, but still underwater. Very hard to describe what I am seeing and getting an impression of. I see colors, feel the texture, breathe the air, and yet I am underwater. I see this consciously, as I don't need to go into a trance. I can see and feel this as I am writing it. Kelly, you seem to be a catalyst for me, as some of the others are.

Beautiful Rainbows Under the Sea,

Dolphin2

This is the 3rd time I will be typing this post. The first two times my internet server went down before I could get it posted and I lost everything. So maybe I'll have to post one paragraph at a time to get it in...

Here is a little dolphin story...

When my wife and I were pregnant with our daughter back in 1986, we spent an incredible amount of time fantasizing and talking about our future child. We never got a sonagram, and didn't need to. We were totally convinced it would be a girl, and it was. We imagined what she would be like as a baby, a child, a teenager, and an adult. We made our little lists of prophecies: what color would her hair be, what color would her eyes be, would she like music or art or theater, would she be introverted or extraverted, when would she be born, what would be her favorite color, would she be as tall as her father or her mother, etc. (And it is amazing how accurate we were.) We were so excited about the little entity that was coming to be with us. We could feel her presence, and we know that the three of us had been together before.

I once asked my mother how she and my father came up with my name, and she said, "We opened the newspaper one day and saw a list of the ten most popular names of the year, and we picked the number one name." Years ago, I was greatly insulted and hurt by this. She spent no more than 2 minutes picking my name! No creativity was shown whatsoever. I felt I was being given a generic name, thereby being told that I was just common and not special. After going through school with 3,4,or 5 boys with my name in every class, I was starting to feel a little generic. I wanted a special name, but didn't realize I had one. Heck, I was probably the angel who made sure the paperboy delivered the paper that day.

You can imagine how I reacted to the task of naming my own child. I turned it into a humongous research project. I did the exact opposite of my mother. My main goal was to find the most unique name that I could, one that she would never encounter in another human, yet not bizarre or something that she would resent later. It had to be very special, and have significant meaning to it. And not only that, but the numerology had to be perfect. Of the many books we researched, the one we used the most was Linda Goodman's Star Signs. It took us a few months, but we finally came up with the name Naia. It comes from Greek Mythology. Naia is the original water nymph who first gave life to springs, creeks, and rivers. For a middle name we picked Keshet, which is the Hebrew word for rainbow. Naia Keshet is without a doubt a unique name and one which is great standing alone without the last name, should she ever want to drop that. We've never met anyone named Naia, so far. Naia digs her name, and we're proud of ourselves and "our research".

A couple of years ago, Naia went with her mother to the Gulf Coast of Texas for a reunion of my wife's family. (Being chained to the bookstore, I didn't go.) She got to go fishing on a boat out in the Gulf and she saw her very first dolphin. Ever since that day Naia has been a bonafide cerfified dolphin freak! At first, I didn't take much notice, thinking it was just another phase she was going through, but it just kept escalating in seriousness. She's got a dophin calendar, some carved wooden dolphins on her wall, dolphins posters, dolphin statuary, dolphin candles, dolphin t-shirts, dolphin ear-rings, dolphin necklaces...and I've only touched the surface of the inventory. For quite a while I wondered how one little dolphin sighting could possibly have such an intense effect. I was curious about her fixation, but I guess I never bothered to understand it. It was just a part of her.

Then one day last year I was emptying a box of books in the bookstore and I came across a Hawaiian dictionary. I was compelled to put the other books down and pick up the dictionary. I opened it up right to the page where the listings for the letter N began, and right there, the first listing under N was for the word naia...

...which is the Hawaiian word for dolphin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One more page...

I originally thought I was pretty cool for coming up with such a cool name, and I have "puffed myself up" for all the research I did, but now I realize that Naia was picking her own name all along.

Taking the Hawaiian translation rather than the Greek translation, her name means "dolphin rainbow". And I finally understand my daughter's room.

When White Buffalo Calf Woman gave me my new name, she did it in about the very same amount of time as my mother did when she picked my birth name. I have learned that names have very specific purposes and energies, and that we basically pick our own names. My daughter has taught me much.

The end.

I could feel someone saying, "hurry up, hurry up." This was pretty weird posting a paragraph at a time. I had replies to some posts, but lost them and will try to recall them tomorrow.

Love and laughter,
White Feather

Greetings, everyONE,

I will explain what really went down with Crazy Horse yesterday, but I didn't feel like it tonight. I talked to Pat today and I think her supreme wisdom has set me back on track.

EternalMask, you made some very good points. I have some things to relate about crystals, but not tonight, so don't let me forget.

DaleLouise, I guess I have moved things from the White Feather thread over here. It just sort of happened. And I can't remember the other thing I wanted to tell you. I'm wiped out. Tomorrow!

Love and laughter,
White Feather

Pure GOLD Whitefeather.
Blessings.
Your "little dolphin story"
is enchanting.

After reading that I am grinning from ear to ear. Your little dolphin brings you much joy, that I am sure of.
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Ah yes Pat. She has a Wonderful Way about her, doesn't she? Her name should be Wisdom

Well Goodnight Knowflakes
Peace
SeaJ

white feather,
hello,
im sorry i am a little new here, but i was wondering about your entire story of atlantis, asamee etc etc. mostly i am curious as to where you got the information. did you read it somewhere or?
~crystllyne

Welcome Crystilyne,

I was about to ask White Feather that same question. He is extraordinarily gifted, so I don't know if he is psychic or channeling or what. I just know that what he says is very valuable to us.

Dear White Feather, as you know Mercury is Retrograde and a lot of us are having some difficult times posting and losing. As a matter of fact, as I was losing my posts, because it said I had the wrong password, which had been shown automatically like my user name, I got to thinking I hope White Feather never loses a post, because his are much longer than mine. I see you took the same route I did and posted short messages. It works! Bless you for your patience!! It is exhausting though.

Now as to your daughter's beautiful name,
Naia, I immediately recognized it as river dolphin when I read your first message about it. Don't ask how I knew, I just did. There are river dolphins in the Rio Beni and the Amazon. I have not yet been there, but I believe they are golden sand colored dolphins.

Last week I was in a toy store here and picking out some toys to send to a friend's sons in Nebraska. While I was looking at things for boys, I came across some necklaces. And yes, there were dolphins. None of the colors looked right, but each was made of semi-precious gems. I picked out the one that was golden sand colored. Perhaps, your Naia picked that one out for me. It sounds like she is as gifted as her parents. Have you had her look at these threads, yet? And is your wife reading and connecting to them also? By the way, I loved when you said when ou and your wife were pregnant, how very beautiful. If only other men could enjoy it that much and participate in the whole wonderful experience. Of course, not all women enjoy it either, but it seems you and your wife were very fortunate to share this.

Love and Rainbows,
Dolphin2

Another message about dolphins follows.

Blessings EveryOne!

If you have been reading the Asamee, Atlantis thread you know about the link that we were given to a beautiful dolphin site, with music and animation. Well, after reading the first two chapters of Song of the Dolphins I ordered a few copies, but the order didn't go through. so I contacted the seller and tried to contact the author as well. Well the message to the author bounced back with no explanation, but I received three messages from the seller in Hawaii. Here comes more synchronicity. I had mentioned how I had found their site and that there were several of us interested in the dolphin story. He said he had forwarded my message to the author, without me telling him the other message had been returned. He also told me about the movie being made of this story right now and that the time is right. His message also gave me shivers, because it appears that we are connected with the people who are bringing this story forward.

For those who have not checked out the dolphin site and read the story, please do! Here is the address Donna gave us on the Asamee thread: www.Songofthedolphins.com/
By the way, the seller, Captain Rick, gave me another e-mail address for the author, Derek, it starts with dolphin.

Love and Beautiful Dolphin Dreams,

Dolphin2

Hello All!

I thought I should introduce myself at last, since I have been enjoying all of your posts on the original Asamee thread, and now this one as well. I am the woman who is married to White Feather.

What an exciting ride I'm having at Lindaland!

