The First Ceremony of The Stars
The Doorway of the Heart
The first door of Metatron is the Door of the North. This is the energy of the Stellar Nations - the Cosmic Ocean. The First Door is the Door of the Sacred Waters - the Healing Waters of Life - which are the energies from the Great Central Sun through the many Star Nations.
The Sacred Folk upon the land are those Star Folk who receive their energies from their stellar homes through Ceremony with the Stars.
The First Door is the Door of the Heart. Thus, the first Ceremony of the Stars is this Doorway of the Heart. The North brings the healing energies of Mother Earth’s Sacred Ones - Tunkasina, Unci - the Grandfathers and the Grandmothers, the Healing Powers of Water, the Prayers of Buffalo, the Strong Red Road Nations Walking for the People, and the Sundance Tree. This is the first door of Metatron, the Door of the Heart.
Now, in this door we will deal with ceremony with these Star Symbols as we will in each of the doors. The focus of this First Door is to heal the Heart, to heal the Heart of those present and to heal the Heart of Mother Earth. Healing the Heart of Mother Earth is connecting with her Love.
Thus, through the Sacred Language of the Star Symbols, we may speak to Mother Earth and heal her Heart, heal our connection to the Heart of Love as our Mother.
So, we would say, "Standing Elk, choose a symbol that is for the Healing of the Heart."
Standing Elk responds, "Owioste, that Love."’
Then, Law of Love shall be the first symbol to be called in.
Yet, among the twelve of the doors, Law of Love is of the yet to come. So, we must choose from among these twelve which Spirit has given thus far.
The doors of Many Faces have to do with these first twelve symbols. These symbols represent the Wheel of Humanity. In each direction of the Wheel of Humanity, there are three Spirit Helpers known as these symbols. The Truth is, is that all twelve symbols are perfectly interchangeable. This is why the hundred and forty-four (144) is true.
When you master the twelve within the twelve through this Star Language and through the walk of the Medicine Wheel, your Star Nature is born.
There is a Thirteenth Walk that is embodied in the symbols yet to come - the Spirit Symbols.
So, Standing Elk, choose, for the Healing of the Heart, one of these six Universal Laws or six Spiritual Laws that have been given to us.
Standing Elk selects, "Universal Law of Innocence, Truth and Family."
AHO...
This Blessed Water Ceremonies are coming forth all over the World.....It is Time ... They Say...!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Sandpiper,,Sent in By Pamela
The Sandpiper
by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world
begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something
and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea..
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child...
"I'm building," she said. "I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said..
It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed
completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.
Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out
of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was
chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr.. P," she said.. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face..
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation"
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no
mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt lke demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought,
My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there.
Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up
to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking
young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today
and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much.
I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance,
please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all --! she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia
Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.
She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young
woman.. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold
childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love
opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand
-- who taught me the gift of love.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,
take a moment.... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many and now I share it with you.... May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!
Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
I wish for you, a sandpiper.
____________________________________________________________
by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world
begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something
and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea..
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child...
"I'm building," she said. "I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said..
It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed
completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.
Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out
of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was
chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr.. P," she said.. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face..
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation"
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no
mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt lke demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought,
My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there.
Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up
to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking
young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today
and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much.
I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance,
please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all --! she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia
Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.
She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young
woman.. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold
childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love
opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand
-- who taught me the gift of love.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,
take a moment.... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many and now I share it with you.... May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!
Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
I wish for you, a sandpiper.
____________________________________________________________
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Welcome to our Beautiful Sister Urbara
Greetings:
Thank you for being one of the first to be initiated to be a Keeper of the Ancient Ceremony of the Water Ways....it was the united combination of all of our energies that gave this ceremony so very much power.
I look forward to sit with you in our Women's Circle to be coming about each month.....At this time I believe we all need plenty of rest after that wonderful and most powerful of Ceremonies....
Again....Welcome...
Love and Blessings..Grandmother Whitedeer
PS
Could you please comment on the Water Blessing so that we can start a blog....you can either use this or e-mail me with your words to start a new Blog...this set up will not allow anyone else to begin a new Post....but comments are welcome......
Thank you for being one of the first to be initiated to be a Keeper of the Ancient Ceremony of the Water Ways....it was the united combination of all of our energies that gave this ceremony so very much power.
I look forward to sit with you in our Women's Circle to be coming about each month.....At this time I believe we all need plenty of rest after that wonderful and most powerful of Ceremonies....
Again....Welcome...
Love and Blessings..Grandmother Whitedeer
PS
Could you please comment on the Water Blessing so that we can start a blog....you can either use this or e-mail me with your words to start a new Blog...this set up will not allow anyone else to begin a new Post....but comments are welcome......
