We are gathering ONE more time......

To answer Gypsy Dolphin, yes, what you saw and wrote makes perfect sense to me. The crystals hold all knowledge and I was responsible for the care and distribution of this knowledge.

It will be good to hear your other impressions and also those of the others you mentioned, as well as anyone who is beginning to re-member more of their own experiences.

With Increasing Light and Love,
Dolphin2

Dear DaleLouise
Did you ever hear of the Temple of Translucent Walls? It was an exquisite healing temple with windows of crystal. It was geometric in design and sat high on a hill overlooking the sea. I think the Dolphin Talkers would bring messages to the temple after their morning talks with the Dolphins. The healer priestesses would then store the information in crystals, to use when needed. When information was to be recalled, a Crystal Reader would extract the information. Writing was felt to be unnecessary, they only used brain power. Everything was commited to memory. They felt this was the only way to exercise the mind and stay mentally active.
I don't know if I am remembering or dreaming this, but it seems so real to me, like I can almost feel the breezes and smell the sea.
Love and Dolphins Leaping in Joy
Donna

Dear Donna,

We touched on this a bit in earlier threads, but without the detail and names you have given. This information that you have provided pulls it together so it is more understandable. That is true, there was no need to write or store things on paper. Everything was in the crystals. We spoke of it, I think it was in the first Asamee thread. At that time we spoke of the information on discs. The crystals are in those discs, but there are also the crystals - like the crystal skulls and other very powerful crystals - both for informaton and for controlling many things.

The crystals were and still are used for healing, information storage and generating power.

Your description of the building is accurate, as well as the location. The dolphin messages, all of it is True.

You are re-membering well!!!

Dreams of Reality and Love,
Dolphin2

Greetings Dolphinose All

I have enoyed all the Re-Memories ...the vivid recall is wonderful.

Wildflowers...when I read your post about the circled cross drawn on your palm....it blew my hair back The same thing happened to me during a meditation. A C was drawn on my palm and then a cirled cross appeared.

I just looked this event up in my journal...this is impressive....it happened on March 21, 1993.

Correct me if I am wrong, White Feather, but you found a reference to this in Edgar Cayce's readings...Right? That it was a signature of his Soul Group???

Don't ya' just Love solving mysteries?

Follow Your Heart In Deed
Pat

Dear Pat, DaleLouise and ALL

Interesting, those circles.
I believe Atlanteans preferred their homes to be circular, it is more compatible with the human spirit. Also, a more effective channel for universal energy. Sort of like using Feng Shui.
I am seeing them placing their circular homes along cross shaped areas to conform with the natural energy of the area. Natural neighborhoods of pure universal energy, mapped out over several miles of land to form several small groupings of outlying circle cross communities with a very large, large one in the center. Here the Temple of The Crystal was located.

Crystal Rays of Love,
Donna

Thank you Pat, very much . Thanks everyone. I just finished the first Asamee , so I cheated and skipped ahead a little ..hehehe ... to see where all of you are, and found Pat's msg. It was my left hand Pat, and I didn't get an AC ,but the cross and circle were DRAWN. I don't remember seeing any instrument ( hand / pen, quill , etc .) doing the drawing.

I didn't get any sensations from anything I have read so far util I read about the round crystal building.. the feeling then was satisfactioon, not surprise , not overwhelmed , not anything I was expecting to feel, just " now they've got it ", or, " Here's MY part " or some such . hehehe

I DID remember something that I had NOT forgotten ; it just was not applicable to everyday life. When I first read the story of Edgar Cayce , I was reading all of the books to myself and my very young chldren . They loved it . I had hesitated to read it to them b /c the Edgar quotes ( readings ) were in old language that they might not comprehend. I didn't want to have to try to explain the language. One of them was so surprised that I had thought the language was obstructive. " I LOVE that English >" ,, she told me . That was an aside. hehe To get to the point. Wwen I got to the part where the reader is told of Edgar Cayce's demise , I began crying. I know that isn't notable, but this is . I kept saying to myself as I sobbed. " WHY didn't you WAIT for ME ..? WHY didn't you WAIT ..?"