I have a comment to add about the winged disc. I recently read an article about a woman named Bonita Luz who, among other things, leads tours to sacred sites in Peru. There is a "legend" that Lord Aramu Muru, who brought the Golden Disc to Lake Titicaca, left the planet at a place now called the Doorway of Aramu Muru in the area of Peru between Puno and the Bolivian border. In this area are unusual formations of rose colored stones.

In the stones there is a doorway, and a carved channel on either side. Ms. Luz says that in one of these channels you can feel energy spiralling upward, and in the other it flows downward. She began working with the energy with intent. One person would stand in the downward channel bringing energy down from above and into the earth, another in the upward channel bringing energy up from the earth into the light. Ms. Luz says that standing in the center, you can feel the energy creating a circle- a spinning disc. Perhaps even a flying disc?

Thanks for all the fuel,
Bingo

Hello Bingo Pajamas

I am so glad you are here. What a lovely
story. This is an area of fascination to
me. I am still trying to work out a way
to go down to that area of Peru/Bolivia.
It is not far from where the doctor I know
has his land and works with the natives.
Lord Aramu-Maru (God Meru) is mentioned
in the Secret of the Andes. There is also
supposed to be a monastery there where the
Brotherhood of the Seven Rays is located.
There is a metaphysical center established
there at Lake Titicaca.

I am wondering if these energies you are
speaking of are the same that David Ickes
is referring to in his book The Biggest
Secret? The way you describe them, the
polarization could produce those kind of
forces which could feel like a whirling
disc of energy and I will tell you that is
not too far off from producing the ability
to transport and even rearrange and
suspend molecules in a way to teleport
someone. It has to do with the level of
vibration. Have you made the trip yourself
with Ms. Luz? And does she take people to
the monastery? I am not sure it is open to
the public.

And how is your young dolphin lady, Naia?
Is she reading any of this?

I hope you like it here, it is a lot of
fun, especially because of White Feather.

Many Blessings and Rainbows to you,

Dolphin2

Welcome Bingo Pajamas!
What a cute name!
Peace
SeaJ

Greetings, everyONE,

As for crystlline and DaleLouise asking where I got my information, I wish I had a simple answer. I suppose I should start by saying that I get my information from many places, not just one.

First of all, I have done a great deal of reading over the years, picking up tidbits of information here and there. I don't always remember from which book I learned what, and I am sure I don't always remember correctly. There is a lot of info in the old noggin from which to draw, but making sense of that information is the tricky part. Sometimes I have to look beyond the information to what it is that links that information. Sometimes I have to shut that information off and just open myself to receive new information. We are all being bombarded, or shall I say immersed, with wave after wave after wave of information every moment of the day. It is a matter of tuning into that information. The very best way to find an answer is to first find the question. That's the first step and the secret to it all. I never ever stop asking questions.

As for channeling, I make absolutely no claims to be channeling anyone, yet I have to admit that I do a little bit of channeling. I prefer the word accessing. All the information we need is out there, we just need to access it. Normally when I write, I am in a consciously aware lucid state, and I am totally present. The words that come out are a combination of my own stored knowledge and the information I can access from the ethers. (Usually, it is the etheric information that ties together all the bits and pieces of my own stored information.) From some perspectives, this can be called channeling, but there are many different kinds of channeling.

I believe I accessed a little bit of the information in the Asamee and Whooping Crane Stories from the Asamee oversoul. I am quite confidant that I am a member of the Asamee soul group, and I believe any member of the group can access the soul group mind and find out any information about that group and its members. Remember we all used to be in constant psychic touch with each other, and still are but are not so aware of it.

But then there is the other kind of channeling...
(cont)

I just got bumped off the internet again, losing 4 whole paragraphs. I can't seem to stay on the internet more than about 15 minute without getting bumped. Is Mercury going to be retro for ever? Here goes, one paragraph at a time...

I am talking about the kind of channeling when an entity steps into you field and takes over. This kind of channeling I am not so familiar with, although I've done it. Pat is helping me come to grips with it, since she has so much more experience with it. This is the kind of channeling that occured the other day when I sort of freaked out. I never accessed Crazy Horse while writing the Asamee or Whooping Crane stories, because I didn't need to. Since he was a member of the Asamee, the info was available through the soul group mind. But when I was reading the replies, Crazy Horse must have been looking over my shoulder, for he got pissed off and decided to just step in unannounced and without permission and took over. (That's what I don't like about this kind of channeling.) Normally, when I write a post, I go back & reread it & edit it before posting it, but in the reply to DaleLouise, I just typed it extremely fast, didn't look back at it, & then posted it. When I reread it afterwards, my mouth fell open, & I asked myself, "Who the hell wrote that?"

Of course I knew who wrote it....

It was Crazy Horse who wrote it. I could tell because of the smell. He has come through me a few times over the years, and I can instantly recognize him because of the smell. The smell is a strange mixture of burning sweetgrass, cedar smoke, tobacco smoke, and "man who has been riding his horse for many days, and hasn't been to the hot springs since the moon before last".

I got rather upset and kicked him out, but Pat told me that I totally overreacted. She said I should embrace him and allow him in, but only after the proper affirmations that he come in only on my terms. Of all the times Crazy Horse has come through, he has never given me any notice and never asked my permission. (Can you understand why I get upset at that?) Pat, in her infinite wisdom, asked me if I ever set any parameters for him to go by. Did I ever ask him to seek my permission first? Did I ever ask him to mind his manners and check his anger at the door? Well, no I did not. I now see that I have some responsibility, too, and I can't blame him entirely. Thanks, Pat. I am sure after he and I both calm down, we will interact again--after the rules have been laid out.
cont...

Hi White Feather!

I think we both may have been "used" at one point. I think that Gall may also have stepped in, because the comments I wrote about Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse are not really my opinion. I suspect Gall did not really like them after the treaty was signed. I have the impression he left the US for Canada, because he was disgusted. I have never been a scholar about Native Americans, so could not really have an educated opinion. I am aware that Sitting Bull signed the treaty, but I don't know about Crazy Horse. I do have a question, not to start anything up, but if there are no pictures at all, how did they come up with his image on Mt. Rushmore? I'm curious.
Thank you, White Feather, it didn't sound like you anyway.

Love and Laughter,

Dolphin2

Crazy Horse may have attained a high level of awareness in his life, and he may have done some incredibly magic things, but I can tell you that he holds a great deal of anger in his heart. Not only does he come with a smell, but I can actually taste his bile. It is not exactly fun.

But I guess we can try to understand his anger. He lived an extremely traumatic life. He saw, smelled, and tasted death continuously. He repeatedly saw his family members and tribe members slaughtered by the white man. He saw the buffalo slaughtered by the white man. He saw his beloved six year old daughter die of white man's whooping cough disease. His wife got the disease, too, although she survived. Several times, he had come across the aftermath of bloody massacres. He witnessed the destruction of his people's way of life. His younger brother was murdered by a bunch of drunken miners. As a child he watched the chief of his tribe being blown apart by a cannonball. What happened to him and his people could be described as an Armegeddon. He spent his whole life fighting for his life and the lives of his people. He was one angry dude. (And he wasn't just angry at the white man, either.)
cont...

Yes, DaleLouise, a lot of red men hated Crazy Horse, and Crazy Horse hated a lot of fellow red men. With Crazy Horse, you either loved him wildly or you hated him. There was no middle ground where he was concerned. (Of course when it came time to fight the white man, those red men who hated each other fought bravely and gallantly side by side, helping each other without question.)

When Crazy Horse comes through me (and it isn't very often), it is either a horrific experience, or a mystical wondrous experience. Once again, there is no middle ground with him. Up until the other day, I had not felt his presence in a long time.
cont...

Dear White Feather,

Then it sounds like Crazy Horse has a passionate need to set the record straight. I certainly can understand this. Gall was bayoneted and left for dead, but he managed to crawl away from where the military had him and survived to fight again. He also was trying to avenge many tragic losses including his own family. Fortunately I do not have to endure the unpleasanteness of the smells and so on that he has visited upon you. Perhaps, Crazy Horse wants you to write an accurate book about him,without pictures. I am not making a joke of this!
Do you have enough information now to do this? Maybe then he will leave you alone.

