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Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences No Turning Back -- Part 2 of 2 Parts

Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences

No Turning Back

The sacred power of the Grizzly Bear for turning back was not allowed, yet.

Kick-en-dust-about along the dusty roadway to the tent: perceived by this child a lonely journey, seeing the clouds of dust gave rise to impressions of some remarkable connection with Yellowstone. Head races at the speed of a race car with throttle wide open, trying to psychoanalysis activities of the day: eyes and mind only half-register activities of a large tall standing grizzly bear, using her gifts of observation, to investigate the child, Red Sun from a distance. Campers’ guideline: Grizzly bear require caution before entering where bears might be. Eyes recorded no bears or other critters in tent, no need for concern, its safe.

Nevertheless . . . eyes fail to record the number of feet determined to take occupancy within the tent: Feet of ten, supports three bodies C same in size. One set of two and two sets of four, enters in unison. One set of two: supports little Red Sun. Two sets of four: supports brother and sister, grizzly bear cubs.

Ballerina eagle, spins to land on the small and separate cot . . . In flight on one foot, movement of three, freeze in motion as eyes freeze frame of life in deep silence for several seconds. AO-o-o-Kay!” Hope, Grandmother M was right?

Two spirit voices in unison: Your Grandmother M was right.

Frozen silent observation returns to three who stops to read face performance behind eyes. Subconscious mind activates: Recall active events, Red Sun review . . . coming to . . . no? What about entering tent . . . maybe . . . no, how not in here . . . when. When? How?

Sister: Beside you.

Red Sun: Why?

Brother: Mother knew, she send.

Red Sun: Oh, Hello! Welcome! Knew what?

Cubs in unison: Hello!

Brother: Mother wrong, child no look . . .

Red Sun: What do you mean . . . I no look?

Sister: Mother wanted . . .

Cubs: wanted you to know, you are one with us.

Red Sun: Why mother send? Your mother might get mad and eat me?

Cubs: Oh! No! Mother won’t eat you C looking at each other C she sent us to greet you and be with you!

Red Sun: Explain?

Cubs: Don’t you want us here?

Red Sun: Don’t go! My spirit feels strong with you. Heart’s spirit is one with each other. Yes.

Cubs: Yes, yes, you are part of us.

Red Sun: Mother hear me, it makes my heart happy you’ve come.

Brother: NO, No! Mother will not harm you. You are one of us, she will not eat her child.

Sister: It was Mother who sent us.

Brother: She would have come herself . . . She wanted to come . . .

Sister: She could not come here without people coming to kill her.

Brother: Mother says she loves you, bear-child

Cubs: We love you our sister.

Red Sun: This is good, we all love each other.

Cubs: If big people, see her come to give you message from Great Grizzly Bear Father, we would all die.

Sister: Mother says, it’s important you know your spirit is strong joined as ours, with the most sacred, great-grizzly bear father.

Cubs: Yes, this I sense as truth. We are bond our spirits are as one: we are children of our Great Grizzly Bear parents, too.

Brother: Power of grizzly bear is always be within as guardian, guide and protector my grizzly bear sister.

Cubs: As the seasons move, the Great Grizzly Bear Father joins four spirits to one. Four to share wisdoms of each on a sacred journey, each grow as one in strength. Until the union you call on our Great Grizzly Bear Father.

Sister: Mother wants you to know she loves you very much, too. Your/our mother will be with you in spirit to protect you, where on earth you travel.

Cubs: That’s our message from mother/father. Let’s play?

Setting sail off the cot, arms out stretched as an eagle in flight, positioned to attack my brother and sister with hugs of love. Happy laughter all around, plenty of bear hugs and of course exploration of tent contents, while climbing over, under, rolling, jumping off the cot, flying across tent to land on each other.

Brother: Sniff, sniff . . . F-fo-o-ood, good food, in many here. Nose awakens belly, claw marks ones with food . . . you open?

Bear spirit, the spark of the Great Grizzly Bear spirit strengthens within, as child plays with her family, not strangers or bears, but family. Thoughts transform Red Sun (the human child) into the spirit of a bear-child.

Bear-child: Timber! See they all tumble down. Jack-in-the-box, see two of four popped opened.

Brother: You open others, sister? Fun . . . fun, happy fun, clothes fly as birds in air, fall as feathers.

Bear-child: Sister-bear. . . I have an idea? Let’s play dress-you-up in my clothes.

Sister: Bad idea. Watch! Good idea, tear sister’s clothes up.

Bear-child: Okay, bad ideas.

Brother: Stop. Sniff, Sniff, nose knows many foods here. Sister, I hungry you open more. . .

Sister: Follow brother’s nose, mother follows brother’s nose, he smells many good hidden eats.

Bear-child: Jackpot, a big cache of sweet foods and jerky. (We enjoyed a good meal of treats, which were meant to be shared among many family members.)

Brother: All finished here, sniff-f-f-f, smell something good sweet. (Nosing around the last one left unopened on the ground to open. The biggest of the suitcases on the ground: This was the only one, locked in the stack. Brother calls on us to join him in his jump/bounce action to break open the locks. (Samsonite luggage bear power worked.)

Bear-child, waving the barber pole peppermint-stick: Horary, we popped it opened. Brother where? You lid, you find. More goodies, we eat easy foods first. Last we will eat this very large peppermint stick, last. How are we going to share this?

Brother: Let me bite pieces we share?

Bear-child: Sounds fair.

Sister: Brother’s greedy . . . eats all, we get nothing. You hold we share, beside as one.

Sister with head over bear-child’s left shoulder and brother over the right breathing in my ear. Licks went from right to left and then left to right. All went will until the top of the peppermint stick formed a point: brother decided he wasted enough licks and took a big bite.

Sister slapped brother: Greedy, I’m going to tell mom.

Brother and sister up on hind legs in a happy growl fight, which didn’t last long. Because it’s more fun to be happy -- happy playful children, who enjoy their time to roll, joke and jump around on and off cots, tumble on, stumble over and bear pile on each other. At some point, we managed to breakdown two of the cots, grind clothes into the ground, upset and turn over everything we hadn’t touched before. Can’t say anything was left untouched. It can be said for a lonesome child, among human children this playtime was the happiest, focal point of my vacation: Spirit children of who appeared outwardly of different cultures playing with each other. Sad too, how few adults posses the ability to comprehend the way we possessed to overcame the difference. We saw and related to spirit and heart, not appearance or form. Truth, we were as other children, who soon created messes that soon got in our way of having fun.

Short-sighted minds . . . forgot about the problems our actions of joy would/could create by venturing outside. Hearts bright and alive . . . . Spirits soar in love . . . . Our level of playful joy accelerates with each beat of our heart into pure playful happiness. We had been outside playing for awhile before grandmother made her presence known. The picture of us together might not have unnerved her as it did others, but harsh reality revealed what we forgot each moment increased our dangers: those who understand nothing of our truths. Each moment increased her fear for all of our safety.

Slowly she walked over to where she felt safe in getting my attention -- in a low, slow, calm voice. “Red Sun, Red Sun, very slowly and very quietly, move, away from those grizzly bear cubs, their mother’s watching you and if you hurt her cubs, she WILL kill you and eat you.”

It was easy to read across her face: conditions can get easily out of control, if we don’t follow my instructions. Red Sun a.k.a. Bear-child: “Why Grandmother? She loves me, she won't hurt me. Mother sent her children to be with me, to give me a message from the Great Grizzly Bear Father. Now we play together, we’re having . . .

Voice of a stronger force: Quiet! Naive children of innocent hearts, learn the lessons you need, observe concerns across faces: hear the voices, learn to read emotions, hear the real words, not those spoken. All hear me . . . observe, listen and learn.

Mother grizzly stands high from her place of obscure observation: Gur-r, huff! Huff, huff! Mother grizzly bear stood-up twice more outpost, as she uses her head to motion for her cubs. For a moment it seemed the sacred bond was broken, by personages unaware of current spiritual events. This time they believed falsely . . . as they headed to save a child, who really didn’t need saving. Their fear and kill-bear-personalities, made it urgent for three children to part.

Grandmother M watches as we bounce sorrowful glances off of, between and around, before we shared our parting hugs, kisses/licks, just before departure to our respective sides. Reality of the moment – our expression of love did not go unnoticed by all: Open hearts overflowed with joy, through insight, after they witnessed our affection. Nevertheless, sad to say . . . the majority of eyes refused to see, trough hard hearts of stone.

Our respective sides checked us over and found no injures. We parted in dead silence, until Grandmother M’s internalization void of emotional silence was replaced a deafening . . . “WHAT IS THIS? . . . Eyes recognized articles of clothing outside the tent.

“AH! O-o-o-o . . . No don’t want to hear her voice . . . hide?”

Three steps to the tent, Grandmother M’s reflective (I don’t agree with what I see) silence . . . “suitcases on the ground, cots broken, clothes filthy, nothing left intact? Now I see how much fun three small ones can have, together. Playful mess is one thing, but this bypasses messy ten, and goes straight to massive disaster.” Violent spin around on heels, hands in good position to attach to arm: “Let’s go!” Holding tight, to the upper arm of the child, (whose status changed from a child in need rescue into prisoner). Her I’m mad tight hold was to prevent her prisoner from escaping.

People all along the way (to her Airstream) parted in dead silence. People parted, as the Red Sea, opening before us then quickly crashing behind us, following us to the shore of the Airstream trailer. Silence: blanketed the air we breathed, the ground on which we walked. We walked in a void, (If anyone dropped a pin it would have resounded as a boulder.) Grandmother M refused to wait for me to comply with her signing directions, in one move, tossed inside the trailer door from ground to couch. “Do NOT Move! Stay right here, until I am done praying . . . is that clear? DO NOT go outside.” Looking at the crowd, “I will need all your help when I return.” Shuts door to close us off from the outer world: “Red Sun, Speak! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Grandmother M, but you don’t understand.”

“Talk later, prayers now.” Moving the room divider, as to put a wall up between us, this demonstrated her emotions.

Lying on the couch: Please, Great Grizzly, help us? Help her gain insight. They are friends, the only children I’ve been able to play with. A closeness of spirit, bonds us, in ways words cannot describe. . . . How life soared with your sacred children who don’t fear me or think me strange, as children in a white world. No sooner had I finished my prayer, when she returned. “It didn’t take long, for you to receive answers to your prayers.”

“Red Sun, you stay on the couch, until I get back.” Outside she recruited family and friends for work details to repair damages: this included a group of women from around the camp to wash, mend and iron the clothes. She returned back in a short few minutes, still a little shaken from what was or what might have been. “You will have to thank everyone later, because they all volunteered to save your skin from Elinora, not for me, but for you child. Over twenty people have volunteered to help clean up after you and the bear cubs. Its two now, and most might not get much sleep, because of the repairs and clean-up needed. Red Sun, its time for a few important lessons: lift the sit you’re on, please. Do you see a book with a picture of children on it? Give it to me when you do.”

Once I handed her the child’s bible storybook. “After today’s event I want to read you a couple of stories. One about Daniel trapped in a lions den and the other about Jonah in the belly of the whale.”

They were interesting stories which we took the time to discuss, but then I felt it was time she wrote another story, as I assumed . . . “Now you have a story of Red Sun and the grizzly bears, to add to the book.”

“Well! Ye-s -s-s? But. . . there’s more to it?”

Shortly before 21:00 hours, Glen Hunter and Elinora arrived to face what makes campers, not so happy campers: Surprise, Elinora, you have entered into your misconceptions of pristine camping conditions. Deviation from the dreams of her vacation turns her mind inside-out, giving her the nightmarish perception of life against her. I wonder if maybe? . . . No, not maybe, it would have been better, if they arrived in the morning? Run for the hills, perfectionist Elinora is out of control, she in a wild woman rage, ready to take on the entire camp with fire in her eyes, language not repeatable and violence over the top. Be afraid . . . very afraid when light of day, turns to dark: as an evil of deep, dark, cruelty, awakens Elinora’s dangerous night violence.

Thank goodness for Glen’s policy of listen first, think second and action third. Neither action nor illogically behavior was permissible until after rationalization of facts, connected to events. Glen listened to people in his ears, for over thirty minutes without saying a word, then confirmed facts with Grandmother M, before he got in the car with the broken cots and headed off to the Ranger station, to pay for replacement cots and damages impose on property: by one child of three-cycles and three-seasons, plus two-playful grizzly cubs, not yet, one-full-cycle.

What wasn’t expected, Glen Hunter returned around 22:00 hours with four park rangers trailing behind in two-vehicles. Rangers called a campers meeting which turned out to be a session of unnerving prattle, illogical demands and deadly threats. In desperation the rangers handed out fliers with simple, clear instructions and rules expected of all campers: From food handling and storage, expectation of keeping the sites clear of litter, as well as, how to handle cookware and dishes. People foods are for people not wildlife. No feeding of or leaving food out for the bears or other wildlife, No shooting of or at any park animals. The instruction seemed simple enough for me to understand. Why it was not logical for adults to understand, can’t say. Wonder if children understand better than adults?

One strange, angry man, the silver man, alone in an Airstream built for six, “IF BEARS COME AROUND HERE I’LL SHOOT THEM, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE MY RIGHTS AND YOUR NOT GOING TO STOP ME.”

Two rangers attempting to control the event, moved within a couple of inches of the man, “No one! No one is allowed to shoot grizzly bears on Federal land, except under extreme life and death conditions.” The two escorted, the strange silver man, inside his trailer to continue their conversation.

The third over a loudspeaker, “Remember, if for some reason the bears do come into camp, shooting isn’t allowed . . . use loud noises to scar them off, period. Unless a person is under physical attacked, leaving you with no other option to save a person’s life. . . . Even then it’s questionable, if you will be able to save a life, by frightening or wounding a bear. You could make matters worse.

Taking us to the next point, we would prefer for numerous safety reasons . . . if bears should come in the camping area, for someone to come notify us. We’re paid, trained and equipped to handle our grizzly bears without injury to people or bears.”

The fourth ranger: “Weapons are not allowed in the park, since hunting and fishing is not permitted. If you have weapons, would you please give them to me I come around to your camp?” As he collected weapons he gave them the receipt and told the people they could collect them when they left and not before. The two rangers exiting the Airstream trailer had in their possession three shotguns, one crossbow with a number of arrows.

Early morning, after a night without bears, Grandmother M’s up early and it was time for Red Sun to lesson. It was decided I would not share the tent with Glen and Elinora. Not ready to get up, but the continuous soft motion and whisper, “Red Sun, get dressed, it’s time to begin medicine instruction . . . you’re going with me to pick berries and herbs. We’ll eat after we get back.”

Over the road and through the woods, to Grandmother M’s gathering we go. Hunting for herbs and berries, was fun and boring at the same time, until . . . two sweet voices broke the boredom: Red Sun, Red Sun come see us.

“What? . . . Who? . . . Where? . . .”

Voices: Over here beyond these moving bushes.

Eyes search see the movement beyond the bushes, silvery movement. Flat belly crawl under the bushes to spot unexpected beauty: Wow! Wolves, you two are a beautiful. You are a pair of shimmering silver-gray wolves, lying together as strong lovers. This is meant to be, I can tell by the way the sacred light shines and encircles us from the Creator. Their eyes lowered in a sign of reverence: May I ask? . . . Why do you bow before me? Why do you sing your honoring song to me? Why?

Wolves in unison: We are of your future, it’s not yet time for our spirits to come together, but when the time arrives, you will know. As the time comes close for us to come together a sacred medicine warrior will come to you. When you two come together it will be the time for the warrior in you to awaken. A time when you teach as well as, learn: a time of extended family who teach to and learn from one another, many lessons... A time when many of your life lessons, (more than you desired) be learned on the run as your accomplishments will be in a manner, designed to save lives. When you hear our song you will know and awaken to many skills learned and not recognized.

“Red Sun, where are you?”

“Right over here, Grandmother M, talking to wolf friends.”

As the white buffalo calf disappeared, they too disappeared. But not before implanting one more stick with you message: We will talk more, later, as you need us.

The next evening late, with no further grizzly bear incidents since the cubs visit, most had relaxed and retired to their tents for a restful night or so it was assumed. Many already asleep, when one car load of [by way or no way] campers arrived. The type must people quickly come to regret living in their neighborhood, let alone next door, because of the chaos they invite/create daily. The voice of life within Grandmother M directed her to warn them about the grizzly bears, plus instruct them on the proper ways to protect and police ones campsite, so not to invite trouble for all. She even offered to help them, secure their camp site and wash their dishes, if they needed it. Only to receive language of the uneducated, flung in her face by not only them, but the strange-lone silver man in Airstream for six, whom they just happened to parked next to?

Interesting, these uneducated parked next to the strange man, but were they strangers? When Grandmother M returned from visiting the uneducated, she warned other campers in so many words: These are dangerous people: it’s as if they’re planning to invite danger and death, by inviting the grizzly bears, to dinner. This will give them an excuse to kill, no matter how many will suffer, because of their actions. Something is up between them and the Airstream man, they have a dangerous agenda? . . . Yes, this much I know it will in some way involve us and more, beyond where we stand.

None had to wait long, chaos reached out as a strong evil wind, with the power contaminate lives and spirits faster than a forest fire, not just one solitary campsite: It spread to all campers, bears, rangers, businesses, visitors, inside and outside of the parks, plus their chaos came with a high price tag, in dollars on resources and lives. . . . It’s a mystery how in less than 48 hours, the cost of chaos increased by leaps and bounds for Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons. The uneducated caused new rules to be enacted, which many without homes to be ejected from the parks.

The uneducated were either lazy/uncaring people or they intentional set a trap. You tell me, they left dirty dishes spread out across two tables, as well as, two frying pans with an inch or more of bacon grease in each, food in paper boxes and open containers: scattered from their open truck, across the ground and on the benches.

A child’s opinion, it was planned, as the combinations of all things were both catalysis, an invitation set for disaster: “Free meal! Good eats! Come and eat!” Many a critter came to dine, however, it wasn’t until a number of large, grizzly critter on four paws, arrived, the reality of these uneducated revealed itself: chaos and death.

Stage was set and others were drawn into their plan: Every couple of seconds, long and short blasts, interrupts the peace of at least two-campsites, sending those of us asleep straight up into standing positions, thus putting an end to all sleepers sleeping. Considering the horn blast was meant as a call for help from the uneducated. The reality of the uneducated agenda was for others to resolve, the chaos they imposed on the camp. Maybe I should have felt sorry for them, but I couldn’t. Not for any person or persons who thumb their nose at logic -- while pitting humans against bears making bears the victims of humans. Glen hopped in the car and headed out for the rangers, before big disaster struck and lives ended.

The call for help horn attracted not only humans but the adult and younger bears, along with two-bear cubs and one-bear-child, whose curiosity demanded satisfaction and action. Can’t say what was happened before crouching down between brother and sister, but I can say we enjoyed, the speedy attractions of a five-ring circus. If behavior told a story from start to finish the first three-quarters was side splitting events.

Wild captivation/fascination adventures. . . . Honest life observations of people, as a grizzly bear, through the eyes of the Great Grizzly Bear. For a short time this bear-child was given the ability to experience life and cultures through honest eyes, spirit and heart of the bear -- in a manner -- few have ever experienced in a lifetime: Smiles, chuckles, eyes dancing, an array of laughter from the belly chuckles to roars, this night abundant with jolly joshes. Each squeak and squawk, each blast of the horn, and squeal created through and around the uneducated increased bear happiness.

Truth of events, only a few of the two-year-old cubs, were hungry, the rest just wanted to play. One on the roof of the car huffing with each jump/bounce, elated with the motion of the car, the emotions of the people and the noises which was his bonus. Two bears on the front pushing down on the hood of the car, with another on the back doing their jump/push/bounce actions. Each separate creation of strange noises, combined with the horns was a special gift causing all to roar in laughter, by motion and reaction of the front-end. They were acting in rhythm, not random, for the music of the car movement.

What must have shocked the uneducated, was when one of the youngster stuck its head in the window investigating the sleeping humans, cramped in one car snoring. Wonder what the uneducated woman thought or felt, when she woke to a grizzly bear breathing in her face?

When we arrived she had be in the process of fruitless attempts to chase the grizzly bear away, by squeal sounds which closely resembled a frightened young pig, as she waved a pillowcase. Pleasure on the entertainment scale was at least a nine: The playful window bear mimicked the uneducated every move. It was beautiful to the bear’s brand of fun. The bear grabbed the white pillowcase, from the pig squeal woman then processed to do closely mimic her behavior and sounds. Being an insider into their personalities, laughter and joy turned into a beautiful life experience.

The love and happiness of the moment, one might be able to equate to the experience of life for the first time, the joys of your child in your arms for the first time. Something I wasn’t able to equate with until years later. The reality of the event mattered not -- there was a storm brewing or we sat in the middle of the escalation of chaos. We observed bodies with shoulders and necks, which appeared to support heads without brains or eyes. Fascinating how these characters continued to run past, jump across or around, plus a few even walked on top of two-bear cubs and a human bear-child, without realization of the truth under their feet. Theirs was another reality.

We heard a strong voice, give a slight chuckle when we got walked on as a rock, the voice of whom we discovered was the sacred Grizzly Bear Father: See how people are blinded by fears, in their blind fears, they fail to notice you three together. What they believe they see is nothing more than a large rock in their way.

Cubs: No wonder humans get upset, thoughts confused, fears control emotions . . . no wisdom, no insight?

Father: Remember, the things you observe this evening. At a time when cool logic should prevail the reverse happens. Don’t give way to fear, if you are to survive.

Bear-child: Wow, to think these (questionable) adults are who children must trust their lives, WITH? Discovery of humor in the moment: See! Watch these headless, mindless chickenBpeople, running in wild-eyeless crazy circles. Not arms, wings flaying at the air: bodies bump into any/everything, hard or human, creating unrecognizable sounds. Can’t say if the sounds are human or animal? Do you think the others without heads can understand?

Cubs: We can’t understand . . .

Bear-child: Hey! Lookie, old time movie, might be cowboys and Indians movie, in reverse. People are wagons using pots and pans as weapons. Some wagon master (?) ordered the wagons to encircle the Indian/bears. Encircle what they want to drive off . . . can’t say it makes sense. Where can Indians or bears go when trapped in the middle? Round up the prisoners and start killing . . . Yes, yes, they don’t want to get rid of them they want to kill them.

Father: See!

Short previews and flashes of hate and wars across these lands: the blindness of mob mentality.

Cubs: Mother, watch out, silver man, bad medicine stick!

Bear-child: Bad medicine stick, long gun. Why? Rangers tell him not shoot grizzly bears. Silver man and uneducated, must be related.

Cubs: Yes, now understand, reason for food . . . to kill us.

Watch Indian/bear stampede; knocking wagons over faster than anyone could count to ten. As one who had never recognized empathy connection prior, (sudden pain ripping me apart inside, sensing death inside of me) doing everything I could to not blackout before knowing . . . rolling on ground. Calling out: Grizzly Bear Father, bear-child Red Sun asks . . . what is this powerful burning pain deep inside? Many thoughts bounding, racing and ricocheting within, relating to events before and after the uneducated showed up, why they park -- where they parked? . . . Behave same, they interaction together. Related or not we see plans made, to set the stage for death of grizzly bears. Maybe words I don’t hear, but the intent was strong . . . see people drunk with pleasures, when people and animals are injured or they feed off death when they can spill blood of innocents.

Cubs: We go, quick.

Father: Red Sun, hear the cry of the bear, it says I am hurt bad, come it is time for me to die? This is what you feel and what your body reacts to. Quick, I want you to allow me to speak through you.

Bear-child: Yes, yes, speak!

Red Sun’s body stands arched, as the voice of Grizzly Father speaks in a strong earth shaking voice: Man in silver, hear me, if my child dies, you die, too. Your life is now joined to the life of the one you shot. Do you hear me man? Do you hear the words? This I have spoken and so shall it be, as spoken! Know this . . . YOUR blind anger is the undoing of those who joined you in this. We see in your hearts, you came for blood, to kill, death shall we your fate.

Grandmother M, “Red Sun, have you been there the entire time?”

“Yes, Grandma . . .”

“What happened, you look as a sheet white?”

Strength wanes in every muscle: body takes a slow nose dive to the ground, in great pain. “I feel the pain of the bear, silver man shot. Truth the man will die when bear dies.”

“How many times have I told you, Red Sun, words have power and your words, have more power than most? You have sentenced the man, to death. Hear me child, take those words back . . . Right-now!”

“The words spoken are truths . . . words decreed from the powers that be. Know I can’t take back words, not mine: Man was warned and . . .”

Father Grizzly’s voice roars through Red Sun: Man refused to listen he made his choice for death. Truth, sacred lady, the man’s actions cursed him. He must pay the price for his action . . . a life for a life.

Grandmother M: “The man will die if the words are not recalled.”

“Then you understand? The words decreed by the Creator and spoken are not for anyone to take back. Words spoken came by way of the Great Spirit. Sacred lady hear me, the words cannot be taken back without killing Red Sun, too.

Hard time for Grandmother M who saves so many lives: not being able to save this one. She must have felt her spirit was slammed against a wall: Mind in a state of torture, when one realizes no matter what said these truths are not what you want to accept. Sensing her pain of a situation not even her prayers could correct, was causing her great distress.

Red Sun, the child wanted to please her and tried three-times to recall the words spoken -- only to have brain react as if encased in a void of darkness as throat swells shut, tongue swelled plus refused to move, heart and breath quit. Oh, well, I’ll give it one more try, but I fear she will not listen. “Grandmother, PLEASE! Hear me . . . words refuse to come. The power of the words spoken, are decreed. Can you hear and understand, the words spoken through me were words decreed by the Great Grizzly Father, Great Spirit, Yellowstone and Earth Mother, not my words, but theirs. I was only the one through which they spoke their words, this you have done many times.”

“Red Sun, GO to my trailer! We will speak later, when I am cool enough to speak with you.” Reinforcement by double signing her command, GO, now! “Here comes your dad with the rangers, you don’t need to be in the middle of this. You thought the people and bears were bad? This is going to get ugly.”

By the time Grandmother M got back to the trailer, Glen Hunter calmed her down and all decided to wait and see . . . before making any final decisions. Truth, Glen realized he might have said the same thing, if he had been here and witnessed the silver man’s behavior or he might have rammed the gun down the man’s throat, he was as mad as Grizzly Bear Father and Red Sun.

At sunrise Grandmother M kissed me on the forehead and handed me a cup of hot coca. “Sweetheart, are you feeling any better this morning?”

“Yes, why do you ask such an odd question? I didn’t die last night did I?”

“Here!”

“Thanks”

“Do you think you can go tell the man . . . Sorry, you didn’t mean what you said last night.”

“NO!”

“Tell me true, you don’t want him to die do you?”

“Grandmother the words weren’t mine. IF they were mine, they could be recalled, but sometimes it’s hard for even you to understand, why I can’t do as you ask. Some day maybe . . . you will understand. Grandmother I love you, but . . .” Dropped to the floor on my knees, head on the floor, tears in eyes, palms together. “Hear me, please hear me! Know its hard being torn between you and the Creator, love and reality. Know this, both can’t be honored, here, but this time it’s not your choice or mine, the decree is the will of the Great Spirit.

“Okay, Red Sun, if you can’t speak the words, then take him this plate of food? . . . It will express a peace offering, but you will have to say nothing.”

“It’s a lie. But anything to make you happy, I’ll take the food, but is not a peace offering, the man has a blackheart.”

“Okay, go take the food, walk-inside, set the food on the table, and say nothing . . . except you carry the food for me.”

Not happy with her request, but I walked with food in-hand, sensations of uneasiness flooded my spirit for even going close to the trailer: Father Grizzly and guardians please forgive me, it’s hard. You tell me to honor and respect Grandmother M, as well as you. Believe me sometimes it hard when you are both not in harmony. I love and respect the Great Spirit. I know deep within . . . your words are truth: his life is linked by the hand of the Great Spirit, not mine or Grandmother M’s. Yes, my heart knows the words are set in stone; they can not be taken back. I respect Grandmother M, a sacred person whose love of humankind, does not allow her to see anything but the best in people. Truth, you taught me, one cannot walk in rose bushes without coming in contact with thrones.

Knocked on the hard outer door, no answer so I opened, the hard outer door: which wasn’t latched, to knock on the closed screen door: No answer, Shower water running, he must be in the shower, this is good. I’ll put the food on the table, she can tell him later. Popped open screen, first foot on the lower inside step, rising to the second step . . . sniff, sniff, strong gas smell, hissing. Head rotates to left in direction of hiss. Fire out under coffee pot, must have boiled over? Oh well! The man can relight it after he finishes his showers.

Cannot explain why, but for some illogical reason in the back of my mind, said it was important to close both doors behind me. After several rough attempts of slamming the doors shut, they stayed. What was not noticed was the rushing of air sending the gas through the Airstream or the many sparks metal to metal produced each time? At the time, this Red Sun (the child) neither realized the consequences of door creating sparks nor the combustion power of propane: propane ignited, swish flash fire throughout the trailer before one could think or blink. Explosive sounds, man screamed as windows, walls and doors in flight away from the trailer. Luck was on my side, force of something slammed me against a door eared marked for flight, with passenger decorated with food and compressed plate on person, in subsonic flight, above and beyond one-plus acres of campground. No stopping at edge of campground, the door decided to travel into and through the tree line, faster than a skyrocket.

Wow! Flying without a plane, on a door without wings, no dreams . . . Why are those people flat on the ground?

Grizzly Father: Prepare of crash landing. Watch your head and hold tight to the door.

Red Sun a.k.a. Bear-child: My head, how long will I be in the hospital? Where is this door going to stop? Arms can’t move, help?

Hey, door you stopped, nice soft rocking chair, I’m alive? . . . Yes? No? Gazing out from under trees parts and dirt: tracing conditions where the door stopped to where it all began. Oh no! People getting up off the ground . . . the old lady’s tent in flat on the ground . . . movement, wonder who’s in it. How many got hurt? Look at all those trees, leaning over up to here. Fire in the ground . . . pieces everywhere . . . top of the trailer gone?

Father Grizzly: Child safe. Promise made and promise kept, the bear crossed as you closed the door. Park Rangers tracked, found, freed the bear from pain as it’s spirit crossed. The silver man has killed before and done great damage. Here comes your Grandmother M with others racing to see what is left of you, since all they can see is a child covered in branches and dirt. Dirt in food appears as blood to them. (Grizzly Father sent the impression this man and his friends were killer of people and wildlife, for profit.)

“Oh, thank the Lord its Red Sun, alive! Sorry, forgive me, I didn’t listen to you child. You’re alive . . . We feared you dead when the trailer blew-up. Someone go get Glen, Elinora, tell them Red Sun is uninjured and alive, but in much need of a bath.” Turning to those gathering, “The flying door carried Red Sun back to us.” Murmurs of people wanting to know how badly hurt, if they need to get a doctor? Door scraped the top of a couple of cars, too, before hitting the scrubs. The explosion shook the ground so hard it’s proved a real miracle anyone even the uneducated survived. The explosion knocked people to the ground, they weren’t lying on the ground, because. . . .

The man’s Airstream trailer flows in fluidized flames of volcanic ash and metal. The trailer had lost its top, and burnt hot because of its four propane tanks. Yet, before I got to my feet, the uneducated left: without packing or seeking medical care. Gossip said: They neither wanted to speak with the rangers nor wanted to answer questions. So someone took down their license number for the rangers to stop at the gates.

No sooner had the rangers and fire trucks showed up, without even making a motherly appearance at Red Sun’s crash site: Elinora hatched and idea to support her much sought after escape. “Red Sun’s latest incident is just too hard on me, this isn’t a safe place for her, and I’m afraid the next time she could get killed. Its time we left here and spent sometime in Vegas before going to Kentucky.” Her words and complaints prior to our arrival revealed her real reasons for not camping at campgrounds, as camping was beneath her. Elinora believed she was too beautiful and important to be any place that was not luxurious enough for her lifestyle requirements: A campsite without electricity, nightclubs or fancy places to show off her beauty, was not right for her concept of adventure: Her hands and nails got dirty, dust got in her hair and on her clothes. For most folks, it was a nice campground, with toilets, running water, showers and places to wash clothes. Before the fire was out Elinora lost and we stayed until the third week in August. Red Sun had a great vacation with Grandmother M, from 1 July to 18 August.

“That was around 1950, more than a half a century later, Sacred Yellowstone by any chance do you remember this Red Sun you gifted with your sacred gifts: who hearts believes the words thanks can never be enough for your autocatalysis influences your gifts to pass on in different way and forms. Promises made took forms and are still in motion as hundreds of lives were gifted with life: lives saved, lives survived, lives improved, through life adventures and experiences. Sacred Yellowstone, heart of Earth Mother, without you and your wisdom, how many lives or events might have been unwisely different, sacrificed or ended-up in major contra conditions: In addition to (if they happened at all), Grandmother M’s seasons of sacred lessons, because spirit would have lacked ability to understood or would have come to reject the value of positive life programming, if Elinora had gotten her way. It was through you the knowledge was implanted so her influence was not . . . psychological destructive or contagious.

“Sacred Yellowstone, whose countless gifts range from life maker to life breaker with autocatalysis influences for ones spirit within the moment and across lifetimes. . . .? Would people treat you with sure disregard, if they understood or recognized you’re power as the sacred heart of our sacred Earth Mother? Truth, your sacred measures of spiritual gifts, unique powers and blessings connects one to countless others with and/or through you via sacred universal wisdoms of the elders.

“Wonder how many across the centuries you touched? What number of those actually perceived or experienced the touch from your heart and spirit you wanted to impart? Out of those who on some level acknowledged your touch: how many really recognized, learned, listened or accepted what autocatalysis influences you had on their lives?

“Many may wonder . . . what a few will have the courage to ask of you: Sacred Yellowstone will you answer if asked . . . why or how can unrelated events, awaken the connection of spiritual abilities by infusing truths into any or all elements of life and spirit? Yes, I must agree . . . unless, YOU are experiences as Grandmother M or I (Red Sun) did, it could be hard to digest deeper purpose of ones life. How can one envision, (during the first stage of introduction to), how these unique events could be any part of a combination of catalytic structure/functions: uniting biological, metaphysical-physics to and/or inside space and time with ones environmental codes and abilities, whereby, belief systems and philosophies are influenced. As building blocks, each event introduced relationships by inner-linking structure and elements to functional operations via enlightenment of a unique evolution of coherent elemental bonding codes.

“[Bonding codes] visions: summons forth distinct rare genetic bonding sequences, equivalent to symbolic creation formulas. Thank you sacred Yellowstone Mother, your provocative call summonsed Red Sun so you could empower and awaken, as well as, legalization of birthrights through ceremonial inauguration. What those that ask should know (Yellowstone will answer in her own way best for each individual), for me it began by connecting birthrights with early memories together with lessons engulfing our lifetimes.

Truth, the Great Spirit, along with you, my relations and ancestors’ summonsed forth elements of life which awakened truths of Red Sun’s spirit to an amazing world of new realities: Reflexive, dependency on formal features of -- self-construct code -- each requiring, the existence of a performance -- without conscious thought.

“[Self-construct code] Yellowstone revealed events which weaved together, linked and connected life: across space and time [far-past to past, present and future.] By connection with substance and elements of life to form a functional operation: each linked unique evolutions of coherent codes and bonding. Our coming together proved to be the bonding of ingredients to save lives and assist others to improve their lives, too.

“[Without conscious thought] probably the most important elements: secrets because the future is never set in stone, inasmuch as, it depends on all of our behavior. One can debate, for and against, the pivot points of life: productiveness of a child’s sacred of spiritual life a child can learn the without all we experienced, together. Maybe Yes. Maybe No. But I can honestly say I don’t think it would have been as constructive or as powerful a lifetime, if Elinora, the egotistical, got her way.”

The first example of what a lifetime entailed and why I honor you with my respect and gratitude for your autocatalysis influences: evolved soon after we arrived in Kentucky. Glen Hunter never made it back from Korea, because he never went. However, the event that would have ended his life in Korea happened on a smaller scale: If he had gone to Korea he would have come home in a body bag, missing a good section of his upper-right-torso and half if not most of his head. His life was spared, but not before he experienced a couple of near-death events. If it was not for the vacation he would have been in Korea, but instead, he was still getting what would be our home to move into, so he could leave in a few weeks.

