I Have Completed My Journey

    I return to a heavenly presence. A Crown is placed upon my head. In my hands is placed the tree given birth to within me and now given back to me to develop and grow and expand within me. The body and the woman are free. I am handed a scepter, holding it awkwardly, I don't want to rule anything. I am wrapped in a robe, I am cherished. We dance the dance of the free though we are not certain what exactly that means. I seek out his presence and he is with me. He will continue in his journey, always a step behind me, I always move forward without him. What will be will be and in the meantime, we dance the dance of the free.

 

It is an emotional journey of acceptance of being at the end of my journey, the emotional release of relief and awaiting fulfillment of promises. I am not finished crying. I am not finished healing. These things will come naturally, the fears coming and going, the uncertainty coming and being released in me. It is an emotional journey we are making.

And of course, this is just another beginning.........

 

I feel around about me, I sense these things following: the entire apartment next to me we have access to through the closet, representative of the space within me set aside to remain wide open, full of potential for gathering, running and playing, eating, living space for the children in me already existing. I sense the room that is recently cleared out. Full of potential problems if not used immediately. The perfect place for a child, a room full of white linen and draperies, a beautiful and perfect child draped wrapped in white linen. A room in which she can grow to maturity and eternally dwell in. Time for me to become physically infertile. Time to retire the ovaries, the uterus and potential for children. Time to begin a life of freedom as a fully mature and grown woman. ( a little while later: getting a clue here I am now-this part is just an emotional journey I am asked to take for the moment to dispel a potential that might prevent what is to come from happening) 

 I check on him again, he who is left behind once again and as usual, he leaps through the closing door unable to bear the thought of life for me without him. He IS given to jealousy ;)

And my life flashes before me, all those moments I was too busy to process, letting them sink in and hit me so that their storm clouds may pass through me. The death of a friend, so young and vibrant. Seeing his body, an empty shell, emaciated from being in a comma, a comatose shell of a human being abandoned. A warm hand on mine providing comfort, when no human being was present to do it. All the opportunities to really feel and experience these things happening. Do I feel regret for missing them?  a bit but not really for now I am present and take care of them. I can finish it all now that I can rest and really be with them. Now that I know I can be fearless, safe and happy. I can allow in the sadness. Past potentials, I can let go of them. They are the bad things that could still happen if I do not now take care of them. So, I begin processing. There is responsibility at the end of the journey. But there are always moments of grace if it gets to be too much for me. And of course the corrupted versions of everything try to come in and attach themselves to them. I move through things too quickly and do not fear their presence so there is no opportunity. There is SOME benefit to being tired to bother, lol. Simply not interested is better,  imo. But in the spirit of taking things seriously, as spirit suggested using him, they just have no hold on me for if it were simple exhaustion, they would have conquered me or come again.

 

And today I saw in the clouds a small baby elephant, all puffy cheeked and happy. I wonder what this means to me for I never have seen things in the clouds as I remember it.

 

 

 

The whole irony of the white man vs Native American thing is this: the very first people indigenous to this continent were Caucasian who were then invaded by Asians. The "white man" patriarchal system and way of thinking came from Africa, Asia and the Middle East. The Daughters of the Dance are Caucasian in nature and appearance but not of the spirit or mentality associated with Caucasian man whose spirits were overtaken by the patriarchal way of thinking. So, patriarchy is not native to white men and white man is the first to have been "native" to North America.

 And so long before the Spanish invasion and "discovery of the new world", Native Americans had already become "the rainbow children" genetically. What the Rainbow Children really refers to, is the ability of the children of the rainbow to dance within all the dimensions at any given moment. Each color of the rainbow signifies a dimension of existence. So the Rainbow Tribe is the tribe of children who walk inter-dimensionally, and most of them happen to be Caucasians who are casting off and rebelling against the patriarchal system.
And if one notices ancient religions, those who reflected a more equal relationship closest to matriarchy where the Caucasians of places like France and Norway. The god and goddess archetypes overcome by Middle Eastern and Asian patriarchy. The paleolithic ancestors of the Greeks, Romans, Celts, and Norse peoples were all goddess worshipers. To sum it up, the matrilineal heritage of which the Native American is so fond of is from their Caucasian paleolithic ancestors.

RFLMAO, the elephant's appearance in clouds today is indeed appropriate:
http://spiritlodge.yuku.com/topic/999#.Uav9NyAo6P8

 

 

 

 

Now I am getting something about the descendants of Lilith who was tortured by Adam and intellect vs.. sons and daughters of Eve who were innocent and clean-born of her own innocence.