Sage, Tobacco, and Wood Smoke | The Spiritual Journey of Standing Rock
My body is permanently infused with smoke, the holy sacred smoke of our ancestors. Even now as I sit in relative comfort of a heated room, have bathed and washed my hair the scent is still with me.
Waking this morning in this box room at the motel my heart is aching for the purifying cold and life on the edge at Standing Rock. Carried with me are the callings of deep Spirit medicine. Opening the door wide to let in some air I hear whispers on the wind carried in the quiet wonder of a gentle snow fall, all is white and glittery again, breathing deep and exhaling slowly to silence.
Listening.
We the Oyate, the people of the one nation return to our divine inheritance, Creator and Mother Earth are shaking the slumbering souls awake for Water is Life and Fire is in our blood. For those who say that this is over with one hollow victory I say to you go deeper, far from over it has just begun if we are to reclaim that which was stolen from us through violence and deception.
I hear the call in my morning prayers to continue to dance and drum, to sing our song to the highest reaches of heaven.
She renews us daily with Her abundant blessings as she takes us in Her arms and soothes our quivering souls for we must ask ceaselessly for guidance from the fields of Her unconditional love.
Listen and once you hear then you must chose to act outside the boxed in world of a false matrix. There is a path, it is the narrow road which navigates the opposing forces of life and death manifesting before our un-blinkered eyes. The single pointed focus that is within the core of our Being is where we reside in reality, all else is the folly of humans through out time as we were slowly coerced in to accepting empty substitutes as reasons for our existence.
The power of Standing Rock is the gravitating force of purpose, single minded purpose that drew us into the swirling vortex of a new creation. Without purpose a life is lived on the surface running on the tick-tock of time from one hollow acquisition to the next, always left empty needing to consume again from the falsely offered commodities of a society formed with greed and fear of scarcity, two of the greatest lies ever told.
Living so close with the Earth; to bathe with snow melted on a fire, to wrestle with the tug of an icy wind, to be of necessity so focused on survival in an extreme brings out inner strengths and stokes old fires. The uplifting call of the wild lives in my soul, it howls with wolves and flies with eagles.
There are not the words to express the gratitude for all that was given in the reciprocal field of being a wide open receiver so to be an abundant giver.
It comes to me now that dance, the drums, and the song are how we commune and give back grace for Grace. Never forgotten and now reemerging into a world lit from within, changing, ever changing as we are freed from the confines of those who would impose an outsiders authority, those who suck the blood of children, those who have lost their own light.
Freedom is a wild and fierce commitment to Truth, to Beauty and to Love. Dive head long into the Intelligence of all that is, ever was and ever will be. Take heart, find courage and walk to the land of the free.
The Red Road, the long walk is our unity in diversity. Leave behind labels, codes, conducts not befitting a free people. Be ever present with prayer and peace.
Love unbound for all my relatives. A’ho
Christine