Time line of events: We arrived in Kentucky, around mid-September, Grandmother M arrived mid-October and was training Elinora how to cope with cold country, before she started her formal lifetime seasons of spiritual training.

The day’s weather began mild, but by mid-morning it turned into major whiteout-blizzard conditions, another one of those great days for training Elinora, survival in this 19^th Century tri-level, mortuary/funeral parlor (converted into duplex). Sitting by the fireplace in our front room (once viewing area), the sacred white buffalo calf/wet nose, made herself known: Your father’s life is in grave danger: if you want him to survive you must sacrifice something that means a great deal to you, hurry.

The first item in sight, a ring Glen gave me without much thought beyond love, the ring with a pray was tossed into a fireplace: Great Spirit, sacred woman save my dad’s life, I offer you this ring as my sacrifice for his life.

Wet nose, calf woman: Now go sit by the telephone it will ring soon, be ready for long journey.

So-o-on, in whose time? Before the snow and lunch, we (wet nose and I) attached our personage to the phone. Hours later a child learned the term ‘soon” was relative, as we were still attached to the phone when Grandmother M began preparations for dinner. As the hours past, Elinora angered spiraled at as Red Sun seated next to the telephone, rude to others on our party line, refused to leave the phone, and the only thing I would say is something happened to dad and I have to stay by the telephone: these words enflamed Elinora and she decided it was it was a good time for a bath.

Wet nose: NO, no bad idea, for many reasons: least of all the weather, weak lungs requires confinement for upwards to thirty-six-hours after a bath. If you take a bath, both you and your grandmother will be confined here, you’ll not be able to leave the house until tomorrow afternoon, which will be too late. Going out soon after your bath will cause your death, yet you two must go with Elinora, if you don’t go two will die, if you take the bath you will die. You cannot take that bath; do whatever you have to do to avoid the bath. All with be forgiven.

Strength no child of four-cycles could possible posses before the phone call. . . this Red Sun so discovered she inflicted injuries to house and personages of Grandmother M and Elinora. Can not say how long the stubborn refusal continued, but a thin sheet of ice developed before the phone rang and wet nose instructed me to being a rebellious journey up the stairs: Go to the first step turn and fight. . . . One by one these instructions continued until I was at the top of the second flight.

Wet nose: Keep Elinora at bay, the phone will soon ring now.

Red Sun: Okay, wet nose, do hope it rings soon, its no fun fighting with them.

Kicking a shoe at Elinora, she dodged, the shoe connected with the window C at the base of the second flight. Conditions changed to slow motion: in less than ten-seconds of shoe’s flight, mind’s interaction with spirit of emergency, in combination with strange sounds of glass breaking, phones triple ring and Grandmother M reaction as she answers our ring.

Grandmother M, reaction to the voice on the other end, gave rise to her opening statement: “Elinora Red sun knew? Its Glen, there has been an accident, here you talk.”

Out of the house in less than five minutes: on a deadly journey from Perryville to Lexington with Elinora driving through a blinding snowstorm. Worst week of storms in over a decade: Korea’s type of extreme winter. On our way to the hospital, Elinora was so upset she failed see a large traffic accident in process, with a large jacked-knifed trailer sliding sideways, for us. Eyes spotted the danger through the falling snow and Grandmother M saw how to escape, protecting one Cadillac from being decapitated by the trailer. The trailer did take several lives before going down the mountainside.

What if, we had not gone . . . (1) would Elinora collide with the trailer? . . . (2) Would she had been one of the twelve killed. What if, she had not arrived to give her consent for blood transfusions and the required surgeries? Glen might have died, if not then several days later, without Elinora. Their deaths would have left Red Sun in the middle without anyone, besides Grandmother M: who crossed when I was a few seasons into my ninth cycle. Being a black-marketed child, none of the family members on either side could accept a child, not of their blood. Children of Indian blood were perceived, as non-persons. Glen was important not only for Red Sun’s prime objective, but he too was needed to save many lives, by introducing various lifestyle improvements, which lead to positive social changes, stemming from his political influences C in later years as there was still much in life for him to learn.

Yes, as you can sense, you were a child’s tidal wave, foundation developer, life-maker and, and . . . Truth, don’t want to think it what might have happened without you. As things were going life just might have become a black hole, if we survived, which I doubt. Countless lives lost and/or destroyed, if we had not come together. How do you tell the man that found the courage to go on after losing a limb, might have been from what Glen Hunter innovated in hospitals or someone who met him. His strength gave others the courage to reach out after they thought their life was lost. What happened afterwards never would have happened without your influences.

“In addition, Glen Hunter used his influence for the development of better braking systems for truck hauling tractors. (Late 1950s) Campaigned to make sure all gas stations had fire-extinguishers, which saved a few lives: because Glen Hunter survived and he cared. The list goes on as countless events took place from lives improved, lives saved and secret healings.

“These were only the beginning of noticeable events, directly related to awakening of Red Sun within you (Yellowstone) along with respect bestowed on Glen. Reality of influences: Spiritual development, more spiritual awareness, perception and comprehension, empathy growth, a massive lifetime of adventures including saving the lives of other family members and friends.

“Truth of life, many owe their thanks, lives, courage, survival, inner-awareness and awakenings our coming together and your autocatalysis influences. Thanks Sacred Yellowstone for all you started by awakening a child lost. If I had of stayed lost, how many more would have been lost, its something I get chills even to this day, thinking about, inasmuch as when all is said and done, one person can make a big or small difference, but even that has a ripple effect.

[Truth Yellowstone: As a child in the moment, it was hard to understand the greater meaning of it then, beyond two or three bits and pieces. Not sure still if I understand all of it, however, what I can say, It is terrifying to think about the pivot points we all had in some ways on others, from planting seeds to making a difference, which would not have taken place without your heart and gifts.]

This is the place that awakened and joined the child to her sacred spirit of the Indigenous peoples of this land, of she is part of and it wanted her to learn and know. You can take the child away from her peoples, but you can't take the connection out of her people out of the child. This is my road to walk and the Sacred Guardians were determined I would be awakened to the spirit others wanted to destroy

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By Michelle EagleHawk

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Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences -- No Turning Back -- Part One

Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences

No Turning Back

This is the place that joined me to my sacred spirit of the Indigenous peoples of this land, you can take the child away from her peoples, but you can't take the people out of the child. This is my road to walk and the Sacred Guardians were determined I would be awakened to the spirit others wanted to destroy.

Several decades later it’s still incredible . . . how a lifetime could be influenced by one trip to Yellowstone National Park. Through her launching of autocatalysis components/events/interaction, what happened within her proved to be the turning point in my life? This day once again, my spirit calls out . . . “Sacred Yellowstone, Yellowstone the heart of our Sacred Mother Earth, Yellowstone the life maker and life breaker, if people only knew the medicine power within you. If I ask, will you remember and answer . . . how can events seemly unrelated, connect and awaken spiritual abilities by your infusion of truths into life and spirit? Hundreds may come to you and experience or see nothing, while others you treat to autocatalysis components -- awakening life’s true direction. From which there is no turning back. Yellowstone, your miraculous skills have the gift to awaken multi dimensions of life (via unrelated far-flung events) or so it might appear. Until . . . your life and mine joined for a time or a sacred lifetime?

Truth of heart and spirit . . . no imagination can prepare any individual for your incremental introduction to a child of lives major autocatalytic induction of interaction and vital knowledge: which either alters ones life course, create a set of unique components, whereby your impartation and formation of new or revised blueprints for life, living and purpose. Cause and affects are true autocatalysis components: when induction thereof solidified and pulled together (a once out of control and all too often floundering heart and foundation), thus you set the progression of life’s path for untold adventures.

Yellowstone I say to you, no amount of imagination, could have prepared this child for your unique autocatalytic adventures: As a tidal wave changes a landscape, your autocatalysis influences changed, awakened and reset this child’s personal history. Most important your influence lead to lives saved, in addition to the generous enhancement to many other life journeys, through which the opportunity was given them to improve balance, as well.

“My name is Red Sun, who had lived a total three-full-cycles and three seasons, when you and I connected. Even though truth of reality suggests, Red Sun was (one of many) across time you have taken to your heart and introduced them to your far-reaching, wonderful autocatalysis influences. Truth of life: at the time I was too young to understand your greatness and love, but now my heart sings a song of love and thanks. However, no one was going to convince me of this during our journey from Riverdale, California, to where? Not until the second day of what was turning into endless: I want to die carsickness. Glen Hunter and Elinora decided to reveal the whys and whereabouts of this journey.”

Glen Hunter, “We’re going to Yellowstone Park . . . because of the Korean War: Men/relations called to active duty, businesses sold, belated emergency honeymoons, including a quick operation for gathering of . . . large family reunion. All designed to accommodate a rapidly growing family gathering of western relations. Most of us have been in receipt of dreams instructing us to gather in Yellowstone: since most west coast male relations, B 18 through 40 years B are called up to active duty. . . . How can I explain this to you so you will understand? After conferring with your Grandmother M, the family units decided it was important to have a reunion, before husbands, brothers and sons go off to war. Many families, including ours, are moving to other parts of the country . . . to give . . . to give . . . peace of mind for one thing, while men are separated from their families.”

Elinora, “Hunter, sold our car dealership and arranged to move us back to the land of his birth, Kentucky, where he believes his brothers will be able to watch over his farm, and us too. Hunter’s convinced he will not return home on his feet, if he is able to return home at all. I think that is a lot of hog wash: he’s not going to die in Korea. However, he will not be happy until we’re planted in the middle farm country, slopping hogs and chasing chickens. I’m a city lady not a farm drudge.”

“You will get use to it, Elinora, you knew who and what you were marrying when you married me.” Sharp chuckle, “Red Sun, the exact reason or reasons for Yellowstone refuse to be identified, except in the Creator’s time: Yellowstone’s summons through her song which has become a deep itch, haunting everyone’s spirit. Yellowstone’s spirit refuses to let go . . . all vacation spots turned into black holes, from the oceans of San Diego, as well as, all coastal ports in-between. Next, we searched inland from Big Bear to Yosemite then up through the Grand Tetons, our visions for our gathering hit up against brick walls: life would fail if not Yellowstone. Even when we tried to speak of going any place other than . . . we got sick. As you’re car sick now, we too were hit with the same violent sickness, which only departed when we set our sights on Yellowstone. We decided we would camp, where Grandmother M vision instructed, south of Ol’ Faithful and north of the Grand Tetons, inside Yellowstone, the only compromise allowed.

“Ah, bull! . . . Visions . . . which this family suddenly has plenty of . . . ? Nor has anyone’s intuitions been able to interpret Yellowstone’s song: Why these demands have to be accommodated at some camp-p-p? G-r-r-r-round rather than a lodge, with running water and indoor plumbing? That’s why we’ll drop you off to stay with your grandmother and we’re going to stay at the lodge.”

“Neither, Elinora’s opinion notwithstanding . . . nor even one-single dream released us from Yellowstone’s call. We received repetitions of Yellowstone dreams challenged us: it was her and no place else, we were not going to be released from her influences until we all agreed to answer Yellowstone’s call: dreams, visions, voices or intuition, it matters not, how one might refer to Yellowstone’s haunting, mystical, control. Once everyone contacted Grandmother M, with their impressions, she translated the Great Spirit insisted our families gather at Yellowstone and no place else, if these visions which haunt our spirits are to stop.

“That’s some joke Red Sun! . . . Your Grandmother M’s voice must always be the final decision.”

“Red Sun, when Grandmother M speaks people really listens to her words. But this you know. Don’t listen to Elinora, she’s just mad because no one gave into her way and headed to Vegas. Then ‘We the people,’ have learned not to dispute Grandmother M’s spoken decrees. Failure to do so is tantamount to suicide: regrettable backlashes rise up to slap us in the face not just for a season either, but for many a season.”

“Glad for them, but my strength continues to diminish, every hour of our travels, life force is close to nothing. Strange too is how by this third day of carsickness, body and spirit felt closer to death, every minute something more within me is being striped away, almost ever ounce of life force, is gone, I’m empty. Unable to raise head or limbs (slipping in and out of consciousness) with face buried in wet towels.”

Little Red Sun slipped away into unconsciousness, until . . . we were close within the spirit of Yellowstone. Sickness departed slowly, but not until your shadow crossed my face . . . as the sensation of spirits joined, did strength increase influences of life anew. Hard to believe after days of lying flat, life returns, by way of a gift illuminated by the sacred spirit of Earth Mother’s Yellowstone. It matters not, because this gift allowed the child, en route to grandmother, an opportunity to look out the car windows from an upright position.

Around suppertime, we pulled into the third camp area, senses tingled Grandmother M . . . “There! Over there! She’s coming out of her Airstream.” Tumble from the back into the front, across and over Elinora, head first in a sudden leap through her window, into grandmother’s open arms: “Hooray, we’re here!”, before Hunter turned the engine off. Love touch connects . . . gentle hand of sacred spirit breeze, summons sacred life energizing energies . . . two hearts, minds and spirits: flow as one . . . visions shared unspoken words from sacred mother heart of Yellowstone: Flashes, implied this was a time of vast importance -- a wounded life’s circle came to heal -- Red Sun is here to meet her past, embrace the rebirth of her present, for her future to achieve greater strengths for others to survive.

Less than a minute in time: experiences flash in milliseconds reality through several visions loaded with information, yet our view of ones life history, traveled through a spirit portal over an hour in spirit time. World turning around us, time being reset as life travels from the if-fen shadows of life history into -- so shall it be heavens light. Upon our return from the journey, grandmother voiced nothing, but telepathic eye contact said more than words could express -- one of many ways we shared communications: Yes, its an important time in our lives, Red Sun . . . a child who would not be here now, if several seasons earlier, the Creator had not guided his humble messenger, by his sacred hands of love, to return life to a child death. Then twice more, in less than ten-months her life restored, after the rescue of a young Red Sun, from a house of murder.

Arms around neck, placing kisses on her cheeks, forehead, chin, corners of mouth and nose, before our favorite position of forehead to forehead: I hear you, know this, my life is yours. If not for your connections and skills . . . arching back to struggle with hand sign language—eye . . . no B no 4 U . . . Sorry—shake hands, for acknowledgement to grandmother: sign not good yet.

Yellowstone, you, as Grandmother M, are proven true/rare spiritual women, well loved and respected. However, I can’t say how all see or feel you, but I can say all who knew her, were touched or walked across her aura, sense a true sacred spiritual presence: Considering individual spirits acknowledges this is a sacred mother, sacred messenger, saint, guardian, spiritual guide, teacher, missionary, healer and friend. Nevertheless, neither of you women have ever written a book, held public office, but you have had publicity agents promoting, you. Regardless, by the hour of my birth, one had touched generations of . . . across all cultural backgrounds and language groups . . . while the other had touched and influenced hundreds of thousands across a number of decades. What can be said of the both of you, you are sacred women who stimulate -- individual awakenings of intellectual talent through ones mind and spirit.

[Sorry, Grandmother M’s history, I’ll have to save for another time, inasmuch as, her life history and mine with her can’t be written in less than 500 pages, because of the vastness of wisdom and influences: in combination with Yellowstone and Grandmother M, along with an abundance of history, nature and eternal wisdom, directing life and knowledge back to my roots – through osmosis ingestion awakening ones lifetime to decades of knowledge which in turn connect one to generations of history. Even with the infusion took many seasons to classify, categorize, as well as, a useful maturity to understand, now maybe you can understand why it can’t be put into a few pages either. All this happened within a short space of time once our lives became interconnected.]

Several days later life force, acknowledged strength was close to being replenished, as spirit regained balance, after hours of enjoyment with the sky spirits, while absorbing Yellowstone’s life giving forces. Spirit overloaded with tears of enthusiastic happiness, spinning around in a whirlwind presentation of joyous circles: “It’s beautiful. Can you sense all the spirit forms? I love this place. The simple pleasures of communication with life, spirit filled with an abundance of song and knowingness, through observations and absorption of life, eagles and hawks soar through the canyon, each adding to my life. Truth spirit heart is full here in Yellowstone, not hungry or empty. Our Sacred Earth Mother reveals more about our interdependency via our connection which feeds spirit and gives life. Grandmother M, I wish you could understand why I can’t play with two-dimensional children, being close to them hurts my spirit, makes me cry, they tell too many lies. Don’t ask me to play anymore let my spirit flow and grow here in Yellowstone.

“Yellowstone Mother, tell me why this Red Sun, a child of . . . cycles(?), walks in life void of communication abilities and/or desires, among persons incapable of reason, who seemed to do nothing more than mimic the parents of their, parents’ personalities. Persons lacking conversation abilities beyond basic, me, myself and I. Persons who lack within necessary capacities to absorb multi-dimensions of Earth Mother’s beauty, all around us. Tongues, hearts and spirits mixed with half-truths and flat lies. Yellowstone easy on my spirit, easy to communicate with, life awakens to the spirit of animals and two-legged persons filled with spirit, too. Life is an important adventure, so much to learn and even more to absorb. Where in time . . . did these life transformation experiences and spiritual connections, begin?”

Whirlwind dance comes to a fast halt . . . to ask questions face to face: “Grandmother M, tell me? What is this deep emotion stirring from within a call for a spirit too long asleep to understand this child’s roots? Why does it feel this Yellowstone, is an area as sacred as walking into heaven’s highest and most sacred of holy churches?”

Grandmother stood disguising silence of spirit and voice with her impressive smile . . . desirous to hear what new words she saw growing. One more of Red Sun’s verbalizations (excuses) for her behavior. She didn’t have to wait long. ”Life here speaks to me as no other place I’ve been. Sacred Earth Mother is . . . does communicate her love by her ability to embrace this child in her spiritual love. Grandmother M, speak to me truths . . . why not until now, have I not been able to recognize what is meant, when one says their spirit’s hungry. Yet, now that I have been absorbed into and feed by nature’s spirit, her life forces, spiritual energy, her sacred love and medicine knowledge, in addition to all we have been through. Heart says and spirits reveals it wasn’t until now this time here, I’ve been able to recognize the real truth of what you said about my empathetic abilities and how it feeds a spirit.”

Perception of Grandmother M as a fountain of knowledge and honesty, this Red Sun received great pleasure, having the first-half of our together vacation, free from Elinora . . . free to ask question, after question, after question . . . in quest of wisdom with reference to differences between openness of life, mind and spirit, confronted by life to learn from Grandmother M and Yellowstone. At least every other day or was it just hours apart? . . . A small push by a guardian, arrived to incite one strange question, voiced out in different ways. As guardian speaks to Red Sun’s spirit, Red Sun repeated words which sent Grandmother M into a nervous silence. Yet, her nervous silence relayed volumes with each confrontation of questions: either asked wrongly in time, place or in front of persons, who need not know the reason for the questions. Her guardians would prevent her reply by temporary paralyzes of throat, keeping silent words forbidden or not ready to be spoken. Yet, volumes sought release to be spoken, as revealed in her eyes framed with tears. Words allowed were vocalized through whispers, “I will have to pray on your question and give you an answer later.”

In retrospect, it was the right place to receive answers, as these questions were part of the stage backdrop for answers: to be revealed in the hour and way commanded by decree. Question: Why do I feel so different, not special, but just different from children of lighter skin? It is hard for me to communicate with the rest of our relation or people of light skin, too. Sorry, but most of the time it’s hard for me to relate to your daughter and Glen. Why is it, I don’t feel they are my parents? Grandmother M, explain? Your skin is light, but your spirit is different and easy to communicate with. Explain?” Silent smile, eyes rimmed with water and the same words whispered: AI . . . pray . . . on questions . . . answer later.”

Strange how many lifetime events change truths within the short span of a day, what we assumed (to be) in reality wasn’t. Ideas, of words spoken, defined a day designed to . . . (invoke autocatalysis chemistry/influences.) “Red Sun, the significance of this day is that we are at the halfway point, it’s time to get you up before the sun, so we can experience the beauty of early morning. Its important to us, inasmuch as most of the campers within our campsite are still asleep, once everyone wakes up, the real beauty is drowned out. Listen to what Earth Our Sacred Mother and the Creator say to you.” Her words summonsed the messengers: Spiritual lightning struck, thunder of eagle wings sounded close overhead, symbols of sign—awakened times at hand: Instructs the panoramic view of many spiritual doors to be fling wide-open between material and spiritual universes. Excitement of changes delivered adventures arrived as sacred lightning, the first day of the halfway point, who would have thought . . . other than Grandmother M, that is?

The wall of invisibility . . . vanished between universes. Silence of . . . what silence? Sacred eagle calls forth, “Awaken . . . spirit thunder” . . . As the beat of awakening upon ones spirit drum of life, POW! Magnification of communications: a flood of soundless, knowing awareness, by absorption of wisdom’s knowledge. Beyond reasons, earthly comprehension asks how a single tone of . . . (by the sacred eagle song and sacred wings) command and control a new awakening: Enhancement (by a hundredfold) sensory perception reception -- transmitted via spirit and live form -- close within and/or across the canyon: voices, sounds, subconscious communication, songs of spirit wind are songs of life: summonsing life to lessons, through enrichment of ones abilities to learn by way of -- absorption, thought power, experiences and wisdom. Introductions to uplifting environment provide powerful spiritual, healing to mind, body and spirit. Next introductions to hostile torturous actions, producing somewhat different reactions to negative communications and/or behavior: destructive painful violence, robbing life force -- big understatement. Mind spinning with all the influx of empathetic influences healing, ripping and tearing mind, body and spirit, falling to the ground as a person close to death. Crying out to the universe: “Overload, is this what our Earth Mother and the Creator go through?”. . . Brain blacked out to escape the pain.

Eagle called, spirit awakened, stunned by how each sweet, care filled note possessed the ability to heal, uplift and restore life to ones spirit, as well as, how increases in harmony is capable to infuse one with the sensation of journeys on the winds of life’s wisdom. Eagle calls forth Red Sun’s spirit to accept and soar with them, among and beyond the clouds: each tone not just a note but the unitization of energy with spirit revealed within it the power to awaken long locked away universal wisdom. Eagles’ songs combined with the hawks, turned physical needs into a memorization of spirit nourishment among life’s bounty, ending desires for physical food: Each note more persuasive than the last, passionate . . . inspiration . . .

Spirit/child (not physical-child) rides the wings of a spirit-trance, as songs guide Red Sun from the breakfast table to an alcove at campsite edge, a few yards from a steep drop-off, into a river maybe a mile or more below in the canyon. Alcove unknown . . . knowledge of how-to-access C a mystery, yet this child laid braced against a dirt wall. Observation of life through spirit eyes, yes. Eagles and hawks holding Red Sun’s spirit high above earth clouds: Spirit free, soars, circles, dances with live, far away from body hidden at canyon’s edge, to keep it safe. Gentle breezes touch and snuggle spirit among the soft whisper of winds, in motion across the trees . . . maintains physical, in touch with spirit.

Okay? . . . What? . . . Who? . . . Summons? . . . Who is it that demands, Red Sun’s spirit to return from spirit journeys with eagles and hawks. Why’s a wet nose bumping my shoulder? Bump, bump, shove. Demanding nose: where am I? Peeking around through eyes of physical and spiritual, adjusting senses to new unknown environment and accesses. How did I get here? How did the nose get here? Can . . . can’t see . . . feel . . . small flat wet nose . . . mind search . . . what might be . . . not bear? “Wet nose size of a pony or calf?”

Wet nose: Good! Red Sun, it took long enough to summons spirit back to body.

Sniff, sniff . . . sense the wind: No animal smells. Sounds like a pony, feet of hoofs not claws, snorts of pony or calf. “May I look and see?” I have to know who belongs to the wet nose.

Wet nose: Know this I’ve come in love. For as you see me, I am . . . a white buffalo calf . . . Spirit of the White Buffalo Calf Woman, I’ve been sent by the Great Spirit to teach you, to awaken you to your true spirit of birth.

Contagious—her words spoke volumes of sacred love with equal balances of light and life.

Wet nose: I am the white buffalo calf woman. Come touch me we have a long journey to take, this day.

Head turns to look back, across right shoulder: “Wow-w-w-w, your beautiful, cloud white, gentle spirit-song heart, you are what?” Raised arms up to hug neck, “I love . . .”

Hand on wet nose, blink of an eye: merge of spirit minds, propels us through worlds, of time and space; past, present and/or future; seasons of journey in Creator’s time: Questions answered not yet asked, perplexed by questions both ask and unspoken; questions asked seasons past of Guardians, Grandmother M, Creator and/or life receive answers.

[Cannot say how many levels of communications evolved throughout our journey as voices did not pass through lips, yet we shared what seemed to be a universe of communications in a short span of time: Impressions to sensations of seasons, places and activities, universe filled with thoughts, ideas, pictures, life action, colors, words, music and environments. Our time together proved more alive than one can obtain at the movies, more powerful than most visions or visitations with ones relations at family reunions. Nevertheless, her skills of traveling, returned us back in time, to within a few minutes of when we left.]

Some may call it out-of-body-experience, some dream state, others trance like-state: but that’s them not me. Spirit recognizes physical form of communication, but wasn’t ready to rejoin, as spirit voice, challenged wet nose for clarification of communication, inasmuch as volumes of information could be lost in through some other from of translations.

Truth, for the time we shared in contact, our spirits proved to be capable of intense, none verbalized, high level communication translation via perceptions of intense of spirit voices: pictures, energies, sensations and absorption influencing all of ones senses and precognitive abilities, which takes a while to readjust and align to everyday conditions, upon ones return a journey of such intense beauty and mass. A journey which linked countless days, activities, adventures and universes from here and beyond within the midst of (or throughout) where in time and space?

Red Sun’s heart expresses through spirit voice:

White Buffalo opens door to . . . that which called from faraway . . . in here.

Touch right hand to heart and left to wet nose’s forehead for transmission of voice through hands to broadcast inner-vision:

Life lost in winter, long, has awakened to spring. We are of the same spirit-heart, and culture-heritage. Spirit true is red . . . not white. Life speaks on universe of different levels. Spirit of birth comes not from those I call parents, here this day, but from mother crossed . . . elder relations and ancestors . . . answers why spirit has felt empty. Wonder if wet-nose understands what I’m trying to say?

Wet nose:

Most of our sacred spirit journey must be kept silent, as you need information, it will return as flashes of deja vu. But know certain information cannot be shared except when instructed by the Great Spirit or through instructions, you will know, you will be guided to speak.

Red Sun spirit speaks again through hands:

You opened eyes, you opened mind to ancestors past and relations present . . . revealed truths hidden, you came to tell a sacred child-of-red, she was well loved by the Creator, he sent many to welcome his sacred child. Sorrow filled heart of child . . . when . . . embracing us/them . . . Chiefs and Medicine Men . . . past/present awakened memories locked . . . birth mother appeared walking with elders. Love embracing us, by many who wore the bonnets of . . . all whom Red Sun recognized as family . . . dressed in buckskins pure (left no question) mother of blood crossed. Many emotions flooded spirit . . . bonds of love healed heart and strengthened this spirit, too.

Wet nose:

Red Sun, hear me? You have been sent here to help save the people. The Creator/Great Spirit has decreed for us a long, strong journey together, as you have seen, but for this to take place answer your heart: Do you accept the fact you will have many lessons to learn, do you accept all your duties and responsibilities C not power or position? Answer true for from your answer, there is no turning back?”

Recalling our journey, answer pop forth before the second heartbeat:

Yes, there is no question in my heart; I accept ALL the Great Spirit asks. I accept all duties and responsibilities.

Wet nose:

Red Sun, from this day forward we are as one, I will be as much a part of you, as you will be apart of me, we will grow strong in life, together.

Red Sun:

Grandmother M calls, through telepathic communication, I want her to meet you.

Wet Nose:

Answer your Grandmother in spoken words.

Shouted word sounds, “Grandmother over here.” Maybe, but not sure if words sounded lucid? “Wet nose, white buffalo woman, please meet her, you will make her spirit happy, too”

Sounds of dirt under feet . . . pebbles tumbling downwards on head and shoulders, in route to the earth, taps and bounces calls attention up and backwards, into Grandmother’s face. Strange face eyes in mouth and mouth in eyes as tongue flapped, upside down. “Found you my little one, are ready for lunch?”

Hand slips from wet nose, as I turned to face Grandmother M, with excitement high. “Grandmother, I want you to meet my friend, white buffalo . . .” She’s gone. Jaw dislodges as knees hit the ground, hands in rapid motion to stop tears, “Ah! . . . What? . . . She goes . . . here . . . no where? . . . Grandmother, did you see a white buffalo leave?”

ANo child, I have only seen you here. But what I see here, tells me of what you speak is truth. These hoof prints other than yours are buffalo calf hoof prints.”

“But . . .

“Don’t cry child, we see what our Creator wants us to see. The white buffalo calf came to you, not me, even though I didn’t see her. It does not mean her visit is of any less importance, for you or me. Its time, for lunch: now take a couple of deep breaths, surround yourself with the light then when you are ready give me your hand.

Sitting on the edge, she extends her hand, to assist me out as there was no other way out. Our hands connect and she lifts, “Up we go. ... Know this child, the knowledge of the white buffalo calf visit, tells me much. Listen to pebbles falling off of Red Sun to the ground. Here let’s dust you off.” Cough, cough, “Dust be gone, big dust cloud, what have you been doing to get so dusty, Red Sun?”

“Dust be gone.” Pat, pat, each pat increased dust cloud and childish smile: “Grams how did I get here? Did the eagles carry me? I can only remember gliding with . . .

“Tell me about your adventures, as we walk to lunch.”

“I traveled with the eagles and visited with twelve Great Chiefs, called to stand before the Great Spirit. They revealed I was a child-of-red, ancestors and relations, red. Your daughter is not the mother of my blood or Glen the father of my blood, this I learned when I journeyed with the white buffalo calf woman, across past, present and future. Visited truths of birth beyond, mother crossed, sacred child of the Great Spirit, sent to save the people . . . our reason together. All said this child was to listen to you, because you are a very sacred woman, the Great Spirit/Creator chose you for me, an important teacher, one of several teachers. Many lessons, much to learn, much to be taught, many people to help, without us thousands of lives will be lost, needlessly. All said many lessons to learn in life, to understand how-to-help others. You and the buffalo are very important teachers, for this Red Sun.”

Patting the bench several times, “Sit here child, down, everyone has waited on you. Now eat your lunch.” She whispers in my ear so the family and friends around us ears can not hear, “Don’t say a word, for others here to hear, only know we will talk. Believe me we’ll talk a lot, since this you learned I have known, but not until now, did I understand the extent of the Creator’s plan.”

“Great Spirit!”

“One in the same, he is known and called by many names.”

About halfway through lunch, looking around the area, after all but an elder at the other end of big picnic table had disappeared: “Grandmother! Mother bear said she would be by my side. She said we would be as one. Where is she, I don’t see her.”

“You’re trying to tell me, you have gone brain numb, you know the difference between physical and spiritual beings, Red Sun.”

“Yes, but I thought of her as Rusty, the spirit Indian/visual dog, you gave me. Although, I was wondering how you were going to get her home?

“In my trailer, is that what you were thinking? Truth? . . . “

“Yes, trailer! TRUTH. . . “

“Red Sun! I realize part of this is my fault, because you have much to learn about many things here in Yellowstone, including her different personalities. Truth about buffalo: there are differences between spiritual and physical buffalo although they may seem similar in physical and visual aspects, but they differ in scent, behavior and personalities, for starters.

“Know this truth, if people around here saw a white buffalo calf, they would try to capture and enslave it. Greedy people only see profits of much money, not the purpose of a sacred animal: they would also use and abuse you if they saw her with you.”

“But . . . Grandmother? Spirit beings that visit us are not ones we can touch and feel as we do each other. Yet?”

“Interpretation, my child, this (white spirit) buffalo calf, you A-S-S-U-M-E-D . . . assumed she would be by your side as Rusty?”

“What you said.”

“Know this child: she is a sacred spirit buffalo who can appear in many ways. Only time combined with experiences will you understand, when she is with you, making sure you learn her teachings: Remember not all lessons are or will be easy to learn. Neither, can I promise you will know, you learned nor understand what you learned, until many seasons later?”

Child listen as you eat, let me tell you more information about the sacred white buffalo calf woman, her meaning, importance, teaching and gifts to the Native American Indian peoples. After she told me the traditional history of wet nose: “Wow, Grandmother M, never knew how smart, before the eagles call and the buffalo.”

“Not sure why child, but my visions suggest these next couple of weeks for ‘Red Sun, the sacred child’ will come many sacred events, which involves the two of us. As you have this day, you will experience many things that will awaken you to life lessons, upon which to build a strong foundation.” Touches her nose and ear—meant this is of great importance—sense and listen close. “Do nothing to displease the Creator or Sacred Mothers during this time, as a sacred doorway is open wide, not a just a small window of communications, but an opening as big as this camping area. You/we will be walking within both for a time. Observe all that takes place at this campsite within both. It holds answers for your future, too.”

“Like what?”

AKeep in mind, sacred lessons of life come in strange and unexpected ways. A time when one thinks tongues are speaking, minds are meeting. We are in a space of time when all barriers between universal communications are nonexistence. A time when all are given the ability to observe, sense, touch, as well as, understand via communication of mind and spirit. A time when guardian angels, of heaven, are close, in observation and preservation of records, as well as, designation of lessons intended for personal consciousness and wisdom.”

“Yes, Grandmother . . . what you say from here where we stand, through the eyes of this child to be one of the Creator/Great Spirits experience work/learn (macho m>s) vacations.”

“Red Sun maybe the visions of the past few weeks, invoked the impressions of open windows and pictures on many seasons: more on the order of sacred seasons.”

“Why do you say C seasons? Season implies several moons and seasons mean changing of moons, crops and dress.”

“Yes, and four seasons make a cycle. Never mind we’ll talk about events and meanings after your nap. Now for another surprise, you’re going to take your nap in that tent at the far end, by the showers today.”

“Whose tent is it?”

“Your parents, tent?”

“They don’t have a tent?”

“As of mid-morning they do. They will be here this evening or that is what I was told when their luggage was delivered. Your dad also sent word it would be nice, if you reacted to Elinora, as if you missed her.”

“You know that’s false, there is no love between us and you want me to lie.”

“You heard the words. Make your dad happy by your expressions of love her mom. Make her feel you do love her, maybe you two will learn to get along with each other?”

After a couple of (just-because) childish josh-filled protests, commonsense realized it was time to head off for the tent, it was fruitless to go against Grandmother M. This child/spirit respect of a sacred elder and sacred lady had to bow to her fair and logical judgment.

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

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Spirit Walk to Mammie Crossing

Consequences  to Changes

July 1972: Mammie Penn's age between 102 to 112 years old plus or minus five years from birth to crossing, she proved to be a person with nine lives plus one or two more extensions. In truth, her life became a sacred testimony to the wisdom that granted her nine lives. Fact, Mammie was not sure of her age, since the family in the area that found and raised Mammie, was not sure either. Mammie a child left for dead, the day before, during one of several forced marches, of indigenous peoples from their homelands through Kentucky, Cumberland Gap area, to or during a trip to Liberty heard a child crying, and discovered a female child in a bundle that signified a death bundle. Over the course of generations, Mammie became the stable backbone and cornerstone of the Gravel Switch community and outlaying areas. Not just her age, wisdom, or knowledge, but her traditions inspired the strength and stability of the community.

Mammie gave life to twelve children, but typhoid fever claimed two of the twelve. Then Mammie’s husband, Marty, (Martin Penn) had lost his life to a farming accident when his two youngest children were under two and four years of age. A rattlesnake spooks the horses, they raised up, which sent him down in front of the shape plow blades, just when the horses bolted forward, wild eyed and out of control, on a full out run to the barn.

Not sure if the lose of Marty or being an orphan herself opened Mammie’s heart, or if that was just Mammie spirit, because she took in and raised countless number of children over the years, who were without a home, family or food. Mammie’s heart proved bigger than the mountain that stood across the road, in front of the house, behind the general store and a far piece up the creek.

I remember asking her how many children she raised, besides her own. The only thing she could tell me, she lost count after twenty, but the number mattered not, what mattered, they had a place to call home, food in their belly, floor to sleep on, out of the weather and the opportunity to learn how to read, write, spell and accomplish math.