I have told you I have two severely disabled kids for whom I am sole 24-hour-a-day caregiver. I was NOT thinking of the kids . [I hope you read that sentence again ]. Their problems never entered my mind . I was asking the question , and I repeated it aloud through my VERY wretched tears... I was asking the question OF and ABOUT Edgar ! I don't know what I meant . I didn't know then and I don't know now. All I know is that my impression was ( and it was a VERY vague impression ) that I was supposed to, or somehow could have helped him . That was some time ago, and still I don't know exactly what I meant , but I know it has never been my reaction to any book , biography or otherwise, that I'd ever read before, or since, and I have always been a voracious reader. I cried for a loog time , always with the question , " WHY didn't you WAIT for ME ..?

Alright it is your turn. hehehee Did , or does anyone else get that feeling when they read the Edgar Cayce books..?

Bloom Where You're Planted,
Wildflowers

Dear Wildflowers,

It is my opinion that you may still get a chance to help him. I think Mr Cayce's timing was exquisite. He knew that RIGHT NOW would be a very exciting momentus time. He wouldn't want to miss out on the times we are living in now, so he checked out of that life at just the right time to allow him to be the right age RIGHT NOW to fully appreciate the times and to be knowledgeable enough to help his fellow man and woman. Besides that, he had a lot of work to do on the other side before coming into a new life. It was timed perfectly. Many many plans were made by us all before we came into our current lives. The plans called for all of us to help each other. It is as we help each other that the rest of the plans come into focus. Those darlings in your care are helping you in a big big way. You are lucky to have such incredible teachers. Thanks to them, you will be able to help Mr Cayce. And who knows when he just might show up.

Joy and laughter,
White Feather

Dear Wildflowers, Donna & DolphinII

Funny...Dale Louise...when I typed your name I had to use the Roman Numeral for two. Do you see it? Eleven.

Wildflowers....First let me correct my own error...the Letter C was drawn on my Left Palm...not AC. Sparky idea though

As for the impression you received about Edgar Cayce...I'll put in my II cents worth, but let's put a call out for White Feather. He is with out a doubt the best when it comes to Cayce...

Hey, White Feather....Yoo Hoo...Come Out, Come out where ever you are

My impression is a Soul Expression Bleedthrough....the gathering of Soul's means a regrouping of Expressions...returning to ONE... Re membering...Joining togethere. So we experience moments of memory...

My suggestion is to play with the feeling..encourage it to give better identity and understanding of the memory.

Follow Your Heart In Deed
Pat

Dear Pat,

Here I am! We must have been posting at the same time again, but I beat you.

Dear Wildflowers,

I get truly strong impressions reading Cayce, too, but they are of a different nature. I have talked to a lot of people about Cayce and it has always amazed me how many people get very strong reactions to him. Your reaction, believe it or not, is not out of the ordinary. Remember, he was a member of the Asamee soul group. If you react strongly to him, you may very well be a member, too.

Did you know that Edgar Cayce was an avid gardener? It is not commonly known that his horticultural knowledge was quite expertise. He was, in fact, a flower freak. Not only did he know all the flower's names and botanical information, but he spent the last 15 years of his life planting every species of flower he could get his hands on at his Virginia Beach home. Tending the flowers was a true joy for him in his aging years.

He was especially fond of WILDFLOWERS!

White Feather

Dear Wildflowers

I know what you mean about Edgar Cayce. I read everything I could find and have shelves and shelves of his books. I belong to the ARE. But, when I first read about him, years ago, I felt like I knew him and when I read of his death in one book, it saddened me to no end. I felt such a loss. Now I know why, but at the time I just didn't. He sort of felt like family to me.

As far as your beautiful children, I feel they are very advanced souls here to help you in a pre ordained decision for some advanced spiritual growth. That is PURE LOVE at it's finest.

Love and Light
Donna

PS Oh yeah, I use castor oil for everything. Edgar Cayce gave me a great gift with the castor oil knowledge.

