Sacred Journey's, 2002 ~page 1

 I will tell you the story of how I got to the Place of Peace.  So many years ago, before I knew why Indian blood would call to me, a divorce had made me decide it was time to rewrite my life.  The way that I did this was through a series of poems, even though my life was filled with so much sorrow and I had harden my heart against men in general, I spent 2 years writing love poems to a love I knew not.

There was something Indian that called to me, something undefined that I could not explain why the vision of the one who came to guide me from within was Indian, and why when I had asked 'God' for a sign, he sent the Eagle into my vision to let me know he heard my prayer.

At the end of rewriting my life, my head was still full of much pain and torture over the guy thing, and disappointments were common ground that I walked upon.  With torrents of tears I wept in bitter disappointment over a guy thing that was going on in my life.

And as I wept a vision came to a friend of mine, an Indian man stepped out of edge of the forest and she told me that when he came into my life he would comfort me in my great sorrow.  That he was my other half, my mated one.

At the time I thought, "yeah right, like an Indian will ever speak to me."  But 2 weeks later another friend called me up to tell me about a dream she had and the same Indian man was in her dream, steeping into the clearing from the forest.  She said she thought of me and went to talk to him, but when she mentioned my name he said I was not seeking him, I was seeking.. something that translated to power.

Even though my heart was broken and I was very angry with men, this set me on a journey, so I began writing letters to him.  I was broken.  I did not even know how to seek him, so I just wrote him letters.

In the year 2000, the end of my broken journey, I surrendered to my higher calling, the path for which I was sent to fulfill.. and since I had been told that it involved an Indian man I began to seek him, to write him letters on a regular basis.

In the year 2001 I was told to write a book, so I did.  I called it Journey to the Edge of the Precipice.  As I write this in 2006, I still don't know why they wanted me to write the book, but by 2002 my brother and I had gotten into our genealogy and on my grandfathers side we had been able to get the names back to the 1700's.  This set me to thinking that part of these names had to go to our Indian heritage, so I began trying to see if I could find any of these names .. somewhere.. in Indian places.

When I found the Place of Peace, I also found this beautiful piece written by a man called the the Place of Peace American Indian Village.  It was the dream for a Village where people could come and sit in the presence of Indians in their daily life and in ceremony.  So I promptly sent a letter to this beautiful man.. and it promptly came back, return to sender..

Then Indians started showing up in my dreams.. and the next thing you know, I am receiving an invitation to go to this Gathering in Hot Springs Ark.  As soon as I got this invitation I knew I was supposed to go, so I did and the magic began before I even got there, even as I drove down the highway, once the eagle appeared, I knew magic was going to me there.  I knew I was to pay attention to everything I heard while I was there.

This piece is the final chapter to Journey to the Edge of the Precipice.  While I was there I received the instructions that the prayer had been sent and now it was time to let go.. As I write this in 2006, I'm not certain I was ever destined to marry an Indian man.  It's more like I was given this path to follow because the Lightworker and the Indian were always destined to become One.