Wind Prayer
“Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of all things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that one.”
― Black Elk Speaks:
Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux
It’s not that I didn’t believe in Past Lives,
I just saw no reason to place my attention upon such.
Then … I started to Dream.
Awakening
In one dream, I saw I was Native in the Southwestern US.
Before the time of the Whiteman.
I dressed in white buckskin and I loved my beautiful wife.
It was an idyllic lifetime.
Later …
In 1988 I went at exposition of Native History and Culture
at the Glenbow Museum in Calgary.
It was called:
The Spirit Sings
As I wandered through the exhibits of Arts and images
I found myself overwhelmed and I became very tired.
I decided to lay down on a nearby bench.
Suddenly I was lying on the ground in a Teepee.
And as I looked up through the canopy
where intertwined the support polls
I could see the stars.
I had been a plains Native.
Spirit Renewed
In a third dream:
I was a Mayan woman standing in my small hut.
I was pregnant …
And when I gazed into the fire,
I saw the face of a Master.
Looking back at me.
What can the mind know?
Where only Spirit can go.