Donna,

I just posted a reply to you on the whooping crane thread. It was a long one. This one will be a short one:

I just wanted to throw in that Edgar Cayce was a professional photographer.

We live in such an outrageously wonderful world!
White Feather

Hello Pat , White Feather ( one of my gurus ), Dolphin 2, and Donna , and All,

Ok, thanks for helping me find my script. I'd been sitting on it ( Silly me . hehe) It WAS apparently THIS time I was to meet Cayce here and help him. My mind is at peace with that. So here's the script.

--Cayce exits ...stage left

Entire cast gathers constantly assembling and re-assembling itself, doing its sthick, not TOO obviously awaiting Cayce's return to the stage.

Cayce re-enters ...stage right , and the play resumes in earnest.

STANDING OVATION !

Next Day's News Reviews

Cayce and Players , the AllOne , were a singular ( pun intended ) triumph !

Like it ? hehehe

Yes. White Feather , I knew Cayce ( from the books I read ) as a photographer , but here is sychronicity for you. I became a gardener a couple years ago , belatedly , as did he , and created a design for my garden.. then went right out and acquired roadside wildflowers! I bought some seeds, plants from the store , but I wanted wildflowers in my garden. The "real" gardeners walked by and sneered at my wildflowers. "Those aren't really flowers ,"they told me . I smiled because I knew Man proposes ( designs his gardens ... a metaphor for life , btw ) but GOD.... plants WILDFLOWERS !
The garden is just about to burst into full bloom , a riot of color and display to gladden the hearts of all passers-by, just as getting to know you has gladdened MY heart I salute you as we all help make manifest the glory of God.
.... Hands each a wildflower ( AAACHOOOO ! ...??) hehehehehe...

BLOOM where you're planted ,
Wildflowers

Hi All

I received a packet of Wildflowers from somewhere, just don't recall. Anyway, I have been saving them and want to plant them someplace special. I find them to be so enchanting and beautiful, just looking at them makes one's heart sing. So, I can understand everyone's (All One) thrill and fascination with them.

WhiteFeather, ah yes, the photographer, I knew, and I think it ironical that you prefer not to have your photo taken.
I still think you are that wonderful Indian man who wants to keep his shadow.

Oh yes, Wildflower, your script gave me chills as I read it.

Love and Light to All
Donna

Good Morning everyONE!

Thank you, Wildflowers! What a way to start the day. Thanks for the flower. I am a flower freak, too, but unfortunately I live in a place where I can't start gardening until later in May. Yesterday, the temperature was up in the sixties and it was gorgeous, but 3 days ago we had 14 inches of snow on the ground. April is the snowiest month of the year around here. It is something I just can't get used to, even after 8 years. My birthday is in April and I have always spent my birthday communing with nature and celebrating Spring. Shoveling snow just doesn't cut it as a way to celebrate my birthday. Maybe this year will be different.

I absolutely love your theatrical scenario. Yes, this is going to be a big production. A blockbuster! Just as soon as everyONE gets their scripts then things will really start happening. I am so excited! It appears that you are certainly ready for your part.

Bingo Pajamas, my soulmate, is an actress/director/choreographer/dancer/singer/writer. She got her first stage role at age 3 and has been on the stage ever since. She keeps trying to get me to write a play for her, but I keep coming up with excuses (like I'm too busy posting in Lindaland, hee hee). I think it is time I get my act together. Of course, I've never written a play before, but that of course is just another excuse.

Don't you think it is wonderful how after the curtain call at the end of a play, people bring FLOWERS up to the stage? Hmmm...

Happy Spring, everyONE!
White Feather

Donna... For me, thanks to Cayce, castor oil is like mother's milk ! hehehe. I even annoint my 3rd eye with it. It is so annointed right now as I get out of my nice warm bed ( sigh ) in the wee hours of the morning ( sigh ) to give Whtie Feather a msg. Actually I think seeing his reaction to my last posting that this is an addedum, not necessarily a msg. Here it is . First let me say, I will give you my interpretations too, but I EXPECT you to interpret it anew ( YOUR way ) when it has been delivered White Feather , ok..?