She was right about the floor, all the children slept wherever they fell to sleep, since there were never enough beds for everyone to sleep on. She could never turn anyone away, and besides, every one had a job around the farm, and she could use the extra hands, since there was always plenty of work that needed attention daily.

After Marty's crossing, Mammie inherited the ranch, farm, and general store they could always use the help, whereby it was a trade-off and the children, were safe and learning to read, write and math. They raised cattle, chickens, goats, and pigs, besides tobacco crops and seven feed crops. Along with several personal gardens and three canning gardens, which required a lot of time and work but everyone ate well with plenty clothes to share and wear and share.

She always said the farm was a demanding mother, which refused to allow any time to show proved ones children much love or affection; still the children felt cared for and knew the love in her heart, with a no nonsense personality. The Mammie I knew had a spirit full of non-judgmental love, which cared for and gave so much to life in many ways. No one wanted to cross her either, because she would put those that did in their place faster than lightening could strike the ground.

Example of how hard and fast she would act, even in her late nineties, One of many events I can still remember but I found some humor in. One the time four of the five brothers, get so fighting mad you would have thought the Hatfield's and McCoy's had come to town at the same time, then they were blood kin to the Hatfield's, anyways. Fighting mad in the hills meant rifles, not fists. The brothers, four, all took-up their rifles and ready to being a shot out, until Mammie got wind of the goings on, she grabbed her rifle took aim, she was a crack shot and everyone knew it, she place one shot to the right-side of the head of brothers four. Still a crack since they were behind cars, building and trees. They looked up and she told them the next one would be in them, not by them. She wanted then to put their rifles down and get the house Rat-Now. They did then Evelyn (one of their sisters) and I picked up the rifles and locked them in the General Store, until Mammie said they could have them.

Mammie made so many contributions to her community in numerous ways, which created an impact for stability on the life of the community. It is hard to point to one thing, since there were so many different contributions beside spiritual and moral, which are so often unseen but felt contributions one experiences directly or indirectly; either personally or through her son or others with any ties to Gravel Switch, Kentucky, including mine. Mammie was the buffer preventing the rest of the family from excommunicating me, since I was not of the mountain Penn bloodline.

Although, this farming community had their difficulties between each other, occasionally, they still were much more akin to one big family, rather than individualism. This was a farming community whose roots journeyed back in time, further than the roots of Mammie’s original family, in the area before the 1500's. In time of trouble or need, the community put aside all conflicts, reckon it were their strong family ties, since in one way or other they these was a one with many family ties and relation. The need of family support and ties rallies compassion and reawakens the goodness in the people to support the family in need. This I witnessed a number of times, between several barn burnings the risings out of the ashes, gossip, and hard feelings put aside. I also witnessed several communities rallied together when someone’s house brunt down. Barns normally took a day to put up while the houses took a couple of days to a couple of weekends depending on how many showed up. For us children these occasions were more akin to a 4^th of July holiday and family reunions.

Personal side note: [We have lost so much of the neighborly/family compassion these days, which is what helped make us a strong nation.]

Mammies crossing people behaved similar to when a family barn and home burnt down. Everyone showed up to see what they could do, be supportive, and cry with each other. Besides, they wanted to share what they observed in the night sky, one pure bright white light, and one crystal blue light. Both remained over the house longer than fifteen minutes, before resending back into the heavens from where they came and disappear. They wanted to know why the light and what happened and understand the answer(s) to their question(s). One answer they never received, or thought possible, Red Sun was inside one of those lights, on a spirit walk to the old homestead, but . . . They didn't need to know or they were hurting enough and it would have made matters worse.

Spirit Walk to the Old Homestead to make a deathbed visit mine began in from my home in Reseda, California when recognized guardians summons my spirit for a spirit journey around 19:30 hours, July 1972. Can't explain why I sensed it was going to be a long journey, so dashed to my bedroom to relax on my bed, before I hit the floor. No one would give me a clear picture of the summons or why beyond urgent. Before I hot the bed, I saw two sacred high-level guardian messengers sent to take me some undisclosed place, until we arrived at our point of destination.

Each clothed in pure white garments and headdress of pure white eagle feathers, long trailer bonnets about 1 ½ times longer, than the messengers' height. As unusual, the only thing they told me we had to go there quickly, once I agreed we were gone. The first stage of the journey, body across the bed, and mind aware of everything, but not able to move, then eternal-spirit split with form and we landed at the bedside of Glen Hunter’s mother, Mammie.

(General information, about the guardian messengers, I have never seen any wearing wings, because wings serve no purpose. Fact, I already had a beautiful history with them, which I will tell you about when the seasons of adventures are right.)

When we arrived, they instructed me to stand between and behind them, hidden in the white light for a time. This allowed me to watch and listen to the conversations underway, which actually provided for experiences of interaction and secret spiritual lessons, during the conversations, between Mammie, Guardian Angel of Life Eternal, and his two assistants. Once more, she wanted to stay and visit with Red Sun and her children, plus she needed to tell me something about my family, she promised to say nothing about until her dying day, which was what gave her, the last life extension and she was hoping to do this time, too. Standing there, Mammie was seriously trying to come up with a valid reason for them to give her another extension.

Truth of this visit, from what I could gather from their conversations, she had, managed to get too extra extension in the last twenty years or longer at least. The Messengers knew her time for extensions had come to a halt, their determination to overcome one and supply the answer to her second excuse. Overcome—visitation with Red Sun and children. Supply her with the ability to tell Red Sun the truth on her deathbed, which enables her to reveal the secret she promised to keep until her hour of crossing.

Before Mammie even saw me, and knowing what I already knew about deathbed secrets, I discovered the reasons they summons me. It was time to afford Mammie the opportunity to tell me what she knew was important to speak, before they could take her on her transitional journey. Due to a secret promise, Mammie had made to Glen Hunter and Grandmother M to keep until her dying day. She promised not to expose my family ties, until that day. She was determined she was not going to go until she could, reveal to me the truth, but she could not tell me until her dying day and the hook to stay.

Truth, due to conditions she had not seen Red Sun’s children in Reseda, California and she wanted to stay, they summonsed me to her bedside, so she could tell me, what it was she had promised to keep as a secret until her dying day. The question was, when and at what point in time would she consider her dying day?

She wanted to see all of her grandchildren and nothing was going to get her to change her mind. At least that’s what she thought, until they rebutted, “You have lead a good life and it’s time for you to join us now, because there’s much work for you to do, here too. You are needed to join the Grandmothers and the Sacred Father: you have much to offer." What they said, she didn't dignify with answer, they only received a blank look from her. Finally, in desperation they told her, "You will have all the freedom you need to go and see your children and grandchildren any time you want, if you come with us now." They struck a cord with her, but certain thing left unanswered. Mammie asked, "What about the promise I made, do you know, which one I am talking about?"

They stepped aside for Mammie to see Red Sun with them observing the entire interaction and conversation. "No more excuses, Mammie, you can tell her now that, which you promised not to tell her until your dying day." Remember, it was not until after she had agreed to crossover and join them, before it honestly became her dying day. Before that, it was only negotiations, to get her to accept the offer of joining them.

Mammie started crying when she saw me. She had to tell me how sorry she was for not telling me sooner, but she had promised, her son - Glen Hunter, to keep the secret until her dying day. She meant in her heart upon her deathbed. She knew the secret to her longevity, plus the secret of Spirit Walks, as well. Now the time had come and I was there for her to tell me the truth, since her son was not able to tell me, his time had come sooner than hers, already by several weeks. The year of 1972 and 1973 many of her family were to crossover, join each other and my adventure to get StillsWater health stable.

Mammie spoke through her tears, "My dear child I am sorry, but I promised my son and your grandmother, I would not tell you what it is I have to say, until this very moment in time had come, for me. You are not of my blood or that of my son or the one you call Mom. You were a child rescued taken out of the North Country, around Montana, to save your life you were a black-marketed baby. Your, Grandmother M, was involved in this matter, to save your life, so she was afraid to tell you. Your Grandmother M told me only once your natural mother’s name, but now I am afraid her name, I remember not. I tell you this so you will know what your spirit is and where you came from, you are not of the one that calls herself you mother's blood or your Grandmother M, but that of Native American Indian, this I do know.

This you need to know, since Elinora will never tell you the truth, and my son is no more to speak, truths or realities. Your, Grandmother M said your life was endanger, so she took you after her daughter lost her first born, not knowing Elinora killed her first born, and only agreed to take care of you, for money. Money involved with your abduction, but M prevented their attempts to kill you. The entire condition surrounding the entire series of events I was never clear on and cannot remember what M meant. However, I do know in time, M regretted what she did, by enabling a lie to Penn. It was hard for her to realize Elinora had killed of her first-born child, for her Goddess status in the Satanic Cult, these reasons you already know. Then there were many reasons M regretted enabling Elinora to continue her abuses of you after her crossing, because she was afraid of having her daughter locked up, since Elinora would also disclose everything she knew about you and your secret that could get you killed.

Your Grandmother M, told me about your great abilities and purpose of birth, which in time your will understand, more about yourself, than you do now. M, tried to help teach you sacred skills before her time to cross arrived. One other thing, which is important for you to know, I love you and will try to help you from the other side, as much as I can."

Once she had finished telling me what she wanted me to know, we received our notices, it was time for all of us to go. Nevertheless, the guardian messengers I arrived with, allowed me to stay to watch Mammie’s spirit enter the white light with the Sacred Angels of Transition and disappear. Then it was time for us to leave, also, which became the sacred blue light for healing of spirit on the way home.

Remember, the sequence of Mammie leaving with Guardian Angle of Life Eternal, and the two assistants. The next morning I received a phone call from one of Penn's sisters Evelyn, telling me that Mammie crossed over around 2300 hours (Eastern Daytime Saving Time) not Central Time; which would have been around 2000 hours (Pacific Daylight Savings Time) in California. This coincided in real time, to the exact same time of my Spirit Walk to Mammie’s bedside, at the old homestead in Gravel Switch, Kentucky.

Evelyn, although she did not personally see the light show, but she went on to tell me about the light show, many had told her about; which descended from the heavens just prior to summonsing Mammie crossing. Everyone watched the lights almost frozen until the lights departed, before anyone called the house and spoke with Haskell. Only then did he realize Mammie had crossed, but he did remember the angels and he thought I was there, too. No one could explain why he or she believed angels arrived to take Mammie home.

Secondly, that night, almost no one in the surrounding area could explain their reason for sitting or standing outside, at that time of night instead of being in bed. Thirdly, it was harder to explain why so many were looking in the direction of the old homestead; when the light show suddenly appeared in the sky and seen from many miles around. This was a very large farming community, with sparse population. So most of the people, even in surrounding communities had seen the lights, or at least they were claiming. Another thing about this rural community, it was a ten party telephone line system. Sometimes this type of communication was even better than using CB’s or smoke signals, because one phone call and you have informed ten families. When I lived there I never understood how everyone learned so much so fast, until I started ease dropping on some of these conversations, myself. You know how women are, but I also caught plenty of the men folks ease dropping, too. Nonetheless, I learned many different values of telecommunications, by ease dropping on these conversations. Truth, once the telephone started ringing, it didn’t take long for everyone to learn about Mammie’s crossings. Notwithstanding, everyone needed to talk about the most outstanding and amazing light show in the sky that many had ever seen.

Everyone agreed, as well, there was two separate lights to appear in the night sky; the first, to appear was a pure white light, followed by a second light of crystal blue. They all agreed that both lights had descended down towards Mammie’s homestead, for at least fifteen minutes. Then the white light ascended back towards heavens with what appeared some really big angels within it, too. When they saw the angels, everyone felt in their heart Mammie’s time had come. Then shortly after the white light ascended completely into the heavens, the crystal blue light rescinded back towards the heavens disappearing, as fast as it came. Listening to everyone talk about the lights, I felt my Spirit Walk to visit with Mammie before her crossing, was not something, I wanted to tell them about, and take away their thunder.

Evelyn's phone call, told me about everyone talking about the white and blue lights, with angels in the white light, talking Mammie home and my Spirit Walk, getting confirmation from Mammie in the presence of Guardian Angels of the Sacred Eternal Light and the five other high-level angels cancelled all my doubts. Our visitation created, many more questions than it answered: how, whom, what, why, where, and when.

After hanging up the telephone, I asked the many questions of my guardians, and what a surprise they had in store for me. Appearing from secret places, where many had been watching after me and mine, and ready to make their appearance know. First, in the parade of relations I witnessed many warriors, along with numerous Medicine Elders and Chiefs. Second, two high-level sacred Medicine Elders dressed in pure white traditional clothing, and wearing the same white-eagle feather medicine bonnets.

In fact, they were the same two that came to take me on the Spirit-Walk to Mammie and the same events took place as before. Same physical collapse on the bed, the same awareness and not capable of movement, until eternal spirit splits with conscious physical form and we travel faster than light speed. They had received orders to transport me to a private meeting with He who is the Highest of the Highest, who is the Sacred Light of Life Eternal. When we entered the chamber they ordered me to stand inside the sacred flame, and the Sacred Father would speak with me soon. The place, they transported me to, only those, whom he has chosen, can safely enter, visit, and speak with the Sacred Father in his private chamber if they pass the purification and cleansing tests.

This is when I learned what I needed to learn and accomplish to help my people and at the time is was a long list and I wasn't sure what it all meant or if maybe this might me my imagination, so after the High-level Medicine Chief Angels returned eternal to physical form. That night I received some loud overwhelming instructions and information about many lessons ahead for me to learn to help the peoples. Then have you ever, received a book that is not a book in the literal sense of standard material books, but a spiritual one book filled with massive amounts of information, which appears semi-material to review and then eat the spiritual book of knowledge. No, not even this day can I explain the reasoning behind eating the book; unless that is the only way, I could digest the information, or the information was only for me to know.

Here is a piece of the real shocker, appears the following morning when I stood in direct sunlight, around 0800 hours with the sun shining directing into our house with its wall of windows to allow the sun in and no drapes to block the sunlight. My daughters stood observing the truth to the visit reveal its beauty in the bright sunlight.

(c) Red Sun/ SunHawk Life Adventures

  Spiritual Marriage by the Sacred Ones  

Marriage by the Sacred Light   Part 3

We could only meet on rare occasions, but the owner of the roller-rink planned a three-day special of tripe-skating sessions, for his grand opening at the skate-rink, which also kicked of the end of school vacation. The guardians knew of the decision or did they have a hand in allotting us some a full forty-hours together? Have to return to base by 2000 hours, this event makes me nervous, because the next call might mean a covert assignment or deployment to Vietnam. Then no one knows, until handler calls; sends a message; a messenger appears or papers delivered directing actions.

Sitting straight up, looking across the table, when rational reality slaps one with a strong wake-up headache and flashes all over the brain and behind eyes. "Now I understand, we were meant to meet to activate our spiritual/protective awareness protection to increase sacred powers to life and . . . two halves needed to become whole. I thought it meant a connection between brother and sister bonding."

Now hear me out then you can tell me what might have given you hints before we connected by hand to making sure you knew the Sacred Father' of Light Eternal will. The prophecy came in cryptic style messages. First message I can recall happened on my seventh birthday, at a social gathering some call Pow-Wow with Grandmother M, a medicine man, and her longtime friend: he spoke of a trip along the coastline of California. South to the bottom of the state then do a turnabout to the place that is the home of the missions known as the Queen of the Mission. You will stop at a cove and learn your truths. However, you will forget all foretold until after we returned from the ceremony and journey beyond the cove.

Each time I would give my argument of becoming a nun and he said, "We shall see" . . . . Followed by vague, quick, few colors and blinded by bright powerful light. What I did see, my form and betrothed standing before He who is the Highest of the Most High with the Sacred Mother . . . on a floating island. Darn I just remembered the flashes of that repeating vision and the words that joined it. "You will know him, when you see him; your Sacred Grandfathers betrothed you two to each other before birth. There is only one marriage for you. No other marriage accepted or allowed, besides when your Sacred Father calls you two to your sacred union."

The elders spoke of he the Sacred Ones betrothed my hand to and the day we would become one and the same, after a ride along the coastline all the way down to San Diego an up to San Barbara then to the sacred meeting place: where two would learn about their life journeys together. That is all they would say, except I would know the one who the Sacred One wanted me to be with when I saw him. The traditional buckskins with apron and all decorated with quill and beadwork. This included long braids of a warrior wrapped in red and I knew the only person I could marry was a traditional red warrior.

We took off in the car you borrowed on a trip along the coastline, first south to San Diego beaches not the right area. Turnabout destination north to Santa Barbara, we stopped at several beaches along the way, seeking the right beach summonsing our spirits. Truth, before we meet, a medicine man, stopped me and gave me a cryptic message, about a trip to San Diego and turnabout to San Barbara then stopping at the cove for the answer. Then a well respected tea leave reader and the same cryptic message, about a year before receiving the same cryptic from three medicine elders. An open mind enjoying a social gathering when three elders I never knew or had ever spoken to gave me the same cryptic message. All of them said the exact words: when you see him, you will know him. POW and Wow, I never put the data together until, after we left Paradise Cove and finished washing away the salty sand. Their words were true, I forgot until we returned from the ceremony and reviewing the events.

SunHawk takes several minutes to think before he speaks: Yes, assumption can be far from the truth and crippling, if we remember and/or try to force a prophecy to come true. Our original plan, enjoy the trip, make it our special journey of connection. Answer a sacred summons said to give us a spiritual gift, around sunset. We said each time we witnessed a sunset we would remember our special times together and the strange way we met. Don't think we had any plans even touching on anything close to a permanent commitment, only enjoy the here and now, and explore the power developed from our touch. Our reality, we could never be sure when the next opportunity for togetherness might be. The only thing I remember from the Grandfather that raised me was your marriage, when it happens you will know it is a sacred union. You will understand what I mean when it happens. However, I kept receiving the same flashes.

Red Sun we have been so tied up, in the moments of activities, its time to research our telepathic communications skills and determine if we transposed the impressions of the moment. We need to determine if transmissions of visual memories moving us through the months prior to our sacred connection and desires influenced and created visions of our current union. We need to test this theory via projections of pictorial thoughts, emotions, and environments of events replaying a combination of spoken memories/experiences from the heart. Exposing real insight and sacred directions, which you experienced within/and between the bridge/walkway by to waves. Explore the various communications techniques we share when apart:

Our great spiritual love gave us great respect for each other. The respectful distances we sat from each other, our hours of intense conversation, and how we always lived and communicated . . . unaware of the world around us . . . when together. We missed the sun touching the horizon and the song of it falling below. Yet we witnessed, beyond imagination and belief, an incredible sacred light eternal and received an invitation to meet the Sacred Ones.

You were the one who awakened the light in me, and brought the best out in me. Your touch at the skating rink delivered light sending away (dissolved) the anger, hurt, and pain, which had for too long been my worse enemy. You are my key to open passages way and put an array of pieces together and use applied logic skill and develop theories given one or two possible scenarios: which the men in my unit and commander discovered over the course of the weeks and because of a series of events. Life behavior prior to . . . I would have acted first then thought up an excuse, afterwards. Instead of vicious interactive behavior, with you winds of change along with many seasons of increased creative spiritual power, inspired by our touch given us by the Sacred Father's touch. After several weeks, I realized our touch equals the key to powerful interaction. Our sacred touch provides life with intuitive abilities to analysis first; plan actions and guidance depending on our sacred latent abilities. Yet, never allow oneself get bogged down in thought, when we fail to use our instincts. Same thing the Marine Corp and my grandfather had spent years trying to teach me, your touch turned into life realities.

Red Sun, the next morning on my way back to the base after Saturday's night first touches; I received flashes of hallowed ideas and pictures of long missing connections gently flowing together. Doors, windows long locked, paths blocked, no longer blocked and life void of keys, you and I received matching keys, which unlocked our life journeys and sacred adventures, guiding us into the great light.

Second introduction of flashes revealed spirit separate vases void of sacred energy waiting for sacred life energies to awaken, heal, and instill sacred life eternal. They revealed we had long been broken pictures and separated from our Fathers. What we did with our touch of togetherness, was awaken the deep hidden secrets. A secret coded energy signals the crystalline pieces, when correct energy crystalline meet they join, secrets awaken and turn two halves into a spiritual whole. Imbalance transpose into true balance.

Third vision began at rim sleep suggested what had been hollow/vacant our sacred touch made whole and/or repaired. They showed me an empty lake filled with dancing waters and two halves expresses the appearance of a sacred hallow glow.

Red Sun's mental reply to SunHawk:

Your inner-power stands strong and strengthens my weakness and I stand strong to strengthen your weakness. However, I have not experienced the same intense connection and visuals, between the two of us. We supply more impressions of thoughts and slight visions. We gave each other strength to be all each should be and not live life in blindness, anger, or hate. Our bonding gave healing to emotional wounds across years of hurt and pain, each deep wound and poison one vanquished as ghosts in the sunlight.

Our spiritual night on the beach reveals many answers to our whys; we requested the explanations of importance for us to spend so much time together after the touch. What might have happened if the Military Police had caught you out of the area and us together, we are grateful for the protection? Court-martial need not interfere, only our eternal relationship herald the Guardians' presentation of importance. Remember we understood only a little slice of why we needed to be close until . . . Paradise Cove, the sacred light, marriage ceremony on the Ceremonial Heart.

Red Sun vocalizes:

SunHawk for months, this Red Sun's spiritual-heart sensed a sacred spirit of the traditional sacred red circle, all the while my spirit-eyes continued to see you a traditional warrior. Traditional presentation of medicine warrior with long platinum blonde braids wrapped red broadcloth, tiger-eyes of many colors, solid muscular built and fair skin. You matched the description of Crazy Horse to the last line, born a hundred years to late and one hundred years too soon.

Yet you had the presence and style of Willie Nelson's younger or twin-brother, including your love of western dress. Too thin and wirer to fit into the Kenny Roger category, which people wanted to put you in, because your platinum blonde hair and platinum whiskers, when on leave at twenty-one.

What you lack in outwards appearance your wit, intelligence, style, medicine warrior abilities and general all around skills, which means I see what your spirit and guardians, wants me to see, and it reflects to everyone else what they need to see, and comprehend. They see your spirit light shining first, since your physical form is the canvas your spirit speaks and reflects pictures to individuals observing you need to sense. Your spirit speaks loud and shows everyone how handsome, you are. Your ability speaks loud and displays healing power and confidence; which confirms the true beauty of a person shines from the inside . . . outward. Grandmother M always said beauty come from the inside out and beauty is as beauty does.

SunHawk:

What an interesting combination of Crazy Horse, Willie Nelson, and Kenny Rogers, I am not sure if that is an insult or compliment. However, I sure would love to have money, since I lost my singing voice when I went through purity. Even though with money comes strings and responsibilities and that is not my training.

Red Sun:

Truth, SunHawk, many told me I would know him when I see him and there was no way I could deny you were not meant for me to meet. Especially, seeing the true SunHawk's spirit paint and reflect for me to see what the Sacred Ones and the Heavenly Father—Sacred Light of Eternal Enlightenment and definition of to all humanity. Your eternal spirit felt me and spoke loud when to insure we meet, they painted for me the reflection of your true inner spirit. Their painting and voice attracted me the sacred spiritual medicine warrior wearing your full traditional outfit showing what you had earned and who you are in their eyes. The signal to show me you were the one for some reason.

Then your personality, glowed with your amazing spiritual intelligence, combined with analytical skills of great importance: which includes a rare ability of sight beyond sight; great skills to guide, protect, and foresee who is where, alternate courses and plans to examine, paths to handle and what is important to review and what to by-pass. Your rare spiritual warrior skills are sacred gifts few spiritual warriors they are gifts given to sacred spiritual medicine warriors to possess. All of this adds to a wonderful part of your Intelligence

SunHawk interjects:

My current IQ factor the military records show between 280 and 320 depending on tests.

Red Sun grabbing SunHawk's hands and kisses them:

See what I mean enormous knowledge and knowingness skills. . . . Few geniuses possess practical application of abilities combined with spiritual medicine skills, mythical mathematical insight, and talent to guide not control. Inspire people and get the best out of each individual. It is amazing how you have the knack to make people feel neither small nor insignificant . . . Instead you inspire and encourage inner-courage, strength and lift people in a manner, which enables them to awaken their spirits to inner-life and wisdom. You help them see inside and retrieve their natural talents, develop special hidden gifts and discover new skills.

SunHawk replies:

Hey, Red Sun its time to get this conversation on track. Ye haven't changed a bit. Maybe its a good thing I have the ability to lace your conversations together. Why do you still have the bad habit of talking about three of four different branches of conversation, at the same time, one could easily get lost, because its hard for most follow all your different branches. Since our spiritual and mental connection, it is easier to ride your multi-tracks. After we touched . . . You do remember that touch at the rink—Right?

Red Sun taking time to think about SunHawk's snide comments:

Bringing us to this moment, are you trying to humiliate me with a backhanded insult masked inside a strange question or what? . . . That is not something one can forget. Do you think I am that dumb just because my IQ tests rated around 168 to 180? Reference to what . . . Oh our hands, hard to explain, my husband. The term husband and wife, it is less than what we are to one another, it is degrading to two sacred eternal spirits, joined by the Sacred Ones, not just physical, but spirits who are each ones key to life eternal. Going to investigate, our correct term for two-halves, life keys for universal/spiritual connections, between sacred medicine spirits and eternal partners, from which there is no divorce.

Partner of mine, true sacred universal life started when our hands touched, before that moment, spirit felt void and empty a life void and empty of all emotions and heart sought the formula to awaken, but I only saw life in a dark hole. Touch connects and awakens us to sharing of visions, words, feelings, and experiences, daily. Strange how our unique connection did not make sense, considering you would be gone soon, to where, living another life or disguised for some black-ops assignments that are sometimes long. We assumed we would not see each other again, after the first night, but sacred guardians refuse for us to let go. Yes, I remember the touch.

[This is where communications of our joint memories turned interesting, and hard to clarify, evaluate, and recall who initiated or finished a word or words, sentence, or paragraph. Our personal interactive evaluation via communication of the numerous communications, visuals links, adventurous journeys, and sacred adventures, together of unique experiences. The only thing I can suggest is listen with your heart and experience it with us.]

SunHawk with Red Sun reviewing evening's events:

Night transposed into light from eternal light . . . No not our sun or moon . . . moonless night, . . . sacred illumination transcends from the sacred spiritual home of Holiest of the Most Holy, linking with us: Earth Mother from where we stood, received the touch of illuminated by the sacred light, not manmade light or stars. The sacred light his gift for us to witness and power that encircle with protection when beckoned to enter and enjoy the sacred journey to . . . . Fully awake, alive, and aware of both universes . . . Truth the further we journeyed from land on the bridge to the Ceremonial Heart, our awareness expanded to understand our experience together with the vast sacred environment around us. We wondered in amazement why . . . they summonsed us and dressed us in white buffalo hides. We looked back, expecting to see our physical forms on the sand, but we didn't view any part of us in the sand, only then did we recognize . . . eternal spirits and current forms both taking the journey on the bridge/walkway. Forms without eternal spirit, in danger, eternal spirits care for, physical forms and protect them, since our forms are only empty shells without spirit. Individual spirits is much more than our conscious and subconscious psyche, spiritual life/light eternal that take us on our life adventures, daily. Hold on remember where we were when we returned. Think about it maybe the Chiefs hide our forms under water; if left behind and did not travel with our eternal spirits.

Remember, sitting on the sand watching the third section-extending journey towards earth, whispering in unison the same conclusion could that be the north portion of Saturn with its outer rings? Why Saturn? What is the symbolism of Saturn, a sacred island with all the varieties of pipestone, which includes the rarest of majestic marble pipestone? Could Saturn pipestone hold many messages, even the bride/walkway is pipestone . . . what is it symbolic symbolism and connection with Saturn.

The massive Ceremonial Island center, with a small Ceremonial Heart, of white marbleized pipestone wearing an illuminating crown dome of Black Hills gold shining, with the touch of the Sacred Light Eternal, which only the Sacred Ones could stand on. Eternal light of the sacred heart, we recognized the most sacred ceremonial area of the Holiest of the Most Holy in the exact center of the Sacred Ceremonial Heart.

Saturn's outer-rings each radiated a different pipestone color representing the four-directions. How about the separate rings, one for the invited guest of the Most Sacred Mothers of the Peoples and the second, for the invited guest of the Great Spirit. Total of six-rings plus the bridge/walkway of marbleized red/white pipestone, journeying from the inner-circle only, not permitted to touch outer rings of our physical earth. . . . Reality check, the time is not right for two universes to touch or it could change the balance, if they touch or connect with the other. Definitely, we wondered if it was our crossing time.

Worried, confused, and uncertain; why Sacred Chiefs s in full ceremonial dress, riding the bridge/walkway: position and appearance suggested protectors. For what and why this is the question. Not until our journey home, did we realized the Twelve Chiefs are the Sacred Twelve Chiefs of the People, not just guardian Chiefs we assumed. They stood encircling the sacred ones standing on the Ceremonial Heart and Sacred center of the inner-circle: twelve facing outward just in case of dangerous circumstances or were they observing their nations as they observed them. Truth their mannerism suggestive of . . . Yes, but with the demeanor of Archangels.

Yes, we were

The twelve appeared taller than the deepest part of the Grand Canyon . . . Twelve Sacred Chiefs, six on each side, clothed in sacred traditional Native American outfits. Each outfit decorated with coded designs symbolism of their division of authority. They summonsed us to and guarded us, then escorted us back, took us long enough to realize they our Sentinels were the Twelve Sacred Chiefs, the overseer of all the Nation of the Peoples aka Archangels. Then we were too numb to realize much of anything.

The Highest of the Most High, Sacred Father—who is the Sacred Eternal Light, positioned in the center of the crown. He appeared three times taller then anyone around him. The Sacred Chiefs, Medicine Elders, and spouses and all they summonsed, we witnessed standing on the outer rings appeared of normal height. To his left or was it his right, (I always get them confused) his son—the Son of the Sacred Sun Eternal—Sacred Light of Life Eternal Enlightenment, long name and title combined. Then on the other side the Highest Sacred Blessed Mother and Sacred Mother of the Sacred Mothers of the People; the Holy Spirit who stood behind her guarded her. Then two others stood beside them, stood our guardians; which is why they refused for to give us a strong visual of them. The other side of the Sacred Son stood Archangel Michael and Gabriel. It became crowded when they summonsed the Pope and his closest of assistances to stand before them, making the area appear crowded. Seeing the sacred ceremonial vestments of and his assistance were the dressed in Vatican attire of white robes with gold trim, matching his crown in appearance head cover signifying, important, and sacred ceremony.

Bridge/walkway stopped the Chiefs, projected gentle thoughts: Come the Highest of the Most High the Alpha and Omega has decreed you presence before him. Worry not, once you stand before him, all he will make clear.

The bridge was an interesting distant from where we sat, but we walked hand-in-hand to the Chiefs of twelve and the two on the bridge closest to earth held out their hands: one greets and touches SunHawk and the other you Red Sun. Although all touched not, we rose with the motion of their hands and placed on the bridge/walkway. Between the lift and our first steps on the walkway, they purified and redressed us in pure white-buffalo skins, the purest of ceremonial traditions style: unsure of why but our new clothing appeared wedding clothes and/or our spirits sparkling purified. Suggesting our outfits of 501 jeans and western shirts were offence, to say the very least, for the meeting and ceremony.

An interesting journey to the Ceremony Saturn on a retracting bridge, when we stopped the Sacred Chiefs motioned for us to walk between two lead Chiefs, to the Sacred Ceremonial Heart. Once we arrived at the Ceremonial Heart, the Chiefs instructed to follow the Holy Ghost's instructions. Six Chiefs honoring you Red Sun fanned around to enclose Red Sun's section of the Ceremonial Heart with the first Chief reminded standing behind and off to the side. SunHawk your six Chiefs took the same action to complete the Sacred Honoring Circle around the outer edge of the Ceremonial Heart.

The Sacred Chiefs began to summons the honored guest list, planned to observe and/or take part in the ceremony. The Sacred Chiefs' positions empowered them to protect all on the Ceremonial Heart and Sacred Heart of the Sacred Ones, together with the twp of us. Then vice versa, they make a powerful shield to protect the ones on the outer ring, from the extreme spiritual power and energy of the Sacred Ones, too.

Okay, comprehension void, escorts void of explanation, thus leaving us wide-eyed and befuddled, questioning why we accept the invitation? UNTIL . . . Our Sacred Father spoke and scared us. Scared is not the right word, but surprised two bare feet guests: which is the only reason we could not lose or jump out of moccasins.

Naturally, we were mystified with the humble demeanor, and behavior towards two earthly beings. Thoughts running wild, why and what is the important reason we need to stand before the Pope? Considering why the Pope had moved to stand stood directly in front of the Highest of the Most High looking at us. Standing facing the Sacred Ones, can you say you had ever been so bewildered at any other time in your life? I cannot remember any such time.

The Holy Ghost introduced us to the Sacred Mother, Our Sacred Father, and the Son. She came to speak with us greeted, and then introduced us to the Pope's assistance, who came to escort us to stand before the Pope. The instant we were before the Pope everyone took positions of great reverence and silence of respect filled the area. One booming sacred spiritual-voice speaks, transmitting thoughts, ideas, and words in multitude of languages, so everyone could hear, feel and experience his sacred purpose of this ceremony. With the wave of his, hand the veil between the Ceremonial Island and outer rings, revealing all the countless life-spirits and eternal spirits summonsed who had been awaiting the ceremony. All on Saturn's Ceremonial Island, Hearts, and rings were able to see the others.

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Highest of the Most High who is the Eternal Light, Holiest of the Most Holy and Chief of all Chiefs. Truth, I am referred to by many names, some call me the Sacred Father and some use the term the Great Spirit, but the truth if spoken right, Great Spirit of the Sacred Eternal Light, the Great Spirit of Life and Light is the Sacred Father of the Red People and one my sons.

HE assigned our main guardians to answer any questions pertaining to the summons and each ceremony. Witnesses summonsed we were told one-hundred and forty-four Sacred Medicine Elders, Honored Elders, Sacred Chiefs and several leaders of nations not including spouses, from numerous nations. Others summonsed were ancestors with sacred connections and/or spiritual blood relations of ancestors.

The Holiest of Most Holy, Highest of Most High that is the Sacred Light Eternal spoke:

Before me stands our honored children, with which I am well pleased and summonsed here—to join in sacred honored union. My chosen son and daughter have been tested, found worthy, and chosen to unite in the most holy of unions. This is more than a union of man and woman in holy union but the rejoining of two nations that have too long been apart. This union reunites nations and restores sacred powers to the people.

If there is anyone here, who feels this union shall not be—let them speak now. Now I ask again does anyone here object to this union. Since no one, objects from this point forward let no one raise neither hand nor voice against them. I will ask one more time if anyone for any reason has objections or questions about this sacred unions or joining of nations. No one spoke or raised any form of objection to the union. He waited and listened but no one presented any form of objection. I have asked three times and no one has shown or spoke any form of objection, against this union. Then hear me, let all from this point forward since no has made any form of objections they are to hold their tongues, hands and spirit against this sacred union for and through eternity.

Hear my words all present, to witness this Holy Union, you represent the people and nations, so be sure you have no doubt or objections. . . . He waited and examined the heart, mind, and spirit of all summonsed to witness this union before he spoke again.

Since there are, no forms of objections to this Holy Union, since this moment on let no form of or manner of man or nation of people harm or come between these two, who by my decree are to be joined in the Holiest of Sacred Union. Let no man denounce what this union symbolizes or seek to destroy it. Hear my words for he that tries to or does anything to destroy this union shall suffer my wrath; I shall have no mercy on their heads or on the heads of their relations, nation, and people. What is done to my chosen children, joined in sacred union, I will do unto them a hundredfold for they shall reap my wrath, and all the misery they have caused them, I shall cast onto them, their nation and peoples.

Throughout his introduction warning, his booming voice shook the heart of the universe, earth and all presence. He wanted all to know not to question or challenge him. SunHawk and Red Sun questioned the guardians to guide two confused beings with . . .