Blessings,

Dolphin2

Well, I've been bumped 2 more times. I'm finally getting the message and calling it quits for the night. I'll finish tomorrow--or whenever Mercury stops doing the nasty dance.

Sweet dreams,
White Feather

Too Cool White Feather Too Cool

Come On Every Body Let's do the Nasty
Let's do the Nasty Dance

Have you tried 'shaking hands' with your computer? Have you set boundaries of authority...who's really in charge here? Do you pay attention to the patterns of malfunction...where are your THOHTS at the time?

As far as who is in charge....If your computer has a Superiority Ego, which you contributed to with the AWE of the Monster and you feel it may be getting the upper hand...EASY

FLIP THE SWITCH PULL THE PLUG TURN IT OFF

Look who the Master is Now

Mercury is just a Messenger testing our Mastery. That's All Folks

Follow Your Heart
Pat

Dear White Feather,

Don't you give up! I did pull the plug on my WebTV today, as it locked up. Would you believe it just did it again? Mercury will quit this on March 14...or else!!!

Now I forgot what I was going to say to Pat. I have been up since 1:30 am yesterday. Good night all!

Love to Every Body How do you make the wink, Pat?

Dolphin2

Greetings, everyONE,

Well, it wasn't just me and my computer. Long distance service was lost to the entire valley I live in for over 6 hours yesterday. I couldn't take any credit cards in the store for most of the day. It even made the headlines of our town newspaper, which stated all long distance service, both in and out of the valley, was down from 12:15 until 6:30pm.

But wait a minute! Pat called me from New Mexico at 5:15! How did you do that Pat? Apparently, you have a lot to teach us Pat.

Our internet provider has also been having tremendous difficulty lately. Of course everything seems just fine right now. Hmm.

It is very difficult to talk about Crazy Horse. Maybe I transmitted that difficulty to my computer. Anyway, I am not sure when I'll have time to finish yesterday's postings. I've got a band concert to go to tonight, but maybe I can squeeze some time in this afternoon.

White Feather

The first time he ever came through me was in the early Eighties. It happened while I was visiting a small town in Texas. I had just come out of a bar where I had been talking business with someone over a couple of drinks. (Remember, this was the early Eighties.) I was going to walk to where I was staying, but when I was quickly crossing the street in front of the bar, I twisted my ankle and fell to the ground as I reached the other side of the street. I just laid there for a minute or two, letting the pain reside, then I limped to a nearby convenience store to call someone for a ride. I put the dime into the payphone (remember, this was the early Eighties), and heard the first couple of rings, when suddenly both of my arms were grabbed from behind me and quickly pulled behind my back, and handcuffs were put on my wrists. The phone was left dangling on its chord.

Apparently, a couple of very large muscular police officers had watched me leave the bar and fall crossing the street. They had mistaken me for a stumbling drunk. But, of course, that did not matter one iota. Nothing mattered, because the second those handcuffs clicked shut, I was no longer there. Crazy Horse stepped in...

I am not a very muscular athletic person. I am not out of shape, but I don't lift weights or train for power, either. I am no match for two 230pound police officers. Crazy Horse, on the other hand, was like a bagged wildcat! He was going totally berserk. It took both officers as well as a third officer who had been nearby to subdue him and get him in the patrol car. The sheer rage and power I felt coming from him was positively unbelievable!

It didn't matter that I passed the breathalyzer test at the police station, because, thanks to Crazy Horse, I was also being charged with resisting arrest. The cops threw me in a 3foot by 3foot padded solitary cell for the night and told me I'd get a phone call in the morning. All the charges were dropped the next day, but not until I spent a night in a dark cell wondering what the hell just happened. I didn't know at the time that it was Crazy Horse, but I knew that it was someone other than me. At the time, I didn't really know very much about Crazy Horse. Years later, when he came through again and I realized it was Crazy Horse, I remembered the handcuffing incident and only then realized it was Crazy Horse back then, too. The smell had been present back then in Texas, too.

Years later, when I got on my Crazy Horse research kick, I was blown away when I read about his assasination. When he was yound, Crazy Horse had a vision that showed him he would be invincible in battle and that no one would be able to kill him unless his hands were tied behind his back. In September of 1877, Crazy Horse brought his people in to Ft. Robinson with the understanding that he would not be arrested if he did this. He was tricked--and by one of his own fellow red men. The Army had only one intention, and that was to arrest him. (They were planning to send him to a prison in Florida.) As soon as they made the arrest, and as soon as his arms were shackled behind his back, he realized that his vision was coming true. The feeling of not being able to do anything about it was too much. He started to resist, but as soon as he did, a bayonet was quickly rammed into his gut. He died a few hours later.

When Crazy Horse came through me in Texas, I was being given a personal close-up view of what happened at Ft. Robinson. It was horrible.

White Feather

The first time I ever smelled burning sweetgrass was in early spring of 1987. I was immediately transported to a past life. Memories and scenes of Indian life on the Great Plains immediately filled my mind. The smell evoked sounds and other smells of an encampment of teepees. I could hear people talking in a strange language. I could hear dogs barking and children playing. Fires were going and food was being cooked. The air was full of excitement. I could feel myself being part of it, a young member of this tribe. I knew immediately that without a doubt I had lived among the Indians.

The first time I ever did a sweatlodge was that day I first smelled sweetgrass smoke in 1987. I did over twenty sweatlodges that year, and haven't done a single one since. 1987 was a banner year for me spiritually, and it was, of course, the year of the Harmonic Convergence. By the time of the Convergence in August I had already done almost 20 sweatlodges and I had become convinced that they were the best thing ever invented. I dived headlong into Native Spirituality, and got quite an education that year--and witnessed plenty of magic.

I had never even heard about the Harmonic Convergence until just two days before it happened. Our sweatlodge leader told us about it, and our entire little group decided to go to Chaco Canyon to celebrate the Convergence. We only stayed the first day at Chaco Canyon, along with several thousand people and some incredible vibrations. We got to meditate and pass the pipe in the great Kiva. It was wonderful, but we decided to spend the second day of the Harmonic Convergence doing a sweatlodge at our camp near Cerillos, New Mexico. It was the most incredible sweat of all!

I was on the third day of a three day fast and I was filled to the brim with energy. I had never fasted before, but was compelled to for the Convergence. This was an evening sweat and in the afternoon before the sweat I went out alone into the desert to meditate and prepare myself. It was out in the hot stillness of the desert, that Crazy Horse came to me again, and this was the one beautiful experience I had with him.

He never spoke to me, but his presence (and smell) were undoubtably present. Instead of speaking to me, he entered me so that I could see what he was seeing, hear what he was hearing, feel what he was feeling, and think what he was thinking. The sensations were wondrous. It felt like their was a current of electricity blanketing my body. He directed my sight towards many different things in my immediate surroundings, and I began seeing nature in a very different way. Instead of seeing a cactus or shrub or tree as I normally did, I could see their energy. I then looked at rocks and saw their energy, too. I could suddenly smell all the plants, even those farther away. The wind was suddenly full of faintly heard sounds, sounds that I can only describe as the language of all the plants and animals and insects and rocks and sand.

Then Crazy Horse directed my eyes to look at some nearby rocky cliffs. I could tell that he wanted me to see something, but I wasn't seeing it. Apparently there was a red-tailed hawk perched on those cliffs, but I didn't see it until it took off and started flying right at me. It flew right over me and then circled back around towards the cliff. For the next half hour or so my complete attention was locked in to the hawk. I never took my eyes off it as it fly around and all over the little canyon, as if it were giving an aerial demonstration just for me. It never left my sight and proceeded to perform one aerial maneuver after another. It also made a lot of noise, its shrill call reverberating throughout my being. The hawk finally returned to the cliffs and seemed to camouflage itself right into the cliffs and disappear.

I had never before felt so at ONE.

