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This is my story of the great gathering.
Somewhere in the late 90's was when this great gathering, voice and sharing began.
I think it was about 1994. My first dream was of the little girl and her many horses.
I was standing in a forest during the day and from the East there was a herd of horses, spread out through the forest around
me and walking past me to the West over groves and hills. I was watching in a wonderment when a young girl came up to me and
asked me if I would like to join them. I told her yes but I didn't think I could follow, I didn't think I was wanted. The
little girl took my hand and we began to walk with the horses. One by one the horses began to become people who were walking.
As I looked around me all the horses were now people and we had come to a dry, desert place. I was set down inside a very
large circle of the people, not far from some elders who sat along a rise of tipi's and were facing us. This woman began to
pass around food to us. She appologized for not having more but they were cornbread pancakes with honey and were the finest
thing I had ever tasted. I had never felt more privilege in my life.
I had so many dreams in that time about the great gathering. The ancestors were calling and all those who could hear it
were aching to return the roots of their lost spirits into the soils of Mother Earth. This was very gradual and took years
before I was able to connect everything together and understand what I was looking at. Which I'll give that theory afterwards.
When this time of the gathering began, many books started to come out when you could never find anything Native American
written by a Native American. I didn't know anything in that time. I would learn things but then I would keep them, waiting
for that time I would find the mysterious, ever illusive shaman and ask him for permission to do such as the medicine wheel
in prayer and smudge. (You don't need permission for those.)
I could feel a song in my heart of the beckoning, like a calling drum in the time of the first dream. It was the beginning
of time for all the children of Mother Earth to come back to her and in North America, the only ones who remembered what the
ancestors told were the Native Americans. And many more were lost hearts since the long walks and trails of tears who were
trying to come back. My own spirit couldn't deny this feeling, like those lemmings that just have to throw themselves off
a cliff and die on the rocks below. The blood does not matter to me anymore, though finding out I had Cherokee in my family
gave me strength as a child. It gave me a sense of identity, pride and a will to live and I'll never forget it. It isn't the
blood, this I know in my heart now instead of just my head. It's the spirit, and spirit knows spirit and who or what ever
was calling, knew who was coming.
It would be a long while before I would dream of the gathering again.
I was dreaming that I was standing on a road along the marshes and it was a dark road. Even though it was supposed to be
like a country road, the ground was black and on each side grew the tall marsh grasses and cat tails. While I was standing
here I saw people beginning to walk from the West to the East.
Sometimes they were in groups and others alone but they were all walking together in the same direction. A young woman
came up to me. I didn't recognize her from anywhere but she took my hand without a word and I started walking with her down
the road into the East. We came along side a very tall Native American man in full regalia. He looked at me in suprise and
asked me what I was doing here. The young woman said something to him and then we continued to walk. I'm not sure if any of
us spoke any more.
When we came to a crest of the land it had changed into forest, there were no longer marsh grasses. Someone said something
about us going to a meeting place but when I looked to ask where we were going all the people were still there but no one
could answer me because they had all become horses, all behind me and walking in front of me they were either mustangs or
ponies.
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I had a dream I walked into a shop, it was deep and rich in texture and had a few interesting things around. I was going
to leave though when a tall man stepped inside. I recognized him from the walking dream, the one who asked me what I was doing
there. He started to tell me about the raven and handed me a small drum with a raven depicted on it in black, only it was
like a folding cover over the drum, like a square or triangular hanging piece of cloth.
His heart was in sorrow but I could hear it singing and he asked me to remember this drum. This Raven Drum.
*******
I saw him again in another dream but this time I was only an observer. He was in a red shirt wandering away from an urban
town. He came to a train track and the train began to come. He let the train pass him a little and then jumped on to the train
and was gone. Nobody knew where he went but his story continued.
I found the Native American man with the red shirt as a boy among two healers in a strange realm. It was like a room for
a house but it was outside surrounded by water. The boy dove into the water and swam away from his healers. They went looking
for him.
He came into a city where there was some grungy places and spray painted walls. He stepped inside this door to one building.
Inside was a deep, rich living room where there was a very tall and strong Native American man. There was long strings of
beads between this living room and the kitchen. He promised to take care of the boy and began to show him something about
the bear. Then the boy had to run again. This time he went into the kitchen and turned to the right where there was another
door. He went into this door and there was a small bedroom here where a woman sat who was also Native American. I'm not sure
if he ended up anywhere else from there but this boy was very special. One day it seemed like, he was going to be very important,
so he was always hiding.
I had a dream that was rather long. Machines had taken over the world like maximum overdrive. An old man had given me a
map and I was using it to find my way deep into the forests far away from any machines. I came to a high hill where a small
river cut through it as a water fall. A car started to come out of the earth from it so I climbed to the top of the rise and
found myself standing along river rocks where women were washing clothes with their children around.
A warrior saw me and raised a bow. He drew back an arrow and was going to shoot me so I took up an acorn and threw it at
him. He seemed a little perplexed and instead of shooting me he left. Then several men came to me and told me I could stay.
