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This is the
information I have, as it was handed down to me from my dad:
It
was said that my dad's grandmother was 1/2 Indian. That her mother had
married an Indian man, both in full regalia and she had went with him
somewhere (it is not known where) and that some years later she
returned with a 3 year old little girl... and it was not known what
happened to her husband, why he did not return with her. This little
girl was my dad's grandmother..... It was said she had black hair,
though I never really knew her, so I couldn't say.
The Vision
Age 12, I,
Maureen, was sitting staring into the face of a flower when I found
myself staring into the face of a most beautiful Indian Woman. Her
arms were raised in joyous exaltation towards the setting sun, and we
were in a place that appeared to be the Grand Canyon area.
After she
finished her Ceremony she took me to her village where we sat upon the
ground and and she began the first lesson. She held within her hand
the seed of life. She tickled the Earth, laid the seed upon it, and
for one full year I sat there crossed legged upon the ground staring
at the transformation of seed to seedling, to plant, to the flowering,
to Winters frost called her to sleep as she laid her seeds upon the
Earth.
Then I was
taken through out the whole village to watch all the plants... and for
some reason I was given the ceremony for when a loved one passed over.
Then I was taken across the great waters, to a land that reminded me
of Asia, like China, and i was shown the plants there.. none less
precious to the Great Mother, all her children even though different.
At the end of
the vision, which lasted until I was 30, she said to me that the laws
of the Great Mother were the laws of God (the Father) That this was
how I was to walk through this world by walking one with the Mother.
That when I looked into the human and saw that their words were one
with Mother, then this was okay and to leave it alone, but if what the
humans said did not line up with the laws of Mother (as in We are a
better than these other people.. or stay away from that person for
they are unholy) then they are wrong.
So that was how I gauged my walk through this world, by walking one
with the Great Mother.
Following the
path of dreams and visions in search of her
At this same
time, I woke up dreaming I was standing in the rest room. My
grandmother had wrapped her cloak around me and was holding out her
arm in front of me. In her hand was a living picture.. It was me as a
baby.. and following that back I saw my dad as a baby, then then my
grandmother as a baby, then her father as a baby.. then her fathers
mother... I saw the males in between but by traveling some 6 or 7
generations of grandmothers I was taken to the one who had come to
guide me from within... It was 13 generations. That
was the number, and I knew it meant something
After that I
didn't know what could possibly be so special about me that she would
travel so far in time to show me how to walk through this world.
So I asked why?
and was told, "You are a great warrior Maureen."
But I couldn't
understand. I had opened up wide in teens, and I saw that all peoples
thoughts formed this energy that came out of their heads, went up and
formed a collective of energy that took on a life, made the happenings
in the world. and out of their anger would come fists, and out of
their unholy prayers would come lightning bolts, and out of their
pain, they would inflict more pain upon the innocents.. plus the trail
of tears, seeing the Indians weeping, seeing the devastation..
everything had just become too much and I had been reduced to crying
all the time....... so I said, "But I cry all the time." and was told,
"great power in those tears Maureen, great power in those tears."
Following the
path of dreams and visions in search of her
I don't know if
this dream was from my grandmothers side or not.. I only know that I
frequently long to know who I am, and their touch upon my life with
this side of my blood. This dream was recorded in 2004..
I was dreaming
I was an Indian maiden. I had just been captured, I and a few members
of my family.
The place we
were in was grassy, but the place where I had been captured had been
near the water, river or creek, not huge water though. We had been
there when a band from another tribe had captured us, and now I was
lightly tethered to one of the men and I was walking beside him to
wherever they were taking me to... and for some reason I do not know
what happened to the rest of my family. for some reason I know I did
not fight the capture. and I was so lightly tethered to this man that
I could have easily escaped.. but this was my fate and I accepted
this.. and there was one other person who went with me.
I am not ill
treated by them, and for some reason I have accepted this as my fate,
so I do not resist.
We walk for
days and days, uncounted by me.... I am not even thinking I should
remember the trail. I am thinking this is my fate. This is my life
now. I am being taken to my new home and it took us weeks to get there
it seemed. I remember on the last 3 days of the journey I was
anxiously looking forward to getting into my new home.
When I get
there, I see a long house. there is a doorway in the center that I am
taken to and disposed of there. I know I am to cook the food and clean
for the others of his tribe who are in there. I know I was brought
here to be the wife of the man who captured me.. but I am not tied up
or held prisoner in any way.. and they do not treat me poorly.
Behind the long
house they have put up a wall of logs for some reason.. behind that I
can see the great river.... I feel like I am somewhere in the
Mississippi valley... somewhere to where the wall of tree logs blocks
the swampy area... They are a people of long houses. I don't see any
tipi's.
When I woke up
from this dream I was told that this is why it can be impossible to
trace my lineage....... that whoever I was before in my tribe had been
lost and my children and grandchildren had become tied to my husbands
tribe...
| Here's how I recorded the original dream (by
recording my dreams it lock the memory in better so that later I
can then access that dream)
This morning I woke up
dreaming that I had been captured.. There were some others with
me, not a lot but a few, at least one other... and the feeling
that I had was that we were waiting to go to our new home..