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Fall Equinox
Equi-nox.
Pause
Balance.
Today is the mid point of the sun's rising and setting
dance across the horizon.
We watch from the vantage point of our soul's land.
From our rootedness
on Earth.
Day equals night.
Night equals day.
The eternal waxing
and
waning of light and dark.
Today feel the pause
on the balance beam.
Today the weight of darkness
and light
the same.
And from this pause and balance
I dive into the dark
again with excite and
anticipation
In Love,
Eve and Michael
Pause
Balance.
Today is the mid point of the sun's rising and setting
dance across the horizon.
We watch from the vantage point of our soul's land.
From our rootedness
on Earth.
Day equals night.
Night equals day.
The eternal waxing
and
waning of light and dark.
Today feel the pause
on the balance beam.
Today the weight of darkness
and light
the same.
And from this pause and balance
I dive into the dark
again with excite and
anticipation
In Love,
Eve and Michael
Monday, September 20, 2010
A Magical Day With Judith Moore
http://www.recordsofcreation.com/index.php?option=com_k2&view=item&layout=item&id=2952
Please visit this U-tube by Judith .... she is a most magical person I have ever meet....
I am so honored to be able to welcome her to Medicine Creek on the 22nd and the 23rd...for Sweat Lodge and to Initiate the Ancient Ceremony of the Wayer Ways back onto the Earth for all of Earth's Children...
AHO..
Blessings..Grandmother Whitedeer
Please visit this U-tube by Judith .... she is a most magical person I have ever meet....
I am so honored to be able to welcome her to Medicine Creek on the 22nd and the 23rd...for Sweat Lodge and to Initiate the Ancient Ceremony of the Wayer Ways back onto the Earth for all of Earth's Children...
AHO..
Blessings..Grandmother Whitedeer
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Take A Moment
Take a moment, and release any expectations of the future.
Allow the past to dissolve and be what it is: the past.
In your precious, present moment, feel the life in and around you.
Know that you are loved, and supported in this precious moment that is the constant now.
In the now, we can be, and in gratitude imagine what we want.
The catch is to let go of expectation, and to trust that the seeds of thought we plant in the universe fly as star seeds to eventually take form.
A lovely thought begets a lovely outcome.
Abandon worry.
Relax in the joy of no fear and no expectation.
Breathe, laugh, dance, and feel God's love that is the life in you and in all beings.
~http://www.josephine-wall-birthday-card-time-flies.html
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Water Ceremonie in Wisconsin
Water Ceremony sacred for two participants in Northwest Wisconsin
insectamonarca
September 14, 2010 at 10:36 pm
On Saturday, September 11, a participant and I gathered up our ceremonial materials and walked to the sand dunes near my home in Minong, Wisconsin.
Jackie arrived about 6:30 p.m. and we shortly found our way to the sacred sands. We put a cloth dowlarge enough to make an alter. I brought flowers and the vessel to carry the artesian water. Beforehand I went to the woods between Shell Lake and Spooner where the water flows free of contaminents and chemicals. Mother Earth's blood (which is water) just bubbles up to the surface in this enchanted forest. I always thank the water before taking any.
Jackie brought a photo picture of her guru. I bround gourd rattles. One gourd is from the gourds I found growing in a dirt pile last year and the other gourd was from New Mexico. It is a piote medicine rattle. I brought my birch clapping sticks and drum which was given to me by an elder who made me promise I would use it only to pray for water. I never dreamed a few years ago when Frank gave it to me that someday I would be a Council Guide. I am honored to say I am now with the Sisterhood of Indigenous Water Rites. I feel very honored by both blessings.
I can't really tell you what took place at the ceremony. Perhaps someday if you are a woman you will come and share this sacred ceremony with us. I can say that we prayed for the Net of Light workshop in Ireland who were connected with us through mutual intentions and ceremony. I can say that we thanked the water and each in turn talked to the water and told her we loved her. I did say I knew that mankind often did not respect her, contaminated and polluted her. I asked for forgiveness of these unconscious and sometimes cruel acts. I acknowledged that we are made up of mostly water and we need fresh water around the world for humanity and for seven generations out.
Both Jackie and I performed the Nibi Wabo water ceremony. We also danced around the alter and sang. I did notice the tiniest of little miniture flowers on sliver stalks. I wonder if anyone on Earth saw such sweet flowers that we were careful not to step on as we danced. As we bid gooodbye to the ceremony, we saw the new moon on the third day as a sliver of light, first star and the sunset all at the same time. It was glorious how the clouds turned pink to the east as we looked over the horizon and saw the valley hills around us.