Crazy Horse stayed with me for the rest of the day, and he finally left shortly after the sweatlodge ceremony. It was the most incredibly powerful sweat I have ever done. After the sweat, I was totally overcome and I collapsed down upon the sand outside the sweatlodge. I remember looking up at the night sky full of stars, and then I apparently left my body for a while. I remember entering a vision, but unfortunately, I don't remember anything about the vision. When I came to, I was the happiest person in the whole world. I was radiating joy and beaming with energy. And I was hungry as hell.

Love and laughter,
White Feather

White Feather, I am absolutely spell bound. I've read a lot about Crazy Horse, but you give him even more depth. I can almost smell him as I read your discription. I don't supposed baths were all that important to him towards the end of his life. If I remember correctly, he also had a vision of disaster for his people. There were a few wise men who knew that their way of life was going to end long before it did.

This may be a little off the beaten path, but did you get any impressions when you were in Chaco Canyon? The people who built the Cliff Dwellings, were they decendents of people of Atlantis? Why did they leave their dwellings so suddenly? It was more than drought. I feel very strongly that something happened to the spirit of the people that caused the drought. It was an effect, not a cause. One more mystery that will solve itself when it is good and ready.

I also want to say Howdy to Bingo. I love your name!!! I'd love to hear how you got it. I bet it's a good story. You two need to write a book; "The lives and loves of Bingo and White Feather" I'd buy a copy!

Blessed Be, you all!

Freebird

Thank you for the powerful and interesting stories, Crazy Horse (oops) I mean White Feather! Actually I wish Crazy Horse Peace, Many Blessings, and a Wonderful Transmutation.

Did you notice you posted a message at 1:11? Sometimes 1:11, sometimes 11:11 !

White Feather, I liked your comprehensive explanation about where you recieve your information.

Love to All,

Dolphin2

Good evening, everyONE,

Naia's band concert was wonderful.

There are many theories about the Anasazi. Some say they were Lemurians, others say they were an outpost civilization of a greater civilization in Central America or Mexico. Edgar Cayce said that refugees from both Lemuria and Atlantis ended up in the Southwest. The Hopi are pretty unanimously considered to be Lemurians. There is a great deal of evidence that the Anasazi traded with the people of Central America. A good part of this evidence comes from testing the remains of feathers found in Anasazi ruins. The Anasazi imported large quantities of tropical birds, which they raised for their feathers.

The Anasazi were very aware of ley lines, vortexes, power spots, and anything geographic. All their sights are laid out with a great meticulousness. Chaco Canyon is aligned perfectly with a similar sight in northern Mexico.

I didn't get any specific impressions of Chaco Canyon concerning myself. I don't believe I had ever been there. The energy is truly amazing, though. I have gotten many impressions in many other parts of New Mexico, however, especially at the Anasazi ruins at Bandelier. There are many places in New Mexico that I have been to in other lives, but none of those lives impact my current one much, and that is why I do not remember. The Ute Indians who used to live where I live now are said to be descendants of the Anasazi. There is a trail the Ute Indians used to take from up here in Colorado down to Taos Pueblo. That trail went right through what is now Pat's property. I know Pat has plenty to share concerning the people of the Southwest.

White Feather

I spent a good chunk of my childhood living in El Paso, Texas. During those years, I had a great deal of flying dreams. I mean hundreds of them. An entity would always come and get me. In my boyhood dream body, I ascended with this entity into the night sky above El Paso, and then we would fly off to the Northeast a ways. We soon would come to a thin black strand suspended in the air. I understood that it was a magnetic grid line. It was visable, looking like an endless black hair shooting through the atmosphere in a north-south direction. The entity and I followed this thin line northward into New Mexico. I flew over New Mexico so many times that I have a very accurate topographical map imprint of it in my mind.

The entity took me down to several holy spots throughout New Mexico. They were usually marked with medicine wheels or other rock formations. I was shown much but remember little of what happened at these sights. The farthest north that I ever followed this line to is a spot in Colorado that is just a few miles away from where I now live. As it turned out, I have spent a great deal of time in this life living very close to this line. I have lived on the east coast and the west coast and other points around the globe, but I always ended up back close to the line. (Pat's house is right under the line.)

The dream geography corresponds almost exactly with the real physical geography, although there are some things in the dream geography that aren't in the physical geography. I have tried to find some of these spots but I've found only two. Some of the spots were on the tops of mountains, and I haven't tried to find these.

I was utterly fascinated by maps as a kid. Geography was my favorite subject. As I sat in the back seat of my Dad's 57 Chevy as the family drove through the deserts and mountains of New Mexico, my stare was fixed to the landscape shooting past. I stared at the passing landscape with a very serious intent, as though to memorize it. It fascinated me to suddenly see a mountain or canyon or some feature that I had already seen before in my Dreamtime travels. Likewise, it fascinated me to see something in my Dreamtime travels that I had already seen in my waking life.

Bingo Pajamas will tell you that I am not only a walking atlas, but I have a built in compass in my head. You can blindfold me, spin me around several times, and once the dizziness has stopped, I will be able to tell you where true North is. I can always tell you where true North is in Dreamland, too.

Maybe there is an Anasazi connection. I don't know. There is definitely a connection to the land, which the Anasazi shared.

Good night,
White Feather

Dear White Feather,

Maps and geography all over the world have fascinated me since childhood also. I used to draw maps, color, and paint maps. I actually enjoyed cartography even though it is tedious to get it right. As a child I would send away for special maps and I have collected as many National Geographic and State and City maps as I could find room for. In elementary school my teacher put my map of South America on the wall. In college language classes it was my maps of Mexico and Italy that were displayed. I have taken many foreign languages in school simultaneously and learned some of other languages whenever I have had the chance.

In my dreams, over the years I have dreamed in other languages, usually French and sometimes woke up speaking another language. I have a strong need to travel, yet something always has prevented it. hopefully this will change. I also dreamed of flying over Sydney Opera House, before it was ever mentioned and I flew down and walked around the opera house BEFORE it was built. Yet in my everyday life, I have only been in 24 states, 2 provinces and several areas of Mexico.

When you speak of all of the topographical information you have from your dreams, I believe some of what you have seen was in either a different dimension, hence the grids you saw, or a different time, either earlier or later.

There is more that we don't seem to understand about how and why we do things. In the area of foreign countries and languages which fascinate me, I have heard that people will visit a new country for them and they feel that they have been there before and often have very strong emotions related to this. Last year when I was at a party with Robert Mitchum's son Chris, and his widow, Dorothy, she told me a wonderful story. She said it was incredible. They would go on location in France or Mexico, wherever the film was shooting and Robert would start speaking the language like a native. She said it amazed her, because she knew French and yet could not speak it as well as he did. She thought he just had an uncanny ear for the language and he was very good right until the end, as anybody who saw Winds of War and War and Remembrance, where he was speaking other languages fluently, will remember. I think it was more than just a good ear for it!

My father knew more than anybody I ever have known and he used to tell us of dreams where he was flying. Unfortunately he never said where he was. He was a solid businessman, but everybody always thought he was doctor. He always knew things that nobody else knew, like when he was sure that there was a way to walk through walls, but he just could not quite re-member how to do it - dematerialize. I feel certain that we will re-member how to do this.

He could drive us anywhere and had an unerring sense of how to get there. I was always amazed at how he could drive us from California to Bladworth, Saskatchewan, his childhood home of 50 people, 35 years after he had left there. We were driving over the plains with nothing, but two ruts for a road, yet he drove right to the old hotel his mother used to run and then took us to the old town water pump and the livery stable that his father owned. The town had not changed in all of those years. It was strictly very early Canada, with almost no buildings, no plumbing, etc.

My own sense of where we were was developed very young, abut 4, when I asked my father where we were going. He said we were going to Boulder Dam (now called Hoover Dam) and I would see it when we got there. But I saw the whole road, a very narrow winding mountain road in those days, and the dam, in my mind, right after he said that. I was always seeing things before, most often from above, as "the crow flies", I guess. I have always wondered if these are out of body experiences or something else.