One of them wore a red shirt. They offered me a ride with them into town for groceries in their truck but I refused, I was
afraid of the vehicle.
Then the dream changed. I was trying to get away from machines that had risen against the world and ended up inside the
white house of the president. There were aliens from the UFO's sneaking around and the FBI was trying to catch them in some
kind of espionage thing. They looked like the mister potato heads from an invaders from mars movie I had seen. I was trying
to get away from both of the lot of them when I saw a woman shawl dancer in the center of a hallway. She was surrounded in
a circle by the drummers and was dancing alone in a red shawl. I stood still and quiet so I could watch and listen without
disturbing anything.
*******
After the dreams of machines taking over the earth like an Aztec prophecy I once heard of I began to dream all the forests
were on fire. I had several dreams like this where I would find myself among the lava flows. Then there were ants that vomited
lava and were scouring it over the earth but this one was most significant to me and I have a very good reason now:
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I dreamed that I was in a forest on fire. There was lava flowing like rivers over the land and I was trying to help my
family get out of it. When I looked up I saw a man walking across my path going from North to South, from my left to my right.
I was facing Eastward and there was a creek between us. He didn't stop but he turned his head to look at me while he walked.
He was in full regalia, his face was painted and he wore a head dress that had feathers fanning down to his face combined
with a quill roach. At is side was a white shield with allot of fringe and in his hand he held out before his chest a spotted
feather.
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After these I began to dream it was the animals who had taken over the earth and then the plants because we didn't love
them anymore. Only a few times much later it was zombies instead and I was in a world filled with zombies with only a few
other survivors.
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About three days after my dream about the white house I saw on TV a news cast of a gathering of many chiefs on the white
house lawn while Clinton was president. A type of gathering that had not occurred since the 1800's. I don't know if the people
were heard yet, again, but it was significant. And the Hopi tell of this great house that the Native American people should
be allowed to participate in. It's a universal house, the united nations.
The Gathering of the Chiefs with Clinton
He Carries the Feather: Hopi to United Nations
I started then to hear about the many people starting to go to anybody who would take them and teach them. In Europe the
sun worshipers had a huge gathering. Here, people were rising about connecting with their roots like trees starving for nourishment
about Mother Earth and were going to all the Native American's to teach them. Many in turn were telling about it being time
to heal ourselves and the earth.
Some people didn't like this big intrusion, after years of all the stereotypes and the long walks to the reservations that
had been taken. Then these people like seekers who don't even know Indian ediquette were stirring. Some were welcoming about
them, they knew this time, they knew the calling, sharing and the teaching. Yet others were taking this time for granted and
advantage like Coyote and like Snake. All one nice big confusion. And my own heart ached to go even though I dispaired because
now I thought I would never be able to walk quietly among a masses of people making such a movement and voice. My heart knew
it was a time though, some spirit was calling all the people to come back home. Where ever that was ...
I had a dream I was standing in a place along a mountain side where all the stones were singing songs and making music.
When I looked out there was a valley bellow me and I saw a shawl dancer in a red shawl. She was dancing alone and all around
her came falling stars like a rain of fire.
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I dreamed I was running with many sorts of children across a dense forest and along its slopes and hills. It was a great
joy until some business men came like they were some kind of FBI and started trying to corral us like we were wild animals
on the loose. Some of us ran to this tall cyclone fence and when I got to it I looked out and saw a huge collection of cars.
Past the cars was a powow, though, I had never seen or been to one before. I climbed the fence with some of the other children
to escape the bad guys and wandered over the cars where many people were sitting on the roofs and hoods of the cars to see
the gathering beyond. I was watching and wondering. I started talking to this Native American man in a pair of black sunglasses
when my dad was sitting by me and suddenly just grabbed me by my sides and handed me down from the car to the ground below,
to stand with all the others. My heart like to have exploded and I cried. I can be expressive, but I'm not emotional. It's
very hard to let my emotions go in front of other people.
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Some where in here in this time I had a dream I was at some kind of old gas station at night. I'm not sure what I thought
I was doing here but I saw a coyote coming for me. Normally I don't have any fear of any dog but this one was a coyote and
snarling and bristling up at me for an attack. I thought he might actually eat me so I grabbed him by his muzzle and wouldn't
let him go. Some one was telling me to come inside and I noticed then I was right by the door of a rich wooden house. I went
inside but I was so worried I just brought the coyote in with me still hanging on to it. I really didn't want to let it go
and end up having to kill it, so I kind of didn't know what to do with myself.
To the back wall this man was sitting, getting a good chuckle out of me. I liked him right away. He had a good smile, he
seemed pleased to see me and there was a woman there but she was quiet. I thought he must be some kind of shaman because he
was wearing pine or cedar or some kind of branches or antlers on the sides of his head. He told me to just go put the coyote
up and I went to a nail in the wall and hung the coyote there by the back of his head. When I stepped back the coyote had
become a hide like a shaman's shawl or robe with the face of an owl on it instead of being the coyote's head.