Did we speak or think the words hen we spoke with our guardians: What did he say? What does this . . . Sacred . . . Holiest of Unions . . . means . . . lost and confused . . . we two nations . . . summoned to unify nations? Our guardians smiled and transmitted: You our sacred children will soon understand the reasons for all of this. They pointed out reasons for the different levels of appearance: Strongest in appearance are eternal spirits, who crossed to this side and/or sacred guardians to the spiritual leaders of the people. The ones translucent in appearance we summonsed from their asleep or in a trance state. Translated, there were those who have not crossed, for they walk in the physical as you two. Another on the ring of the Sacred Father are Archangels and ones that have received sacred honors in the eyes of the Holiest if the Most Holy. Then there is another ring of Sacred Mother and Grandmothers of the People and Nations of People.

Do you see them in their sacred traditional outfits, relating to their traditional religious ceremonial beliefs and nations of origin? All who appear before the Sacred Ones, are dressed in their sacred traditional culture each outfits representing religions and/or medicine status. To answer your thought, the rings we repositioned after the bridge retracted, to enable all to bear witness. . . .

Can anyone explain the words why he said; he summonsed all of you here today to witness this sacred of holiest union of these two who stand before him. SunHawk and Red Sun, they are our sacred children, as you all know or should know, and they have proven their selves worthy. I have called each one of you here before us to witness this sacredness of unions. We are not sacred, and are not nations. What does it mean to united and rejoin nations too long separated?

Guardians explained nothing beyond, you will experience many segments, to the different ceremonies, and each one is rather lengthily. The first ceremony, straightforward, considering the Catholic Marriage Ceremony bonding two earthily beings in sacred union preformed by the Pope, until death do us part, since you two were christened in the Catholic Church. When the Pope speaks the Holy Ghost will translated his words to all in attendance.

Once the Pope finished he portions of the ceremony with all of its rituals, he joined as man and woman in the material world in the eyes of the Sacred Ones. This means there could be not other earthly marriage accepted until death do us part. However, the next ceremony held much greater decree of purpose and meaning.

Highest of the Most High who is the Light spoke:

I have called you, SunHawk and Red Sun, before me, you are my most honored and chosen ones, found worthy of our sons and daughters, we tested. I have summonsed you before me to join in the Holiest of Holy Sacred Unions. Uniting of sacred spirits eternals, tribes, and nations of which your marriage is symbolic symbolism towards the Holiest of Sacred Unions.

All of you standing on the outer circles and on this Ceremonial Heart, now you have been informed why all summonsed, for this involves you and your nations. You are required to bear witness to this sacred union. This is not only a union of one-man with one-woman but the most sacred and Holiest of Union to bond nations. A union to join nations that for too long have been apart, this union is meant to bring and increase power and enlightenment to the peoples. Know through this union and joining of spiritual life and sacred spirits is eternal; there can be divorce or division.

If any one has, any objections or questions let him raise voice, hand, or thought. [Three more times he asks this question again. None spoke in voice, thought, or raised a hand against any portion of our union.]

Red Sun and SunHawk, since no one has any objections, know that through this joining in Sacred of Holiness Unions there can be no divorce. Your sacred spirits by choice of sacred testing of worthiness through my decree you two I joined for all time. Know were both of spiritual life together and now it is time to come together for eternity, joining sacred spirit-hearts and lives eternal, from this point forward.

Eternal Life Spirits forms before are known this cycle by Red Sun and SunHawk; which I now join in sacred spirit-hearts eternal by my decree. This is the last time I shall ask, does anyone here, feel or fear this uniting should not be, then I request him or her to speak now, if not and they speak later they shall incur my wrath. He waited for all to speak among each other and no one could express or perceive any concerns of reason for objections.

Since no one here has, expressed concerns or objections then let all presence, along with each nations represented, hold their speech from now through out eternity. Hear me now, carry my words to all corners of our universes, and let them know these sacred children by my decree I join across eternity. Two sacred ones born together shall be forevermore together from beginning to end by agreement, acceptance, and marriage by means of honorable sanctified unions.

Let no man, or manner of man, or nation come between their unions. Hear me and let all who hear me carry this warning to everyone and their representatives: Anyone who tries to destroy or come between them or their sacred and holy unions . . . shall suffer my wrath for I shall have neither mercy nor forgiveness on their heads or souls of them and their peoples.

Know two spirits walk and flows together are two equal sacred spirits joined by love as one that equals the strength of two times ten. Love holds life together. One equals two truths, which creates a sacred oneness. Know two born of one sacred spirit. One spirit once separated into two, and separated for too long. Tested and found worthy we have summonsed each to rejoin once again. Two whose sacred truths once one of eternal oneness and one nation too long separated into two we rejoined into one nation with one stronger sacred spirit.

From two-halves, two spirit-hearts, two-minds, two-personalities with sacred wisdom, honorable skills, forged in the furnaces of sacred fires, and many lifetime of lessons and challenges proven worthy returns with the strength of wiser/stronger sacred spirit guardians to guide and protect across eternity. This union strengthens and supports each other, empowering each with greater abilities to stand strong in sacredness. Spirit-hearts of true love bonds each across eternity and convey sacred life energies now two to stand as one. Know you stand together across and within energies of time and space, for here physics of motion and energies have no limitations and matters not.

Let there be spaces between you two, for winds of life to blow on waters and nourish life. Accept and allow each other freedom to experience individual responsibilities of growth. For this way, two come in wisdom, wisdom guides growth to strengthen sacred oneness, which enhances sacred spiritual togetherness. Wind on water blow, to purify heart, enhance intelligence, so togetherness flourishes with the combination of spiritual-life and loves sacred union.

Be as two trees growing together, providing strengthening support that nourishes roots with loves gift of understanding. Love gives support to grow strong. Love empowers weak limbs to join become stronger. Learn to contribute and balance your togetherness; know spiritual life grows when individuals learn to bestow unselfish support, forsaking all discouraging, egotistical demands through abandonment of self.

Each union is a circle with its halves-summonsed to walk and work together. Know what makes a union great, in truth, comes when one shares their secret values of strengths and weakness. IN truths, one shows strength with the other shows weakness and guides the other to grow roots of life and spirit by enlightenment to touch the sacred light. Some days one may lead and the other will follow and then needs flip and the other might lead for a time. Known foundation with support is what allows success to flourish and spirits develop.

Know in sacred unions and partnerships there will come times one will have to give one-hundred and fifty-percent or more to support the other or give time to heal. Give not in a manner that makes the other feel worthless. Hear my words ask not one to give all and receive nothing. Share equal, give equal and receive as equals that is a formula for development of awareness eternal. Share sacred life energy that increases strength, improves spiritual power, for development of inner-control.

Stand as two-pillars holding up the archways of enlightenment and the other pillar of life. Symbolic of life waters flowing between the pillars of life: One spirit of light, the other of heart the other of mind; one of strength, the other of gentleness: one filled with spirit-love the other of understanding: one of protection, and the other guiding insight. One in the same but not the same, for life and spirit is as a circle in continual motions.

Be strong to strengthen weakness, knowing when to use weakness strengths to support the other. Love will help you learn to know when strength needs weakness or weakness needs strength to bring balance and harmony. There are times one or the other needs time to heal or given eyes to see directional guidance, but be not so strong you make the other weak and depended. Know when ones need your wisdom or gentleness. Know when to allow the spirit-heart heal ones spirit, when ones strength of love shared can give balance of healing spirit song.

Sing and dance together allow spirit-heart to sing and dance on the Wings of Life and Life will grow. It matters not, where you are . . . across water, together, or divided by space or motion, in what realm or universe: you are at sunset is sunrise for life is born together. Let your spirits soar and come together, rejoice in love and allow hearts to sing and dance. Know no problem can be so big love; personal/spiritual love shared between cannot help you find the answer. Live each day for the now, since later might be too late or is no longer around."

The Highest Sacred Mother of all Mothers of the People and Nations:

Unions of two means side-by-side partnership do you accept? (We nodded acceptance) Sacred Unions are Sacred Partnerships, the foundation of relationships are life and spirit journeys side-by-side, which shares through spirit-life in all things. Your sacred journey of togetherness is far greater than ones who stand, walk, work, give, share, and/or care about development together. For together you need to support and encourage sacred spiritual/personalities on ones journeys of adventures, but the bonding of eternal spirit through sacred love. Loves great power heals, restores life, strengthen spirits, becomes an energy source that protects, and awaken spiritual guardianship.

Know this too, the male half protects the sacred half who is the providers of life, and holders of sacred secrets. It is for the male half not to lead them into destruction, but protect, listen and follow the guidance of the Sacred Half. Protection means protector not enslaver. Not one who listens beyond ones own spirit to voices of destroyers.

Let love be in motion and move as the sea between shores of your spirits. Fill the sacred cup of union with both cups and drink from the sacred cup of life, love, and blessings. Drink not from one and leave the other abandoned and/or slighted, since that deprives many of life's sacred love power protection and watching over them. Sharing multiplies understanding and blessings beyond spirit/life.

Life is always in motion and cannot survive, if both or one drinks from one cup of fruitful knowledge, much is lost. Know when shared successful growth advances all levels and forms of sacred love energy-blessings of life advancing sacred spiritual/life. Love with your sacred eternal spirit-heart joining love with two-spirits, two-hearts, and two-minds sharing creates one-eternal spirit. Give each other space to experience while on life journeys and adventures hold strong together. Let not space betray or devastate spirit/life or spiritual love for both are eternal. As the winds of life blows, fear it not, but find the music in your souls when the winds blow strong, give it not the power of destruction, but use the power of love to strengthen your holy union.

Share . . . deny not any spirit energy, strength, love, or spiritual growth of sacred life power for denial destroys, which summonses sicknesses that can/will lead to death of mind, body and spirit. It is important to share and balance physical body, mind and heart, then spirits will advance.

Sometimes the simplest gesture of appreciation speaks louder than words. Sacred partnership can be a seesaw undertaking riding a roller coaster on free fall flight, in a whirlwind all-in-one combined in the same instance. Know truth of union tests ones metal, through the fiery furnaces of life's love determined to strengthen one sacred resolve, and increase advancements of spiritual life skills growth. Hear my words sacred union partnership is a road with all sorts of storms: packed with countless test, challenges, awakening lessons to determine development of mental/emotional/spiritual worthiness . . . strong metal or sand. Unions promise neither eternal peace nor happiness, only moments, adding to the whole.

Remember no matter how hard the most difficult life conditions might be, moment let life know with love things can work out, for with love partners have togetherness, with togetherness each can overcome the hardest problems. For this is how life and love grows. Fear not to give of ones self onto the other and let life grow.

Archangel Michael revealed truths for Sacred Red People and the Warrior Society to understand and stand strong in the face of great darkness and danger for soon the time of the battle between two forces would be at hand. Then and now the Sacred Ones stated the ones who follow sacred traditions and cultures given them by the Sacred Ones are the People of the Sacred Red Nation, not Native American Indians for they want to follow a path not theirs. People of the Sacred Red Nation are not part of a land but children of the Sacred Ones and the Archangels. Our sacred guardian warrior societies have always been under guardianship of the Sacred Guardian Angels by direction of the Archangels. Guardians in training for various reasons, areas, and levels of sacred guardianship to watch over and help train those who needed help. The reason so many blindly wanted to destroy us, because they feared what they did not understand and darkness wanted drove them to destroy.

[Simplification of visions riding the winds across centuries—eternal spirit experiences and comprehends on a higher level of consciousness far above our limited earthly consciousness.]

Archangel Michael on our Sacred Union:

Time of Sacred Spiritual Medicine Warriors: Our children it is hard to count how many situations, sacred guardians we will send one or both to evaluate. Sacred Guardians of the People among nations; know you are the sacred ones with the powers of Sacred Spiritual Medicine Warriors, in time you will understands as your powers and abilities develop. Sacred Union the Sacred Mothers of the People with the Medicine Warrior

Wish we could tell you this union is going to be peaceful and easy, know your union will be a hard road of challenges so you can help and understand others. Walking a spiritual warrior path is a complicated journey with countless perils, for sacred guardians must also walk the sacred spiritual warriors' path; you are here to learn, teach, guide, protect, and connect the past knowledge with the present cultures. Many conditions we will direct your involvement in different areas and factions. Ask no questions for you will be traveling certain avenues on various journeys to gain direct insight into many dangers coming upon this world. Observe the people who seem to walk blindly into their own destruction.

Your love is your strength to stand against the forces of darkness, your shield to protect, and when necessary turning two into one, standing back to back to keeping the one in danger out of harm's way: within, and throughout extreme circumstances. A union of sacred spiritual love equals and increases sacred spiritual and physical powers joining enhancement of eternal spirits; which directs protective strengths the shield, and spiritual talents calculates various requirements to fulfill guardianship assignments only you will more aware of than . . . I.

Let no one tell you there are not sacred warriors assigned to protect the innocent, for there are many among the warrior societies who learn the skills in the physical realm of mortal humanity to guide, protect, and teach the warriors in training. Then SunHawk already knows this for he has spent this and other lifetimes in training and so have you.

Archangel Gabriel:

What your fathers and the Sacred Mother to the People failed to tell you, about your people, is something of great importance. How they perceive the sacred children that holds to, bonds with, and follows the sacred spiritual teachings given to your people across countless cycles beginning with the Sacred Ones. Teachings and visions given to your relations and your people by the Sacred Chiefs, Sacred Mothers of the Peoples, Chief of Chiefs, Archangel Guardian Chiefs, Guardian Teachers assigned to guide the Sacred Traditional Red Nation Peoples. Know the sacred wisdom and teachings given to ancestors and relations past and present guiding the ones who accepts the traditional path.

Know some of our sacred traditional life teachings flow as water flow, which can add to or change the landscape; however, know the values to truths never change. Only those that have chosen not to the walk the sacred path of the Sacred Ones teachings and/or accepts the empty name of Indian or Native American Indians, in truth they are saying they have displaced their spirits. In time, the ancients will summons you two to meet with them and the Ancient Father Chief of Chiefs of the Red Nation; you will know it by the Village.

I accept and honor your sacred union partnership, but there are certain things you must know, not accepted in any union—chattel (master/slave) marriages. This has long happened among many nations and tribes. Husband and slave wife is among certain behaviors we will forsake the slave masters in their time of need and punish them tenfold. Nourish not life or limbs with deceptive behavior that poisons life's love and cripples life, spirit, and spiritual growth.

Stand not so close with dark possessiveness you entangle, strangle, and destroy life's eternal growth. Deny not light, for denial, denies loves sacred blessing. In truth, it is a vicious dishonoring treachery, which will destroy countless journeys of enlightenment. Steal not spiritual life energy. Steal not enlightenment that enriches sacred love eternal.

All the other Sacred Ones spoke in comfortable tones with great passion in their words, but not so with Archangel Gabriel. The majority of Archangel Gabriel's conversations seemed different and more overpowering from the others. His spirit communications surrounded us with holographic transmissions inside and array of interactive presentations which seemed historical and informative by giving past event concerns, influencing current, near present and future events. Outlining how certain events needed to change if this world is to have a future or it will turn into dead planets similar to Venus and Mars. He was compassionate and concerned about past and current conditions, which seems to have many implications of momentous consequences with extreme dangers. He is not happy with the conditions and treatment of females, women, and spouses of treated worse than chattel in many cases.

Each concept presentation he grew more adamant about his convictions and how certain forces have for centuries set about to destroy womankind. His anger showed how until womankind is given the honor due them and allowed to be have their rightful place on lives stage of development and advancement of humanity, will there be any peace or true acceptance by the Sacred Ones.

Violence absent of logic or conscious reason is whenever and wherever the male races and religions dominate the female race for the Dark Ones uses and controls through deceptive games to trick men into hate and destruction , since men are the easiest to trick into believing they must repress womankind, it was Adam that tempted Eve not Eve to Adam. Repression is humanities awkward—backward destruction of the entire universe. Repression means little advancement in culture, creativity of society advancements including spiritual development. However, there are increases in hate, violence, and destruction feeding into anarchism, blackening of land and massive fields filled with the dead and wanton killings.

Dark Ones fear the female races coming of age, because within them the Sacred Ones secret wisdom for advancement, life, truths to instruct and guide humanity. The only way Dark Ones can survive is by domination of the male races and suppression of the female races. Man is what gives Dark Ones he greatest powers of destructive violence and control, to destroy and consume the world with darkness, this has already been happening, in the areas women are forced to submit to men that submit has submitted to Dark Ones.

Archangel Gabriel wanted us to let all races of women know until all women around the world, stand-up and take their rightful place on the world stage around the world there will always be violence and destruction. They have the power to stop mindless killings, blackening of lands, and increasing the size of killing fields. You will know when this happens and we will you forewarned when humanity is on the edge of destruction. Archangel Gabriel wanted certain things handled yesterday considering women had for too long been degraded, abused, beaten down, denied their rights and so much more or that is what he projected beyond his words. Tell me what you think and/or remember of the words he had to say:

Love one another, but make not love a prison. Know true spiritual love, is made neither of chains to enslave, nor gives permission to ones life partner to make the other into inferior chattel. Sacred Union does not imply submission of ones life for the other to control. Let all women know their union does imply surrender ones personality or higher potential to another to change, manipulate and in time destroy. Love should not be a deceitful strangling vine that clings and drains all the life from one to feed the other. Marriage is a manmade term for possession of another. Men conceive marriage gives them master bondage rights over their female life partner, since they consider them personal prize possessions, a trophy, less then chattel, in truth this behavior poisons life and air, which slowly destroys both.

Love unions' means not a master purchase of a personal slave is means Sacred Love Unions equal, life sharing partners, best-called ones other half. Neither partner should preside in any way or manner over the other. One should not demand or expect the other to satisfy them with wealth, diamonds and gold, for the one who expects or demands will experiences all of their guardians wrath, when they/we choice, unless both learn to work together in an honorable way and in doing so accomplish ones desire of gifts, then the sacred union will be blessed.

Share and know these words well: Woman know ones union does not make one into the others selected possession, property, or chattel/slave, not even in arranged sacred unions. What is does say is for the other half to gift each other with sharing of life and love combined with sincere, honor, and respect joining sacred hearts. We (all the Sacred Ones) charge men of all races, with the duty to respect, protect, and honor women, this includes your other half and female family members. It is against our laws for man and woman to mistreat honorable partners, elders, and/or family with disrespect or abuse.

Red Sun/SunHawk, there is one more place for the two of you to visit together, but that will be after you leave this place. When they call, you will know them by the Village, much to understand there. Now it is time for you two to return to your assignments.

"So many conversations via spirit communications inside of and encircled by holographic interactive presentations; viewing past event concerns, influencing current, near present and future events. Outlining how certain events needed to change, if this world is to have a future or turned into a dead planet as Venus and Mars.

Then we ended up in the water hands clasped together with fingers knocked across the top of the others hands, symbolic of a union—our union. SunHawk can you remember how we returned, did we ride the bridge/walkway or transported by who or what."

"From what I can remember, Archangel Gabriel transported us back to our assigned current forms to fulfill our current life assignments on this planet. What time after how many cups of coffee? Look outside the shades of night had begun to take on the hues of early dawn. We should have already been across the mountain and crashed out. Right now, I am too tired; I need to get a nap, do you mind if we take a nap in the parking lot just above Santa Monica Pier."

No, it sounds good to me. I am not going to make a good passenger across the pass; I will be asleep before we get two miles.

When we awoke in the morning we discovered we had slept with our heads touching, and we had returned from our first invitation to the Village of the Ancients. Sacred Red Nation Overseers of the Traditional Peoples that guide, inspire, and teach those who want seek to learn and hold true to the sacred traditions, which was also the home of the White Buffalo Calf Woman and many other Ancient Elders. By the time, we returned the sun height suggested 0900 hours, and the parking lot was close to full. Time to head home, don't think any more urgent visits to attend after the Village. The last day of the skating session and we wanted to enjoy skating together as a couple, joined in sacred union. After all, we did meet at the skating rink that was the catalyst to one more purpose on our life journey but with many unexpected changes, we took a one-eighty to a much higher and more spiritual life journey.

Side Bar Begins [They say one picture is worth a thousand words, but our visual interaction journey and experiences were worth millions of words on several levels of comprehension and awareness. It is hard to count the many spiritual volumes, which increased and expanded our spiritual intelligence and intellectual capacity to calculate, investigative, interpret, research and profiling on multiply levels. See things with intuitive logic combined with spiritual direction and understanding based on history, current conditions, and eternal implications. Yes, after our sacred experience of spirit/life, the Sacred Ones changed and enhanced our daily life adventures on countless levels of living. We went from living life on one level to living three lives actually we lived all of them one time. Amazing how this sacred union increased our responsibilities and duties almost over night] Side Bar Ends

Challenged by Leap-of-Faith to Answer the Call

Section 2 of Marriage by the Sacred Light

August 4/5 1961: Not sure, where the guardians wanted us, on which beach, required a journey and faith since we both realized we would know the place, when we get there. Early predawn Saturday morning, we took off on a drive along the Southern California coastline searching for the right stretch or acreage of beach line. We took off dressed in clothes and the car the Cheyenne couple loaned us, with hair braided by them to appear to observers, it was the Cheyenne couple in the rode to a social, lunch basket in hand. However, the basket had changes of clothes. We figured if they deployed SunHawk across the Pacific, or wherever, we needed to train our spirits to skip across the waters, on the sun's rays and touch each other with spiritual\telepathic communicative mediums.

We drove from Burbank to San Monica, then turned south and followed the coastline south to San Diego, for our first stop. Cooled off in the water by body surfing, no matter how hard we wanted it, everything felt wrong and absence of spiritual balance. "Not the right beach or time. We did a turnabout, on a northward journey and checked out numerous beaches on a journey to Santa Barbara. Twenty beaches we checked out up the coastline between San Diego and San Barbara, around 1400 hours, none spoke to us. Time to do another turnabout, and head from San Barbara to Malibu Pier, then back to Burbank our plans were once again changed, with the call to continue our search for our place in the sand, at waters edge, our guardians, wanted us to join them and enjoy the sacred beauty of the sun.

Saturday develops into a great day for spiritual to spirits bonding via numerous forms of communications: verbal conversations, pictorial thought-forms, sensory perception, (seeing life environments through the other's eyes), extrasensory transmissions/reception, through various forms and styles of telepathic communications. We enjoyed a day of wondrous experiences without idle chatter, during our adventure and research inspecting some twenty-five beaches, seeking the beach with the energy that speaks to us . . . none of our day or stops felt close to time wasted.

Yes, our sacred truth, the first touch embedded the process of bonding and continued to strengthen our bonding, hourly. Nevertheless, this day we created a new life of excellent bonding skills, in the convertible with the sun encompassing us, along the Southern California coastline of discovery. We learned we could talk with each other for hours, in relation to anything or everything in amazing ways, and not run out of intelligent conversations, covering a wide range of subjects. It's hard to explain, how our senses experienced and communicated more on countless sub-levels of mental communication, instead of one level verbal voice.

Heading south, the summons begins to increase in intensity. Searching to answer the call, our stomachs began to shout they needed attention. The day was closing in on 1900 hours, when we decided on a place to stop for a meal, since we had not considered food since brunch Friday, other than a few cups of coffee. The Paradise Cove Restaurant, sat on the edge of a cliff over the ocean. We choice seating next to the big glass window, which gave the impression of sitting over the breaking waves; which strangely enough was only a few hundred yards from Paradise Cove entrance. One of from several beaches in the area that closed to the public two-hours prior to sundown, daily; which for tide safety, patrol and rescue patrol factors, the city refused for the beach to open until three hours after sunrise.

From the restaurant, looking across the water, we receive a calling, making our brains vision light up, and the voice booming in our brains: head to Paradise Cove. Why not experiment with one more beach; it was only one more stop to discover the secret motivation(s) for the calling, before sundown. Faith means you will know it when you find it. Inner-spirit contacts the subconscious that will in turn let the conscious mind know when we arrive at the place assigned truth known that is how Faith works. Déjà vu, mental flashes, psychic impressions, visions, and spirit answering summons/challenges are similar to a cryptic message, which one will know when it is right. Nevertheless, few if any messages come with full direct televised visions along with complete instructions or full holographic insight. Callings are only suggestive challenges/summonses not commands, due to Freewill and Freedom of Choice, then other times one does not have Freewill if their prime directive is critical to answer the summonses.

We decided to steal our way down to Paradise Cove Beach, past the beach patrol officer, who had just closed and locked the gate. For protection from prying eyes, we placed our blanket a few yards away from the cove's rocky cavern, some forty-yards from the water, and excellent position to get a great view across the ocean and along the shoreline. This position appeared good protection, for easy fast escape, up the rocks, just in case we fall to sleep and experience extra high tide.

Interesting experience we could not stop numerous forms of continuous conversations connecting a variety of concepts; not sure, how long when . . . a gentle whispering breeze touches us with a suggestion: Time to stop talking and listen to Mother Earth imparting the Sacred Ones. See if your heart and spirit can experience the sun song, when the setting rays meet the ocean, it can be an amazing lifetime experience. In the silence of nothing more than waves, we watched the last lights at sunset, slip below the horizon, hoping to hear the last rays of sun song traveling below the horizon, but that was not to be for us this day.

We heard the sun singing in the desert and in Hawaii, at sunrise, but never at sunset. We knew on rare occasions one can hear the sun songs across horizon, either at sunrise or sunset, which if lucky, one can experience what many never experience in their lifetime. We had hoped to share a sacred experience between us, except we failed to notice the sun slipping below the horizon. Even though, earthly horizon sun song we missed, we received an amazing—SUN— experience of majestic enlightenment.

Sun song enlightenment experiences via a different type of sun's sacred experiences. Sun's magnificent presence of Eternal Light Sacred Ones summons SunHawk and Red Sun. The powerful sacred spiritual adventures/experiences of sun song awakenings—what a song to remember of summonses neither expected nor envisioned.

Heavenly Father instantly in his indirect and unique way answers countless questions: Before our encounter at the rink, to our first touch of hands; through our leap-of-faith and rendezvous on this beach and many more whys, at first presentation of sacred sun. Encounter establishes exclusiveness of power, overwhelming interactive communication on all levels of reception, with his awakening power that teaches and fills our spiritual senses with enormous advanced knowledge:

Sacred Sun's uses a portal connection for life empowerment and universal strengthen announcement. Material structure, earthly environment, and evening lights evaporates; turns into an omen presence experience that transport us on an amazing journey of experiences within the Scared Light Eternal Environment for our time of great changes had arrived. Great Spirit aka the Son of the—Sacred Father who is the Sacred Light Eternal aka the Holiest of Most Holy who is the Sacred Light Eternal: who is also referred to as the Highest of the Most High Sacred Light Eternal and the Chief of all Chiefs. Whose sacred light of enlightenment is eternal, which illuminates . . . across, above, and around the waters and beach area referred to by Paradise Cove Beach. Unique power and energy, transported to us through the portal's opening, to link segments two of worlds for a sacred purpose.

Once the sacred illumination completes its full conversion, the Sacred One activates the first segment of their sacred purpose for our connection, summons, and journey. We observed—a Sacred Ceremonial Island that floats over and above our horizon, water, sand, rocks, and earthen materials, yet apart from our worldly concepts of substances and touches no thing in.

In a short couple of seconds our reality confirms, we are not witnessing an illusion, but two linking universal environments—spiritual and material connected by the one who has the power to open sacred portals, whenever and wherever, decreed. Paradise Cove portal, his sacred intervention from beginning to end demonstrates his WILL, awakens us to the universal concept of sacred powers. The portal instills within us sacred powers and gifts for all forms of two-way communicative connections for comprehension of telepathic-communications, and contact with those when and where, conditions and events desires. No words can express or transmit the total aura of oneness to anyone, who has no experience or have spiritual knowledge of the Sacred Light Eternal and Sacred Ones Eternal Universe.

The only thing I can say . . . allow ones spirit to experience his sacred spiritual love, for within . . . is a time of enlightenment, when one first experiences his commanding presences, combined with interactive communication, and inner-personal connection via spiritual interaction touched by sacred power . . . ones spirit weeps in humbleness. The experience opens ones spirit-heart and connects eternal life-spirit, blessed by spiritual love and harmony, which inspires us to ingest spiritual knowledge.

Ceremonial Island appears more akin to Saturn upper north sliced above its outer rings, but with its outer rings, floating below the segment. Viewing the sacred ceremonial presentation, we asked each other if maybe Saturn is the sacred home of our traditional pipestone. The entire sacred ceremonial array contains countless varieties of rich volumes of pipestone: interlaced with turquoise, silver, black hills gold, with an array of pure true crystals pipestone.

The center of the ceremonial island contained a double raised dome we learned was the Ceremonial Heart of white marbleized crystal pipestone, with a sacred crown of Black Hills gold, the sacred area, which only the Sacred Ones stand.

However, what astounded us, one bridge/walkway in motion on a journey extending from the center of Saturn's heart, in the direction of two-sitting on Paradise Cove's beach. Once it extends about a third of its distance, we witness twelve Chiefs standing, six on each side of the bridge, enjoying the ride. Each positioned in a manor to observe and transmit strong impressions of their primary purpose to connect with SunHawk and Red Sun. Finally, when the bridge/walkway comes into the cove, and stops. The spiritual cannot touch physical world, which was not clear at first but the bridge/walkway traveled above the outer rings. After we pinched each other, a few times, the Twelve Chiefs summonsed us to join them.

We walked hand-in-hand from our blanket to the bridge/walkway, when we arrived and placed our feet upon the walkway, our garments changed from street wear to traditional clothing styled from sacred white buffalo hide and put together with purity of sacred love. Considering the sacredness of our outfits, no paint, ornaments, quills, or beadwork the Sacred Ones allowed. Anything besides the purity of sacred white buffalo hide would take away from the purity of spirit sacred meaning. This visitation was not dreams, imaginations, or holographic visions between realms, but real with all the senses in touch and in tune with environment of the Sacred Ones.

After completion of our transformation, the Chiefs instructed us to ride, between them, to the center. Once we stood between them, the bridge/walkway began to its return journey to what they called the Sacred Ceremonial Heart. Dazed and surprised by the amazing presentation of major spiritual awareness the Sacred One, Chiefs and Guardians, we realized they were the choreographers of our life journey to made sure two (hearts, spirits, and minds) traveled as one for more than six months. What an awakening to understand the sacred reasons for directing us to this place, void of everyone else, to begin a new lifetime eternal.

Once we completed the amazing journey that required we stand in the presence of the real Sacred Ones and the Highest of High Sacred Light Eternal. Reality of truth, when in realm or presence of the sacred light there are no shadows. At the end of the ceremony, we took a second journey between the twelve Chiefs, on the bridge/walkway. What a sudden reality change when we stepped off, into our material reality . . . on our knees, facing each other holding both hands of the other in ours. Waves breaking over, above and/or beyond our heads twenty-yard closer to our blankets: then we discovered an unusual physical anomaly, breathing beneath the water. How, we didn't stay there long enough to analysis the why or how, maybe in a bubble or whatever, because we did not drown or have water in our lungs.

Completely soaked in four feet of water passing over our heads—August 4/5,1960—freezing cold, wet, somewhat numb to our environment we raced back to our blanket. Delirious of warmth to stop teeth chattering enough to speak, and see if we both experienced, saw, and heard the same thing or something that could explain why we were in the water. Hey, the finale experience on our knees holding hands under water required conformation, to confirm one amazing, unexpected, unique event.

In brief, we established our observation and experiences were the same truths, we would now from this minute on to deal with . . . marriage. We attended a sacred marriage, our marriage, by the decree of the Sacred Ones. They married us to one another sometime during August 4^th and 5^th.

What about all those languages begin relayed at the same instant from the Sacred Father of the Sacred Light Eternal and the Sacred Ones? SunHawk counted more than twenty-five, beside the ten languages he understood and spoke. However, I heard a flow of numerous languages, but could only understand five and spoke only three. Interesting how and the Highest of High, our Sacred Father who is the Sacred Light Eternal and the Highest of the Sacred Ones spoke in countless languages, at once.

SunHawk asks, "Do you think it would be alright if your sacred other half eternal could kiss his sacred other half, eternal since we have been joined in sacred union eternal from which there is no divorce." For the very first time in all the months, since our first touch and all our communication, we never shared a kiss until we shared one simple short kiss between blue lips, since we were that warm and need to get into dry clothes.

Good thing SunHawk planned for just in case changes of clothes. However, by this time of evening we only had our skating outfits to change into. First, we need to get rid of the salt and sand that had attached to us. After we got rid of the sand and salt, we had the scent of dead seaweed and salty fish was the first priority at either an all-night coffee shop or Malibu Pier, whichever came first, especially since you needed to rinse our Levis' to get rid of the

Luck was with us, we found an open place with outside showers for swimmers and surfers, and a beach party happening, before we found Malibu Pier or an all-night coffee shop. Next, stop after desalting and sand an all-night coffee shop, to review our evening events. We had refused to say anything about anything for a couple of hours until after we had physical comfort, which would allow our consciousness to pull events together. Physical comfort and time allow positive conditions to review environment and experiences we observed and interacted with, hopefully to make sense of it all. Two cups of coffee and it was time to discus the events after we arrived at Paradise Cove.

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

Life neither Destiny nor Stone

Only

Assignments—Objectives—Directive

Nothing in life is set in Stone unless . . . Our Great Spirit the guardian of Sacred People and the Holiest of Most Holy—Sacred Father of Light Eternal who is the Highest of the Highest—Decrees:

The following information is about how my husband, SunHawk, and I, Red Sun, met which was unusual enough, but the way we were married, was highly enlightening. Too many who do not understand traditions, the old ways, or the ultimate Sacred Father/Great Spirit this will seen to be no more than a cute story, and possibly hold very little value, when first read. Only to those who have experienced the power of the Great Spirit will it hold any meaning or will they find the enlightenment within the history. Although certain personage has crossed, these are actual, true events not fictionalized or enhanced in any manner.

The year 1960; the place a roller skating rink in San Fernando, California; event designed for meeting of SunHawk, decreed union to Red Sun. We met approximately 29 years, prior to his return home to join the Great Spirit and Elders who had gone before him and his father. What so interesting about meeting ones decreed and arranged husband, you ask? Well, normally it would be a very dull and dry story, but it was the way we met first, interesting timing and how, where and when our marriage occurred. There are certain elders and guardians you say not "NO" to, if you want to have peace and harmony in your life.

At the time, one soon to be the other-half/husband was almost twenty-one and I had just blown out fourteen candles on a birthday cake six-weeks earlier. SunHawk was in the Marine Corp, and dedicated to living life hard and dying young. An agent without . . . a name, past or present, only military ID number, we both had defined plans, determined not to allow anything to get in our way. That is how it was when we first met. SunHawk just completed third stage of in-depth military intelligence training, with twelve months or more before he could return overseas, and live.

Red Sun, No men in my life please, once I got out of high school, it is straight to a convent and dedicate my life to the Sacred Father. Thus, my thought about males: Do not want nun, not looking for one nor not looking for more complications, in my life.

Neither one of us wanted anything to do with the opposite sex, beyond maybe a close brother and sister friendship, but nothing more. Well, these were our plans, until the literal heels overheads falling on each other. The Sacred Father's die was cast he decreed things were not going to be as we thought we wanted, but as had been decreed.

One afternoon, during Christmas vacation, life adventure started with SunHawk and a few friends choosing to change roller rinks for an evening. Instead of going to their normal roller rink in Glendale, California, where they had roller-skated for years, decided to try the roller skating rink, where seven girls' circle of friends attended. Friends had been talking about this completely remodeled and enlarged roller rink, the new floor was fast and good for various specialty skating and fantastic for speed and backwards skating. A good portion of each evening was specialty, free dance styles, couples, and several backward styles, which make for enjoyable and interesting evenings.

Unfortunately, this also happened to be our third time in thirty-months, we missed the early-bird special, by forty-five minutes. To get the early-bird one has to be in line ten minutes prior to ticket office opening, and we were normally thirty to forty-minutes early. This time when we climbed out of the car everyone was already inside. Late, because of a dysfunctional family's need use violent tempers, drinking, and degrading to get their way, leaving us to find alternate transportation to the rink; which is why we were over an hour late.