I realize I have mixed a lot of things in here, but this is what came to mind when I read your posts White Feather. By the way, I have only been on two round trip airplane flights in my life. One to Puerto Vallarta and one to Sacramento. The first one, to Puerto Vallarta, was quite an experience and I loved seeing the clouds,land, and ocean from so high up. But it was different than my dreams and deja vu, which are above, but much closer to the ground and ocean.

Who else has had traveling dreams and experiences? And do you often know you have to go or move to some place for no known reason? Just a strong feeling?

Love and Light,

Dolphin2

Greetings EveryONE

White Feather I do so enjoy your writing I am Happy that you are Quilling the Truth.

Hmmmmmmm...the phone call from me at 5:15pm
Well, as you can see that is a Master Number.
I really wanted to talk with you. There is that powerful intention

There are a number of commonalities that I thought might be good to take note of...to add to our Atlantean list.

I, too, have a violent reaction to being restrained in any way...I feel like I am suffocating and survival instinct kicks in big time.

The Black Hills are very Sacred to the Native Americans and to me. I was only four the first time my family vacationed there. My memories are filled with Love. I went to the Black Hills two years ago...of course, to check up on the progress of Crazy Horse. I saw the monument in 1948 when it was just a giant rock outcrop and a dream. I remember we all laughed because we had expected to see something chisled out of that mountain.

There is a Native American exhibit with old historic photographs. I saw it immediately upon entering the building...a giant enlargement of Sitting Bull. Like a magnetic I was captured by the energy. Standing in front of this picture...I stand there with tears streaming down my cheeks...hearing my own thoughts...saying.."Moon Face, Dear Moon Face. How I miss you."

Funny how Spirits can grab you...right out of the blue

Harmonic Convergence...I didn't know anything about it either...not many did. I found myself in Boynton Canyon...Sedona...a power vortex. The next day I was in New Mexico..just passing through I moved to Taos a year later...when Star Signs came out.

I had been given an out of body tour of the area before arriving...and a dream that described perfectly the area...the information being given to me by my Mom and Dad in the dream. I still get tingles when I read my journal from back then.

I have been here eleven years...and other life times. When I moved here there was not a traffic light in Taos...that has changed. I am fortunate to arrive before the old energy began giving way to growth. I could literally feel the energies of several Time segments...specifically, the Flower Child days of the 70's, a life as a Plains Indian that is the life remembered as White Feather's brother, and as a 'primitive' survivor.

When I first moved into my home I heard chanting..rather etheric sounding on a regular basis. Positioned due East and due West with me in the middle are Pyramid shape mountain peaks...you can predict seasonal change from the position of the Sun in relation to the Pyramids. A giant calendar. The ground beneath me is a volcanic flow..very pourous and resonating sound easily. I heard the Taos Hum for a long time..sounded like a gigantic generator just revolving deligently.

I have found a left handed stone tool...shaped like an awl...I've seen a description of this tool in Marie Sandoz book on Crazy Horse. Oh, just a tidbit factoid...
my Mom ran the food service for the college and her main pastry chief was Ollie Sandoz, related to Marie. If you're not familiar with her books..she is one of the best to record the word of mouth stories of the old West.

I am sure this property was a community of wandering survivors after the emersion of Lemuria. I have always seen a vast Ocean when I gaze Westward...it feels so much like Hawaii...which makes no sense with a 7,000ft high country climate.

Many of the mountain peaks resemble a prone figure facing Heavenward...some are male and some female. One face in particular I call the Sleeping Woman...it is a perfect profile of a female face looking towards the Celestial Sky. When I first saw her..the eye was closed..so I named her Sleeping Woman. About 5 years ago...her eye opened. It corresponded to my opening my eye's to many Truth's about myself and my life.

I could go on and on and on....I have experienced a range of mystical, magical to down right scary. My life is so in tune with nature...along with my 13 kids I have regular visits from Hawk and Falcon and fewer from Eagle..Bald and Golden. Deer and Elk love my mini pristene hideout in the pinion and juniper below the meadow. I tangle with skunk, porcupine, beaver, rattle snakes, coyote and just three weeks ago a rare visit from a Mountain Lion.

The Land of Enchantment is given to New Mexico honestly..for it is alive and well here.

It's late and I am tired..zzzzzzzzz

Follow Your Heart
Pat

Copywright2000Pat C. Myers

Hey, everybody!

Thanks for the welcome! I wish I had a really good story for you about how I got my name. There was nothing mystic or particularly sacred about it, that I'm aware of.

An aquaintance of mine from the high school was giving me a little lesson in how to set up an e-mail account and use a PC, and I couldn't seem to come up with a name that wasn't already in use. I hate to be unoriginal unless I have to, so I finally thought, "What name can I think of that no one else will be using?"

Bingo Pajamas came to me right away. White Feather and I have had a long love affair with the books of Tom Robbins; they are part of the glue that binds us together. Bingo Pajamas is a character from "Jitterbug Perfume." He is a very peripheral character, but pivotal as a catalyst. You never find out much about him, but he's connected with all the other characters, though most of them never have met him, never do meet him, and may not even be aware of his existence.

The fun and "stirring-of-the-stewpot" quality of the name and the character appeal to me a great deal. There is also the fact that, in the book, Bingo Pajamas is followed around by a small swarm of bees that often resemble a cap on his head. This reminds me of a time when I was 16 and sitting on a dock by a lake late in the evening, and several fireflies landed in my hair, and stayed for quite a while. I liked it.

I have some other things to say, so I'll be back later.

Hee-hee-hee!
Bingo

Hi Bingo Pajamas!

Sounds like you have come to the right place to "stir the pot". Being a catalyst is what it is all about. I loved the beautiful visual of the firefly story!!

Beautiful Visions and Rainbows,
Dolphin2

Hello Friends

Here is something that was sent to me that I would like to share with you today.

In this world the greatest courage
is to drop the mind aside. The bravest
man is he who can see the world without
the barrier of the mind, just as it is.
It is tremendously different, utterly
beautiful. There is nobody who is inferior and there is nobody who is superior--
there are no distinctions.

OSHO

With Many Blessings and Love,

Dolphin2

Hello and Welcome to all new Members,

I brought this to the top so those who have questions about Atlantis, Lemuria and so on can read through a bit of the history of these connected threads.

Blessings and Love,

Dolphin2 ~~~~ ~~~~~

Hello All

I have just recently had the opportunity to read through this thread and OH BOY am I glad I did White Feather, your "story" which started out this thread made perfect sixth sense to me. I must agree with what other have stated about your knack for pulling together seemingly unrelated events into a coherent explanation. Bravo!

I wanted to share an observation which I have made about your story...but first, an explanation. (I have stated some of this on the other Atlantis thread but just bear with me ) I had skimmed James Churchward's books yesterday and loved the way he traces humanities root as far back as MU. He has also tied all of the world's religions back to that of MU and subsequently Atlantis (since they were essentially contemporaries) and citizens of MU also believed in the Law of One. **My point is coming soon, I promise ** Well, if any of you have read any of the posts I have made you have probably noticed that I am interested in Buddhism and Indic religions. In keeping with Churchward's style, and indeed White Feather's as well, I have drawn a conclusion connecting Buddhism to Atlantis/MU.

TAT TVAM ASI

Literally translated, "that thou art", or more colloquially, "you are that".

YOU ARE THAT = ALL IS ONE

This is the most basic precept found in the Vedas and is the basis for Buddhism, and so it seems, for spirituality in general. The most basic law which cannot be disputed. Casual Buddhists will not come across this Law in their studies because, like most world religions today, flair and ritual have pulled the shades down on truth. But it's not gone Just clouded...together we can get it back!!

Now I have a question for DaleLouise (or anyone who might know ) about Lord Aramu-Maru, whom you and someone else (I'm not sure whom) mentioned earlier in this thread. You referred to him as God Meru...what is this in reference to? You may find it interesting to know that in Buddhism their sacred mountain is known as Meru, Sumeru, or Mt. Meru (and since Meru means mountain I guess that would make it Mt. Mountain...HA! ) It is so amazing the continuity which is popping up all over the place!! Anyways, do you see any connection between these two? One more link in the chain which connects all of humanity perhaps...

