“I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole earth will become One Circle again.”

~ Crazy Horse ~

honoring Crazy Horse in this astonishing light of interbeing moment of eternity on the anniversary of his last battle in 1877 with his last vision shared with Sitting Bull during ceremony with Sacred Pipe, just before his assassination… several years ago, i stood right on the land where he was killed and participated with native medicine elders in a healing riteuwell of deepest profundity…

synchronisticly, i sit in cosmic dreamweaving circle today with another coheart of medicine elders under the radiation of the moon of wild enlivening to venture deeply into the dream cave of the earth to meet the great mother and receive her gifts empowering our being able to serve spirit personally and collectively as we dance ’round this new turn of the sun amplified by the reality that it is, as well, the great turning of the ages… and here we interbee in this breakthrough moment to catch the tradewinds… are you feeling that even with all the turbulence, hope is alive? we can do this, we can meet the challenges of this moment optimally by coming from a consciousness of an abundance of love and gratitude…

yes! this is the year for us to dive deep and take flight

being dreamweavers of translucent, rainbow light

hearts soaring as one to unimaginable depths and height

yes! this is the year for us to dive deep and take flight…

on this eighth day of journeying january, the moon of dreaming, in this eight universal year of spiritual enlivening, what is coming alive in you, what beautyfull blissing isdiving deep andd taking flight?

may we all dream and awaken to our medicine, our power, of weaving our light interbeeingness into a seamless tapestry of lucid luminosity alive with love, liberation, compassion, joy, wisdom, wonder and the deep wildpeace of the running wave…

“When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
~ Wendell Berry ~

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