As normal I was the last one in line to pay the cashier for the afternoon and evening sessions, when something called my attention to one uniquely, interesting persona, already on the floor. One-hundred skaters plus every weekend, each of which we knew by nicknames, not actual names, a skating community that watched out after each other.

The first time, any Indian, decided to skate in traditional ceremony buckskin with beads and quills; which was also very dangerous to skate in, too, with extra long buckskin trailer behind on the ground. Either way maybe the owner has a special show planned, can say this is the strangest character. Hey, maybe they have already had the show. Time to ask the owner: Can you tell me what is going to happen with that Indian guy out on the floor skating, dressed in traditional clothing, with long braids below his waist wrapped in red. Are you planning some sort of a surprise show this evening, with an Indian dancing on roller skates?

Owner in his normal friendly-sour face, "Indian guy, what Indian guy, are you talking about?'

Pointing towards SunHawk, "Right there the one on the floor dressed in brown buckskins with his hair wrapped in red. Don’t you see him the one out there on the floor?"

Owner: "If he didn’t come through here how did he get in? I have bouncers, at each entrance and exist. Need a cross breeze until this place cools, if someone let him in their fired."

He saw no one and his abrupt answer caused me to assume a person overshadowed in a truth vision. Could not explain why but I realized an introduction with instructions to meet; since eagle eye could ferret out what I observed. One buckskin skater of traditional Native American Indian birth, and Crazy Horse in appearance, on his way to war or a ceremony, if a hundred years earlier. Wearing a full war shirt heavily beaded and fringed, leggings with painted bands, plus a long apron like loincloth, fringed and beaded, too, the only difference wearing roller skates instead of moccasins.

Even my skating friends, knew nothing about the dynamics of my life; they neither walked nor lived by the same sacred drums; nor were any of them of the same heritage, and they knew everything they needed to know about Indians from the words of TV Cowboys and narrow-minded whites. Analysis they all believed me strange, except when I spoke what I saw coming or assisting them in life direction and betterment.

Behind the scenes, after hours, behind close doors, across telephone lines, I had unknowing, in secret, become peer councilor, and no one would admit when they took my advice and/or things worked for them. Which is why their words only made me laugh, even though, they unknowingly provide answers, many times it isn't what they say, but the absence of words and thought that tells the story. The reason why it is important to learn how to read them:

What is happening now, Red Sun, have you lost your mind? We have always considered you strange, but now we know for sure U'R strange. We would have noticed some idiot dressed like that here in the rink. Come girl friends lets go skate and leave Red Sun to her imaginary Indian.

Guardians whispers: You saw and Indian surrounded by light energy, revealing the wisdom and truth from your Father. No one else on the floor around him, does that tell you something? Remember, you saw nothing more than blurs of flowing energy, telling you something, touching you.

Personal inwards conscious analysis: We are to meet, when spirit-mind, eyes beyond normal sight can't shake the visual of buckskins, is an introductions to sacred truths. Why else would guardians and the Great Spirit command my attention to (the one I came to know, by the name of SunHawk with the appearance of a young Crazy Horse), a spiritual medicine warrior, of sacred guardian status? What does this mean; we are not on the same spiritual level of sacred medicine power? Few have such skills and I am not one.

Guardians in unison: Red Sun, YOU the daughter . . . must make connection with him, only then will you understand.

Thought projection to guardians: The daughter of whom, you speak in a strong matter of fact tones speak of fathers who arranged our union long ago. You told me to go up to him and talk; he has been waiting for you, too (?). Explain yours, the fathers and the spiritual reasons, for blindsiding both or us. Explain all the reasons why all the urgency and pressure why your demanding urgency of importance.

Guardians: Surprise, plans change, time demands now, you two are only half a unit, combined you two are a whole. One without the other one works at full abilities or capacity.

Mental projection: Okay, but that still misses the mark. No way to deny his powerful presence, one personage presents . . . . Explain . . . . What do you mean I have been waiting for? I have not been waiting for anyone. Look at me I am just fourteen, extremely shy, and you expect me to start talking with/to him. Thinking part and present impact on tomorrow, considering I had strong plans to become a nun.

You know my position, if a male chooses not to speak first I have not right to speak. They is only one other time I might have the make the exception or they need help and give me approval to talk with them. Even then, they must make it obvious; they need and want my help. Besides guardians, if we are to meet, you—my and his guardians—are going to have to make something happen, as to how, when and where we meet, I will leave up to you.

Red Sun, do you understand the term, its time to test the waters . . . This is what you are doing now. The Sacred Ones and Elders' plan, is important to many, we will make it happen, do you promise not to fight us and follow our instruction regarding you two?

Yes, I will follow your instruction.

During the evening, we continue to watch each other; interesting how he was always close by, neither speaking nor touching, just observing, yet unsure about . . . how. Then halfway through the second and last session of the evening, the DJ called a backward specialty hour, with everyone else off the floor: which meant about half or more of the skaters.

After ten or fifteen minutes on the floor, a series of events occurred, which in retrospect at the close of the session it felt staged, to bring two in contact with their other half, in an honorable way. Backward in motion, I looked behind me forward, only to discover SunHawk, weaving between and around skaters, closing in fast, with only a couple of skaters separating us . . . . Heart pounding in my ears, watching SunHawk's glowing face looking straight at me, I began to pray: Some how, some way, if we are going to meet, make something happen, now.

Pray projection receives a fast answer considering what was happening with emotions and mind:

1. Continuous thoughts about the other had overpowered thoughts and guardians not letting up clouded reason.
2. Looks we transmitted between each other.
3. Both halves equally determined to meet.
4. Equals distraction and lose of focus except to the other creates a deaf-blind to surrounds, condition.
5. Alertness guard not connected due to distraction, which is important to prevent injuries and a major entanglement not just a falling pop up that is embarrassment enough.

The real injury happens, to ones self-acquired arrogance. Our arrogance revealed pride and comes pride before the fall, we believed we could handle anything. We failed to pay attention to occurrences in our general area; pride shot down by a fall, we were both arrogant on skates. Needed experience taught us both humbling humility; once we dropped our alertness guard our radar jammed.

Red Sun humility lost first and then SunHawk's; considering several bodies flopped, dropped, and hit the ground within three or four seconds behind and just under me. Neither SunHawk nor Red Sun had fallen at any rink in over a year, which was part of our mystique, to others, too, and our skating ego.

We still needed to get use to the new floor, since this was the first night of the redesigned and renovated rink. Excuses: The music vibration piped in under this new wood floor has a learning curve. We have not learned the different sounds and feelings of people slapping this new floor, beyond the music. What's more, they were just too close, meaning not enough time for sensory perception to react. After all, they were too close to bypass or jump over, without doing serious harm to others and self . . . . Better to drop than require medical care.

Secret deployment of interest, the skater who orchestrated the drop and plop, arrived in the same car, with longtime, four-friends and skating partners. Among strange maneuvering, plotted intervention, drop, and flop, redeploying skating behavior of three skaters in close quarters action, which sent one warrior in a no option direction. Guardians calculated our collision: for full body contact, accepting each other's hand, linking eternal spirits, turning two-halves into a whole; which means eternal bonding of eternal spiritual lives and sacred eternal spirits. . . . Why, what is so important for one sacred warrior and this Red Sun, sacred lives connected? The observers who worshipped two skaters for their skills and lack of falls spoke and thought, "Bum Luck." We realized this event one of our greatest of spiritual advancements.

Oh well, what a marvelous lesson, a time when we experienced what a car must sense in a major car crash and/or the one carrying a football, end sides up trapped and trampled below and above both sides with nowhere to go and unable to move, until the warrior. "Oh hello, how are you doing, do you want a hand up?" He gave me his hand and blocked anyone else from falling over us. Two hands first touch and that is all it took, one answer arrives in our touch of hands on the way up and minutes or seconds after our eyes and hands connected. Unsure of where we stand in our amazing, sacred universe with no one else around us, if people were in our universe, we experience only each other.

Spirits sacred touch, bounces several times passing back and forth from hands to feet, up to head down to hands the other then back again, to connects eternal spirits to physical souls, reaching far into universe beyond physical/spiritual interpretation: which we felt unite our eternal hearts and bonds us one to another. Linking spiritual energies with life eternal: two bodies, two spirits, and two minds, that think as one but separate. Turning two hearts into a whole, which linked us in a higher spiritual manner: Life truths, neither of us appreciated the touch for a couple of weeks. Nor did we honestly understood until sometime later why the urgency of—you two needed to meet now this night not later in time; which another event six months plus later, allowed us to fully realized the what and whys it happened. In a universal way of speaking, life began for us in an amazing way. We recognized a spiritual bond, meant something far greater, than two persons joining hands, the first time did, and we needed to understand all the reasons of why and what really happened between us.

Over the next six months or so, we became hard fast wonderful friends, not lovers. We continued to pursue the answers to our questions: considering we needed to understand, our amazing awakening of gifts, which strengthen multi-skills within— we, gave to and received from each other. Our time together was limited, only a few days each month, since his military classification was covert, a few months shy of twenty-one and I was always six years younger.

For this reason, we felt it was wise not to kiss or touch hands except couple skating couples. After the first night, we assumed we understood what the Sacred Ones and the Great Spirit decreed. We had to face a few problems of their standards and social norm, definitely two different things. The Sacred Ones plan was no longer acceptable or has it even been since his will went against current social standards of religious leaders, personal believe systems, which they use to dictate religious and social reality. Social norms, current believes and laws one can say they are similar to the great divide in the Grand Canyon. Reality, most people believe in religion that benefits them, and not the Almighty's state of affairs, standards or what he decrees, unless delivered before them in stone via sacred messenger. Two universes, numerous religions, and the Almighty are at odds—for centuries both then and now.

SunHawk's career a must even in the eyes of his Heavenly Father, sacred spiritual medicine warrior, and teacher: Our futures, defined by most meet and get to know each other. Once this happened, our guardians never let up, making sure they continued with the bonding. We lived in three worlds for years, through each other's eyes, keeping our spirits in continual contact. All senses enhanced our sensory experiences on all levels of sight, sound, and thought, daily activities, even down to sensing temperatures—internal and external—of the other not by choice, we even sat in on each other's training classes and activities.

Our lives aka basic mental and spiritual universes traveled together daily, our interactions combined cultures, energies and awareness of the others life lessons and our spiritual teachings and sacred wisdom. We learned the sacred rules of living from lessons the other learned and/or experienced, which enhanced our understanding. Second, our connection we continued to experience physical/spiritual closeness when together or apart, our bonding mattered not the distance, we even slept in the spirit together. We were the added strength and eyes of heart and mind in the times of emergency or when needed we combined strength and abilities, in addition to our very active/interaction connection with the spiritual world of our relations and guardians.

Our spiritual connection meant our Guardians assisted with training activities, they even arranged events so we could meet, they set dates, and times for meetings. They directed our life on numerous levels to make sure we were able to strengthen our universal, cultural, spiritual, and personal bonding. We felt akin to a major assignment, or a very important project, for whatever reason or reasons ahead we realized this current action involved countless futures. They ran interference, with two personalities their balancing act to guard against and prevent trouble. Sometimes, what creates trouble here is not in harmony with what His Our Heavenly Father decrees; however, if we were careless SunHawk could receive a court-martial for even speaking with Red Sun, a minor, more than once or twice.

Consequently, we would always meet at the roller rink or he would come to my home and we would talk to each other with a wall between us, by an open window, hidden by evergreens. In this manner, we hoped to prevent even a camera from taking any compromising pictures, because eyes or hands never touched and others could only surmise. Especially, behind bushes, between sheer drapes, the lines we never crossed or allowed pictures that could put us together.

Nevertheless, the military was not our biggest concern. The biggest of all, one more dangerous and always deceitful to any and everyone around her, one extremely dark narcissist sociopath, who for a couple of decades continued to practice the darkest of the dark arts, thus one so dangerous no one dared to trust her. The deceiver sold her eternal life and soul to evil and worshipped Satan, when she killed her first born. The one, who falsely declared, she was my mother, considering I was not her natural, foster, or adoptive child, but one she receives big money for holding me secretly under her roof. Her hatred for Red Sun, the child she conceived robed her of her youth and sexual appeal, but gave her utmost of pleasures, in injuring. Her dark believes gave her permission to do everything possible to destroy Red Sun. Especially, when she perceived she could inflict eternal life (material/spiritual) injuries and/or a combination of family, career, physique, including philological, intellectual, and psychological damage, on Hunter, Red Sun, and et al. Fact of reality she lives to enjoy ruining families, lives and career.

Harsh reality, the more darkness, and damage she held the power to inflict the better, unless people agreed to pay her blackmail in the process. Each time she could twist it to involve and harm Red Sun on any level of life; it increased her sexual passion, which translated into raised levels of demonic passion. The demonic passion allowed her dark spirit to dance and claim another short-lived victory. Now you understand why our guardians had to work overtime to deflect demonic interference.

Leap-of-Faith . . . Demands Time and Presence

In the world of our Heavenly Father, things awaken and moved an avenue for us, when one money tight owner, surprised everyone when he decided to have a Grand Opening Triple Special Weekend. Starting Noon Friday August 4 thru Sunday August 6 until 0030 August 7, each day, jammed packed with triple sessions, and life entertainment each evening from 2000 hours to 0030. Purchase your tickets the first session on Friday August 4 or have someone purchase it for you, you will get a ten percent discount against the cost of nine special sessions. The owner and family's first an only event of such great magnitude, especially when they hired a live band for the evening sessions, considering the owner and family had received instructive dreams to do this. They made an extra twenty-five-thousand dollars, after expenses. Considering the rink was only open for one session Friday evening and two sessions Saturday from 4 P.M. to mid-night, and no sessions on Sundays, which people took socializing advantage of and meeting new people.

Sacred Guardians played on Elinora's greed; along with Glen Hunter's desire to allow Red Sun some time to be free of Elinora. Glen Hunter knew he was only my earthly guardian not biological or adoptive parent, but still he realized I needed some freedom to be a teenager. Elinora was more of a prison warren and slave master, not guardian. Glen Hunter was always struggling against her plan to inflict pain and injury on people. A mother in name only, she lost their daughter by design to make Dark Priestess, first-born lost her lifeblood for others to drink, which someone in the cult revealed long after statue of limitations.

Our sacred guardians' instructions regarding leap-of-faith arrived a few days prior to SunHawk's birthday and we saw the banner the day of his birthday. The minute we read the banner announcing a rare three-day triple session . . . The voices of many in unison, "The time has come to take a leap-of-faith. When the reasons for all will appear, we will give you the steps to follow to ensure you can take and fulfill your leap-of-faith. Right now, you two need to consider if you accept our challenge.

To accomplish this requires extra duty for SunHawk and extra housework details for Red Sun. We will help talk Elinora and Glen Hunter into take a Vegas vacation. Use the idea that Elinora will have extra money to spend in Vegas, and possible even win big. Extra money to claim because of no baby-sitter and housekeeper cost. You will be safe if they allow you to do a sleepover during the special with a special friend of twenty-three, who enjoys skating and will watch after Red Sun just the same way Elinora does. This is the beginning of the plan for the three-days of triple sessions, which will help prevent complications; we will give you the rest of the details later.

We continued to enjoy every opportunity and minute together. Late in the evening, once we decided to arrange ways o follow their instruction, and made arrangements with Susan, a skating partner of SunHawk and Red's, whose husband is in Vietnam, and realized we needed some time together, and will allow you and Red Sun to sleepover, at her place. Guardians: Okay, SunHawk put your covert-op training, into action, borrow DO NOT rent, a different car. You two disgust yourselves as the Cheyenne couple that's Susan's neighbor. Don't worry, Red Sun's parents will accept her spending the entire weekend, and the Cheyenne couple will help you. On you way to Susan's disguise your appearance into a redheaded female, then change from man to redheaded woman. Then use the wig of long, dark hair, suggestive of the Cheyenne couple, who enjoys skating, too.

He borrowed a red-wig, from a friend's wife. Susan purchased the long dark black hair wig and braided to look similar to the Cheyenne neighbor's hair. Truth, after SunHawk dressed up in female clothes, he made women jealous, especially those that recognized him. Why not, even I was jealous . . . female clothes and the way he applied make-up, SunHawk looked fantastic and incredibly sexy with a lean body, well shaped long legs, great chest builders, and hairless arms, once he covered his throat, he looked female. The reason for the disguises, his classification, allowable perimeters for leave, Vietnam War, which cast long shadows, covert-ops and no one could be sure of what might require an emergency call up, travel time from point of leave to Twenty-Nine Palms, meant no more than one-hour. Even the roller rink his handler deemed outside the perimeters, because it was one hour and twelve minutes. Nevertheless, his handler never mentioned about our time together, yet we suspected/sensed he/we had observers watching us.

The support team we enlisted had witnessed the sacred electric energy of spiritual lights flowing between. We could be acres apart, in different rooms, across the room in a large crowd, and they could still observe the connection flowing, and they knew It was important for us to be together.

Consequently, he left his car inside the perimeter of leave boundaries, which is also where he normally stayed, when on leave, to cause the observers confusion.(Mouse and Hawk, the hawk needed to hide from the mouse this time.) Red drove him over to Susan, where arrangements by our guardians had insured we had support to borrow a car; actually, we had an offer made to us for the load of a car. The three-night weekend turned into a four nights and five-day weekend; which assisted in the guardians' plan (sleepover cover) from Thursday night to late Monday afternoon. SunHawk decided Susan could help him look sexy female clothes and she did, she loaned him her clothes.

Friday the four of us headed out to the rink in time to purchase the special early bird weekend passes, with (three-day) discounts and loan them to others to have them time stamped for us each sessions. Friday, we spent all three sessions at the rink, SunHawk changed appearance and disguises during each session, with four wigs, clothing, and one special make-up case: sexy female, gay transvestite, German to SunHawk and back to the German, with language and accent. We needed to see who might be following, if he disappeared. We knew what behavior to watch for; once they assumed he disappeared, or tricked them . . . they would panic. Red and Susan took off to eat, in his car and we rode home with the Cheyenne couple.

[Leap-of-Faith: This was the first time I had ever deceived Glen Hunter, but we had to follow a higher power, before SunHawk receives an assignment overseas and it was important (?) for us to spend some time together. Then the selfish side wanted to spend some special time together, even if it was just one day.]

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences

No Turning Back

This is the place that joined me to my sacred spirit of the Indigenous peoples of this land, you can take the child away from her peoples, but you can't take the people out of the child. This is my road to walk and the Sacred Guardians were determined I would be awakened to the spirit others wanted to destroy.

Several decades later it’s still incredible . . . how a lifetime could be influenced by one trip to Yellowstone National Park. Through her launching of autocatalysis components/events/interaction, what happened within her proved to be the turning point in my life? This day once again, my spirit calls out . . . “Sacred Yellowstone, Yellowstone the heart of our Sacred Mother Earth, Yellowstone the life maker and life breaker, if people only knew the medicine power within you. If I ask, will you remember and answer . . . how can events seemly unrelated, connect and awaken spiritual abilities by your infusion of truths into life and spirit? Hundreds may come to you and experience or see nothing, while others you treat to autocatalysis components -- awakening life’s true direction. From which there is no turning back. Yellowstone, your miraculous skills have the gift to awaken multi dimensions of life (via unrelated far-flung events) or so it might appear. Until . . . your life and mine joined for a time or a sacred lifetime?

Truth of heart and spirit . . . no imagination can prepare any individual for your incremental introduction to a child of lives major autocatalytic induction of interaction and vital knowledge: which either alters ones life course, create a set of unique components, whereby your impartation and formation of new or revised blueprints for life, living and purpose. Cause and affects are true autocatalysis components: when induction thereof solidified and pulled together (a once out of control and all too often floundering heart and foundation), thus you set the progression of life’s path for untold adventures.

Yellowstone I say to you, no amount of imagination, could have prepared this child for your unique autocatalytic adventures: As a tidal wave changes a landscape, your autocatalysis influences changed, awakened and reset this child’s personal history. Most important your influence lead to lives saved, in addition to the generous enhancement to many other life journeys, through which the opportunity was given them to improve balance, as well.

“My name is Red Sun, who had lived a total three-full-cycles and three seasons, when you and I connected. Even though truth of reality suggests, Red Sun was (one of many) across time you have taken to your heart and introduced them to your far-reaching, wonderful autocatalysis influences. Truth of life: at the time I was too young to understand your greatness and love, but now my heart sings a song of love and thanks. However, no one was going to convince me of this during our journey from Riverdale, California, to where? Not until the second day of what was turning into endless: I want to die carsickness. Glen Hunter and Elinora decided to reveal the whys and whereabouts of this journey.”

Glen Hunter, “We’re going to Yellowstone Park . . . because of the Korean War: Men/relations called to active duty, businesses sold, belated emergency honeymoons, including a quick operation for gathering of . . . large family reunion. All designed to accommodate a rapidly growing family gathering of western relations. Most of us have been in receipt of dreams instructing us to gather in Yellowstone: since most west coast male relations, B 18 through 40 years B are called up to active duty. . . . How can I explain this to you so you will understand? After conferring with your Grandmother M, the family units decided it was important to have a reunion, before husbands, brothers and sons go off to war. Many families, including ours, are moving to other parts of the country . . . to give . . . to give . . . peace of mind for one thing, while men are separated from their families.”

Elinora, “Hunter, sold our car dealership and arranged to move us back to the land of his birth, Kentucky, where he believes his brothers will be able to watch over his farm, and us too. Hunter’s convinced he will not return home on his feet, if he is able to return home at all. I think that is a lot of hog wash: he’s not going to die in Korea. However, he will not be happy until we’re planted in the middle farm country, slopping hogs and chasing chickens. I’m a city lady not a farm drudge.”

“You will get use to it, Elinora, you knew who and what you were marrying when you married me.” Sharp chuckle, “Red Sun, the exact reason or reasons for Yellowstone refuse to be identified, except in the Creator’s time: Yellowstone’s summons through her song which has become a deep itch, haunting everyone’s spirit. Yellowstone’s spirit refuses to let go . . . all vacation spots turned into black holes, from the oceans of San Diego, as well as, all coastal ports in-between. Next, we searched inland from Big Bear to Yosemite then up through the Grand Tetons, our visions for our gathering hit up against brick walls: life would fail if not Yellowstone. Even when we tried to speak of going any place other than . . . we got sick. As you’re car sick now, we too were hit with the same violent sickness, which only departed when we set our sights on Yellowstone. We decided we would camp, where Grandmother M vision instructed, south of Ol’ Faithful and north of the Grand Tetons, inside Yellowstone, the only compromise allowed.

“Ah, bull! . . . Visions . . . which this family suddenly has plenty of . . . ? Nor has anyone’s intuitions been able to interpret Yellowstone’s song: Why these demands have to be accommodated at some camp-p-p? G-r-r-r-round rather than a lodge, with running water and indoor plumbing? That’s why we’ll drop you off to stay with your grandmother and we’re going to stay at the lodge.”

“Neither, Elinora’s opinion notwithstanding . . . nor even one-single dream released us from Yellowstone’s call. We received repetitions of Yellowstone dreams challenged us: it was her and no place else, we were not going to be released from her influences until we all agreed to answer Yellowstone’s call: dreams, visions, voices or intuition, it matters not, how one might refer to Yellowstone’s haunting, mystical, control. Once everyone contacted Grandmother M, with their impressions, she translated the Great Spirit insisted our families gather at Yellowstone and no place else, if these visions which haunt our spirits are to stop.

“That’s some joke Red Sun! . . . Your Grandmother M’s voice must always be the final decision.”

“Red Sun, when Grandmother M speaks people really listens to her words. But this you know. Don’t listen to Elinora, she’s just mad because no one gave into her way and headed to Vegas. Then ‘We the people,’ have learned not to dispute Grandmother M’s spoken decrees. Failure to do so is tantamount to suicide: regrettable backlashes rise up to slap us in the face not just for a season either, but for many a season.”

“Glad for them, but my strength continues to diminish, every hour of our travels, life force is close to nothing. Strange too is how by this third day of carsickness, body and spirit felt closer to death, every minute something more within me is being striped away, almost ever ounce of life force, is gone, I’m empty. Unable to raise head or limbs (slipping in and out of consciousness) with face buried in wet towels.”

Little Red Sun slipped away into unconsciousness, until . . . we were close within the spirit of Yellowstone. Sickness departed slowly, but not until your shadow crossed my face . . . as the sensation of spirits joined, did strength increase influences of life anew. Hard to believe after days of lying flat, life returns, by way of a gift illuminated by the sacred spirit of Earth Mother’s Yellowstone. It matters not, because this gift allowed the child, en route to grandmother, an opportunity to look out the car windows from an upright position.

Around suppertime, we pulled into the third camp area, senses tingled Grandmother M . . . “There! Over there! She’s coming out of her Airstream.” Tumble from the back into the front, across and over Elinora, head first in a sudden leap through her window, into grandmother’s open arms: “Hooray, we’re here!”, before Hunter turned the engine off. Love touch connects . . . gentle hand of sacred spirit breeze, summons sacred life energizing energies . . . two hearts, minds and spirits: flow as one . . . visions shared unspoken words from sacred mother heart of Yellowstone: Flashes, implied this was a time of vast importance -- a wounded life’s circle came to heal -- Red Sun is here to meet her past, embrace the rebirth of her present, for her future to achieve greater strengths for others to survive.

Less than a minute in time: experiences flash in milliseconds reality through several visions loaded with information, yet our view of ones life history, traveled through a spirit portal over an hour in spirit time. World turning around us, time being reset as life travels from the if-fen shadows of life history into -- so shall it be heavens light. Upon our return from the journey, grandmother voiced nothing, but telepathic eye contact said more than words could express -- one of many ways we shared communications: Yes, its an important time in our lives, Red Sun . . . a child who would not be here now, if several seasons earlier, the Creator had not guided his humble messenger, by his sacred hands of love, to return life to a child death. Then twice more, in less than ten-months her life restored, after the rescue of a young Red Sun, from a house of murder.

Arms around neck, placing kisses on her cheeks, forehead, chin, corners of mouth and nose, before our favorite position of forehead to forehead: I hear you, know this, my life is yours. If not for your connections and skills . . . arching back to struggle with hand sign language—eye . . . no B no 4 U . . . Sorry—shake hands, for acknowledgement to grandmother: sign not good yet.

Yellowstone, you, as Grandmother M, are proven true/rare spiritual women, well loved and respected. However, I can’t say how all see or feel you, but I can say all who knew her, were touched or walked across her aura, sense a true sacred spiritual presence: Considering individual spirits acknowledges this is a sacred mother, sacred messenger, saint, guardian, spiritual guide, teacher, missionary, healer and friend. Nevertheless, neither of you women have ever written a book, held public office, but you have had publicity agents promoting, you. Regardless, by the hour of my birth, one had touched generations of . . . across all cultural backgrounds and language groups . . . while the other had touched and influenced hundreds of thousands across a number of decades. What can be said of the both of you, you are sacred women who stimulate -- individual awakenings of intellectual talent through ones mind and spirit.

[Sorry, Grandmother M’s history, I’ll have to save for another time, inasmuch as, her life history and mine with her can’t be written in less than 500 pages, because of the vastness of wisdom and influences: in combination with Yellowstone and Grandmother M, along with an abundance of history, nature and eternal wisdom, directing life and knowledge back to my roots – through osmosis ingestion awakening ones lifetime to decades of knowledge which in turn connect one to generations of history. Even with the infusion took many seasons to classify, categorize, as well as, a useful maturity to understand, now maybe you can understand why it can’t be put into a few pages either. All this happened within a short space of time once our lives became interconnected.]

Several days later life force, acknowledged strength was close to being replenished, as spirit regained balance, after hours of enjoyment with the sky spirits, while absorbing Yellowstone’s life giving forces. Spirit overloaded with tears of enthusiastic happiness, spinning around in a whirlwind presentation of joyous circles: “It’s beautiful. Can you sense all the spirit forms? I love this place. The simple pleasures of communication with life, spirit filled with an abundance of song and knowingness, through observations and absorption of life, eagles and hawks soar through the canyon, each adding to my life. Truth spirit heart is full here in Yellowstone, not hungry or empty. Our Sacred Earth Mother reveals more about our interdependency via our connection which feeds spirit and gives life. Grandmother M, I wish you could understand why I can’t play with two-dimensional children, being close to them hurts my spirit, makes me cry, they tell too many lies. Don’t ask me to play anymore let my spirit flow and grow here in Yellowstone.

“Yellowstone Mother, tell me why this Red Sun, a child of . . . cycles(?), walks in life void of communication abilities and/or desires, among persons incapable of reason, who seemed to do nothing more than mimic the parents of their, parents’ personalities. Persons lacking conversation abilities beyond basic, me, myself and I. Persons who lack within necessary capacities to absorb multi-dimensions of Earth Mother’s beauty, all around us. Tongues, hearts and spirits mixed with half-truths and flat lies. Yellowstone easy on my spirit, easy to communicate with, life awakens to the spirit of animals and two-legged persons filled with spirit, too. Life is an important adventure, so much to learn and even more to absorb. Where in time . . . did these life transformation experiences and spiritual connections, begin?”

Whirlwind dance comes to a fast halt . . . to ask questions face to face: “Grandmother M, tell me? What is this deep emotion stirring from within a call for a spirit too long asleep to understand this child’s roots? Why does it feel this Yellowstone, is an area as sacred as walking into heaven’s highest and most sacred of holy churches?”

Grandmother stood disguising silence of spirit and voice with her impressive smile . . . desirous to hear what new words she saw growing. One more of Red Sun’s verbalizations (excuses) for her behavior. She didn’t have to wait long. ”Life here speaks to me as no other place I’ve been. Sacred Earth Mother is . . . does communicate her love by her ability to embrace this child in her spiritual love. Grandmother M, speak to me truths . . . why not until now, have I not been able to recognize what is meant, when one says their spirit’s hungry. Yet, now that I have been absorbed into and feed by nature’s spirit, her life forces, spiritual energy, her sacred love and medicine knowledge, in addition to all we have been through. Heart says and spirits reveals it wasn’t until now this time here, I’ve been able to recognize the real truth of what you said about my empathetic abilities and how it feeds a spirit.”

Perception of Grandmother M as a fountain of knowledge and honesty, this Red Sun received great pleasure, having the first-half of our together vacation, free from Elinora . . . free to ask question, after question, after question . . . in quest of wisdom with reference to differences between openness of life, mind and spirit, confronted by life to learn from Grandmother M and Yellowstone. At least every other day or was it just hours apart? . . . A small push by a guardian, arrived to incite one strange question, voiced out in different ways. As guardian speaks to Red Sun’s spirit, Red Sun repeated words which sent Grandmother M into a nervous silence. Yet, her nervous silence relayed volumes with each confrontation of questions: either asked wrongly in time, place or in front of persons, who need not know the reason for the questions. Her guardians would prevent her reply by temporary paralyzes of throat, keeping silent words forbidden or not ready to be spoken. Yet, volumes sought release to be spoken, as revealed in her eyes framed with tears. Words allowed were vocalized through whispers, “I will have to pray on your question and give you an answer later.”

In retrospect, it was the right place to receive answers, as these questions were part of the stage backdrop for answers: to be revealed in the hour and way commanded by decree. Question: Why do I feel so different, not special, but just different from children of lighter skin? It is hard for me to communicate with the rest of our relation or people of light skin, too. Sorry, but most of the time it’s hard for me to relate to your daughter and Glen. Why is it, I don’t feel they are my parents? Grandmother M, explain? Your skin is light, but your spirit is different and easy to communicate with. Explain?” Silent smile, eyes rimmed with water and the same words whispered: AI . . . pray . . . on questions . . . answer later.”

Strange how many lifetime events change truths within the short span of a day, what we assumed (to be) in reality wasn’t. Ideas, of words spoken, defined a day designed to . . . (invoke autocatalysis chemistry/influences.) “Red Sun, the significance of this day is that we are at the halfway point, it’s time to get you up before the sun, so we can experience the beauty of early morning. Its important to us, inasmuch as most of the campers within our campsite are still asleep, once everyone wakes up, the real beauty is drowned out. Listen to what Earth Our Sacred Mother and the Creator say to you.” Her words summonsed the messengers: Spiritual lightning struck, thunder of eagle wings sounded close overhead, symbols of sign—awakened times at hand: Instructs the panoramic view of many spiritual doors to be fling wide-open between material and spiritual universes. Excitement of changes delivered adventures arrived as sacred lightning, the first day of the halfway point, who would have thought . . . other than Grandmother M, that is?

The wall of invisibility . . . vanished between universes. Silence of . . . what silence? Sacred eagle calls forth, “Awaken . . . spirit thunder” . . . As the beat of awakening upon ones spirit drum of life, POW! Magnification of communications: a flood of soundless, knowing awareness, by absorption of wisdom’s knowledge. Beyond reasons, earthly comprehension asks how a single tone of . . . (by the sacred eagle song and sacred wings) command and control a new awakening: Enhancement (by a hundredfold) sensory perception reception -- transmitted via spirit and live form -- close within and/or across the canyon: voices, sounds, subconscious communication, songs of spirit wind are songs of life: summonsing life to lessons, through enrichment of ones abilities to learn by way of -- absorption, thought power, experiences and wisdom. Introductions to uplifting environment provide powerful spiritual, healing to mind, body and spirit. Next introductions to hostile torturous actions, producing somewhat different reactions to negative communications and/or behavior: destructive painful violence, robbing life force -- big understatement. Mind spinning with all the influx of empathetic influences healing, ripping and tearing mind, body and spirit, falling to the ground as a person close to death. Crying out to the universe: “Overload, is this what our Earth Mother and the Creator go through?”. . . Brain blacked out to escape the pain.

Eagle called, spirit awakened, stunned by how each sweet, care filled note possessed the ability to heal, uplift and restore life to ones spirit, as well as, how increases in harmony is capable to infuse one with the sensation of journeys on the winds of life’s wisdom. Eagle calls forth Red Sun’s spirit to accept and soar with them, among and beyond the clouds: each tone not just a note but the unitization of energy with spirit revealed within it the power to awaken long locked away universal wisdom. Eagles’ songs combined with the hawks, turned physical needs into a memorization of spirit nourishment among life’s bounty, ending desires for physical food: Each note more persuasive than the last, passionate . . . inspiration . . .

Spirit/child (not physical-child) rides the wings of a spirit-trance, as songs guide Red Sun from the breakfast table to an alcove at campsite edge, a few yards from a steep drop-off, into a river maybe a mile or more below in the canyon. Alcove unknown . . . knowledge of how-to-access C a mystery, yet this child laid braced against a dirt wall. Observation of life through spirit eyes, yes. Eagles and hawks holding Red Sun’s spirit high above earth clouds: Spirit free, soars, circles, dances with live, far away from body hidden at canyon’s edge, to keep it safe. Gentle breezes touch and snuggle spirit among the soft whisper of winds, in motion across the trees . . . maintains physical, in touch with spirit.

Okay? . . . What? . . . Who? . . . Summons? . . . Who is it that demands, Red Sun’s spirit to return from spirit journeys with eagles and hawks. Why’s a wet nose bumping my shoulder? Bump, bump, shove. Demanding nose: where am I? Peeking around through eyes of physical and spiritual, adjusting senses to new unknown environment and accesses. How did I get here? How did the nose get here? Can . . . can’t see . . . feel . . . small flat wet nose . . . mind search . . . what might be . . . not bear? “Wet nose size of a pony or calf?”

Wet nose: Good! Red Sun, it took long enough to summons spirit back to body.

Sniff, sniff . . . sense the wind: No animal smells. Sounds like a pony, feet of hoofs not claws, snorts of pony or calf. “May I look and see?” I have to know who belongs to the wet nose.

Wet nose: Know this I’ve come in love. For as you see me, I am . . . a white buffalo calf . . . Spirit of the White Buffalo Calf Woman, I’ve been sent by the Great Spirit to teach you, to awaken you to your true spirit of birth.

Contagious—her words spoke volumes of sacred love with equal balances of light and life.

Wet nose: I am the white buffalo calf woman. Come touch me we have a long journey to take, this day.

Head turns to look back, across right shoulder: “Wow-w-w-w, your beautiful, cloud white, gentle spirit-song heart, you are what?” Raised arms up to hug neck, “I love . . .”