Peace
~artifax~

Greetings, Artifax,

Your wonderful post has set bells ringing in some distant portion of my consciousness. Like you, I have always been drawn to the Eastern traditions of thought. Like you, I have always felt that there must be some connection between Atlantis, etc. and Buddhism, but I could never find one. The connection you show is brilliant, and it reinforces the idea that all schools of thought derive from the Law of One. I "feel" that there are more connections, though, but I cannot seem to come up with any. Your post has set my noggin reeling. Now in the "curious as heck" mode, I will search for more connections.

Thanks for the spark, Artifax,
White Feather

Greetings EveryONE

artifax Your connection is Once again significant sleuthing. In response to your question:

"Secret of the Andes", Brother Phillip

Excerpts: "Lemuria is the name for the last part of the great PACIFIC continent of MU. The actual destruction of Mu and its submergence began before 30,000 B.C. This action continued for many thousands of years until the final portion of old Mu known as Lemuria was also submerged in a series of new disasters that were terminated between 10,000 and 12,000 B.C. This occurred just prior to the destructuon of Poseidonis, the last remnant of the ATLANTIC continent, Atlantis.

Lord Aramu-Muru (God Muru) was one of the great Lemurian sages and the Keeper of the Scrolls during the last days of doomed Mu."

"The Masters and Saints working on the Right HandPath began to collect the precious records and documents from the libraries of Lemuria. Each Master was chosen by the Council of the Great White Hierarchy to go to a different section of the world, where a School of the Anicient and Arcane Wisdom could be set up safely. This was to preserve the scientific and spiritual knowledge of the past. At first, for many thousands of years, these schools were to remain a mystery to the inhabitants of the world: their teachings and meetings were to be secret. Hence, they are called even today Mystery Schools or the
Shan-Gri-Las of Earth."

"Lord Muru, as one of the teachers of Lemuria, was delegated by the Hierarchy to take the sacred scrolls in his possession along with the enormous Golden Disc of the Sun to the mountainous area of a newly formed lake in what is now South America."

While the final portions of the former continent were breaking up in the Pacific Ocean, terrible catastrophe was taking place all over the Earth. The Andean Range was born at this time, and disfigured the west coast of South America. The ancient city of Tiahuanaco (Bolivia) was at that time a great seaport and a Lemurian Empire colonial city of magnificense and importance to the Motherland. During the ensuing cataclysms it was raised from the sea level and a mild, tropical climate to high on a barren, wind-swept plain and a frigid arctic-like climate. Lord Muru, arrived from the sunken Lemuria to what is now known as Lake Titicaca, and organized and perpetuated the Monastery of the Brotherhood of the Seven Rays."

"The other Masters of Lemuria journeyed to other parts of the world and also set up Mystery Schools..."
"The secret science of Adoma, Atlantis, and other highly advanced world civilizations is to be found today in the libraries of these schools..."

"Lord Muru was originally accompanied by his feminine aspect, Arama-Mara (Goddess Meru)when he departed Lemuria...."

This should be a good start...

In Love and Light,
Pat

Copywright2000Pat C. Myers

Hi folks!!!!!!!!
I read this thread last night and was so overwelmed that I couldnt say anything. I was gonna post this morning but now I am still too overwelmed.I just wanna say thank you White feather!!!!!!thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!Plus I have to say that when I was taking out the trash this morning as I was crunching thru the snow I found a little white feather laying right there in my path to the dumpster. It made me so happy I shed a tear.I gave it to my boy. Plus I want to say that I am so glad to be a "white american woman" hee hee. I think we women should be giving all the white feathers we find to the men and thats why I gave mine to my boy(plus he collects feathers). Plus I want to say hi to bingo pagamas I really like your name and think your very lucky.I hope we here from you again!!!!!
Thank you again and again White Feather. I will have more to say soon.......
Gypsy Dolphin
my boy and I are gonna make snow angels today!!!

Dear White Feather

I have read this thread all along, just never posted since I didn't think I had any thing of interest to add. But I found my book Touch the Earth which is a compilation of quotes from all the chiefs about their land. Perhaps you have it. I know this book made me cry when I read it. It is heart wrenching to me to read what these men said and what happened to them.
Anyway, I have this quote from Crazy Horse and I want to share it. ]

Crazy Horse......."We did not ask you white men to come here. The Great Spirit gave us this country as a home. You had yours. We did not interfere with you. The Great Spirit gave us plenty of land to live on, and buffalo, deer, antelope and other game. But you have come here; you are taking my land from me; you are killing off our game, so it is hard for us to live. Now, you tell us to work for a living, but the Great Spirit did not make us to work, but to live by hunting. You white men can work if you want to. We do not interfere with you, and again you say, why do you not become civilized? We do not want your civilization! We would live as our fathers did, and their fathers before them."

Now a quote above Crazy Horse's statement-------"Unlike most other famous Indian figures, no picture was ever obtained of Crazy Horse, whose reply to any request to photograph him was: "My friend, why should you wish to shorten my life by taking from me my shadodw?" He always stood firmly opposed to the white man's ways."

My goes out to him and all who felt this great suffering at the loss of their sacred land.

Oh yes, White Feather, I heard a song on the radio called La Paloma Blanca and the words La Pluma Blanca came to my mind and I realized that is your name in Spanish, which I do not speak, wish I did, but don't.

Love and Enlightment
Donna

Dearest Donna,

Thank you so much for your post! I have always enjoyed your posts. They have always felt good and have managed to jog my memories. You have brought me joy and I greatly appreciate it.

I sense that you and I share an intense love of books. I do not currently have a copy of Touch the Earth, but I have seen the book. If my memory serves me correctly, I believe the Crazy Horse quote you offered was taken from him while he was on his deathbed. He crystalized the Native American sentiment with that quote, did he not? According to his many biographers, he was a man of few words, but those words got right to the point. Although he had a reputation as the silent type, it has been documented that he absolutely loved telling stories to children. After his beloved daughter was old enough to listen to his stories, he was actually charged by fellow warriors of neglecting his duties as a warrior and a man by spending too much time with all the children. He didn't even bother to answer these charges. Although his popularity and leadership were in constant jeopardy with his fellow adults, he always remained extraordinarily popular with the children. Crazy Horse went berserk after his daughter died (of white man's whooping cough disease), and it has been reported that he did not speak to anyone for weeks. Several of his biographers called his daughter's death the most pivotal day of Crazy Horse's life. He was never the same.

As for photography, I can easily relate to Crazy Horse's refusal to allow his photograph to be taken. I have never ever been comfortable having my own photograph taken. I am not sure what it is, but I have always hated it. Back during my twenties, I actually went 7 years and 9 months straight without my photograph ever being taken. For some reason, I was very proud of that.

Then one day I was walking down the street minding my own business, and I turned the corner and walked right into a television camera crew. It was a local television station asking passerbys what they thought about some pressing issue. What that issue was I have no earthly idea. All I know is that some woman TV reporter was suddenly shoving a microphone in my face and asking me something. A cameraman was holding a television camera just a few feet in front of my face. Well, I totally freaked out! I ran.

My twenties were a time of ardent ideology for me. I was extremely passionate about what I believed in and stood for. Not only was I not photographed for over 7 years, but I did not own a car for over 7 years, and I did not watch television for over 7 years. The evening after I ran into the TV crew, I happened to be walking through a department store and walked by all the television sets. Usually, if this happened, I would be sure to not look at them and walk by, but that evening I couldn't help but stop and watch. The evening news was on and that woman reporter I ran into was on the air. Considering the way I reacted, I figured that surely they wouldn't show me on her report, after all I did not say anything and just ran. I watched the reporter's entire report and as she was wrapping it up she said something like, "But not everyone had something constructive to say about this issue. Apparently, this issue really freaks some people out." They then showed me freaking out and running away from the camera! I was utterly flabbergasted! I couldn't believe they showed me freaking out and running from the camera! I was beside myself! Not only that, but I couldn't believe how unbelievably stupid I looked reacting the way I did. I mean I looked like a mental patient gone bad! Embarrassment is a word that does not even come close to explaining how I felt. I was downright disgusted with myself.

