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| Topic Started: Feb 24 2007, 11:43 AM (153 Views) | |
| Wapankitupe | Feb 24 2007, 11:43 AM Post #1 |
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Saugh-he, my family members spoke many times, “He will get over it, it's just a phase”. This phase has lasted many years now; this year grew to the size of a mountain and I stayed the size of a mouse. If someone had told me years ago I would be climbing this mountain, I would have spoke to them, absolutely not. I would have thought that would be a crazy thing to do. Why would a person want to do such a thing. I had endured enough with the purification ceremonies. But to seek a Vision, “Why”. I already have many visions. I didn’t' feel I could recognize Earth Mothers vision, if it hit me in the face. I was introduced to a person who was cured of Kidney Cancer by a Medicine Man. I didn't disbelieve it, but I didn't believe it either. I am convinced of mind and body connection, but someone else's mind healing someone else's body; I didn't understand that. Then I met a Medicine Man; it was not at all what I expected. His hair wasn't in silver braids. His dress hardly American Indian; instead he wore a white T-shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes. I walked up on his front porch in North Carolina. Several people were sitting around on the porch; the chair next to him was empty. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for me to sit next to him. I should have known then, that a spiritual set-up was in first gear. He continued to speak to the people that were present. As I began to listen, I discovered that the person he was describing to them was me. He had unzipped my skin and reached in and read my feelings. I felt myself slowly slide down in my chair. I shifted positions several times; I was not and could not make myself comfortable. By the looks in the other people’s eyes, they seemed unaware of what he was doing. Perhaps they were just being polite, having been in the hot seat once themselves. The medicine man never turned his eyes or words towards me, but we both knew. Instead he would spoke, “some people are like this” and my worst flaw would then drop out, splattering in front of me on the porch boards. At last he gave me eye contact; I felt I was looking into a pair of wise ancient eyes. The person sitting next to me was not the man in blue jeans any more; but some ancient one. He knew of my fear of going into a sweat lodge. He walked me to his and gave me a look around. Next time you come, he spoke to me, (but I doubted there would be a next time) At times he was endearing and nurturing, while at other times he cut me to the quick. He asked me for a commitment to my path before I left that night. As his voice rose and he awaited my response, so did the wind; trees started to crack and bend. There was enough ruckus being made outside, that the people in the lodge came out to see what was going on. In my mind I asked myself, how did that Medicine Man time his question to the wind? After that visit, I thought about the Medicine Man and his people often. I knew I would return to his lodge; but I didn't know when. I returned the next year and crawled into his sweat, convinced I was going to die at any moment. The heat to me seemed physically impossible to endure. But we did endure and several times afterwards. I slipped into Creator and Earth Mothers truth, wisdom and understanding. Back to the feelings of my ancestors and the old ways. You may ask, why would a person do this. At that time it seemed to me the only place I had found that I could feel Creator and Earth Mothers presents and see the way clear to my walk. From the porch, the sweat and the night on the mountain; all were challenging walks. All requiring faith, strength and endurance; something I didn't think was possible for me. I sat on that mountain overnight, through the thunder and lightning storm that lasted all night. I thought of a song, "Fool on the Hill". I thought also that I must be Creators Humor. Here I sit under a plastic tarp, in the woods, on a mound of dirt; enduring most all the elements of nature. Yet in the midst of all this, I felt such a protective force and connection to Creator and Earth Mother. I stood up and spoke in the four directions. This time I knew what to say and spoke-not with repetitious words; just a simple thank you I spoke to Creator and Earth Mother for allowing me this understanding. I had never experienced this before, such strength and guidance while in the midst of rain, streaks of lightening and the rolling thunder, I could feel the Creator telling me, You are at home, Welcome to Earth Mother. The next morning I came down from the mountain, wet and cold to my bones; yet stronger than I had ever felt or been. I grabbed my blanket and slipped into dreamtime. I woke up once to see the Medicine Man leaning over me. He was tucking another blanket around me and I knew that the feeling on that mountain was real and true; I was at last home and could walk with peace. Creator as Chief, Wapankitupe ![]() |
| It's not the great skill of a teacher that understanding will be achieved; but through the teacher's awareness of their walk with creation and their understanding of Creator and Earth Mother. | |
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| Loveandbeloved | Feb 26 2007, 08:18 PM Post #2 |
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This story was so very moving, Wapankitupe. Your description spoke to my heart. After I read this, a most wonderful experience of mine, from close to 10 years ago in Sedona, repeated to me.. I thank you for sharing your story and igniting this memory.
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