Finally the day came when they said it was time to go to our new
home
I don't remember the
journey there, right off hand. I do remember that I accepted
this as my destiny as if I did not put up a fight... just like
okay this is what I do now..
In the beginning I did
not realize that I was in an Indian dream. I was taken to a
place that reminded me of an apartment complex, and somewhere in
the middle of this long house was my apartment. It was sparsely
furnished, even though I don't remember what was in it, I did
not have the feel that it had it's own kitchen.
then it seemed like
there was a window by which I could see out to the back of my
new home. As I am standing there looking out it I see a wall
has been built from logs and they had this way of going straight
for a bit, then coming in there would be a little space, then
the wall of logs would start again.... and for some reason when
I was looking at this I thought of the Mississippi river and
alligators.. I don't know why I thought that as there was no
evidence of a river, nor did I see any alligators....
For some reason I then
wondered if this long house had a basement and bent to look
underneath it... and I think that what I saw was that it had
been built on, like a flat stone foundation...
It was right after
this that I awoke realizing that I was an Indian and I had been
captured and been taken to a new place to live. I did not fight
this but accepted this as if this was the natural course.. and
for some reason I had the feeling that the name of the actual
tribe I came from was lost to my children as I had now become
known as a member of this tribe... |
Following the
path of dreams and visions in search of her
This last piece
actually makes this backwards looking glance take on a new light. I
went to the Fall Gathering and, while I was gone, I received the gift
of another person seeing me through time...... I'm including the
letter, even though I don't have any idea how the first part of her
vision parallels the second part, but since they were included in the
same vision I'll just leave it as it is: Here's the vision given to my
Star sister in China..
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First I
see a psychic attack like an etheric silver sword in her body.
around her i stitch it up, and send it back out to whence it
came and beyond. wait, i send it out to the universe and not to
the one who sent it .to melt in the unconditional love of the
universe.
I don’t
return it to the attacker at all, if he wants it he will have to
travel to the far reaches of he universe for it...
then i
see a chief. white feather. he has feathers white feathers all
down his back the headdress. he calls Maureen into his teepee
but she doesn’t want to go. he tells her she must come in . she
shakes her head. he tries a softer approach and offers her a cup
of tea with his two hands.
She sits
down determinedly on the ground outside the teepee, and refuses
to drink or take the tea.
another
window opens. the chief is sitting on his haunches, drawing in
the ground. before him squats a younger man, who head has purple
Mohawk feathers. the young man has chaotic energy feel:
masculine, angry.....
the chief
is drawing a map of sorts, trying to tell the younger man
something. he doesn’t get it. the chief looks up. the chief can
see thru time and sees me watching. he points up to me, telling
the Mohawk man to look. the Mohawk man says nothing. he cant see
me. he sees nothing.
i see
you again on the ground, watching this. Ah! you are to be
betrothed to this one. ( the Mohawk man) you are on mixed ground
about it. you have no heart for him, but you know he is a brave
warrior. you are in two minds but since you cant make a decision
for yourself you decide you may as well accept tradition and
what the clan "wise ones" want, and marry him.
Then i
see this beautiful young woman walk past. she is with child. she
has a young child in a papoose, that is, not pregnant. the child
is wrapped in blankets strung to her body.
Ah1 i
smile for the first time in this vision at her warmth. i smile
for the first time cause you are smiling too , for the first
time in this vision.
you love
her. she is your mother. you have much of your father -the
chief's- talent for vision. you can see some of the future your
father talks about. they know this which is why they think you
would be a good match for the warrior: his bravery and your far
sight.
it is
here that you made your vow. as you watch your mother and the
new babe walk away, you vow you’ll come back, when your people
need you. you see the vision your father speaks often of. you
didn’t see me looking but you have seen for yourself there will
be times of trouble, times of madness, when the very Earth we
stand upon is in danger, when the people don’t know themselves
and are caught in a new kind of madness, and you vow then that
you will return, return again to Earth when your people need
you.
you are
called "little feather" but this is only a diminutive name. you
have another, that which i did not hear.
debbie
dipperstarlight 19/10/2006
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It's her. It's
the one I've been in search of, the one who came to guide me in this
life. She is my mother, and it is her walk, her footsteps so sacred
upon this Earth that I remember every time I hold the Indian heart
sacred next to mine. Little child was I, girl with vision,
walking behind her, watching her steps so sacred upon the Earth.
She is why it had to be 13 generations to get back to her. She
was the mother who was holding the child, who was the Grandmother.
It was my mother holding me. And I was the child she was
holding.
I remember
I remember that life, remember
being angry at even the suggestion that I was called to walk away from
all that I loved to marry a warrior. When I was given the dream where
I was shown how it is that the knowledge of the tribe she was from
could be lost, I was puzzled by my cold heartedness against the family
I was leaving... to give myself to tears over the situation would not
have served, and so I felt as though I just turned and walked away
without ever even looking back.. without even trying to record or pass
forward the tribe the visions came to us from, I went to bear the
warrior children... so I could return again through my own
bloodline... strengthened...
It was why I would always be
told, "You are a great warrior Maureen."
It was later, after this that a
Unicorn sang me the most beautiful and said my name was Celeste....
said the reason they called me Celeste was because even in my times of
weeping tear songs they could her me singing across the universe..
link to Unicorn singing
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