That was the day I got over my weirdness about being photographed. Although I still manage to elude the camera as much as possible (without appearing weird), I don't fight it like I use to, and my photograph has been taken at least a time or two each year since then.

I have learned that the best way to avoid being photographed is to be the one behind the camera. Bingo Pajamas and I have a couple boxes full of photographs. I am in very few pictures. There are, however, hundreds and hundreds of photographs of Bingo, Naia our daughter, and Shawnee our dog, and Taco our cat.

Bingo Pajamas recently pointed out to me that of the few pictures that do include me, very rarely am I ever photographed without Shawnee. And it is true. Somehow, I feel more comfortable allowing my photograph to be taken if Shawnee is in the picture.

Recently, I was reading about the Ute Indians of the Four Corners region. The Ute Indian warriors (unlike Crazy Horse) loved to have their pictures taken, but they refused to allow their pictures to be taken unless their dog was in the picture. They considered it extremely bad luck to have their photos taken without their dog. They believed they had "soul" connections with their dogs and if they weren't together with their dogs in photographs, then severe bad luck would fall upon either them or their dog. Oddly, these warriors generally refused to be photographed with their wives. Weird, huh?

Although I have had my mental problems with photography, I have to say that I have always been drawn to it at the same time. I actually like taking pictures. I like for people to see what I see, but I just don't want them to see me. I guess Freud would have a field day with that.

Edward Curtis took thousands of photographs of Native Americans during his career a hundred years ago. I have always been drawn to his photos and I always looked for hidden little things in them. Although he captured the native spirit as no other photographer did back then, I always felt that there was something missing in his photographs. I have always been driven to find that "something" that was missing.

Perhaps some day I will find it. Then I will try to show it to everyone.

White Feather

Dear WhiteFeather

I am just fascinated with your tales. You write the way I like to read, smooth, interesting and understandable.

The book I quoted from, well all the photos were taken by one Edward S. Curtis.
Amazing. Ok, I went over every photograph in that book, searching, to see if I could find something missing. The only thing I found missing in these photos was Happiness. Yes, they are stark and beautiful, covering many aspects of daily life, but no one is smiling, just all sadness. I feel my heart being wrenched when I look at them, and when I read what they say, it makes me so sad. Oh, yes, there are two smiles in the book, they are both of children smiling oh so sweetly. But I can tell you, this book makes me cry, I feel like it was done to me.

Now, you have stimulated me again to search out what I sought all those years ago, I haven't read or done any of the things I used to do for 10 years. I got so caught up in a stress laden job. I was a critical care RN working with all the angioplasty and open heart patients. That was so stressful, that I completely lost the ability to concentrate. I kept buying books and left them collect dust on the shelves. I tried to read, but the stress of the job and what was expected of us by management was more than I could bear and I lost my concentration. Everything I did at work was by rote, I could push life saving drugs without a thought, perform CPR, start IV's, do all the necessary things for life and not think about what I was doing. But, I could talk to my patients and make them feel good, especially about spiritual matters, so, I guess that is how I kept that aspect in my life.

So, my enjoyment of reading has returned. I own lots of books, more than I can count, in the thousands or more. I know when TMI started its meltdown and we were told to leave, I grabbed only my books and my car was stuffed!! Oh, and I never left, I was not afraid of TMI. Heck, I had been the RN on the Island when they were constructing it. I saw when they built and set the reactor how safe it was, it is bomb and airplane proof. The airport is right down from TMI, so planes go over it daily.
Anyway, what I didn't realize, was all the unsafe welds that were politically passed were the danger. So, I stayed and was lucky, cause if it really would have happened like in the China Syndrome, well, I would not be writing this.

This book, Touch The Earth is so full of information. I read a footnote about Black Elk's quote on the circle and it led me to find out that Black Elk was related to Crazy Horse.

One last thing, as I see I am getting windy. Another quote from "the book", a footnote, actually.--- "One of the symbols that expresses most completely the Plains Indian concept of the relationship between man and the world of nature surrounding him is a cross inscribed within a circle." Wow, now if that isn't a re-membrance of Atlantis. This footnote is rather long and takes up almost two pages with many detailed examples of the cross and circle.

In Love and Light
Donna

Asamee

O+O+O+O+O+O+O+

I was hoping maybe the cross would end up in the circle

Great find, Donna ...I have a copy of Touch the Earth...looked up the quote..right on.
But the Circle Cross..how did we miss that one White Feather?

Me thinks it's Time to Re Cap.

The circle represents The Sacred Source of All Creation.
The cross represents the Sacred Four ...Original Gods...Directions...Cycles of Time.

Duality became the Expression. Gaia or MU, the Original hOme divided. Atlantis,masculine expression and Lemuria, feminine expression, were created.

In this separation it was Known that the Whole could never be anything less than All.
Once again a division of the singular masculine and singular feminine replicated itself in the geology of Earth with a resculpting of land mass and within the Human Form as the introduction of the missing half.

Separate a Circle in Half..50% masculine 50% feminine. Separate each half again and you have 1/4 which equals five which is the number of Mercury which is Expression.

Now, instead of a cross...can you see two
L's? The letter L is one of the oldest letters...representing the builder's Square..or a measure of angle...more precisely the Right Angel. Whoops Look at that typo. Hmmmmmmm mesaages!

Symbolism...the one constant in our language which is our living memory. Dualities lurk in every word...Linda's Truth in Lexigrams reveals deeper hidden messages.

Why make it so complicated...so difficult...
so challenging? To give every Expression it's Debut...lexied.. Be U Debt

What is a debt? Something you pledge to return... I O U Or could it be... O I U
or... O U I. Isn't that French for Yes? Isn't that Oh, You are I and I are You...that makes us One an the Same Asamee

Now, when the Divine Plan Expanded to encompass the duality of both male-fe-male a heirarchy was needed for structure of form.
See the words jump out..Heir...Arc. Bloodlines and Pairs...two by two.

This heirarchy was translated into memory banks as Ancient Symbols. This is a reality in the Now Time translation I received this morning during my Good Morning Smudge Time.

Compliments of Linda

The heirarchy was structured as

All One Source of Creation

Masculine Expression Father FArther.....
to extend the expression of Human. A is the projection of life.

Feminine Expression Mother MUther....
to receive and nurture the expression of Human. U is the Vessel of Life...the Holy Grail...if you will.

Son or Sun is the full expression of the masculine in it's youth. The Whole of All displayed in All Color Raise. The Heirs of the Blood Line...the Errors of the Blood Line....the Airs of the Blood Line.

Daughter or Dotter is the full expression of the feminine in it's youth. The Whole of All displayed in All Vibration Patterns. The Cycles of the Rhythm of Life...the containment of Creation. The E as a visual ladder of Ascension..Asamee.

Holy Ghost or Soul Host is the full expression of the Singular Self complete with Ego...which is emotional fuel. The I of Self.

The Vowels of the Heirarchy

Vow Els....El, Spanish for the. The Vow of Re Membering Asamee. A E I O U Add a V from Vow and an L for good measure....

I LOVE U RE MEMBER????

Follow Your Heart In Deed
Pat

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Dear dearPat

Wow, powerful stuff

Donna

Pat,

You never cease to amaze me! Thank you!

White Feather

Dearest White Feather,

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

How I LOVE to breathe in the green and sandy mystic mist of Native American/Atlantean legend!

It's beginning to make more sense now.....

I felt very emotional as I read the words that psychics like Edgar Cayce were adviSed to live near the sea, and it's connection.

In my daydreams, as I wrote pOetry about my Twin-S-elf, I pictured myS-elf as a dolphin who's spirit was astal-travelling when it came upon this golden-haired boy, in who's eyes-his windows of his soul-there was a sparkling crystal eternity.....in hiS eyeS there waS the SEA.....
hiS eyeS were the Sea

(If you try to TUNE into my NepTUNEan language here, you may be able to hear me, what I really mean.....)