Hand on wet nose, blink of an eye: merge of spirit minds, propels us through worlds, of time and space; past, present and/or future; seasons of journey in Creator’s time: Questions answered not yet asked, perplexed by questions both ask and unspoken; questions asked seasons past of Guardians, Grandmother M, Creator and/or life receive answers.

[Cannot say how many levels of communications evolved throughout our journey as voices did not pass through lips, yet we shared what seemed to be a universe of communications in a short span of time: Impressions to sensations of seasons, places and activities, universe filled with thoughts, ideas, pictures, life action, colors, words, music and environments. Our time together proved more alive than one can obtain at the movies, more powerful than most visions or visitations with ones relations at family reunions. Nevertheless, her skills of traveling, returned us back in time, to within a few minutes of when we left.]

Some may call it out-of-body-experience, some dream state, others trance like-state: but that’s them not me. Spirit recognizes physical form of communication, but wasn’t ready to rejoin, as spirit voice, challenged wet nose for clarification of communication, inasmuch as volumes of information could be lost in through some other from of translations.

Truth, for the time we shared in contact, our spirits proved to be capable of intense, none verbalized, high level communication translation via perceptions of intense of spirit voices: pictures, energies, sensations and absorption influencing all of ones senses and precognitive abilities, which takes a while to readjust and align to everyday conditions, upon ones return a journey of such intense beauty and mass. A journey which linked countless days, activities, adventures and universes from here and beyond within the midst of (or throughout) where in time and space?

Red Sun’s heart expresses through spirit voice:

White Buffalo opens door to . . . that which called from faraway . . . in here.

Touch right hand to heart and left to wet nose’s forehead for transmission of voice through hands to broadcast inner-vision:

Life lost in winter, long, has awakened to spring. We are of the same spirit-heart, and culture-heritage. Spirit true is red . . . not white. Life speaks on universe of different levels. Spirit of birth comes not from those I call parents, here this day, but from mother crossed . . . elder relations and ancestors . . . answers why spirit has felt empty. Wonder if wet-nose understands what I’m trying to say?

Wet nose:

Most of our sacred spirit journey must be kept silent, as you need information, it will return as flashes of deja vu. But know certain information cannot be shared except when instructed by the Great Spirit or through instructions, you will know, you will be guided to speak.

Red Sun spirit speaks again through hands:

You opened eyes, you opened mind to ancestors past and relations present . . . revealed truths hidden, you came to tell a sacred child-of-red, she was well loved by the Creator, he sent many to welcome his sacred child. Sorrow filled heart of child . . . when . . . embracing us/them . . . Chiefs and Medicine Men . . . past/present awakened memories locked . . . birth mother appeared walking with elders. Love embracing us, by many who wore the bonnets of . . . all whom Red Sun recognized as family . . . dressed in buckskins pure (left no question) mother of blood crossed. Many emotions flooded spirit . . . bonds of love healed heart and strengthened this spirit, too.

Wet nose:

Red Sun, hear me? You have been sent here to help save the people. The Creator/Great Spirit has decreed for us a long, strong journey together, as you have seen, but for this to take place answer your heart: Do you accept the fact you will have many lessons to learn, do you accept all your duties and responsibilities C not power or position? Answer true for from your answer, there is no turning back?”

Recalling our journey, answer pop forth before the second heartbeat:

Yes, there is no question in my heart; I accept ALL the Great Spirit asks. I accept all duties and responsibilities.

Wet nose:

Red Sun, from this day forward we are as one, I will be as much a part of you, as you will be apart of me, we will grow strong in life, together.

Red Sun:

Grandmother M calls, through telepathic communication, I want her to meet you.

Wet Nose:

Answer your Grandmother in spoken words.

Shouted word sounds, “Grandmother over here.” Maybe, but not sure if words sounded lucid? “Wet nose, white buffalo woman, please meet her, you will make her spirit happy, too”

Sounds of dirt under feet . . . pebbles tumbling downwards on head and shoulders, in route to the earth, taps and bounces calls attention up and backwards, into Grandmother’s face. Strange face eyes in mouth and mouth in eyes as tongue flapped, upside down. “Found you my little one, are ready for lunch?”

Hand slips from wet nose, as I turned to face Grandmother M, with excitement high. “Grandmother, I want you to meet my friend, white buffalo . . .” She’s gone. Jaw dislodges as knees hit the ground, hands in rapid motion to stop tears, “Ah! . . . What? . . . She goes . . . here . . . no where? . . . Grandmother, did you see a white buffalo leave?”

ANo child, I have only seen you here. But what I see here, tells me of what you speak is truth. These hoof prints other than yours are buffalo calf hoof prints.”

“But . . .

“Don’t cry child, we see what our Creator wants us to see. The white buffalo calf came to you, not me, even though I didn’t see her. It does not mean her visit is of any less importance, for you or me. Its time, for lunch: now take a couple of deep breaths, surround yourself with the light then when you are ready give me your hand.

Sitting on the edge, she extends her hand, to assist me out as there was no other way out. Our hands connect and she lifts, “Up we go. ... Know this child, the knowledge of the white buffalo calf visit, tells me much. Listen to pebbles falling off of Red Sun to the ground. Here let’s dust you off.” Cough, cough, “Dust be gone, big dust cloud, what have you been doing to get so dusty, Red Sun?”

“Dust be gone.” Pat, pat, each pat increased dust cloud and childish smile: “Grams how did I get here? Did the eagles carry me? I can only remember gliding with . . .

“Tell me about your adventures, as we walk to lunch.”

“I traveled with the eagles and visited with twelve Great Chiefs, called to stand before the Great Spirit. They revealed I was a child-of-red, ancestors and relations, red. Your daughter is not the mother of my blood or Glen the father of my blood, this I learned when I journeyed with the white buffalo calf woman, across past, present and future. Visited truths of birth beyond, mother crossed, sacred child of the Great Spirit, sent to save the people . . . our reason together. All said this child was to listen to you, because you are a very sacred woman, the Great Spirit/Creator chose you for me, an important teacher, one of several teachers. Many lessons, much to learn, much to be taught, many people to help, without us thousands of lives will be lost, needlessly. All said many lessons to learn in life, to understand how-to-help others. You and the buffalo are very important teachers, for this Red Sun.”

Patting the bench several times, “Sit here child, down, everyone has waited on you. Now eat your lunch.” She whispers in my ear so the family and friends around us ears can not hear, “Don’t say a word, for others here to hear, only know we will talk. Believe me we’ll talk a lot, since this you learned I have known, but not until now, did I understand the extent of the Creator’s plan.”

“Great Spirit!”

“One in the same, he is known and called by many names.”

About halfway through lunch, looking around the area, after all but an elder at the other end of big picnic table had disappeared: “Grandmother! Mother bear said she would be by my side. She said we would be as one. Where is she, I don’t see her.”

“You’re trying to tell me, you have gone brain numb, you know the difference between physical and spiritual beings, Red Sun.”

“Yes, but I thought of her as Rusty, the spirit Indian/visual dog, you gave me. Although, I was wondering how you were going to get her home?

“In my trailer, is that what you were thinking? Truth? . . . “

“Yes, trailer! TRUTH. . . “

“Red Sun! I realize part of this is my fault, because you have much to learn about many things here in Yellowstone, including her different personalities. Truth about buffalo: there are differences between spiritual and physical buffalo although they may seem similar in physical and visual aspects, but they differ in scent, behavior and personalities, for starters.

“Know this truth, if people around here saw a white buffalo calf, they would try to capture and enslave it. Greedy people only see profits of much money, not the purpose of a sacred animal: they would also use and abuse you if they saw her with you.”

“But . . . Grandmother? Spirit beings that visit us are not ones we can touch and feel as we do each other. Yet?”

“Interpretation, my child, this (white spirit) buffalo calf, you A-S-S-U-M-E-D . . . assumed she would be by your side as Rusty?”

“What you said.”

“Know this child: she is a sacred spirit buffalo who can appear in many ways. Only time combined with experiences will you understand, when she is with you, making sure you learn her teachings: Remember not all lessons are or will be easy to learn. Neither, can I promise you will know, you learned nor understand what you learned, until many seasons later?”

Child listen as you eat, let me tell you more information about the sacred white buffalo calf woman, her meaning, importance, teaching and gifts to the Native American Indian peoples. After she told me the traditional history of wet nose: “Wow, Grandmother M, never knew how smart, before the eagles call and the buffalo.”

“Not sure why child, but my visions suggest these next couple of weeks for ‘Red Sun, the sacred child’ will come many sacred events, which involves the two of us. As you have this day, you will experience many things that will awaken you to life lessons, upon which to build a strong foundation.” Touches her nose and ear—meant this is of great importance—sense and listen close. “Do nothing to displease the Creator or Sacred Mothers during this time, as a sacred doorway is open wide, not a just a small window of communications, but an opening as big as this camping area. You/we will be walking within both for a time. Observe all that takes place at this campsite within both. It holds answers for your future, too.”

“Like what?”

AKeep in mind, sacred lessons of life come in strange and unexpected ways. A time when one thinks tongues are speaking, minds are meeting. We are in a space of time when all barriers between universal communications are nonexistence. A time when all are given the ability to observe, sense, touch, as well as, understand via communication of mind and spirit. A time when guardian angels, of heaven, are close, in observation and preservation of records, as well as, designation of lessons intended for personal consciousness and wisdom.”

“Yes, Grandmother . . . what you say from here where we stand, through the eyes of this child to be one of the Creator/Great Spirits experience work/learn (macho m>s) vacations.”

“Red Sun maybe the visions of the past few weeks, invoked the impressions of open windows and pictures on many seasons: more on the order of sacred seasons.”

“Why do you say C seasons? Season implies several moons and seasons mean changing of moons, crops and dress.”

“Yes, and four seasons make a cycle. Never mind we’ll talk about events and meanings after your nap. Now for another surprise, you’re going to take your nap in that tent at the far end, by the showers today.”

“Whose tent is it?”

“Your parents, tent?”

“They don’t have a tent?”

“As of mid-morning they do. They will be here this evening or that is what I was told when their luggage was delivered. Your dad also sent word it would be nice, if you reacted to Elinora, as if you missed her.”

“You know that’s false, there is no love between us and you want me to lie.”

“You heard the words. Make your dad happy by your expressions of love her mom. Make her feel you do love her, maybe you two will learn to get along with each other?”

After a couple of (just-because) childish josh-filled protests, commonsense realized it was time to head off for the tent, it was fruitless to go against Grandmother M. This child/spirit respect of a sacred elder and sacred lady had to bow to her fair and logical judgment.

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

Who would beleive a child and bear cubs could play together with mother grizzly watching

it happened and changed my life for the better and that is what this stroy is about.

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Mother Said  

Yellowstone Autocatalysis Influences

No Turning Back

The sacred power of the Grizzly Bear for turning back was not allowed, yet.

Kick-en-dust-about along the dusty roadway to the tent: perceived by this child a lonely journey, seeing the clouds of dust gave rise to impressions of some remarkable connection with Yellowstone. Head races at the speed of a race car with throttle wide open, trying to psychoanalysis activities of the day: eyes and mind only half-register activities of a large tall standing grizzly bear, using her gifts of observation, to investigate the child, Red Sun from a distance. Campers’ guideline: Grizzly bear require caution before entering where bears might be. Eyes recorded no bears or other critters in tent, no need for concern, its safe.

Nevertheless . . . eyes fail to record the number of feet determined to take occupancy within the tent: Feet of ten, supports three bodies C same in size. One set of two and two sets of four, enters in unison. One set of two: supports little Red Sun. Two sets of four: supports brother and sister, grizzly bear cubs.

Ballerina eagle, spins to land on the small and separate cot . . . In flight on one foot, movement of three, freeze in motion as eyes freeze frame of life in deep silence for several seconds. AO-o-o-Kay!” Hope, Grandmother M was right?

Two spirit voices in unison: Your Grandmother M was right.

Frozen silent observation returns to three who stops to read face performance behind eyes. Subconscious mind activates: Recall active events, Red Sun review . . . coming to . . . no? What about entering tent . . . maybe . . . no, how not in here . . . when. When? How?

Sister: Beside you.

Red Sun: Why?

Brother: Mother knew, she send.

Red Sun: Oh, Hello! Welcome! Knew what?

Cubs in unison: Hello!

Brother: Mother wrong, child no look . . .

Red Sun: What do you mean . . . I no look?

Sister: Mother wanted . . .

Cubs: wanted you to know, you are one with us.

Red Sun: Why mother send? Your mother might get mad and eat me?

Cubs: Oh! No! Mother won’t eat you C looking at each other C she sent us to greet you and be with you!

Red Sun: Explain?

Cubs: Don’t you want us here?

Red Sun: Don’t go! My spirit feels strong with you. Heart’s spirit is one with each other. Yes.

Cubs: Yes, yes, you are part of us.

Red Sun: Mother hear me, it makes my heart happy you’ve come.

Brother: NO, No! Mother will not harm you. You are one of us, she will not eat her child.

Sister: It was Mother who sent us.

Brother: She would have come herself . . . She wanted to come . . .

Sister: She could not come here without people coming to kill her.

Brother: Mother says she loves you, bear-child

Cubs: We love you our sister.

Red Sun: This is good, we all love each other.

Cubs: If big people, see her come to give you message from Great Grizzly Bear Father, we would all die.

Sister: Mother says, it’s important you know your spirit is strong joined as ours, with the most sacred, great-grizzly bear father.

Cubs: Yes, this I sense as truth. We are bond our spirits are as one: we are children of our Great Grizzly Bear parents, too.

Brother: Power of grizzly bear is always be within as guardian, guide and protector my grizzly bear sister.

Cubs: As the seasons move, the Great Grizzly Bear Father joins four spirits to one. Four to share wisdoms of each on a sacred journey, each grow as one in strength. Until the union you call on our Great Grizzly Bear Father.

Sister: Mother wants you to know she loves you very much, too. Your/our mother will be with you in spirit to protect you, where on earth you travel.

Cubs: That’s our message from mother/father. Let’s play?

Setting sail off the cot, arms out stretched as an eagle in flight, positioned to attack my brother and sister with hugs of love. Happy laughter all around, plenty of bear hugs and of course exploration of tent contents, while climbing over, under, rolling, jumping off the cot, flying across tent to land on each other.

Brother: Sniff, sniff . . . F-fo-o-ood, good food, in many here. Nose awakens belly, claw marks ones with food . . . you open?

Bear spirit, the spark of the Great Grizzly Bear spirit strengthens within, as child plays with her family, not strangers or bears, but family. Thoughts transform Red Sun (the human child) into the spirit of a bear-child.

Bear-child: Timber! See they all tumble down. Jack-in-the-box, see two of four popped opened.

Brother: You open others, sister? Fun . . . fun, happy fun, clothes fly as birds in air, fall as feathers.

Bear-child: Sister-bear. . . I have an idea? Let’s play dress-you-up in my clothes.

Sister: Bad idea. Watch! Good idea, tear sister’s clothes up.

Bear-child: Okay, bad ideas.

Brother: Stop. Sniff, Sniff, nose knows many foods here. Sister, I hungry you open more. . .

Sister: Follow brother’s nose, mother follows brother’s nose, he smells many good hidden eats.

Bear-child: Jackpot, a big cache of sweet foods and jerky. (We enjoyed a good meal of treats, which were meant to be shared among many family members.)

Brother: All finished here, sniff-f-f-f, smell something good sweet. (Nosing around the last one left unopened on the ground to open. The biggest of the suitcases on the ground: This was the only one, locked in the stack. Brother calls on us to join him in his jump/bounce action to break open the locks. (Samsonite luggage bear power worked.)

Bear-child, waving the barber pole peppermint-stick: Horary, we popped it opened. Brother where? You lid, you find. More goodies, we eat easy foods first. Last we will eat this very large peppermint stick, last. How are we going to share this?

Brother: Let me bite pieces we share?

Bear-child: Sounds fair.

Sister: Brother’s greedy . . . eats all, we get nothing. You hold we share, beside as one.

Sister with head over bear-child’s left shoulder and brother over the right breathing in my ear. Licks went from right to left and then left to right. All went will until the top of the peppermint stick formed a point: brother decided he wasted enough licks and took a big bite.

Sister slapped brother: Greedy, I’m going to tell mom.

Brother and sister up on hind legs in a happy growl fight, which didn’t last long. Because it’s more fun to be happy -- happy playful children, who enjoy their time to roll, joke and jump around on and off cots, tumble on, stumble over and bear pile on each other. At some point, we managed to breakdown two of the cots, grind clothes into the ground, upset and turn over everything we hadn’t touched before. Can’t say anything was left untouched. It can be said for a lonesome child, among human children this playtime was the happiest, focal point of my vacation: Spirit children of who appeared outwardly of different cultures playing with each other. Sad too, how few adults posses the ability to comprehend the way we possessed to overcame the difference. We saw and related to spirit and heart, not appearance or form. Truth, we were as other children, who soon created messes that soon got in our way of having fun.

Short-sighted minds . . . forgot about the problems our actions of joy would/could create by venturing outside. Hearts bright and alive . . . . Spirits soar in love . . . . Our level of playful joy accelerates with each beat of our heart into pure playful happiness. We had been outside playing for awhile before grandmother made her presence known. The picture of us together might not have unnerved her as it did others, but harsh reality revealed what we forgot each moment increased our dangers: those who understand nothing of our truths. Each moment increased her fear for all of our safety.

Slowly she walked over to where she felt safe in getting my attention -- in a low, slow, calm voice. “Red Sun, Red Sun, very slowly and very quietly, move, away from those grizzly bear cubs, their mother’s watching you and if you hurt her cubs, she WILL kill you and eat you.”

It was easy to read across her face: conditions can get easily out of control, if we don’t follow my instructions. Red Sun a.k.a. Bear-child: “Why Grandmother? She loves me, she won't hurt me. Mother sent her children to be with me, to give me a message from the Great Grizzly Bear Father. Now we play together, we’re having . . .

Voice of a stronger force: Quiet! Naive children of innocent hearts, learn the lessons you need, observe concerns across faces: hear the voices, learn to read emotions, hear the real words, not those spoken. All hear me . . . observe, listen and learn.

Mother grizzly stands high from her place of obscure observation: Gur-r, huff! Huff, huff! Mother grizzly bear stood-up twice more outpost, as she uses her head to motion for her cubs. For a moment it seemed the sacred bond was broken, by personages unaware of current spiritual events. This time they believed falsely . . . as they headed to save a child, who really didn’t need saving. Their fear and kill-bear-personalities, made it urgent for three children to part.

Grandmother M watches as we bounce sorrowful glances off of, between and around, before we shared our parting hugs, kisses/licks, just before departure to our respective sides. Reality of the moment – our expression of love did not go unnoticed by all: Open hearts overflowed with joy, through insight, after they witnessed our affection. Nevertheless, sad to say . . . the majority of eyes refused to see, trough hard hearts of stone.

Our respective sides checked us over and found no injures. We parted in dead silence, until Grandmother M’s internalization void of emotional silence was replaced a deafening . . . “WHAT IS THIS? . . . Eyes recognized articles of clothing outside the tent.

“AH! O-o-o-o . . . No don’t want to hear her voice . . . hide?”

Three steps to the tent, Grandmother M’s reflective (I don’t agree with what I see) silence . . . “suitcases on the ground, cots broken, clothes filthy, nothing left intact? Now I see how much fun three small ones can have, together. Playful mess is one thing, but this bypasses messy ten, and goes straight to massive disaster.” Violent spin around on heels, hands in good position to attach to arm: “Let’s go!” Holding tight, to the upper arm of the child, (whose status changed from a child in need rescue into prisoner). Her I’m mad tight hold was to prevent her prisoner from escaping.

People all along the way (to her Airstream) parted in dead silence. People parted, as the Red Sea, opening before us then quickly crashing behind us, following us to the shore of the Airstream trailer. Silence: blanketed the air we breathed, the ground on which we walked. We walked in a void, (If anyone dropped a pin it would have resounded as a boulder.) Grandmother M refused to wait for me to comply with her signing directions, in one move, tossed inside the trailer door from ground to couch. “Do NOT Move! Stay right here, until I am done praying . . . is that clear? DO NOT go outside.” Looking at the crowd, “I will need all your help when I return.” Shuts door to close us off from the outer world: “Red Sun, Speak! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Grandmother M, but you don’t understand.”

“Talk later, prayers now.” Moving the room divider, as to put a wall up between us, this demonstrated her emotions.

Lying on the couch: Please, Great Grizzly, help us? Help her gain insight. They are friends, the only children I’ve been able to play with. A closeness of spirit, bonds us, in ways words cannot describe. . . . How life soared with your sacred children who don’t fear me or think me strange, as children in a white world. No sooner had I finished my prayer, when she returned. “It didn’t take long, for you to receive answers to your prayers.”

“Red Sun, you stay on the couch, until I get back.” Outside she recruited family and friends for work details to repair damages: this included a group of women from around the camp to wash, mend and iron the clothes. She returned back in a short few minutes, still a little shaken from what was or what might have been. “You will have to thank everyone later, because they all volunteered to save your skin from Elinora, not for me, but for you child. Over twenty people have volunteered to help clean up after you and the bear cubs. Its two now, and most might not get much sleep, because of the repairs and clean-up needed. Red Sun, its time for a few important lessons: lift the sit you’re on, please. Do you see a book with a picture of children on it? Give it to me when you do.”

Once I handed her the child’s bible storybook. “After today’s event I want to read you a couple of stories. One about Daniel trapped in a lions den and the other about Jonah in the belly of the whale.”

They were interesting stories which we took the time to discuss, but then I felt it was time she wrote another story, as I assumed . . . “Now you have a story of Red Sun and the grizzly bears, to add to the book.”

“Well! Ye-s -s-s? But. . . there’s more to it?”

Shortly before 21:00 hours, Glen Hunter and Elinora arrived to face what makes campers, not so happy campers: Surprise, Elinora, you have entered into your misconceptions of pristine camping conditions. Deviation from the dreams of her vacation turns her mind inside-out, giving her the nightmarish perception of life against her. I wonder if maybe? . . . No, not maybe, it would have been better, if they arrived in the morning? Run for the hills, perfectionist Elinora is out of control, she in a wild woman rage, ready to take on the entire camp with fire in her eyes, language not repeatable and violence over the top. Be afraid . . . very afraid when light of day, turns to dark: as an evil of deep, dark, cruelty, awakens Elinora’s dangerous night violence.

Thank goodness for Glen’s policy of listen first, think second and action third. Neither action nor illogically behavior was permissible until after rationalization of facts, connected to events. Glen listened to people in his ears, for over thirty minutes without saying a word, then confirmed facts with Grandmother M, before he got in the car with the broken cots and headed off to the Ranger station, to pay for replacement cots and damages impose on property: by one child of three-cycles and three-seasons, plus two-playful grizzly cubs, not yet, one-full-cycle.

What wasn’t expected, Glen Hunter returned around 22:00 hours with four park rangers trailing behind in two-vehicles. Rangers called a campers meeting which turned out to be a session of unnerving prattle, illogical demands and deadly threats. In desperation the rangers handed out fliers with simple, clear instructions and rules expected of all campers: From food handling and storage, expectation of keeping the sites clear of litter, as well as, how to handle cookware and dishes. People foods are for people not wildlife. No feeding of or leaving food out for the bears or other wildlife, No shooting of or at any park animals. The instruction seemed simple enough for me to understand. Why it was not logical for adults to understand, can’t say. Wonder if children understand better than adults?

One strange, angry man, the silver man, alone in an Airstream built for six, “IF BEARS COME AROUND HERE I’LL SHOOT THEM, I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE MY RIGHTS AND YOUR NOT GOING TO STOP ME.”

Two rangers attempting to control the event, moved within a couple of inches of the man, “No one! No one is allowed to shoot grizzly bears on Federal land, except under extreme life and death conditions.” The two escorted, the strange silver man, inside his trailer to continue their conversation.

The third over a loudspeaker, “Remember, if for some reason the bears do come into camp, shooting isn’t allowed . . . use loud noises to scar them off, period. Unless a person is under physical attacked, leaving you with no other option to save a person’s life. . . . Even then it’s questionable, if you will be able to save a life, by frightening or wounding a bear. You could make matters worse.

Taking us to the next point, we would prefer for numerous safety reasons . . . if bears should come in the camping area, for someone to come notify us. We’re paid, trained and equipped to handle our grizzly bears without injury to people or bears.”

The fourth ranger: “Weapons are not allowed in the park, since hunting and fishing is not permitted. If you have weapons, would you please give them to me I come around to your camp?” As he collected weapons he gave them the receipt and told the people they could collect them when they left and not before. The two rangers exiting the Airstream trailer had in their possession three shotguns, one crossbow with a number of arrows.

Early morning, after a night without bears, Grandmother M’s up early and it was time for Red Sun to lesson. It was decided I would not share the tent with Glen and Elinora. Not ready to get up, but the continuous soft motion and whisper, “Red Sun, get dressed, it’s time to begin medicine instruction . . . you’re going with me to pick berries and herbs. We’ll eat after we get back.”

Over the road and through the woods, to Grandmother M’s gathering we go. Hunting for herbs and berries, was fun and boring at the same time, until . . . two sweet voices broke the boredom: Red Sun, Red Sun come see us.

“What? . . . Who? . . . Where? . . .”

Voices: Over here beyond these moving bushes.

Eyes search see the movement beyond the bushes, silvery movement. Flat belly crawl under the bushes to spot unexpected beauty: Wow! Wolves, you two are a beautiful. You are a pair of shimmering silver-gray wolves, lying together as strong lovers. This is meant to be, I can tell by the way the sacred light shines and encircles us from the Creator. Their eyes lowered in a sign of reverence: May I ask? . . . Why do you bow before me? Why do you sing your honoring song to me? Why?

Wolves in unison: We are of your future, it’s not yet time for our spirits to come together, but when the time arrives, you will know. As the time comes close for us to come together a sacred medicine warrior will come to you. When you two come together it will be the time for the warrior in you to awaken. A time when you teach as well as, learn: a time of extended family who teach to and learn from one another, many lessons... A time when many of your life lessons, (more than you desired) be learned on the run as your accomplishments will be in a manner, designed to save lives. When you hear our song you will know and awaken to many skills learned and not recognized.

“Red Sun, where are you?”

“Right over here, Grandmother M, talking to wolf friends.”

As the white buffalo calf disappeared, they too disappeared. But not before implanting one more stick with you message: We will talk more, later, as you need us.

The next evening late, with no further grizzly bear incidents since the cubs visit, most had relaxed and retired to their tents for a restful night or so it was assumed. Many already asleep, when one car load of [by way or no way] campers arrived. The type must people quickly come to regret living in their neighborhood, let alone next door, because of the chaos they invite/create daily. The voice of life within Grandmother M directed her to warn them about the grizzly bears, plus instruct them on the proper ways to protect and police ones campsite, so not to invite trouble for all. She even offered to help them, secure their camp site and wash their dishes, if they needed it. Only to receive language of the uneducated, flung in her face by not only them, but the strange-lone silver man in Airstream for six, whom they just happened to parked next to?

Interesting, these uneducated parked next to the strange man, but were they strangers? When Grandmother M returned from visiting the uneducated, she warned other campers in so many words: These are dangerous people: it’s as if they’re planning to invite danger and death, by inviting the grizzly bears, to dinner. This will give them an excuse to kill, no matter how many will suffer, because of their actions. Something is up between them and the Airstream man, they have a dangerous agenda? . . . Yes, this much I know it will in some way involve us and more, beyond where we stand.

None had to wait long, chaos reached out as a strong evil wind, with the power contaminate lives and spirits faster than a forest fire, not just one solitary campsite: It spread to all campers, bears, rangers, businesses, visitors, inside and outside of the parks, plus their chaos came with a high price tag, in dollars on resources and lives. . . . It’s a mystery how in less than 48 hours, the cost of chaos increased by leaps and bounds for Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons. The uneducated caused new rules to be enacted, which many without homes to be ejected from the parks.

The uneducated were either lazy/uncaring people or they intentional set a trap. You tell me, they left dirty dishes spread out across two tables, as well as, two frying pans with an inch or more of bacon grease in each, food in paper boxes and open containers: scattered from their open truck, across the ground and on the benches.

A child’s opinion, it was planned, as the combinations of all things were both catalysis, an invitation set for disaster: “Free meal! Good eats! Come and eat!” Many a critter came to dine, however, it wasn’t until a number of large, grizzly critter on four paws, arrived, the reality of these uneducated revealed itself: chaos and death.

Stage was set and others were drawn into their plan: Every couple of seconds, long and short blasts, interrupts the peace of at least two-campsites, sending those of us asleep straight up into standing positions, thus putting an end to all sleepers sleeping. Considering the horn blast was meant as a call for help from the uneducated. The reality of the uneducated agenda was for others to resolve, the chaos they imposed on the camp. Maybe I should have felt sorry for them, but I couldn’t. Not for any person or persons who thumb their nose at logic -- while pitting humans against bears making bears the victims of humans. Glen hopped in the car and headed out for the rangers, before big disaster struck and lives ended.

The call for help horn attracted not only humans but the adult and younger bears, along with two-bear cubs and one-bear-child, whose curiosity demanded satisfaction and action. Can’t say what was happened before crouching down between brother and sister, but I can say we enjoyed, the speedy attractions of a five-ring circus. If behavior told a story from start to finish the first three-quarters was side splitting events.

Wild captivation/fascination adventures. . . . Honest life observations of people, as a grizzly bear, through the eyes of the Great Grizzly Bear. For a short time this bear-child was given the ability to experience life and cultures through honest eyes, spirit and heart of the bear -- in a manner -- few have ever experienced in a lifetime: Smiles, chuckles, eyes dancing, an array of laughter from the belly chuckles to roars, this night abundant with jolly joshes. Each squeak and squawk, each blast of the horn, and squeal created through and around the uneducated increased bear happiness.

Truth of events, only a few of the two-year-old cubs, were hungry, the rest just wanted to play. One on the roof of the car huffing with each jump/bounce, elated with the motion of the car, the emotions of the people and the noises which was his bonus. Two bears on the front pushing down on the hood of the car, with another on the back doing their jump/push/bounce actions. Each separate creation of strange noises, combined with the horns was a special gift causing all to roar in laughter, by motion and reaction of the front-end. They were acting in rhythm, not random, for the music of the car movement.

What must have shocked the uneducated, was when one of the youngster stuck its head in the window investigating the sleeping humans, cramped in one car snoring. Wonder what the uneducated woman thought or felt, when she woke to a grizzly bear breathing in her face?

When we arrived she had be in the process of fruitless attempts to chase the grizzly bear away, by squeal sounds which closely resembled a frightened young pig, as she waved a pillowcase. Pleasure on the entertainment scale was at least a nine: The playful window bear mimicked the uneducated every move. It was beautiful to the bear’s brand of fun. The bear grabbed the white pillowcase, from the pig squeal woman then processed to do closely mimic her behavior and sounds. Being an insider into their personalities, laughter and joy turned into a beautiful life experience.

The love and happiness of the moment, one might be able to equate to the experience of life for the first time, the joys of your child in your arms for the first time. Something I wasn’t able to equate with until years later. The reality of the event mattered not -- there was a storm brewing or we sat in the middle of the escalation of chaos. We observed bodies with shoulders and necks, which appeared to support heads without brains or eyes. Fascinating how these characters continued to run past, jump across or around, plus a few even walked on top of two-bear cubs and a human bear-child, without realization of the truth under their feet. Theirs was another reality.

We heard a strong voice, give a slight chuckle when we got walked on as a rock, the voice of whom we discovered was the sacred Grizzly Bear Father: See how people are blinded by fears, in their blind fears, they fail to notice you three together. What they believe they see is nothing more than a large rock in their way.

Cubs: No wonder humans get upset, thoughts confused, fears control emotions . . . no wisdom, no insight?

Father: Remember, the things you observe this evening. At a time when cool logic should prevail the reverse happens. Don’t give way to fear, if you are to survive.

Bear-child: Wow, to think these (questionable) adults are who children must trust their lives, WITH? Discovery of humor in the moment: See! Watch these headless, mindless chickenBpeople, running in wild-eyeless crazy circles. Not arms, wings flaying at the air: bodies bump into any/everything, hard or human, creating unrecognizable sounds. Can’t say if the sounds are human or animal? Do you think the others without heads can understand?

Cubs: We can’t understand . . .

Bear-child: Hey! Lookie, old time movie, might be cowboys and Indians movie, in reverse. People are wagons using pots and pans as weapons. Some wagon master (?) ordered the wagons to encircle the Indian/bears. Encircle what they want to drive off . . . can’t say it makes sense. Where can Indians or bears go when trapped in the middle? Round up the prisoners and start killing . . . Yes, yes, they don’t want to get rid of them they want to kill them.

Father: See!

Short previews and flashes of hate and wars across these lands: the blindness of mob mentality.

Cubs: Mother, watch out, silver man, bad medicine stick!

Bear-child: Bad medicine stick, long gun. Why? Rangers tell him not shoot grizzly bears. Silver man and uneducated, must be related.

Cubs: Yes, now understand, reason for food . . . to kill us.

Watch Indian/bear stampede; knocking wagons over faster than anyone could count to ten. As one who had never recognized empathy connection prior, (sudden pain ripping me apart inside, sensing death inside of me) doing everything I could to not blackout before knowing . . . rolling on ground. Calling out: Grizzly Bear Father, bear-child Red Sun asks . . . what is this powerful burning pain deep inside? Many thoughts bounding, racing and ricocheting within, relating to events before and after the uneducated showed up, why they park -- where they parked? . . . Behave same, they interaction together. Related or not we see plans made, to set the stage for death of grizzly bears. Maybe words I don’t hear, but the intent was strong . . . see people drunk with pleasures, when people and animals are injured or they feed off death when they can spill blood of innocents.

Cubs: We go, quick.

Father: Red Sun, hear the cry of the bear, it says I am hurt bad, come it is time for me to die? This is what you feel and what your body reacts to. Quick, I want you to allow me to speak through you.

Bear-child: Yes, yes, speak!

Red Sun’s body stands arched, as the voice of Grizzly Father speaks in a strong earth shaking voice: Man in silver, hear me, if my child dies, you die, too. Your life is now joined to the life of the one you shot. Do you hear me man? Do you hear the words? This I have spoken and so shall it be, as spoken! Know this . . . YOUR blind anger is the undoing of those who joined you in this. We see in your hearts, you came for blood, to kill, death shall we your fate.

Grandmother M, “Red Sun, have you been there the entire time?”

“Yes, Grandma . . .”

“What happened, you look as a sheet white?”

Strength wanes in every muscle: body takes a slow nose dive to the ground, in great pain. “I feel the pain of the bear, silver man shot. Truth the man will die when bear dies.”

“How many times have I told you, Red Sun, words have power and your words, have more power than most? You have sentenced the man, to death. Hear me child, take those words back . . . Right-now!”

“The words spoken are truths . . . words decreed from the powers that be. Know I can’t take back words, not mine: Man was warned and . . .”

Father Grizzly’s voice roars through Red Sun: Man refused to listen he made his choice for death. Truth, sacred lady, the man’s actions cursed him. He must pay the price for his action . . . a life for a life.

Grandmother M: “The man will die if the words are not recalled.”

“Then you understand? The words decreed by the Creator and spoken are not for anyone to take back. Words spoken came by way of the Great Spirit. Sacred lady hear me, the words cannot be taken back without killing Red Sun, too.

Hard time for Grandmother M who saves so many lives: not being able to save this one. She must have felt her spirit was slammed against a wall: Mind in a state of torture, when one realizes no matter what said these truths are not what you want to accept. Sensing her pain of a situation not even her prayers could correct, was causing her great distress.

Red Sun, the child wanted to please her and tried three-times to recall the words spoken -- only to have brain react as if encased in a void of darkness as throat swells shut, tongue swelled plus refused to move, heart and breath quit. Oh, well, I’ll give it one more try, but I fear she will not listen. “Grandmother, PLEASE! Hear me . . . words refuse to come. The power of the words spoken, are decreed. Can you hear and understand, the words spoken through me were words decreed by the Great Grizzly Father, Great Spirit, Yellowstone and Earth Mother, not my words, but theirs. I was only the one through which they spoke their words, this you have done many times.”

