FALCONGATE-February 18, 2002

    The heart of my people cry to be heard once more and the stones of the mountains contain their cries, and at night when the wind gently blows over the canyons they carry the songs of the stone people, they cry because the people of earth have lost sight of all that was so very sacred to my people. 

    Mother Earth wails because every where she looks her paths are destroyed because of the lack of love for her. Will you not stop and see the things that use to mean so much to you in past lives, that need to be brought forward again into this one.

    To walk that path of peace and love for all that is and was, to see again the Sacred hoop of the corn people and know that within the hoop is the strong medicine needed to bring healing once more the land of my people.

    The beating of the drums bring back the rhythm of the souls so once loved, they danced for the Grandfather and did it with the pure love of all that was and is,  this is needed again to bring about a common thread and join the lost fragments of the hoop together again.

    Oh hear my spirit as it cries for the lone eagle that use to fly with the falcon and carried the spirit of the white wolf and snowy owl within the heart of them, for they were the warriors of long ago that led the people across the Plains and gave them the things needed to bring as a nation of one in spirit and in soul.

    The time is now if you will be still and hear the things that the ancient ones send in the messages of the winds and in the visions of the night time dreams, for they hold so many truths, if you will quiet the inner soul and come to know the peace that it has for you to hold again.

    There is a path that winds down a curved path way and sometime it brings about things that causes the soul to hurt because it can't understand the things that come on this path, but if one would pull inside one's self and then step back to see that the things that have caused the hurt and pain in the path are but tools to use to gain understanding, that the things that brought the pain is only an illusion and once seen as this will give way to healing so that the soul can rise up and pass the pain and then look back see the growth that was needed to bring about the pain. The seeds of hope are then planted and will grow again.

    The elders speak words of great wisdom to the young braves they speak of the dreams of the past that the ancient ones have brought unto them when they were young like the youth of the camp, they tell how the Great White Buffalo would come again to this life time and would lead the nation back to the time of peace and that how this generation would see the great things of the Grand Father come true if they would keep the laws of the people as they were taught to them so many life times before and learn to hold life dear again in all forms.

    The joining of two souls to become one on this is such a special day the, sweet aroma of sweet grass fills the air as they make their way down to the place of giving each other to become one in soul and body. 

    The spirit of the Eagle and the Hawk takes flight and joins the souls as they commit to the Grandfather of the universe their souls. The Souls dance across the winds and weave in and out creating a waltz within the vibrations of the music that is played in the soul of Mother Earth.

    The vibrations of the water bring about the sounds of many string instruments being played at one time and a feeling of the flight of a thousand birds rush over your soul as if being reborn and seeing things on a new level and of greater understanding of what is and is not. 

    The things that we thought were so important fall to the ground like ashes and an awakening takes place in our souls, for we have come to see that the true journey of the soul is not how much we have or don't have, but seeing that we are truly one with all that is around us. 

    We are the flowers, we are the trees, we are the animals, we are the spirit of all, that the beauty that we give out in the vibrations of light is the temple within our souls. 

   The magic of touching another and seeing them light up brighter to touch another and pass the energy on to bring the vibrations of the earthly plane up  to the vibrations of the planets and then hear the universal language unite into one.

    The voices of the Grandmothers speak healing to our souls if we would be still long enough to hear her words, we are so busy running here and running there trying to make an impressing here or there when in fact what is needed is to care for our own self's and to see the great beauty we have inside is the great healing force that is needed to bring healing to all that is on this earthly plane. 

    The Great Medicine woman speaks of the white sage that she blows gently over Mother Earth to bring about a cleansing of the souls and brings an awakening to what is needed to bring back the oneness of body mind and spirit and soul, but it is the soul that must heal first before any of this can take place. 

   Peace my brothers let the music wash away the pain of many life times and bring healing to the soul of who you are.

   The great Golden Eagle takes to flight and as she does you can hear the whooshing of her wings as they pick up the wind under her wings, higher and higher she soars the heavens and calls out the to the Father of the universe who has given her life. She gives spirit to the air and the winds as she makes way over the canyons and mesa.

    She speaks words to the falcon and the hawk, they in turn speak to the white wolf and the otter, the circle of spirits form a hoop and complete a circle in the web that is called a path in one's life.

    The songs of the drum and the cries of the falcon fill the heavens with the cries of the people for they are in tune with the vibrations of the universe and soar together in unison as it should be, the path of all who walk upon the earthly plane. 

    The paths that are woven together bring about many colors of a web in the path of a soul and it is the colors that brings about the things the soul has endured, some speak healing, some speak growth, some speak hurt and pain, but in reality they are blended together to become one, which brings the balance and the harmony of the soul to soar as one.

    Sing my soul and know that I am one with all, for the spirit and soul dances to the music of the healing flute and communes with the Grandmother and is filled with the beauty of all that is in and around me. 

    The trials of this life are only but the lessons of a past life left undone and the things that are gained are like rare jewels that are give to you by Mother Earth as gifts of love.

    We learn to see with new eyes and a new heart to hold things differently in our spirits and to give back to others what has been learned and cared for with so much love. 

    The songs of the flute speak of healing and of love and that is the gift we need to give to another to help them see the true beauty of their soul that the light of the of their spirit will hold a different vibration and know peace upon the path they are on.

    Hear the winds, do they not speak the truths of my soul for the words I have spoken are the words of the Grand Father and his divine wisdom has transcended down through the ancients ones for generation after generation, and still the words speak truth to the soul that seeks the path and searches for what is the way of the soul.

    Sometimes this path becomes cloudy with the cares of life but still the soul seeks for higher understand and it reaches for the heavens to know the truths again, as it once did some many times before. 

    Listen to the rushing waters as they tumble down the streams and know that the rocks that are underneath the water are forever changed, they are much like the soul, as the water washers over the once dirty rocks it washes them and bathes them in love and in the end they become precious gems, same as the soul as it makes it way through life, it is washed with the tears of the things it has walked through and becomes a gem, a precious stone in the Grandfathers eyes.

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