*******
In this same time I had a dream I was in a part of forest that was always special to me. Here I saw two Native American
women standing off to the side, observing me and not giving me any direct eye contact. They were in many dreams but this time
one of them turned to me and in her hands was a medicine shield that looked like a lady bug. She said she they were my aunts
from long ago, from my Cherokee side. She said this was our medicine shield that she carried and now she wanted me to carry
it as the family shield. So I took it as she held it out to me and it became a small mandella that looked like a lady bug.
Then there was this gathering in the Black Hills. I hadn't heard of it before or since but it was significant. It was
also a significant time because my mother had developed cancer. She then passed away in 1996.
The Star Knowledge Conference: Black Hills Gathering
I have seen of some of the harm, hurt and pain self proclaimed shamen and keepers have done during the time the great
gathering was rising. Like Coyote and like Snake in ways to hurt the ones willing to go to just anyone to find themselves
and their roots back into the earth. Allot of turmoil came about, different feelings, mostly pain. I myself felt like one
lost wolf trying to track a trail I could not see, trying to howl towards a pack I did not have. I was having dream after
dream.
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Not long from then my dad invited me to come with him, my grampa and uncle to New Mexico, to an inter-tribal gathering
at Big Rock or Red Rock. I was very exited. I couldn't even sleep. I was up so early in the morning I went to our back yard
to sit with the thick fog that was over everything. Looming out of it like a mystery I saw a great blue herring. The mosquitos
were bugging me but when I looked down to get up, little toad frogs were around my feet catching the mosquitos on my shoes,
so I stayed for a little while.
When we got there on many adventures, I stepped into the biggest circle I had ever seen to join a round dance. The first
time I stepped in to join a dance I had to stop because I was about to cry. I didn't know, just how far my spirit could carry
me and it was getting much much bigger than my wee little body could contain it. In my eyes, Native American are a sacred
people, and here I was, standing like lightning hit me.
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For three years I got to know my father. I hadn't before because of his alcoholism. In 1999 he was in the process of
being diagnosed with Leu Gherigs when he died. By this time I was honored to be among the Lumbee and to have met the Comanche
and my father came with me. They are precious times I will always respect and hold dear in my heart ... Then I lost it some
time after my dad passed away. I started to have my spiritual madness.
A spirit came over the earth and started walking ever since the beginning, sometime in 1994.
There was a calling drum. I think it must have been some constellation in the sky going on but I don't remember what it
was, but then everything came tumbling after, rising in voice about the importance of healing ourselves and Mother Earth.
My belief is that something did something and the ancestors are stronger these days if they weren't before and I just didn't
know it. People are still in troubles and turmoil but my hope is it will get better and make more sense. Our times are all
significant these days.
There was a point in time during my spiritual madness, near the end, I looked up and saw what my husband was watching on
television. The sunworshipers in Europe gathered to the stone henges in great masses. An important constellation had occurred
but I can't find a reference right now about what that was or when. It too though fit into everything I was already going
through.
In some of my time of the first of it, when I was still writing with the personalities and making any sense, there was
this thing that came up about star houses. Now, I had met a precious man and his wife among the Comanche who told me about
Nadua's son, Quana Parker. I saw one of the paintings he had done on the roof of his house. He had painted five stars on his
house, to show all the white men he was greater than any general that they had. This was called the star house.
In my configurations and visualizations with several personalities going there was this thing about points of stars on
the earth. These star points over the earth were shining beams like quartz crystal with stars inside of them and my voices
and writing was telling me these points were sacred places of communication and gateways. I am embarrassed I called them star
houses but I didn't realize there was Quana Parkers star house until the visuals had already been done. I deleted it all as
fast as I could. I had someone online ask me about that and tried to explain these places, very important places like a great,
magnificent lodge, more important than any general. Like the house of the united nations only these were many points over
the earth where there are or should be the great gatherings. They were glad I had deleted what I had said, it is possible
here, I could have offended someone in my madness. Despite myself this was another important point being made to me about
communications and alignment.
I've also been pointed out recently that the MikMaq (MicMac) have a story about how some are given their NA names, that
the Star People will know them by these names and one day bring these people to the great Star Lodge above.
Some things I have are beyond even my own interpretations like Star Lodge and Star House. There's allot that I write you'll
just have to give to your own interpretation and what I have, will mean something else to you ... as many times, I'll only
understand some of these things myself much later. Because of things like this I'm only writing down what I feel at least
some sureness of now because so much has come together.
There are these star points on the earth. They are houses. They are gateways. They are like the united nations. The closest
I can get to what was being expressed to me is the Sacred Hearts Gathering. It is in the things we are doing now.
And the warning I got from it was how these gates can be found. Gates can be made. And one gate opens the portal of the
stars while another gate could open a dark hell ... like 9/11 filled with rage, a dragon set loose like the Tales Trine. Pick
the right story. On the earth, there are these special places where there could be gatherings. These star circles. If my dreams
and things keep going like this ... one day there's going to be these gatherings too. These great star places on the earth,
people will go to ... if they don't come from already.
And this is how it goes. This is my story of the great gathering. Someday I won't be a lunatic. Everybody will know these
things ... then they can teach me what the heck I was talking about.
National Indian Council: 2000
Dare to Breath
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