“Red Sun, GO to my trailer! We will speak later, when I am cool enough to speak with you.” Reinforcement by double signing her command, GO, now! “Here comes your dad with the rangers, you don’t need to be in the middle of this. You thought the people and bears were bad? This is going to get ugly.”

By the time Grandmother M got back to the trailer, Glen Hunter calmed her down and all decided to wait and see . . . before making any final decisions. Truth, Glen realized he might have said the same thing, if he had been here and witnessed the silver man’s behavior or he might have rammed the gun down the man’s throat, he was as mad as Grizzly Bear Father and Red Sun.

At sunrise Grandmother M kissed me on the forehead and handed me a cup of hot coca. “Sweetheart, are you feeling any better this morning?”

“Yes, why do you ask such an odd question? I didn’t die last night did I?”

“Here!”

“Thanks”

“Do you think you can go tell the man . . . Sorry, you didn’t mean what you said last night.”

“NO!”

“Tell me true, you don’t want him to die do you?”

“Grandmother the words weren’t mine. IF they were mine, they could be recalled, but sometimes it’s hard for even you to understand, why I can’t do as you ask. Some day maybe . . . you will understand. Grandmother I love you, but . . .” Dropped to the floor on my knees, head on the floor, tears in eyes, palms together. “Hear me, please hear me! Know its hard being torn between you and the Creator, love and reality. Know this, both can’t be honored, here, but this time it’s not your choice or mine, the decree is the will of the Great Spirit.

“Okay, Red Sun, if you can’t speak the words, then take him this plate of food? . . . It will express a peace offering, but you will have to say nothing.”

“It’s a lie. But anything to make you happy, I’ll take the food, but is not a peace offering, the man has a blackheart.”

“Okay, go take the food, walk-inside, set the food on the table, and say nothing . . . except you carry the food for me.”

Not happy with her request, but I walked with food in-hand, sensations of uneasiness flooded my spirit for even going close to the trailer: Father Grizzly and guardians please forgive me, it’s hard. You tell me to honor and respect Grandmother M, as well as you. Believe me sometimes it hard when you are both not in harmony. I love and respect the Great Spirit. I know deep within . . . your words are truth: his life is linked by the hand of the Great Spirit, not mine or Grandmother M’s. Yes, my heart knows the words are set in stone; they can not be taken back. I respect Grandmother M, a sacred person whose love of humankind, does not allow her to see anything but the best in people. Truth, you taught me, one cannot walk in rose bushes without coming in contact with thrones.

Knocked on the hard outer door, no answer so I opened, the hard outer door: which wasn’t latched, to knock on the closed screen door: No answer, Shower water running, he must be in the shower, this is good. I’ll put the food on the table, she can tell him later. Popped open screen, first foot on the lower inside step, rising to the second step . . . sniff, sniff, strong gas smell, hissing. Head rotates to left in direction of hiss. Fire out under coffee pot, must have boiled over? Oh well! The man can relight it after he finishes his showers.

Cannot explain why, but for some illogical reason in the back of my mind, said it was important to close both doors behind me. After several rough attempts of slamming the doors shut, they stayed. What was not noticed was the rushing of air sending the gas through the Airstream or the many sparks metal to metal produced each time? At the time, this Red Sun (the child) neither realized the consequences of door creating sparks nor the combustion power of propane: propane ignited, swish flash fire throughout the trailer before one could think or blink. Explosive sounds, man screamed as windows, walls and doors in flight away from the trailer. Luck was on my side, force of something slammed me against a door eared marked for flight, with passenger decorated with food and compressed plate on person, in subsonic flight, above and beyond one-plus acres of campground. No stopping at edge of campground, the door decided to travel into and through the tree line, faster than a skyrocket.

Wow! Flying without a plane, on a door without wings, no dreams . . . Why are those people flat on the ground?

Grizzly Father: Prepare of crash landing. Watch your head and hold tight to the door.

Red Sun a.k.a. Bear-child: My head, how long will I be in the hospital? Where is this door going to stop? Arms can’t move, help?

Hey, door you stopped, nice soft rocking chair, I’m alive? . . . Yes? No? Gazing out from under trees parts and dirt: tracing conditions where the door stopped to where it all began. Oh no! People getting up off the ground . . . the old lady’s tent in flat on the ground . . . movement, wonder who’s in it. How many got hurt? Look at all those trees, leaning over up to here. Fire in the ground . . . pieces everywhere . . . top of the trailer gone?

Father Grizzly: Child safe. Promise made and promise kept, the bear crossed as you closed the door. Park Rangers tracked, found, freed the bear from pain as it’s spirit crossed. The silver man has killed before and done great damage. Here comes your Grandmother M with others racing to see what is left of you, since all they can see is a child covered in branches and dirt. Dirt in food appears as blood to them. (Grizzly Father sent the impression this man and his friends were killer of people and wildlife, for profit.)

“Oh, thank the Lord its Red Sun, alive! Sorry, forgive me, I didn’t listen to you child. You’re alive . . . We feared you dead when the trailer blew-up. Someone go get Glen, Elinora, tell them Red Sun is uninjured and alive, but in much need of a bath.” Turning to those gathering, “The flying door carried Red Sun back to us.” Murmurs of people wanting to know how badly hurt, if they need to get a doctor? Door scraped the top of a couple of cars, too, before hitting the scrubs. The explosion shook the ground so hard it’s proved a real miracle anyone even the uneducated survived. The explosion knocked people to the ground, they weren’t lying on the ground, because. . . .

The man’s Airstream trailer flows in fluidized flames of volcanic ash and metal. The trailer had lost its top, and burnt hot because of its four propane tanks. Yet, before I got to my feet, the uneducated left: without packing or seeking medical care. Gossip said: They neither wanted to speak with the rangers nor wanted to answer questions. So someone took down their license number for the rangers to stop at the gates.

No sooner had the rangers and fire trucks showed up, without even making a motherly appearance at Red Sun’s crash site: Elinora hatched and idea to support her much sought after escape. “Red Sun’s latest incident is just too hard on me, this isn’t a safe place for her, and I’m afraid the next time she could get killed. Its time we left here and spent sometime in Vegas before going to Kentucky.” Her words and complaints prior to our arrival revealed her real reasons for not camping at campgrounds, as camping was beneath her. Elinora believed she was too beautiful and important to be any place that was not luxurious enough for her lifestyle requirements: A campsite without electricity, nightclubs or fancy places to show off her beauty, was not right for her concept of adventure: Her hands and nails got dirty, dust got in her hair and on her clothes. For most folks, it was a nice campground, with toilets, running water, showers and places to wash clothes. Before the fire was out Elinora lost and we stayed until the third week in August. Red Sun had a great vacation with Grandmother M, from 1 July to 18 August.

“That was around 1950, more than a half a century later, Sacred Yellowstone by any chance do you remember this Red Sun you gifted with your sacred gifts: who hearts believes the words thanks can never be enough for your autocatalysis influences your gifts to pass on in different way and forms. Promises made took forms and are still in motion as hundreds of lives were gifted with life: lives saved, lives survived, lives improved, through life adventures and experiences. Sacred Yellowstone, heart of Earth Mother, without you and your wisdom, how many lives or events might have been unwisely different, sacrificed or ended-up in major contra conditions: In addition to (if they happened at all), Grandmother M’s seasons of sacred lessons, because spirit would have lacked ability to understood or would have come to reject the value of positive life programming, if Elinora had gotten her way. It was through you the knowledge was implanted so her influence was not . . . psychological destructive or contagious.

“Sacred Yellowstone, whose countless gifts range from life maker to life breaker with autocatalysis influences for ones spirit within the moment and across lifetimes. . . .? Would people treat you with sure disregard, if they understood or recognized you’re power as the sacred heart of our sacred Earth Mother? Truth, your sacred measures of spiritual gifts, unique powers and blessings connects one to countless others with and/or through you via sacred universal wisdoms of the elders.

“Wonder how many across the centuries you touched? What number of those actually perceived or experienced the touch from your heart and spirit you wanted to impart? Out of those who on some level acknowledged your touch: how many really recognized, learned, listened or accepted what autocatalysis influences you had on their lives?

“Many may wonder . . . what a few will have the courage to ask of you: Sacred Yellowstone will you answer if asked . . . why or how can unrelated events, awaken the connection of spiritual abilities by infusing truths into any or all elements of life and spirit? Yes, I must agree . . . unless, YOU are experiences as Grandmother M or I (Red Sun) did, it could be hard to digest deeper purpose of ones life. How can one envision, (during the first stage of introduction to), how these unique events could be any part of a combination of catalytic structure/functions: uniting biological, metaphysical-physics to and/or inside space and time with ones environmental codes and abilities, whereby, belief systems and philosophies are influenced. As building blocks, each event introduced relationships by inner-linking structure and elements to functional operations via enlightenment of a unique evolution of coherent elemental bonding codes.

“[Bonding codes] visions: summons forth distinct rare genetic bonding sequences, equivalent to symbolic creation formulas. Thank you sacred Yellowstone Mother, your provocative call summonsed Red Sun so you could empower and awaken, as well as, legalization of birthrights through ceremonial inauguration. What those that ask should know (Yellowstone will answer in her own way best for each individual), for me it began by connecting birthrights with early memories together with lessons engulfing our lifetimes.

Truth, the Great Spirit, along with you, my relations and ancestors’ summonsed forth elements of life which awakened truths of Red Sun’s spirit to an amazing world of new realities: Reflexive, dependency on formal features of -- self-construct code -- each requiring, the existence of a performance -- without conscious thought.

“[Self-construct code] Yellowstone revealed events which weaved together, linked and connected life: across space and time [far-past to past, present and future.] By connection with substance and elements of life to form a functional operation: each linked unique evolutions of coherent codes and bonding. Our coming together proved to be the bonding of ingredients to save lives and assist others to improve their lives, too.

“[Without conscious thought] probably the most important elements: secrets because the future is never set in stone, inasmuch as, it depends on all of our behavior. One can debate, for and against, the pivot points of life: productiveness of a child’s sacred of spiritual life a child can learn the without all we experienced, together. Maybe Yes. Maybe No. But I can honestly say I don’t think it would have been as constructive or as powerful a lifetime, if Elinora, the egotistical, got her way.”

The first example of what a lifetime entailed and why I honor you with my respect and gratitude for your autocatalysis influences: evolved soon after we arrived in Kentucky. Glen Hunter never made it back from Korea, because he never went. However, the event that would have ended his life in Korea happened on a smaller scale: If he had gone to Korea he would have come home in a body bag, missing a good section of his upper-right-torso and half if not most of his head. His life was spared, but not before he experienced a couple of near-death events. If it was not for the vacation he would have been in Korea, but instead, he was still getting what would be our home to move into, so he could leave in a few weeks.

Time line of events: We arrived in Kentucky, around mid-September, Grandmother M arrived mid-October and was training Elinora how to cope with cold country, before she started her formal lifetime seasons of spiritual training.

The day’s weather began mild, but by mid-morning it turned into major whiteout-blizzard conditions, another one of those great days for training Elinora, survival in this 19^th Century tri-level, mortuary/funeral parlor (converted into duplex). Sitting by the fireplace in our front room (once viewing area), the sacred white buffalo calf/wet nose, made herself known: Your father’s life is in grave danger: if you want him to survive you must sacrifice something that means a great deal to you, hurry.

The first item in sight, a ring Glen gave me without much thought beyond love, the ring with a pray was tossed into a fireplace: Great Spirit, sacred woman save my dad’s life, I offer you this ring as my sacrifice for his life.

Wet nose, calf woman: Now go sit by the telephone it will ring soon, be ready for long journey.

So-o-on, in whose time? Before the snow and lunch, we (wet nose and I) attached our personage to the phone. Hours later a child learned the term ‘soon” was relative, as we were still attached to the phone when Grandmother M began preparations for dinner. As the hours past, Elinora angered spiraled at as Red Sun seated next to the telephone, rude to others on our party line, refused to leave the phone, and the only thing I would say is something happened to dad and I have to stay by the telephone: these words enflamed Elinora and she decided it was it was a good time for a bath.

Wet nose: NO, no bad idea, for many reasons: least of all the weather, weak lungs requires confinement for upwards to thirty-six-hours after a bath. If you take a bath, both you and your grandmother will be confined here, you’ll not be able to leave the house until tomorrow afternoon, which will be too late. Going out soon after your bath will cause your death, yet you two must go with Elinora, if you don’t go two will die, if you take the bath you will die. You cannot take that bath; do whatever you have to do to avoid the bath. All with be forgiven.

Strength no child of four-cycles could possible posses before the phone call. . . this Red Sun so discovered she inflicted injuries to house and personages of Grandmother M and Elinora. Can not say how long the stubborn refusal continued, but a thin sheet of ice developed before the phone rang and wet nose instructed me to being a rebellious journey up the stairs: Go to the first step turn and fight. . . . One by one these instructions continued until I was at the top of the second flight.

Wet nose: Keep Elinora at bay, the phone will soon ring now.

Red Sun: Okay, wet nose, do hope it rings soon, its no fun fighting with them.

Kicking a shoe at Elinora, she dodged, the shoe connected with the window C at the base of the second flight. Conditions changed to slow motion: in less than ten-seconds of shoe’s flight, mind’s interaction with spirit of emergency, in combination with strange sounds of glass breaking, phones triple ring and Grandmother M reaction as she answers our ring.

Grandmother M, reaction to the voice on the other end, gave rise to her opening statement: “Elinora Red sun knew? Its Glen, there has been an accident, here you talk.”

Out of the house in less than five minutes: on a deadly journey from Perryville to Lexington with Elinora driving through a blinding snowstorm. Worst week of storms in over a decade: Korea’s type of extreme winter. On our way to the hospital, Elinora was so upset she failed see a large traffic accident in process, with a large jacked-knifed trailer sliding sideways, for us. Eyes spotted the danger through the falling snow and Grandmother M saw how to escape, protecting one Cadillac from being decapitated by the trailer. The trailer did take several lives before going down the mountainside.

What if, we had not gone . . . (1) would Elinora collide with the trailer? . . . (2) Would she had been one of the twelve killed. What if, she had not arrived to give her consent for blood transfusions and the required surgeries? Glen might have died, if not then several days later, without Elinora. Their deaths would have left Red Sun in the middle without anyone, besides Grandmother M: who crossed when I was a few seasons into my ninth cycle. Being a black-marketed child, none of the family members on either side could accept a child, not of their blood. Children of Indian blood were perceived, as non-persons. Glen was important not only for Red Sun’s prime objective, but he too was needed to save many lives, by introducing various lifestyle improvements, which lead to positive social changes, stemming from his political influences C in later years as there was still much in life for him to learn.

Yes, as you can sense, you were a child’s tidal wave, foundation developer, life-maker and, and . . . Truth, don’t want to think it what might have happened without you. As things were going life just might have become a black hole, if we survived, which I doubt. Countless lives lost and/or destroyed, if we had not come together. How do you tell the man that found the courage to go on after losing a limb, might have been from what Glen Hunter innovated in hospitals or someone who met him. His strength gave others the courage to reach out after they thought their life was lost. What happened afterwards never would have happened without your influences.

“In addition, Glen Hunter used his influence for the development of better braking systems for truck hauling tractors. (Late 1950s) Campaigned to make sure all gas stations had fire-extinguishers, which saved a few lives: because Glen Hunter survived and he cared. The list goes on as countless events took place from lives improved, lives saved and secret healings.

“These were only the beginning of noticeable events, directly related to awakening of Red Sun within you (Yellowstone) along with respect bestowed on Glen. Reality of influences: Spiritual development, more spiritual awareness, perception and comprehension, empathy growth, a massive lifetime of adventures including saving the lives of other family members and friends.

“Truth of life, many owe their thanks, lives, courage, survival, inner-awareness and awakenings our coming together and your autocatalysis influences. Thanks Sacred Yellowstone for all you started by awakening a child lost. If I had of stayed lost, how many more would have been lost, its something I get chills even to this day, thinking about, inasmuch as when all is said and done, one person can make a big or small difference, but even that has a ripple effect.

[Truth Yellowstone: As a child in the moment, it was hard to understand the greater meaning of it then, beyond two or three bits and pieces. Not sure still if I understand all of it, however, what I can say, It is terrifying to think about the pivot points we all had in some ways on others, from planting seeds to making a difference, which would not have taken place without your heart and gifts.]

This is the place that awakened and joined the child to her sacred spirit of the Indigenous peoples of this land, of she is part of and it wanted her to learn and know. You can take the child away from her peoples, but you can't take the connection out of her people out of the child. This is my road to walk and the Sacred Guardians were determined I would be awakened to the spirit others wanted to destroy

© Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

By Michelle EagleHawk

1988- August thru December SunHawk's health condition continued to journey to the point guardians and friends recently crossed foretold the time of crossing had to be accepted. They made it clear I could no longer pray for extension of his life this time, his quality of life had come to the point he could no longer benefit others. Then one afternoon walking down our mountain road, the Sacred Heavenly Father in a voice filled with thunder, said I had to agree to SunHawk's crossing, he would be of greater benefit standing at the right-hand of his true Father. Yes, this was early but poisons had weakened his system robbing his strength preventing us to walk together and accomplish all we needed to accomplish. SunHawk earned the respect of all and proven he earned the right to stand at the right-hand of his true father. Several miles away from others in the area, made it easy for a thinning and opening in the sacred veil between two realms.

November 1988: SunHawk and Red Sun received information after trying the last avenue of heart-transplant our hopes assassins destroyed. The morning of 9 November, the Chief of Loma Linda Medical Center, Chief of Staff, Head of CDC, the Chief of Pathology, the Regional Head of the Poison Center, the Head of the Loma Linda Medical Center, Veteran Hospital, which caused my veins to run cold, and ten agencies and department, drop the word bomb. After they asked if he had any exposure to Agent Orange, when they knew it was something else.

     Blood ran cold, recalling several warnings from Tibetan Monks and medicine men, if you go to any place with connection to a Veteran Hospital; they will end your life. Only now did we learn the truth, of the connection between the Loma Linda Medical Center and the veteran hospital, which requested the Indian Center transfer him to the Medical Center instead of the standard hospital the Indian Center used.

     Then we heard what we feared, VA Medical Center: SunHawk an assassin has killed you by an unknown poison, which is destroying your entire protein regenerating system that sustains life. Destruction of systematic protein means rapid acceleration, advanced system aging, advancement of aging health conditions, along with system shutdown followed by death. The test to check his protein levels and a couple of other specialized test, to see if SunHawk was a transplant candidate was a double edge sword, not a candidate for a transplant, but we learned the truth of about the assassins killer.

     The protein destruction they discovered in October, for two-weeks, they contacted every known research agency from coast to coast, with skin tissue and blood, but no agency could determine the unknown compounds, used in the creation of the poison, which meant no antidote. Sorry we wished for better news, since they figured on the outside, he might have three months left. No transplant in his future, since I could not pray for another life extension, SunHawk was mad at me for not healing him, which would have been the twelfth time in less than ten years. It hurt me too, but I could not do anything, since the power is mine only the prayers.

     Heart heavy with pain, knowing I would have to accept the forewarning prophecies now, they meant irreversible truths. Reality truths increase fears of future, knowing my sacred partner eternal did not have much longer in his current form by my side. Combination of sorrow and happiness we could not extend his life the sorrow, but his death would have a face why no power could extend his life, an assassin paid to poison one hard to find and kill. A poison developed by the dark witches of Central Mexico, included scraping from a deadly mushroom, and improved on by a so-called covert arm of a shadow government.

Weeks before the doctors walked in the room, Honoring Ceremonies, and sacred High Council of Elders had gathered on our mountain. The first campfire of elders arrived when SunHawk heart would no longer allow him to stay on the mountain in September. On our anniversary in August 4^th /5^th, twenty-four hours after the first of four poisons SunHawk ingested, Grandfather EagleHawk, a sacred guardian and elder who watched over us, knew the time was near, and informed the Elders time for the gathering is at hand.

     Independence Day, word travels fast across the guardians' spiritual telegraph, only hours after the assassins received orders to dispatch with prejudice: and within an hour, I received what one might consider a psychic show of mental physics warning of the trouble ahead. Loud, clear, and interesting show to tell SunHawk, Lionel said beware, (a friend assassinated in February) who was a very well respected leader and Chief, delivered the message, while dodging the car speeding at us over eighty miles per hour. First warning, of root and branch and SunHawk refused to listen, he continued on the course many tried to warn not to travel, numerous times. The path he could have avoided; the path that destroyed his physical being; the path that forced the summons of his eternal spirit to join his true father. Yet, he knew of trouble within the agency that was selling out past and current covert op agents and still he refused to listen that a long time friend would bring about his death.

     Now the course was set and no alternate avenues to take, once the first few nations including their various bands/tribes arrived and multiplied times twenty the last week of September and several hundred by mid-October. In attendance around the Sacred Council Fires: Ancestors of blood, Sacred Chiefs, Sacred Spiritual Medicine Elders from ever nation and tribe and true leaders of the people, Leaders of Warrior Societies and Sacred Spiritual Medicine Warrior Societies, together with Sacred Grandmothers and Mothers from all the Traditional Red Nations, reaching across generations from honored elders long past to current day.

Sacred fires arrived to honor SunHawk and Red Sun, revealed the ones behind several poisoning attacks on SunHawk, Red Sun and first-born daughter and unborn son. They also made one more effort to create a way for us to remain together in the physical/material realm, but not possible. To understand why, the Elders took me on fact-finding journeys, to gather hidden information, and expose the ones who sought early crossings of some forty leaders and members of special units and family, which started with the early crossing of his mother, to bring him out in the open.

     Now was the time for review of past, present and future events in all lives either directly or indirectly connected to and with the relations, extended family and friends of the one summonsed across. They go so far as to review individual personal behavior, directives, objectives, and assignments completed, and what each has failed to accomplish, or if one turned away from reason and directive. Guess the truth is many people are on trial and investigated when another individual the guardians summonsed. It is possible to be under investigation without knowledge when one crosses. It is amazing and strange how the worse seems to come out in people with any connection to the one summonsed across, too.

     Each hour of each day, conditions, and events revealed to prepare this Red Sun to know and accept SunHawk's sacred crossing. Notwithstanding, these last few months, SunHawk refused to listen and demanded I do what I could not by the decree of the Highest of the Most High and that made him madder. Directly and without room to move, I could pray for his crossing and nothing else.

The Honoring fires and sacred times lasted seventy-days beyond SunHawk's crossing. Honest, after his crossing, events strengthen in intensity and connections, as well as, great visual visitations. (This I will leave for another day.) During these times of extreme dangers and views of troubles to come, required three different warrior societies, to stand on-guard at all times, watching over SunHawk, his first-born daughter and the not yet born first grandson of SunHawk and Red Sun.

     No time to grieve or think because of so many critical, major and important actions, intermingled with advanced warnings and caution danger a foot, which meant Red Sun in training. Past survival training and new behavior guardians and sacred warriors received assignments to teach, enhance and reawaken lazy practices and talents, increase knowledge and oh yea, you will have to handle combination of SunHawk's unfinished assignments and objectives, also. This I did not expect, due to SunHawk's crossing, they applied conditions necessary to carry out (his and mine) compounded primary objectives and directives.

     Numerous guardians and sacred warriors put me through a large series of re-enforcing and re-conditioning activities; enhancement of sensory skills; in addition awareness of enemies prior to contact, hear, sense, and know my enemies behavior; attentiveness to location and intention prior to point of connection.

     How to, when to and under what conditions it is allowable to interpret mental, emotional, physiology values, psyche activity, spiritual and physical signs, motions, and either intercept or sidestep various types of serious dangers. In other words, they explained I had been in training for the last five years in the mountains for the possibility of SunHawk's premature summons, once conditions got him to the point, he realized his health turned him into an anchor, destroying his ability to stand by you in a supportive capacity. We knew if this happened, he would refuse to walk with caution and speed his crossing, which he did without thinking.

     What an interesting way for the elders and Chiefs long past made it clear, SunHawk could no longer fulfill his objective here, and this his true father realized, the transcending of his would be more valuable by his father's side. Not the Sacred Father I assumed, but during one of many powerful visitation after SunHawk's crossing in full on in living color, the elders made it clear SunHawk was and is the eternal son of Archangel Michael. The quick visitation answered many questions, giving Red Sun spirit-heart the power to experience inner-peace and come to terms with SunHawk's sacred journey.

Never perfect, and sometimes the best way to learn, arrived from making mistakes, and these conditions did not make me perfect. After the Chiefs, medicine Men, and Sacred Grandmothers and Mothers lit their sacred council fires, I made several big mistakes. First by requesting hard proof, the rest of property destruction happed when I in sighted their displeasure, or finding this personage moved up dangling above ground. Then maybe a few headaches when the grandmothers slapped me upside the back of my head, all repercussions fast by using physics to announce their displeasure before I the count of ten.

     Due to conditions required assistance to help our and part of my moral support, Injun Joe, Apache-Mojave (favorite saying this Injun-always-knew-what-he-was-doing) for ingenuity, and his wife. The first incident causes all three sitting on the floor and I asked for hard proof, is when all three discovered air between us and floor, after our hard landing, connected to attack on four innocent lamp chimneys. Four kerosene lamps on the kitchen counter to my right, zing, pop, pop, pop provided physical evidences of spiritual physics actions, which sliced the narrow upper portions of four kerosene chimneys straight across, precisely even. Definitely not funny, when kerosene lamps, happens to be our primitive mountain-cabin only source of light.

     Ours was a mountain cabin without generator, telephone, cell phone, electricity or natural gas, only kerosene, propane, and well water. We lived this way for five spiritual years of sacred lessons, spiritual awareness, awakenings, and communications, experiencing sacred truths from Earth Mother and our ancestors. The mountains a wonderful learning experience, filled with valuable knowledge, which empowered me to learn and understand sacred knowledge, traditional and cultural ways of ancestors and relations, first hand. After the first year of cleansing away telepathic bombardment by negative programs from TV and commercials; together with cleansing of poisons from physical, psyche, and spiritual being, but now that would soon come to a close and I would have to return to my people.

     Besides my kerosene chimneys, during the gathering of one-hundred and thirty-five-days, I lost a heavy candy dish of lead crystal, and fifteen glass panes in a front door of sixty-six glass-panes. Each spirit physic exhibit of displeasure they followed-up by a loud booming voice coming from all directions: You will do as you decreed. Yes, if the only acceptable answer. Interesting when I lost the lead crystal, it received one swift blow. What I saw weapon and person materialize the instant of the down blow, Geronimo implanting his war club in exact center and divided the dish into four-equal pieces, sending them out into the exact four-directional points and they were gone. They gave hard proof, of spiritual physics, when I angered them or they wanted to announce their presence.

     At times, I can be a very hardheaded even with or because of all my years of training, experiences, and many talents from precognition, sensory perception, receptive communications, visions and spirit walks, but only occasional ability to see between or beyond the veil, 24/7 except during extremes conditions, when the lives of many need assistance. Even so, with all these happening I am neither medium nor psychic. What many Elders, Monks, Medicine Men, Chiefs, guardians, and visions either told or shown me, for what it is worth. My skills seem to be along the line of writer, messenger, and teacher by experiences. In reality, what I perceive or receive may mean a variety of different things to different people and it not for me to tall them what to think, but for them to analysis and cone to their own conclusions. Maybe the activity was one of many reasons I received the following powerful visitation journey, along with amazing visions during this unexpected but interesting journey.

1988—December: Less than a week prior to SunHawk's final crossing summons 6^th December, between all the sacred fires, including physical spiritual physics, filled with spiritual awakenings, events, visits, visions and conversations. There was still something missing, which could prepare and bring some peace to all his children, special friends, and eternal partner for his reunion to stand at his true Father's right hand, one more visitation journey became necessary. Necessary to take a visitation journey into the House of our Heavenly Father who is the Highest of the most High Eternal Light of Enlightenment, which we quickly learned the first time in his presence, no shadows, or darkness can survive. In the presence of the one known by many names: Sacred Light of Enlightenment who is the Eternal Alpha and Omega; Chief of all Chiefs; Father of all Fathers; Holiest of the most Holy Fathers: and many other names. However, most fail to include or realize the secret truth, Who is the most Sacred Light of Life Eternal, which is where this visitation journey leads.

Around dawn after a few hours of restless sleep, holding a warm cup of coffee in hand, this multi-tasker mind is thinking to my conscious heart and spirit, while spiritual consciousness is reviewing several subjects at once:

Who said it is easier to handle lose when one knows the crossing time is coming close for ones partner. A time when one must hold ones outward appearance strong and stand against ones heart and spirit desire to cry. It is important to hold the pain in a place no one can perceive it, to prevent others from living in or experiencing my personal pain. Nevertheless, there is no reason I cannot cry on the inside, while working through my pain and trying to come to terms with a future without SunHawk, in my daily, physical life after twenty-eight strange and wonderful cycles of life here. In my Father House, a stray thought vibrates within emotions, speaks out, and recalls its value.

      After all, the Sacred Powers presence bound together sacred eternal spirit of light and life and mortal life by the power of universal decree in the most sacred of eternal unions; not just for one lifetime of physical being, of SunHawk and Red Sun. This is a sacred union eternal not a marriage of physical life forms for as long as the one of the two life forms shall no long breathe.

     Ours was joining eternal beings of light and life, across all cycles of time in a union that had been too long apart. The day of eternal union and blessings, we stood before our true parents (we did not understand) the Sacred Father, Archangels, Sacred Mother and Sacred Grandmother, we accepted the sacred eternal union, which nether recognizes the concept of broken bonds nor permits any concept of divorce. Union not until death do ye part, so why do I cry? a sacred unions, of eternal spirits of light eternal equities into eternal recognized across countless levels of light. Eternal spirits are just visiting and partaking temporarily in physical forms to fulfill prime directives and honor our relations, (not just SunHawk and Red Sun but all are only here for a time.) Again, In my Father's House are many Mansions reverberates, come hear me, come see me, its time to know me

     Our sacred union known and accepted across all realms of universes; which the Sacred Father of all Fathers and nations enclosed his clause by decree. If anyone tried to come between or destroy the sacred union of SunHawk Eternal and Red Sun Eternal, which he joined in the holiest of most holy of sacred unions; they would suffer the wrath of eternal damnation by his hand: and ended it with as he speaks so shall it be.

     However, why do I now sense his words, reflected on certain demonic personages among nations who the Sacred Father foretold would decide to test that which they refused to believe? Demonic personages would come to prove test their power, over that of the Heavenly Father and Sacred Ones for reasons of nothing more than demonic ill will, destruction of land and humanity.

>SunHawk hear me, my heart hurts because you believed others when they told you falsehoods and half-truths these last two-years. Please someone let him know your truths and how for months, between sensory perception, precognition, and warnings, they came from you. For me it became hard to discount darkness's many forms and personages of sects, seeking many avenues of revenge on personages, and entire root and branch families, to achieve their goals. Dark hearted assassins have traveled for many seasons to accomplish the will of their masters (money) and still in the process of killing strong leaders of influence.

     All important, powerful people, and respected personages, we have personal knowledge of, contacted by counter and covert personnel reporting about the mysterious ways personages have succumbed to unusual deaths, in all across nation: Chiefs, Spiritual Leaders, Medicine Men, respected warriors, tribal leaders, and valuable teachers, advisors and community leaders.

     Truth demonic dark hearts have decided anyone that could interfere with his or her demonic and destructive plans had to go. Exterminate all personages with knowledge of secrets, and/or access to damning facts or information, at any point in the past fifty years, became unsuspecting enemies marked for urgent disposal. Blackmail those who assist them in their plots along with covering-up their actions, accept their decisions, and guard their destructive plans of darkness against those of honor or the masses they disrespect and considering them their slaves. This is why we have been in hiding, to survive their assassins, when we were forewarn about demonic hearts of darkness decides, since. . . hate and fear controls them in equal measures, to destroy freedom, truth, honor and humanity.

     Many among other nationalities who possess small portions of information connecting them to any of their plans, which might interfere with the darkest of demonic shadow power of destruction. . . . Obtained access to certain data that could add up to harmful disclosure marks any and all personages they tag dangerous traitors or enemies to their cause, they soon dispatched with extreme prejudice.

     I remember warnings from elders, 'Watch the ones with dumb looks claiming a traitor in their midst (misdirection) and/or the traitor has been the some ones taking this nation to the brink of disaster. Why, we just wanted to be a happy family, but ours was the time to help save the people, mixed with lies, assignments, assassins, covert-ops, misdirection and numerous assassinations is a good part of what brought us to where we are this day, you poisoned. Only to discover they plotted out separation, to make my death appear as accidentally suicide because of widow's grief. SunHawk cannot know about the problems that have challenged us around here. . . .

     We can't tell him about the bloody cabin, still haven't been able to piece it together, beyond going to a movie and retuning to discover a cabin repainted in blood. Massive amount of blood designs on the ceiling, bloody hand prints on the walls, a bloody picture box and critical pictures missing, connecting us certain dangerous assignments and people missing . . . now violence and blood on the bed, stove, as well as, on and around the door.

Guardian speaks: Protect our children. In the house of my father's there are many . . . come see?

Okay, what does that have to do with current environment, blood, violence, circles of sacred ones of Chief and Medicine Elders fires, and conditions? Except falsehoods, half-truths, erroneous concepts or translations seem to create violence, battles, conformations, and pain; and not until after speech, speaking in words of honest correction did the pain stopped. However, Guardians explain, why now in the house of my father, which is only one of many, misleading, falsehoods, deceptive, half-truths among translations?

     Grandmother M, the sacred saintly Elder, one woman, who came to my support after prayers and meditation. . . . Red Sun is correct in relationship to the translation-placement. One: In the house of my father, there are many houses. . . . Two: House—holds beautiful symbolic concepts starting in the arms of the Heavenly Father's sacred heart, where one can receive amazing gifts and blessings, enlightenment, and love.

     His sacred heart of spirit is not a mansion cold and hard, but as always, symbolic functions presents unique concepts connected to the word, mansions. Your assumption of missing data, was removed and destroyed from the original text by transcribes: which prevents honest comprehension and truth of sacred words spoken, by the Sacred Son of Eternal Light, when his eternal spirit joined the form of mortal man . . . .

     Visitations reveal how destruction came about and the whys connecting parables, references, and explanations, were removed, twisted and in some cases outright denied the masses the power. They saw the ability to increase their power and enrich their pockets, which they choice to use against the people. Often they imposed set rewording codes to remove personal empowerment of the masses and place all controlling powers in their hands only, through manipulation of text and concepts.

     Red Sun seems to have a connection to the proper translations . . . . However, Red Sun, my granddaughter, your sensory perception is only partially correct, when the word encompasses a universe of enlightenment, which allows you to sense the changes in translations. This is why the wisdom says use traditional knowledge and theory: We are the sacred native peoples of the Red Nations of Peoples. Grandmother M the proof is sitting around the sacred fires in our mountains.]>]

Before another thought leaked out, all senses experience strong shaking movement of a four-hundred pound wooden love-seat style western chair. Only one chair shaking, which says this is not by any earthquake. Guardian shaker, by the guardians I have come to know, enjoys strange things when announcing their demanding presence house call. The behavior when they demand full attention from Red Sun and all present. Majority of strange communications are the forerunner to unique changes of environment, unusual visitation, and/or crossing into different realm, lessons, or an important speech, which decrees full attention required. One or many must contribute full attention to the Guardians, unless we want to experience physical pain or property damaged.

[From chair to chair, all conversations are various forms of spiritual communications, transmitted energy waves, received on psychic sensory levels, and transmitted on levels of spirit-consciousness, which spirit-mind perceives and experiences equally at the same time. All spiritual forms of communications are in italics. To assist in understanding, which one is transmitting, I have decided to offset them for better clarification. [>Red Sun spiritual communications expressed with [> at first line. [[>[Guardian spiritual communications double indentation. Then spiritual communications without special indentation is the Sacred Son of Sun Sacred Light Eternal who is the Highest of the Highest at the first line <<]. Indentation after first line of paragraph > to suggest paragraph.]

[>Under decree of punishment, I agree to listen and accept . . .