What is notable to me about the other msg was that it was couched in terms of the theatre. I havehavd no contact with the theatre for some years, and the contact was a very minimal one at that. It was mstly childhood background. I LOVE the theatre, especially being behind the scenes, but for me for some time now it has been out of the question financially and because I am a 24-hour -a- day caregiver, so I was a mite surprised to have written that msg as I did, but I LIKED it that way , and hoped you guys might not object too much. White Feathers reaction, AND Bingo Pajama's hobby /profession (?) told me not only that it WAS a msg but exactly WHY it was couched in theatrical terms.
Now I think part ot the new msg TO YOU White Feather is this ... not only should ou write a play , as BJ has been requesting , but you WILL write a ( some ) play (s)...( that pluralizing just popped into the msg !

There must be something bothering you about the actual execution of the play(s).... because I am told to tell you one of my fav " amazing tories". Here it is.

There was a guy named Dick . He went through all kinds of trials and tribulations ( He WAS earhtbound fter al... hehe) and oe night fell asleep and dreamed a story . He awakened wning to know more , and on subsequent ights he dreamt more. This went on for some time with the story unfolding Then one night , abruptly , the story stopped, not ended , stopped. He was mystified and unhppy. He liked the story . 17 years later ... ( re-read that part... hehehe ) as if on on cue ( another theatrical refernce BJ ) , the story began anew from the very point where it had left off , ,and finished ! Dick had loved the story so much that he had been writing it down.... and now he got it published. .. and the book and Dick ( think Clark Kent ) without even needing a 'phone booth ..hehehe, became known the world over as JONATHON LIVINGSTON SEAGULL , by Richard Bach

Hadn't all of you wondered when the seagulls were gonna show up..? hehe
BTW: I was going to write that story with Bach's name first , but I was not allowd to, couldn't , for some reason . I had to re-type the whole sentence and put the name of the book first. My fingers would not do otherwise.

I might alo add here MY interpretation of ths part of the msg White Feather , is that Bingo Pajamas is not only right , but that if yu think you are too vusy , or won't get it right , or for whatever reason you are hesitant about the play(s) writing, fear not, for you WILL receive help . That is MT interpretation of the combined msgs I would be disappointed not to hear yours , if you wish to/ are permitted to tell me.

This is an aside. What boggles the mind foremost for me here is the medium. but as I think about it , I thiik I know. A play will be seen by ppl who do not neccesarily read ; can becaome a movie or ade for tv movie ... the " populr mediums" which would surely put " the story " before ALL of the ppl . The greatest reach . It would be hard to miss anyone.. hehehe

This machine is acting up, so I have to send this msg warts and all or run the risk of having to re-type it...hehe One more thing. The seagull is the most common thing about the sea too. Ppl who have never seen a whale , a porpoise , a sea otter, etc. have seen plenty of seagulls. Synchronicity ... even more than I thought to this msg.

Good night , White Feather . MAY I go to sleep now . ha ha ha ha ha

Wait , there is more. MUST be said . My msg at the end of every email. I had thought it read "Bloom where you're PLANTED " . Since these discussions we've had lately , it became ( ? ) ....

BLOOM where you're planted (!),
Wildflowers

Since I haven't been kicked off yet. ( I was disconnected twice ) I had better say this too. My synopsis of the Richard Bach story is just that , a synopsis. You can read the entire story ( for accuracy ...hehe) somewhere else on the web.

BLOOM where you are planted,
Wildflowers
Good NIGHT White Feather ... hehe

Wow Wildflowers,
thankyou so much for that story! a friend of me gave me the book "Johnothan livingston seagull" because it touched his heart so much, and then mine.
that makes it all the more special to learn of how it was written!
thankyou
crystllyne

Wildflowers

I have the most beautiful picture of a seagull in my bedroom and as I look at it every day before I go to sleep and when I wake up, it reminds me of Jonahthon.
Richard Bach's books have touched me deeply. In fact, Illusions is on the list of one of my favorites along with Jonathon Livingston Seagull It is very interesting to learn how the story came about.