Hmmm.....what about whales- are they similar to the dolphins? Sometimes I've dreamt of stranded whales calling me.....

Anyway, these thoughts have helped focussed my mind'S energy onto another track.
I've read a tiny bit of Edgar Cayce, but he's not always easy to understand; he seems so spaced. However, this thread has shone light on the connection between the Native Americans and Atlantean legends.

I feel it calling me......

LOve

Em
XX

Who knows.....maybe I will find him some day.....

Greetings Asamee

All too fascinating and stimulating to let it disappear

Note of Interest Point of reference in Historical Time: Atlantean, Lemurian, Egyptian, Biblical and the life of Jesus, Native American, Mayan, ?????

Additions...corrections...please

As Dolphin2 is charting the Astrological patterns that emanate from Asamee...the more we learn about this Soul Expression.

Be on the Look Out for Patterns in the Making
they may be just the clue to turn on a Light and give us another dose of Love

Follow Your Heart Down the Yellow Brick Road
Pat

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PT,

I AM CRYING , AND I DON'T KNOW WHY. IT IS ALL MIXED UP. PAT , I AM SO PLEASED THAT YOU " BROUGHT BACK " THIS THREAD. I THOUGHT I HAD READ IT , BUT APPARENTLY I HADN'T. IF YOU HADN'T BROUGHT IT BACK , I MIGHT NEVER HAVE KNOWN..WHAT.. I DON'T KNOW WHAT ! I ONLY KNOW that when I read Bingo Pajamas message about The Doorway of Aramu Muru ( in Peru ) I started weaving betweeen two worlds. I don't know where I was going. I don't know what was happening at all ! I DO know that it was important that you bring this back THANK YOU ! Pat, do YOU know what happened to me.. ?

I haven't finished reading this thread yet, and have to read it all over again for my blind relative , so maybe when I get to Bingo Pajama's message again I will begin to get a clue as to what happened. What really surprised me , though , was my reaction when I scrolled to the bottom to write about The Doorway.. that emotional reaction to your words , Pat about this being too good a thread to lose .( This is probably a misquote. I am still being emotional )

My reactions to White feather (the guru thang .. hehe) are explained in this thread ... all of that Crazy Horse info ... Oh, so MUCH is explained herein. I will not only have to finish reading this thread soon, I will have to re-read it many times. I think I am beginning to get a glimmer of why your action moved me so much , Pat.. and thank you again from the bottom of my heart.

BLOOM here in LIndaLand ... hehehe,
Wildflowers

I forgot to say , welcome Bingo Pajamas. I had been wondering " Why doesn;t she post ..? over and over.. I was just reading the wrong threads.. hehehe Let me tell you though , giiiiirrrlll , your posting did something to MY world ! I have to figure out just what it did, but it DID moooove ME !
Don't stop writing to / for for us

BLOOM Where You're Planted ,
Wildflowers

Dear Pat and Wildflowers,

I know the feelings, too. I was already trying to think of something to say to bring this valuable thread back to the top. Each one of these connected threads has a great deal of insight located therein. I don't even remember what is in each thread specifically and when I go back through them to add something I am getting new revelations, because each of these is building upon the other. THESE REALLY NEED TO BE PUT IN BOOK FORM! This includes White Feather's thread, Channeling Linda, Dolphins, Whooping Cranes, etc., 1, 2 & 3, and the Asamee threads, 1, 2, 3, & 4. I would like to see the Atlantis and Maya threads connected as well.

Pat, I am still receiving the Sumer, Aztec, Inca, and Amazonian Empires as other realms of civilization that we have barely touched on. In Peru, there is a place which has never been underwater that is supposed to have all of the history of the world though all changes and cataclysms. I do not know how important it is to read these records before the transmutation, but I have wanted to go there for nearly 20 years. It is in a secret place only some will be able to find, if they are ready.

Wildflowers this information is given in the book called "Secret of the Andes". I will look and see if it is available somewhere on the internet. Now I must get back to everyday life and finish my taxes. LOL

May a Rainbow of Blessings Shower You All ONE
Dolphin2

Greetings Every ONE

Rereading the threads brings back the Magic of the Moment of Discovery
But now, we have a point of reference...we've stepped out of the forest...to identify the tree's. That's looking at the Big Picture. Making sense of the continuity of the Story as it unfolds. And being that we are experiencing 'fractal Time compression'...
what took twenty years to express..is now taking five years....EXCELLERATION We are being prodded and pushed to keep Pace.

Wildflowers You give such a dose of pure Love on a Wave of Lightness Sweet Heart...Just Keep Unfolding It may not make sense...at the moment..but Everything is vitally important. And especially as you express it...fresh, spontaneous and with plenty of Emotion. We all trigger with the subtle and the sublime.
Also...in another thread we talked about All things happening at Once...and the Bleed
through of other lives....this is what I feel you are expressing.

Dear Dolphin2Dale Interesting...you did taxes today...also That makes three I know of...me included
You are absolutely right about putting this in book form. I feel I have been an absolute zero in something I suggested as well...some time ago. Ah, but then there is life And the stange demands it places upon us.
Never fear...we will get it together That's prophecy.
I know what you feel about our Southern Cousins. You mention the land never being under water...and it's in Peru?
Immediately, I THOHT it must be Patagonia
Know? No?
I have been strangely attracted to this place at sporadic times.

Tomorrow is another day

Follow Your Heart And Smile
Pat

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Oh MY! I can't believe you all did your taxes on the 13th! I did too!
UNBELIEVABLE!!!
No wait! I did mine on the 12th & mailed them on the 13th. And let me tell you, it was a miracle I even got them done because I lost my W2s!& had to ask my boss for copies(a very humbling moment for me, Virgo that I am )So it's still UNBELIEVABLE!
LOL!

Pat, You never cease to amaze me. What Wildflowers says about you is true, your wise words open doors & bring in the light
ALL of U amaze me & I am grateful to each & everyone of you.
Peace, SeaJ
Wonder never ceases within the lightheart.
Copyright 2000 SeaJ

hi all-one,

keep pouring love the effect these threads are having on me is wonderful. many of you have expressed the reality of opening up still further and quickly; iwish you all much love and light along the way.
i've known for quite a while what my mission is, but i wasn't quite sure how my skills fit into the doing. now i know ! these threads have had the effect of crystalizing both thought and emotion in me, and as the lyrics in my favorite song say,"i can see clearly now". thank you all-one for helping me to real-eyes love to you all!

happy trails,

spot

Haven't read this one in a long time. Nice way to start the morning.

It has gotten me thinking again.

Hi Asamee All One

I, too, have been re-reading these wonderful threads. I found something on the circle/cross in the way of a Medicine Wheel and there is a nice explanation and diagram and I will share this link.
www.ewebtribe.com/StarSpiderDancing/

Donna

good site here http://www.atlantisrising.net/links.html actually its a link from this site www.hallofrecords.com

Greetings everyONE!

Well, well, a brand new biography of Crazy Horse was just released, and I received my copy yesterday. I've read every other book on Crazy Horse, so I may as well read this one. It is hard to imagine any new information coming out. Every scrap of information available has already been under the microscope. For someone who left very little evidence about his life, there sure have been a lot of books written about him. Many of them are just 'rewrites' of others. Larry McMurtry came out with one about five months ago that was rather flimsy. It was like McMurtry was asked to do a school report on Crazy Horse. It was almost like a Crazy Horse Cliffs Notes. (To give him some credit, though, he did have one brilliant chapter.) So who knows what this book will hold. I will let you know.

I just thought I would reread this thread before I started reading the book. I haven't thought about Crazy Horse one bit since this thread. I guess I shut him out pretty good. I am tentative about this book because it might open up the door to him. But if that happens, I will try to remember what I learned on this thread. Maybe he'll have something good to say.

Dogs and ponies,
White Feather