[[>[Red Sun we have been sent to gather you on a journey, for now is the time to bear witness to sacred truths, in the house of the Sacred Father and understand the truths too long denied the majority of peoples. "The Alpha/Omega who is the Father Eternal Sun of Universal Knowledge Enlightenment and Light Eternal who is the Light of Life and Love." Okay you know this but we wanted to introduce his Son of Eternal Sun to you Red Sun, in a different way so you could get to understand some of the names. Any way the Sacred Son of Eternal Sun expects you to join him, to experience a visitation style introduction/clarification of certain misconceptions and translations.

Guardians' touch waste no time transporting eternal spirit, Red Sun, within the Alpha/Omega universal sacred white light for a crossing visitation, then riding the sacred white light one takes a quick journey on the light across many different levels of universes in a blink.

[[>]Red Sun, we leave on this cloud of energy, hovering above one of many sections and points of entry: by the time, we return you back to your physical, you will discover many of long awaited questions, seeking answers will have answers. Looking down on this energy cloud supporting my eternal spirit of light, and around at countless sections beyond personal sight, I could only classify a megacity. Telecasting thought: Okay, what is the importance of this . . . enormous, megacity?

A voice sounds out from one and all positions in this megacity, below; engulfing eternal spirit in a sacred universe of sacred love, empowering one to experience a higher universe of pure knowledge; saintly, strong, gracious, and soothing.

     Guardians decided to have fun to cheer me, between shaken, rock, and roll jokesters, and long-winded around the block announcement; when they could have used a simple directive.

[[>]Did it help? . . .

[>Yes, I think so, but where . . . is this, I mean where, am I?

<<[Red Sun, I summonsed you to see actual realities, beyond words distortion that has always caused you pain. A place your mentor/guardian M, came to find answers when you were young and challenging clergy and learned how falsehoods have empowered corruption far too long. Then it was because of you, now it is for advancement of life, traditional values of sacred truths, and sacred ways make it imperative for people to recognize these sacred truths. Critical seasons of extreme destruction are on the horizon. The reason we need SunHawk and it is important for people to receive sacred truths. Important values, sacred truths and universal knowledge of oneness too long hidden and denied the children of universe about the sacred house of my father and oneness, which has harmed nations of people, across too many centuries.

     >We hope during your eternal spirit adventures here, Red Sun's spirit-heart experiences, observes and analysis the wonders in the sacred house of my father. It is important to separate fiction from reality allow spirit to absorb for comprehension of my father's house. Many transparent lessons and teachings transcribers voided out and/or inserted falsehoods for manipulation of spirits lost, confused, or searching for truths.

<<[Right now, you are going through a transcending change in life; remember thousands of life depends on you, for without you, thousands of lives will perish needlessly, and SunHawk it needed here. This is why you two have to follow our directions, to help save thousands of lives before they die needlessly. Soon comes a time of extreme violence and dangerous conditions, which will reach out from a great darkness and attempt destruction beyond all of humanities comprehension of darkness power to destroy, enslave, and/or assassinate all of humanity along with turning all lands into wastelands. [Quick flash pictures in five frames: one-red and one-green serpent rising up from the depths of darkness.]

     >If people do not understand, the truths of my father's house, it empowers darkness to confuse minds and hearts. Lack of understanding and insight supports their efforts to deceive, mislead, and destroy the hearts and minds of all nationalities, turning every nation against each other, and self, not just a few nations against others, but countless nations at odds within, as well. Darkness rejoices at how easy it is to turn nationalities against each other, when knowledge it lacking. When the time is right, we will visit again when the time to awaken another portion of the sacred path of enlightenment to guide and help others understand, will be at your door, that is not important this visit.

     >This visitation is for first hand observations within the house of my father. Our gift of experiences is a gift to one, to reach out and share sacred knowledge with many individuals. Knowledge we expect the ones we summonsed to tell others about their experiences in various ways: speaking, writing, storytelling, or sharing with others, this among other necessary lessons of discoveries on your journeys, too. Observe the religious structures, in this sacred realm of countless entrances and places of worship, which will answers questions of conversation, about destroyed, twisted, improperly translated, and/or removed quotes from parables containing universal gifts of wisdom. For the time is coming to awaken awareness, too long denied and vacant from the spirit-hearts of humanity.

<<]Red Sun from where you are let your spirit-heart reach-out, sense, see, and travel around the universes connected to the house of my father. Let your spirit-heart speak of what it recognizes, across Alpha/Omega universe from each independent, to traditional, cultural, spiritual, and religious belief systems.

[>What connects with my spirit-heart is not one generation, but countless centuries of generations transcending (past, present, and future) environments. Not one is denied entrance, no matter how humble and simple ranging from the tribes in the Rainforest of South America to the Aboriginals in Australia, or the jungles of South Africa. It is interesting how all the clans across any of the small islands and none my father neither refuses nor rejects them just because they chose their traditional ways of worshipping and holding to their cultures. If I remember correctly the priest and do-gooders that understand not has caused them more harm than good?

<<In the house of Alpha/Omega, my father, these are all his children and they follow many traditional ways, honoring many cultural values and guardian teachers, their teachings taught them to follow and honor. For many hold, one or more pieces of the sacred key to universal wisdom and eternal life, therefore forsaking traditions and cultures, destroys the keys to universal secrets and wisdom.

     > Here in the house of my father, who is the sacred eternal light of life and love eternal, you will discover once eternal spirits crossover, there are no differences between physical, cultures or nationalities, only cultural experiences for advancement of spiritual wisdom, values, environment, and long range spirit-heart and spiritual life lessons and training. We see only ones eternal spirit adventures.

     >Nevertheless, void from here are the ones that are Demonic Devil Worshippers, and have chosen to follow the path of the destruction of humanity and mislead people. This includes those who are the destroyers of life through worshipping the one worse of all demonic gods MONIES of DARK DESTRUCTION. Here all eternal spirits are void of self-righteous indignation, which is the worse of all destroyers and is a roadblock for many, since it is one of the worse of all major sins.

[>Symbolic places of worship, sacred representation, unspoken number, and ports of entry for all unknown. Cultures, spiritual traditions, hearts pure faith, belief systems, faiths in the Alpha/Omega, his appointed Sacred Ones and guardians, cultural standards, whose visual presentations deliver sacred universal realities, are presence. From the sacred organized place of worship, private ones in the middle of the woods, closet or places individuals hold sacred in by their spirit-heart, including all true and sacred spiritual beliefs and teachings of its leader and followers.

     > We are blinded to reality by deception and only here is it easy to perceive and comprehend different styles of mansions, temples, hut, longhouses, campfire, secret gardens, and personal spaces; in combination with personal prayer rocks to sit on, meditation trees, and areas of countless representation, each honoring sacred and real religious beliefs, practices, and standards.

     >Now I will not fear for the crossing of SunHawk, because here I see and understand there is not one single way or need to worship in any structures of organize religions. Not just one-way for spiritual children to come onto the house of the Heavenly Father, for one and all comes unto the house of the father by way of ones spirit-heart, spiritual faith and belief system with few exceptions. Organized religion does not want its people to learn the truth of the sacred places of the Holiest Father of all Father's.

<<]Know these words, each generation certain ones are chosen to experience and learn, then assigned to reach out and teach, sacred universal wisdom, advancements and logic, which reach beyond physical senses of standard awareness, knowingness, logic, and comprehension. Advancing universal awareness, by adding to universal physics, experiences, increasing knowledge, values and enhancing inactive spiritual environments; which has the potential to awaken new and selected pieces of universal secrets for advancement of or destruction of humanity. Gifts also provide tests, responsibilities, and burdens, in connection with enlightenment. Remember, free will and freedom of choice, even when each individual choices their personal place for traditional/ spiritual/teachings and worship.

     >The personal places are sacred gardens for prayer, meditation and/or to connect with awareness. Yes, the same place where one can receive critical knowledge to assist in advancements of experiences. Guidance to advance into greater spiritual areas of awareness, where many enter, seeking to achieve enlightenment and truths. The place some enter seeking sacred guidance and answers.

[>Many are called and fewer the Sacred Father chooses to go from student to student/teacher and then on to guardian/teacher/guide. Here is where we can come to seek answers, once summonsed to receive gifts. Among those summonsed, only a few among each generation he chooses. Maybe, I cannot accept, not all called can continue accomplish and receive his gifts and blessings; on a different level. Okay, it might take a couple of decades before awareness awakens in them. Who is to say not so, the ones called and slow to be chosen, might be grandparents or have suffered in manners; which then allows them to learn and become inspiration, surpassing expectations on a different and/or abstract level?

<<] The final decision rest only in the spirit of the Sacred Father, for only he makes the final decides of who is worthy for advanced or enhanced development, lessons in awareness, teachings and guidance.

The Sacred Son of Light Eternal walks and directs my movement about the megacity of spiritual knowledge, religious structures, and secret gardens. The spiritual wonders in this house wants to let my spirit-heart sense, touch and absorb energy, then observe and experience many more wonders, the many changing faces and personalities of the structures, and the mansions displaying great wealth of monies and construction, there was a change in energy fluctuations. The beauty was among the many simple, gentle personalities and spirits from individuals to tribal, cultural, and traditional structures and gardens.

      The Sacred Son of Light Eternal was able to sense what I sensed and experience all my spirit-heart was embracing. After all, he was the one guiding the energy cloud along universal hallways and avenues. Travel quickly proved hard to count the endless numbers of sections, longhouses, huts, structures, mansions, manors and gardens we traveled by and viewed. Notwithstanding, the amount amazed me, to know the vast majority of these places did not represent dogmatic religious organizations the Holiest of the Most Holy who is the Sacred Light Eternal, accepts, honors, and loves, them without question. Yet, all the dancing lights and colors invited my curiosity.

<<]The dancing lights, each one awakens, with sacred lights shining to announce when any of its children receives a crossing summons and enters their home or they are in their place of worship seeking spiritual knowledge or direction. We appreciate the simple, interesting, and wonderful love of those who stood strong and accept spiritual awareness, from, by or in relationship to ancestors' sacred love and teachings from the Sacred Ones within the sacred universal houses of the Sacred Father Eternal of Light and Love, since all things come to humanity in its own universal time for advancement.

     >I/we refer to the true seekers who refuse/reject and walk out of the shadows of the ones without doors and windows. Know this there is much wisdom, many gifts, and knowledge to experience, learn from our teachings. It one learns through experiences one find sacred gift give sacred abilities to those who are open to and accepts the gifts through learning, among many journeys across and among different realms and levels of the Sacred Father of all Fathers vast universe of knowledge and abilities.

     >"In the House of My Father are many nations of religious teachings, cultures, and nationalities, among the huge mansions, simple structures, of secret and private gardens. Here to you we reveal all of which we honor and acknowledge in the house of my father, if this was not so I would not tell you so. The why you are here the High Council of Archangels, Sacred Elders, Guardians and the Heavenly Father of all Fathers decreed the time for you to have an awakening in the house of my father, is now.

     >Know among this vast array of sections; we embrace those that stand strong with inner-strength, calling upon personalized spiritual faith and individual respectful honor of the Alpha/Omega sacred ones. Sacred truths and wisdom grow among within the spiritual heart that seek to grow within the light eternal of enlightenment, which provides inner-strength and sacred powers for individuals to stand strong, within the light of the Sacred Father, who is the Sacred Light Eternal of Eternal Life. The Chief of all Chiefs, Holiest of the most Holy of Fathers, the Guardian of Guardians, the same one known by many names, and others call the Great Spirit. Another piece, spiritual meaning of—in the house of my father— the sacred spirit-heart of Alpha and Omega eternal love . . .

[>In arms of spirit love, which all can sense and observe within the countless sectors throughout his universe. Love without judgment, discrimination, or condemnation a sacred love of the saints, is the expression of the Sacred Ones pure love shining forth, reaching out and touching all that are open to his sacred love.

<<]Red Sun, will you accept my invitation to come down and walk by my side? He raises his hand and I extend my light, we connect and before a blink I could complete, we stand side by his side. Welcome to the house of my Father, Red Sun, where you arrived is one among many, entry points into the kingdom of my father. Please, know all you can survey and beyond are symbolic of structures of worship, of sacred respect and love, and other are symbolic alter structures. From where you hovered, you can see some of the countless ways to enter into my father's house and did you not say you realized each he recognizes, approves of, acknowledges, and welcomes.

[>Let me get this straight:

     > Each individual area here no matter how big or humble is symbolic of individual earthly religions, practices.

     > Each separate place and structure represents one of the countless symbolic traditions, cultures, belief systems, practices, customs, behaviors, and worship, around this universe . . . . From here overseeing the sacred truth, not one religious practice is the only way, for personages to enter the sacred kingdom.

     >His home provides guidance to guides to us in understanding, gain understanding of sacred universal laws, physics, communications, powers, medicines, teachings, behavior, love, and honor his universal formation of laws.

     >Only individual eternal spirit of light and sacred spirit-heart not walking in the shadows will be able to understand, and recognize truths that our mortal mind will not.

     > Be forewarned do not let your mind be your director or make your decisions, those we do not accept.

     >Follow your spirit-heart let it reveal its truth of experiences via unseen presentations changing ways for inner-sight experiences the truth all before visual sight speaks to mind and not ones true spirit senses including sight beyond sight, instinctive knowingness and ears that hears truth beyond words..

<<]Here you can observe many created great mansions they claim to honor their sacred and heavenly father of all fathers and some . . . . Well in time, you will understand. Your spirit-heart can recognize waffling leadership and teachings, which range from honest stable to unstable darkness.

[>Spirit-heart senses are able to expose unseen and unrealized differences in presentation of concepts, ranging from positive truths and half-truths, filled with deceptive destructiveness misleading members and/or followers. The appearance depends on its foundational design and changes during various construction phases, which deal with sacred cultural environments, filled an array of sacred traditions. Yet, for the secrets to become alive, it might take praying to allow spirit-heart to expose the true unseen realities.

<<]Sometimes changes do occur due to environmental changes, some teachings for the better by awakening truths, and other creates more problems with its uncertainty of questions. Example: The ones without use family pain, which is how they judge what is useful to embed controlling fears. Allow your spirit-heart observe what creates noticeable differences within spiritual structures, spiritual presentations, and sacred developments: recognition of spiritual openness dealing with cultural spirit, traditional teaching of values, sacred experiences, and personal awareness.

     >Here in the house, is where teachings enhance spiritual background, sacred skills, and knowledgeable powers, which assist in sacred experiences. Know this is where individuals come to learn and examine the sacredness of faith. This is where you came the times you crossed and where you received gifts, of sacred abilities, which enhanced your sensitive to individual spirit-hearts. Know this your, past and present knowledge, in addition to honoring your prime directive, determined the elders' decision that you must take this journey. Certain environments are different, but your many life adventures allowed you to either experience or witness many . . . but did you really understand them?

[> What I witness from here implies, not one culture, religion or manor of religious teachings, speak the sacred truth, when they claim, their way is the only way to enter the Kingdom and into the arms and heart of the Holiest of the Most. Religion once darkness was able to get truths removed from the sacred scroll to separate and divide nations, because of the corrupted translations and dark passages of demonic deception. This is thing sacred elders, guardians, spoke of, and what Grandmother M told me a great deal about after her summons to journey here.

<<]Tell all to worry not, just because one goes to church regularly, this neither means they will not gain entrance nor does it mean those who do not attend a church. In truth, we invited all that life their lives in a good way, into our house. How individual treat others, and accept responsibility, not how much money ones give a church . . . . Money cannot purchase acceptance, forgiveness, or our invitation. Know this what one does with money and how one uses money power is of universal importance and determines if one receives punishment and imprisonment or sacred guardianship/teacher status.

[>What my spirit-heart enjoys experiencing is how the humble and truthful ones continue to grow more numerous in number, among those that have faith in, respect of and life their lives in a manor that honors all of Alpha/Omega and his Sacred Ones. All these huge mansions combined are only a small portion of the sacred spirits and spirit-hearts, hut, longhouses, community places of worship and secret gardens, which says truth is staring to touch the spirit-hearts of many.

     >Amazing how these humble ones of simple construction are strong of faith, built on proven architecture combining ones own personal and spiritual life. Each structure's construction contains love, faith, spirit-heart, and sacred hands, which grows with spiritual knowingness, and honest behavior of spirit. Each sacred community of spiritual love and personal involvement contributes life of enlightenment to these individual places from nature's local materials, blessed and contributed by Mother Earth with love.

     >Materials range from wood, to local stones gathered from the fields, straw, grass, water, and clay. Still others appear nothing more than a circle of stones or some offering with a fire inside an inner center circle. Many structures are longhouses, huts, caves, or fire pits, inside a circle of life, inside a hut; still others are only four poles, holding up a roof of tree leaves, woven grasses, or ferns, but that does not take away from the sacred knowledge and teachings given to those inside the sacred circle of life and its evolving values. Each appears clear, steadfast, stable, strong, beautiful, and full of spiritual energy, light, and life in their desires to communicate with the Sacred Ones, ancestors, relations and guardians. The amazing energy of each radiates auras of love energies, faith, acceptance of life filled with the expressions of two-way love, which reflects his Sacred Light of Life Eternal enormous respect and love for each.

<<]Know this none of the Sacred Ones or Elders ever asked anyone to build them a chapel or mansion, temple or alters of sacrifice cloaked in buildings, built on layers of gold, silver, platinum, marble, lined with precious jewels, valuable stonework, and/or precious metals. Truth, protect and feed the hungry children first and watch over those who cannot develop the means to watch after themselves. We only ask individuals to respect, love, honor, and accept the teachings of the Sacred Ones as ones sacred-heart would or should honor ones sacred and honored elders.

[>Now I understand why it is easier for a camel to enter the kingdom than for the wealthy to enter with their wealth and desires. In fact, it would be easier for an elephant and camel to enter together, because of their spirits are accepting spiritual thinking, and openness, which do not block or prevent them from the Kingdom.

     >These simple spiritual places are homes that do not judge or reject anyone who enters, along with the ones with opening on all sides, welcoming all. A place where any one can come to learn by way of experiences, teach by experience, guide through support and/or lend a helping hand to all who seek understanding towards spiritual development and/or understanding a variety of sacred awakenings, and knowledge combined with countless lessons current and past down across generations imparting enlightenments guidance.

     >Now I understand, you have answered my childhood question, which way it the right-way. The way one enters the Father's house is through ones eternal spiritual being; spirit-heart; and behavior; including dedication towards spiritual advancement. One needs to learn tolerance and acceptance of other faiths and religious believes. We are part of the sacred circle of the eternal light of life.

<<]Red Sun many use-misleading translations for personal gain to mislead and control others. Each mistranslated verse robs people of their spiritual power, which is not the true ways of our Sacred Heavenly Father. In time, you will sense the ones men create, inserted, and imposed, once you understand. Beyond here are many whose traditions and cultural beliefs, prefer to worship the Holiest of Holy in sacred ways, out in the open sun or under the stars. These people do not want anything to distort communications and traditions.

[>Yet most religious structures beyond this area have the appearance of sprawling manors with abundances of wide windows and doors, for the Sacred Eternal Light of Life to enlighten the spirits of eternal beings, which is why they provide easy access and enlightenment. Easy entrance throughout to learn, with full visual focus: out, beyond, and throughout the manors touching and touched by the universe of the Holy Father.

     >That one is beautiful, built by hands, filled with great spiritual life, easy to understand how individual knowledge shines with enlightenment, it a wonderful gift of spiritual enlightenment, that touches my spirit. Cannot explain why but it provides spiritual peace and comprehension of massive universes of wisdom, connecting all levels of sacred oneness.

     > However, the silence lost in those without invites tears, for those that enter the structures of deception, divided by narrow thinking deceivers. Those without, narrows of thought, or have changed the words and/or teaching of the Holiest of the Most Holy who is the Sacred Eternal Light of Life and lack portals unto the father's kingdom. Mistranslations twist concepts and half-truths for too long, which has misled hundreds of thousands upon thousands of millions over centuries. My spirit-heart weeps to realize the generations lost in darkness or deceit and deny sacred knowledge of enlightenment.

<<]Red Sun, the third of several important reasons we summonsed you here, stands among these structures. Before you are three places of worship, one is your sacred home, to excel in your sacred journey to awaken and enhance eternal spiritual advancement of universal enlightenment and wisdom. Red Sun, you have journeyed around this place, yes, but choice wisely; and remember this truth, your must choice right the first time, for once you make your choice, there is no turning back. However, two are not your to awaken the sacred light eternal, but will mislead you, too. Know untold generations and thousands of lives will perish needlessly, if you choice wrongly.

[>Yes, three before me, invisible, and removed from sight of spirit-mind making sure only spirit-heart senses possess the gift of recognition; spirit-heart of Red Sun, time to reach out with eternal spirit of light and touch the sacred home of our eternal light spirit. Spirit-heart reaches inside and touches a beauty, which answers back and embraces all of Red Sun's eternal spirit with its sacred spirit. One touch tells me I am in the home of ancestors' sacred enlightenment.

Personal Visual Account of Experience: The Sacred Son clapped and that which had been invisible, becomes visible one at a time, revealing the two I rejected first. One a temple wrapped in gold and trimmed in precious gems with marbles columns. Second place rejected a huge mansion carved of granite and marble, yet a mansion strangled by type of clinging vines and ivy, but one of the many without, both lacking the same spirit of enlightenment. Only after I saw the two rejected, did appear the one chosen in its full sacred beauty. Its amazing wonders sang to Red Sun's spirit-heart of eternal spirit of light. The Sacred Light Eternal of Enlightenments Sacred Love and Wisdom sings-a-song of sacred love, which touches all levels of spirit-heart allowing Red Sun's eternal spirit to recognize its sacred home of ancestors' eternal love for the Chief of all Chiefs who is Sacred Light Eternal.

     A structure of red clay bricks, which stretches over hundreds of sections with scores of windows, doors, and open gardens, to accept, welcome, and absorb every ray of the Sacred Father's Eternal Light of Love. A place for those that desire to grow in the strength of experiencing the Sacred Father's Light Eternal of Enlightenment, Wisdom, Sacred Spiritual Love Eternal and Honor openness in this amazing red clay brick village, which instantly captured my spirit-heart, in ways none other had even come close to capturing my spirit-heart.

     So few words, I write, to explain such an intense awareness awakening to sacred universal love, and knowledge. Spirit connects to experience the sacredness built by hands, molded by love, and baked in the sacred sun by those of wondrous knowingness. One cannot judge spiritual time; when one is in the spiritual village of ancestors and relations and spirit-heart experiences the village of red clay bricks, with its abundance of openings receiving the sacred light. It touched my eternal spirit-heart and I realized I was home.

[>Sacred Sun Eternal Son, I think you already knew the one that touches and calls my spirit home. This one says hands of sincere humbling love, not of wealth, molds its construction of bricks. Then you already realized the one of bricks, not marble is my true home. The other two of marble mansions, I would not be comfortable with for very long and would lost much the same way ones seeks water in a land of dust storms and sand, void of life.

     >What I see is the life that holds each brick together, individualized spiritual love and dedication of hearts and hands, tighter with a mixture of spiritual humbleness combined with caring, faith, love, and self-sacrifice, the gifts, which supplies each one with is special sacred glow of life eternal. Each brick reflections each one individual love, dedicated to and dried by his sacred light of eternal love and blessed by the Highest of the Most High. Am I right, although I cannot determine the spiritual builders?

The Sacred Sun/Son of Life Eternal agrees and explains:

<<]One-by-one, decades upon decades, and generations upon generations of sacred love and devotion built this sacred village, which now transverses countless section some refer to by acres. Individually, each brick symbolizes sacred love. Each one represents an individual's sacred love of life. Construction of each brick requires each individual their entire lifetime, to convey their individualized spiritual love and faith.

Before entering the village, a wondrous rainbow shining forth from the village on an infinite journey, demanded my attention. Before thoughts of any form could be transmitted, his hand waves and in the space of a half-blink, he transported us inside.

<<]This area is where many come to join in conversation and spirit development: each shares experiences, reflects on sacred knowledge gain through lessons learned, this village allow each one to speak of wisdom gathered, and disclose life of adventures and enlightenment. These meeting places are Kiva style sitting arrangements, made of clay bricks with four-levels for visitors to sit, share, and enjoy. Each one is encircles a fire pit, which holds its sacred eternal flame of enlightenment?

      > Beyond this sacred meeting area, are three large separate sections I want you to see? Each section is also very important. The first section is the only dinning area with an extra long table, for tribes to sit around and share meals. The second section is the only kitchen area, as well, where many prepare, cook and share each meal, here sharing, not hoarding required, if one eats everyone eats. The growth and development of tribes and nations requires sharing in all things, including knowledge and wisdom.

     >Outside the dining area, behind the outer wall of nothing more than transparent drape, gives each individual eternal spirit of light the opportunity to enjoy the beauty of dancing rainbow waters. The sacred spirit waters flowing inside this sacred pool transmits the water's spirit. The dancing waters are the reflection of countless spirits traveling within the rainbow to help assist and guide others in their quest to understand the sacred waters of life awakenings.

     >However, I sense something within you needs to investigate since not all things are what they appear and the power source of the rainbow pool exposes more than words can explain. Look inside the waters and tell me what you discovered.

[>Nothing in a pool, only water, sacred rainbow water of light eternal: What else can one say is about the water? Considering there is no manmade light or power sources, internally or externally; which could create any reflective power sources with the ability to create one continual, soaring rainbow, filled with sacred spiritual energy.

     >The pool dances with the full spectrum of lights, one can only call spiritual love of life eternal, answering sacred needs and prayers within and throughout the universe. A rainbow filled with the full spectrum of pure colors, sacred guardianships, filled with wisdom, eternal love, and energy. You might call this graduation on to different levels of lives eternal journeys. Is this not truth?

<<]Your memory and ability to recovery history, reveals in images and/or speaks in ways, calculated to facilitate recovery of knowledge not visible, since truth cannot hide here. The power to create this amazing far-reaching rainbow of enlightenment comes from the power of sacred spirit love combined with spirit-heart of eternal lights, motions of spiritual advancement into the next realm.

     >The pool symbolizes the ceremonial cleansing and cleansing ceremony of graduation, which comes together. A point when one psychic actives psychological and physiological energy physics and spiritual physics environment, signal one has reached a higher level of knowledge. Consequently, the activation combines spirit-heart with eternal spirit of light body on multi-levels of universal life. Meaning one has reached a level enabling ones spiritual values of ones eternal spiritual being of light, is able to awaken and communicate first with ones balanced spiritual lifetimes and then ones troubled lifetimes, connected to ones eternal spirit, but not both at the same moment.

     >You see the ones filled with sacred spiritual love, cleansed of impurities, gained new skills of guardians, which awakens amazing eternal powers to generate spirit lights of inspirations. The graduation means they have developed a new series of abilities, which empowers them with the right to stand in the presence of the Sacred Heavenly Father of Eternal Light and Love.

     >Each sentence is a brainteaser for you to seek answers of understanding or supply the questions to each answer; each one empowers awareness to awaken knowledge: research how sacred love can generate spiritual physics. Spiritual physics can supply the resources, which create amazing phenomenon and answers to advancement of universe togetherness.

     >From guardians, guides, Sacred Ones and Archangels, they always speak in parables with multi-layers of communication, concepts, and conditions. Each sentence contains several ideas and some only headers to pages of data and details and on occasion introduction to a novel. Each paragraph is a lesson with at least seven or more functions, meanings and each sentence can be. Hypothesis, based on experience: one must not assume this village in the house of the Sacred Father nor his house symbolizes only consequences of life, or spiritual connection for development or experience sacred knowledge or where one goes when one needs to learn. Question, this is where can one go, without limitations to growth of knowledge, including awakening the use of spiritual/universal physics, its functions and power.

[>Love is the Expression of the Father's Light of Sacred Love shining through us. The words of wisdom and enlightenment my sacred Grandmother M and mentor told me, when she was old and I was young, that she learned when she was young, from a sacred elder close to a century old, her first of many sacred guides and teachers. Only now, do I comprehend and experience the deeper meaning of these words. What is the connection with the village and he pool?

     >Simple words, yes, considering these words contain generations upon generations of Sacred Elders, relationship and connection to this village. Where they learned and contributed knowledge to the Sacred Father universe, his sacred house and to this sacred village of universal spiritual knowledge and history. Traditional elders combine many lifetimes of training, enlightenment, and sacred knowledge in one simple, but not so simple sentence.

<<]Red Sun, you are beginning to understand, now its your time to explore this sacred village, there is much for you to see, learn, and understand the foundation of how the people developed all this. It is important for you to learn, to see, and understand all the critical things you can during this visit, before your time to return. Please let the children of the village's ancestors know, it is important the children connected to the relations and ancestors of this village know. The time has arrived for all the sacred truths of spiritual knowledge, which includes spiritual cultures; skills of traditional medicine; spiritual physics influences, traditional skills, powers awakening and practiced.

[>Why is it impossible to see the spirits here, I can sense them, but not communicate with or see them?

     <<]You are traveling on different energy planes, because none here currently appears connected to physical forms, beyond you. All are eternal spirit energy of light, which have crossed into this realm. Remember, you walk with your eternal light spirit, on a short-term visitation, with your eternal spirit charged to support a physical form, to fulfill an objective to save the people, my children.

Personal Account of Conditions: Along many hallways, we journey, stopping at various point to view a variety of learning rooms. The journey we took revealed a massive village interconnected, not separated by space, except for heart of four direction positions of enlightenment, crossing open gardens of inspiration welcoming light and sharing knowledge. A village the red children built over centuries of countless cycles of universal life. Time lines are not as we record it, but closer explanation would be decades of generations of our relations.

     Here is the place those who visit can quickly learn volumes, although it may take many seasons to analysis it. Once here one can recognize we are not now, nor have we ever been many tribes of separate nations. Only the Sacred Heavenly Father's red family units of sacred spiritual children and grandchildren. His red children are the original creators of this interconnecting village, in the midst of various teachings with environments of learning experiences and skill development. Strange how this village appears in the middle of the sacred house, in the center of the sacred four direction circle, or from my perspective it appears so, but does not make it so.

<<]Red Sun, each room is an individualized, personalized library filled with valuable history, teachings, instructions, and supports for each one to gain knowledge, review, relive, and/or relearn valuable life lessons. Libraries cover basic lifetime lessons to advance in our eternal life for the accomplishment of primary assignments/objectives, to fulfill current needs, and handling differences. No beds only a desk with books and advanced interactive communications devices. Enjoy your stay at the village, cannot leave until one finishes and passes the wall-to-wall, and ceiling to floor books and interactive events, which assists each eternal spirit to relive all sides (in the moments) of events and involvement.

     >This is where each spirit that earns the honor to journey here, comes to visit so they can learn and/or relearn that which they are required to experience, recognize and comprehend. In each section of rooms, the eternal spirit of the red children are able to reexamine and explore straight and honest history foretold, in addition to many observations and reports by observers, spirit guides, guardians, sacred angels, and the Sacred Ones. Please to review all life lessons and strengthens individual spirits-heart of eternal light spirits. In this village are interactive connections and experiences individuals are required to experience and learn for upcoming assignments.

<<]To answer that thought, those who had difficulty reading in the physical realm discovery the capability to comprehend, read, and absorb many books in rapid succession, since books we developed towards spiritual readers. Review, experience, comprehend, and appreciate countless seasons and cycles, of traditional family history of relations. Reliving experiences from those that lived it, experience through hearts, eyes, and emotions, of relations that arrived before us. A time to experience connection to relations retelling life adventures, which has the ability to empower and impart stronger awareness. A place one . . . experiences and explores through individual hearts numerous lessons comprehended teachings and defined via insightful truths.

     >In the Father's House, one gains the ability to experience and see truths in the course of history on all sides, across countless lines of generations before and after the arrival of Europeans. It is important to experience and comprehend the whys of past violence and changes; along with the sacred spirit medicine teachings given to your people by the Sacred Ones. Struggles for survival against violent, fear and manifest destiny used by priest to mislead for the destruction of nations. Priests supported nations, Kings, and those of wealth. They too have used for centuries and misused their positions to deceive, undermine, and implant disingenuous fears, for nations determined to profit from the destruction of nations by increasing hatred and fears. Many truths can go unseen for generations

     >Truth there was forces at work to destroy your nations and rid the world of your sacred powers and truths too. Darkness was the one that came to this land and realized your truths, sacred ways, and cultures, had the knowledge, strength and skills to bring peace to this land. They had to create confusion and fear of the teachings and medicine ways the Sacred Ones, gave your people. Now it is the time for the traditional and sacred people of the Red Nations to awaken and relearn centuries of sacred teachings and add strength to Mother Earth.

     >Red Sun, before your return journey, there is one very important room, you need to visit. This room has been setup and designed for two sacred spirits Red Sun and SunHawk, this is the area for our children to increase their sacred medicine skills, power, and knowledge. Among countless lessons and adventures to experience and gather the information needed to help teach and guide others, which in time your will understand.

[>Interesting, the Sacred Father summoned me some ten years prior and informed me, my eternal spirit of light and power is of the Red People and nothing else. The physical is three-fourth Traditional Red Nation Native and the rest matters not, because it has no power and calls not to his Red Sun. Then and now it is important for Red Sun to return home to the peoples, for without me thousands will perish needlessly. Here is the home of traditional values of the Red Nations.

<<]Red Sun, we have set up desk for your visitations to gather certain information to assist others in their learning. Your desk abuts an open window that receives lights from the sacred rainbow waters. The secret of the water receives its illumination by way of sacred spirit light.

[>What is the symbolism of the medicine bonnet on that stand, on what you say is my assigned desk. The same bonnet I have observed for more than ten years in visions, when the Sacred Father, Archangels, you, and the Sacred Ones summons me. A traditional bonnet worn by certain members of the Red Nation Peoples, which one can only assume is a medicine bonnet of white eagle feathers, trimmed mostly with reds and radiating a blue energy field around the feathers.

<<]Red Sun you have been here too long it is necessary for you to return now to your physical form, since you cannot stay here.

     <Returning home, I open my eyes to Injun Joe and his other-half Rose, looking very worried it had been over an hour and my body had turn too white and cold. They knew I had taken a spirit walk, however, what they did not know, concerned them. What would they do if I failed to return? Three blankets and two cups of hot coffee later I tried to tell them about the place. Upon returning, I discovered leaving physical with no spirit-mind to control form's actions, can be dangerous and painful on a body it collapses in an awkward ragdoll position across the western style chair, muscles cramped, blood needed to reactive instead of pooling where is shouldn't be.

     <A huge village of record-keepers, gathering data and information about ever person and their interconnection to sacred knowledge waiting for the right conditions one can receive sacred truths, logic, wisdom, historical realities, traditions, traditional values, cultures, medicines, abilities, talents, skills and spiritual love, which continues to grow and add to this village. Many of the people radiate strong spiritual faith, far-ranging knowledge, and continual growth of enlightenment, with strong empowering faith, bonding eternal spirit-heart of light and love with the Highest of the Most High who is the Sacred Life of Eternal Light. The people need to know this earth will be no more if they continue to allow distortion and misuse of their sacred teachings, cultures, and traditions.

     >The place of learning and transcending into guides, guardian protectors, mentor, teach, and take on guardianship assignments. Then others return to help relations, or continue on journeys that require them to take on animal guide form, physical form, and/or what environmental conditions necessities. The rainbow waters carry each to new assignment, which is a precaution.

Sidebar Begins: [It is important to recognize, the difference between visions, visitors, and/or visitations: Visions and dreams do not experience interaction spiritual physics or universal awareness connections. Visitations are interactive experiences of spiritual physic when ones spiritual mind opens and adjust to absorbing quantum amounts of universal communications and valuable knowledge together with incorporating behavior of spiritual physics experiences when summonsed to take a journey with He Who is the Sacred Son of the Father of all Father's, considered a Sacred One.

This time it was easy to acknowledge this environment. However, it is Important to test environment's spiritual connection to the sacred light sources of power and question, if the light is continuously even or does it cast or create shadows any place within the sacred universe of the father. Inasmuch as, He who is known by many names from the Heavenly Father; to the Holiest of Most Holy; the Alpha and Omega; Father of all Father's and the Sacred Father who is the Sacred Light/Life Eternal, and He who made us in his image.] Sidebar Ends