Donna

Dear Wildflowers,

I feel a lot of synchronicity with you, starting with the internet connection and my keyboard. The connection has been lost so many times in the past few days and everytime I would type a letter, the keyboard would skip every other one. I have replaced batteries, etc. and have had to rewrite and edit so many times, I get worn out. I really enjoyed reading what you wrote, warts and all, as you said!

Here is the rest of the synchronicity that I hesitated to speak of before. I have been involved with theater, television, stage and movies since I was a small child. This has included acting, dancing, writing, directing, singing, and even doing stage make-up for others. Even though I am photogenic, I really didn't like having my picture taken and I considered much of the business phony, yet I met such wonderful people in so many areas of the profession. My involvement has spanned from being in a Frank Capra movie in 1943 to My Favorite Martian in 1999 plus one that hasn't been released yet.

What I like about what you say is that plays and movies may be seen by people who don't read. And I do know how inspiring movies and plays and musicals and so on can be to people. Derek Ryan, the author of the Song of the Dolphins, is currently finishing the screenplay for the animated movie that is being made of this. It is difficult work, but when he is finished a remarkable story about the universe, whales, dolphins and mankind will be revealed to children as well as adults. This may get an important inspirational story to many who would never have access to it otherwise.

Dear White Feather,

I am going to offer you a challenge. There is some very sad news today. The Sacred White Buffalo has been slain in Pine Ridge. I feel that you should investigate and write the story. It is so tragic. It has so much history in Native American Tradition, I barely can believe this has happened. To me, this would be a powerful movie to show man that the killing of everyone and everything must stop, because we are literally killing the earth, if not the universe and ourselves along with it.

Many Blessings and Prayers,

Dolphin2

Hello AllONE,

For those who do not know the story of the White Buffalo and White Buffalo Calf Woman, there are many internet sites, but probably the most comprehensive is the following:
http://www.merceronline.com/Native/native05.htm

This begins with the oldest traditional story including Lakota language and brings the story to the births of the White Buffalo calves in 1994 and 1996. The one called "Miracle" was born August 20, 1994. The one named "Medicine Wheel" which just died, was a silver white calf, born on May 9, 1996. There are many stories at this website and it runs to fifteen printed pages for those who are interested.

Blessings and Love to All,
Dolphin2

Greetings, everyONE!

I will come back tonight with a more detailed responce to all these posts. I only have a few minutes before I've got to go to work right now.

Wildflowers,

You are very psychic, did you know that? I've been in denial about writing a play for many many years. I guess I can't put it off for much longer. I will say more later. (I will try to get Bingo Pajamas to post soon, too. She has been very very busy lately, but should have some time this week.)

Dale,

I am very bothered about the White Buffalo incident, but I think it is very important that we do not react too strongly. I believe the buffalo was killed specifically to induce our strong reactions. More later...

Joy and laughter,
White Feather

Dear White Feather,

You are so right! I did not realize the larger picture, until I received a message from my teacher, Madeleine, this morning. She explained that "Medicine Wheel" may have sacrificed his life at this time to bring more attention to the sacred message of White Buffalo Calf Woman. And she reminded me that "Miracle" the White Buffalo Calf born in 1994 is still in good health.

I did write to the reporter and she wrote to me this morning that they don't have answers to the questions I asked, so she does not know whether there will be a follow-up story. I will be very interested in hearing what else you have to say White Feather.

Many Blessings and Rainbows,

Dolphin2

Greetings, everyONE!

DaleLouise,

There have been so many synchronicities since you posted the news about the White Buffalo that I am not sure where to begin.

My first reaction to the news was that of being hurt. This was followed by a "psychic impression" that the buffalo was killed by a Red Man. This was followed by more hurt. I got the feeling that someone was sabotaging all the good news that white buffalos bring us. Then I realized that that was exactly what "someone" wanted me to feel. I then tried to tune in to the spirit of the White Buffalo. Although still saddened, I was reassured. This is my translation of the message I received:

"The buffalo are here on Earth because Man is here. If Man were not here, neither would we be here. We are part of the same god that Man is part of. We projected into this dimension as part of a unified plan between us and Man (and every other part of god). We are playing our role in this plan, as is Man."

