two spirals

purification & manifestation

I sat beside the quiet circle of stones, rocking to the rhythm of yesterday’s prayers, feeling lifetimes away from four days ago. 

The holy woman, mother, grandmother; carrying feather and staff - sending water from the heavens to the earth and back again.

The daughter, child, grandchild; dancing with fire, my heart and holy meaning. 

Somehow, in the Great Perfection, all has already been completed,

and,

in opening, as it was in the beginning, the circle spins a web of Light beyond our knowing,

and, 

“A long time ago this is happening.”

I brought the old Indian to the lake above our land. The mountains are changing, gold and pink, promises for the spring’s blooming. Grateful doesn’t begin to describe the feeling.

The Mayan Timekeeper rocked my daughter beside the fire, back and forth, back and forth, while I cooked dinner and prepared for nighttime. When she returned to my arms, she was changed, her eyes peering out in a different kind of way. I could sense a new gift was living there in her heart.

By the lake in the mountains I showed the old Indian the ripe Hawthorn berries, our local heart medicine. Brilliant red berries on thorny branches, we gathered them up together, he bending the branches and me harvesting the berries. He remembered his Grandmother then, when he used to gather berries with her like this, and he shared a beautiful Thanksgiving chant with me, Thanking the Grandmother. As he sang, I felt chills running up and down my spine and neck. I was remembering. 

Chop wood, carry water, Remember. 

“Sugar,” the Timekeeper said, “for the ancestors and for our future self. To offer sweetness, both backwards and forwards.”

And he spiraled the sugar in one direction and then in the other direction.

“This fire will purify the land and your community. Are you prepared for that?”

Time will tell.

Corn in the four directions and in the center. Flowers, candles, incense. Golden sheets of manifestation paper. Sacred water.

The old ways of this land are rising up through our feet.

The family hoop and the sacred Tree of Life are alive in the astral.

Our words give life to where they are pointing.

Be what you are, know what you know, and serve everyone. 

As the world, balancing, unwinding and re-imaging herself, transforms into something new, we are here, around this circle of stones, giving thanks and speaking prayers.

“This Gathering today, is now forever.”

And here, in the future, sitting beside this now quiet fire pit, where the mothers and children, grandmothers and grandchildren, papas and uncles and lovers gathered before the Infinite, I look up into the sky and I see fish. I see the ocean, full of swimmers. I see sea turtles and whales and ancient finned creatures of water deep. Swimming in the sky by my home in the mountains.

Whose fires will we see in the future?

The water runs deep. You can see the future there.

Gathering the wisdoms, we can feel the future Here and Now. Foot paths and water wheels, fruit trees, belonging.

The wind is blowing something this way. I am honored to feel its feathery fingers in my hair.

As it was in the beginning,

Matiosh, Sat Nam, A’ho, Ashey, Amem.

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