"We have something in common with Man: We are both very stubborn animals. You cannot fence either of us in. We both demand our freedom. Like Man, we will not give up in our mission. Like Man, we will defy the most outrageous odds. Like Man, we are on a quest to realize the Law of One in this dimension."

"The prophecies stated that the New Aquarian Age would be heralded by the birth of many white buffalos--one for each Indian Nation. When Miracle was born, the world took notice. There was much rejoicing and great anticipation. There was relief felt, and a coming together of the people. The Indian way was remembered and researched. Everything went according to plan."

"Miracle was a brave soul, a hero to all of us. Since then, several other white buffalos have been born. With each new one born, there is less interest and less rejoicing. It no longer makes the news. With each new white buffalo born we are that much closer to the New Aquarian Age being a reality. The rejoicing should intensify with each new birth. Sometimes, we buffalo have to do some pretty drastic things to get Man's attention. Whether it is almost going extinct, or producing "miracle" births, or being slaughtered in a news-worthy way, we will not be hindered in our mission to help bring forth the New Aquarian Age. We are a stubborn animal dealing with a stubborn animal. Sometimes, head bashing is the best way. Someday soon, it will no longer be necessary."

"There is a great healing taking place between Man and Animal. There is a great healing taking place between different kinds of Man. There is a great healing taking place within certain groups of Man. The Red Man is undergoing a healing that is as painful as the original wounds. It is this healing that the recent death is bringing to light. Send love, and only love."

White Feather
Copyright 2000 White Feather

Dear White Feather,

I am in agreement with you again, I had the same feelings. If I understood the story - as reported - correctly, the White Buffalo was killed by the red man, who owned him.

You have written something here that is profoundly moving to me and I believe to be true. You have a very close tie to the Native Americans and I think you really should be writing the story that needs to be told to an even wider audience. I know it is not only about Native Americans and White Buffalos, but about all mankind. We are inextricably tied together. As I have seen mentioned in a story about one of the crystal skulls, race and color and nationality should not enter into our acceptance of each other and there will be no more of this type of distinction in the new realm. On earth, in this dimension we should enjoy and appreciate the differences instead of fighting over them.

Respecting one another and all the earth and animals and evey part of nature is the
"Reverence For Life" that is most important.

With Love and Happy Rainbows,
Dolphin2

Greetings again, everyONE!

I just want to add that I do not know any other details about the white buffalo slaying other than what DaleLouise has posted. What I just posted is merely my own immediate impressions.

And now for some memories...

Where were you when Miracle was born? That may not be as popular a question as, Where were you when JFK was assasinated?, but think about it a moment...

Believe it or not, I happened to be living on an Indian Reservation at the time. My little family and I lived for two and a half years in the tiny little town of Chamisal, New Mexico. Although the town is situated within the legal boundary of the Picuris Indian Reservation, less than 10% of the town's population was Native American. (Most of the Indians lived two valleys over to the North) The population of Chamisal at that time was just a little over three hundred. Less than a dozen Indians lived in the town. Naia, Bingo, and I were 3 of only 5 Anglos that lived in the town. Everyone else was Spanish. When I say Spanish, I do not mean Mexican or Hispanic, but Spanish--direct descendants of Spanish settlers from the 1600s.

I received a lot of my Red Man education during this time, but it had absolutely positively nothing to do with the fact that I was technically living on an Indian Reservation. I had very little contact with the Natives of the Reservation. I hate to say this because it sounds so judgemental, but so many of the reservation Indians were drug addicts and/or alcoholics. Even though they had been living with the Spanish for hundreds of years, they did not mingle. They totally kept to themselves. Not only did they have problems with drugs and alcohol, but also severe poverty, crime, and sterility. (They were in danger of going extinct, with an extremely low birthrate.) When we left the area, they were looking at gambling as a means of salvation.

Not unexpectedly, the other two white folks who lived in Chamisal besides us, became very close friends with us. They were a couple who lived at the opposite end of the valley from us. Their names were Gary and Carol (not real names). Gary was a stonemason and I ended up working with him and learning the noble trade. Carol was a musician and Bingo Pajamas ended up singing in a rock and roll band with her. Although Gary and Carol have since split up, and moved away, we are still friends with them.

When we first met them, Gary and Carol were in no way metaphysical. Gary never cared for anything metaphysical, and still doesn't. Carol, on the other hand, was an Aquarian New Ager ready to be born. She just needed someone to push her over the edge. That is where I came in.

I lent her my copy of Linda Goodman's Star Signs and that is all it took. She was hooked. She then went through all my Shirley MacLaine books. Then it was all my Chris Griscom books. She went through my entire library and pumped me for all the information she could get out of me. She took me to New Age bookstores so I could help her pick books and crystals and stuff. We went down to Galisteo, New Mexico to meet Chris Griscom in person. It went on and on. It was incredible to see her blossom with her new knowledge. She started meditating and she even starting creating a whole new kind of music. She was like a dormant volcano that suddenly came alive.

One day she came barging into our home in a state of extreme excitement. "Did you hear the news? Did you hear the news?" she said, almost short of breath.

"What news?" I asked.

"There was a white buffalo born in Wisconsin! What should I do?"

"What do you mean, what should I do?"

"Well, I feel I should go see it or something. This is really big. I just know it. What should I do?"

I smiled at her enthusiasm, "Well, then you better go see it...but be sure to take your camera."

Carol was not the type to watch the New Aquarian Age happen from the sidelines. She had to be right there in the mix. She packed up her car and drove to Wisconsin to see and touch and be with Miracle. (and she has the pictures to prove it) Her life from that point on changed radically. It was soon after her experience with Miracle that she was compelled to drive up to Montana. She didn't know why she was driving up there, she just knew she had to do it. She visited Indian Reservations and battlefields (including Little Big Horn). Nothing seemed to click for her until she was driving across a big expanse of prairie and had the compelling urge to get out of the car. She walked for a long time until she was alone in a secluded ravine. There she had her first experience with the spirit entity White Buffalo.

She was frantic when she came back to New Mexico. She told me everything and said that White Buffalo wanted her to write a book. She didn't know how to write a book. I was a writer, would I help her? Of course, I said. I told her not to worry about writing a book, to just write down everything he told her and then the book would come together by itself. She then sold their farm and moved with Gary to the Pacific Northwest.

Before long, I was getting a chapter in the mail every few days. Carol called me often to get my impressions and advice. I kept telling her over and over to not worry about punctuation, style, wording, or anything at all. "Just don't stop! Just write down the words until they stop." I was very impressed with the material. Talks With the White Buffalo was published a few months later. (And there is a generous acknowledgement to me at the beginning of the book) A year or so later Talks With the White Buffalo Volume 2 was published. Neither book took off and they both disappeared into oblivion.

Shortly after we opened our bookstore, Carol did the honors of doing our very first booksigning. I was so proud of her. I did everything I could to promote her books. The initial responce was very good, but then Carol quit. She just quit. She gave up everything metaphysical, returning to a "normal" life, not even reading metaphysical books, much less writing them. She did a disappearing act and I lost touch with her for the most part.

For the last week or so, I had been thinking about Carol a lot. To tell the truth, I haven't thought about her much this last year or so. Once I read DaleLouise's post about the white buffalo slaying, I couldn't stop thinking about Carol. Earlier today I was wondering how I might try to get in touch with her. Then this evening the phone rang, and it was Gary, Carol's ex-husband. (I hadn't talked to him in months.) Right away I asked him if he had heard from her and did he know how to contact her. He said that he had just heard from her not too long ago. He gave me her email address, and I am waiting for her reply to the email I just sent her before posting this.

Never underestimate the power of White Buffalos,
White Feather