We took the blessed water afterwards and gave some to Mother Earth at certain spots. One was at the sweet fern that I prayed for several years ago. I wanted her to come up the hill from the other side and adorn the sand dunes. Then we carried some to the fir trees that are starting by succession to come into the sand dunes. Then we blessed milkweed and sacred prairie sage that I planted in 2008. I have been seeding this site for years in the hopes of making a sanctuary for the monarch butterfly. It is working, butterflies do flutter here in season.
We need to respect water. Please visit and learn that not all people are as fortunate as we are in the USA. Many people and countries need water. Can you imagine being thirsty? Have a heart and open your eyes to others in need at http://twitter.com/charitywater
Remember: Water is not a resourse to be squandered. Water is the source of life. Say a prayer of thanksgiving when you lift the water of life to your lips and be grateful.
I am grateful to Congressman Dennis Kucinich who wrote a bill to stop the privatization of the Great Lakes water. You can learn more at http://kucinich.house.gov/News/DocumentSingle.aspx?DocumentID=202500
Washington, Aug 7 - "Congressman Dennis Kucinich (D-OH) today announced H.R. 6006, which closes a loophole that allows the bottled water industry to divert or export an unlimited amount of water from the Great Lakes. The bill was introduced along with cosponsors Bart Stupak (MI), Marcy Kaptur (OH) and Betty McCollum (MN)."
Source: Congressman Dennis Kuchiich's Web site.
Be happy insectamonarca friends where ever you are.
insectamonarca
September 14, 2010 at 10:36 pm
On Saturday, September 11, a participant and I gathered up our ceremonial materials and walked to the sand dunes near my home in Minong, Wisconsin.
Jackie arrived about 6:30 p.m. and we shortly found our way to the sacred sands. We put a cloth dowlarge enough to make an alter. I brought flowers and the vessel to carry the artesian water. Beforehand I went to the woods between Shell Lake and Spooner where the water flows free of contaminents and chemicals. Mother Earth's blood (which is water) just bubbles up to the surface in this enchanted forest. I always thank the water before taking any.
Jackie brought a photo picture of her guru. I bround gourd rattles. One gourd is from the gourds I found growing in a dirt pile last year and the other gourd was from New Mexico. It is a piote medicine rattle. I brought my birch clapping sticks and drum which was given to me by an elder who made me promise I would use it only to pray for water. I never dreamed a few years ago when Frank gave it to me that someday I would be a Council Guide. I am honored to say I am now with the Sisterhood of Indigenous Water Rites. I feel very honored by both blessings.
I can't really tell you what took place at the ceremony. Perhaps someday if you are a woman you will come and share this sacred ceremony with us. I can say that we prayed for the Net of Light workshop in Ireland who were connected with us through mutual intentions and ceremony. I can say that we thanked the water and each in turn talked to the water and told her we loved her. I did say I knew that mankind often did not respect her, contaminated and polluted her. I asked for forgiveness of these unconscious and sometimes cruel acts. I acknowledged that we are made up of mostly water and we need fresh water around the world for humanity and for seven generations out.
Both Jackie and I performed the Nibi Wabo water ceremony. We also danced around the alter and sang. I did notice the tiniest of little miniture flowers on sliver stalks. I wonder if anyone on Earth saw such sweet flowers that we were careful not to step on as we danced. As we bid gooodbye to the ceremony, we saw the new moon on the third day as a sliver of light, first star and the sunset all at the same time. It was glorious how the clouds turned pink to the east as we looked over the horizon and saw the valley hills around us.
We took the blessed water afterwards and gave some to Mother Earth at certain spots. One was at the sweet fern that I prayed for several years ago. I wanted her to come up the hill from the other side and adorn the sand dunes. Then we carried some to the fir trees that are starting by succession to come into the sand dunes. Then we blessed milkweed and sacred prairie sage that I planted in 2008. I have been seeding this site for years in the hopes of making a sanctuary for the monarch butterfly. It is working, butterflies do flutter here in season.
We need to respect water. Please visit and learn that not all people are as fortunate as we are in the USA. Many people and countries need water. Can you imagine being thirsty? Have a heart and open your eyes to others in need at http://twitter.com/charitywater
Remember: Water is not a resourse to be squandered. Water is the source of life. Say a prayer of thanksgiving when you lift the water of life to your lips and be grateful.
I am grateful to Congressman Dennis Kucinich who wrote a bill to stop the privatization of the Great Lakes water. You can learn more at http://kucinich.house.gov/News/DocumentSingle.aspx?DocumentID=202500
Washington, Aug 7 - "Congressman Dennis Kucinich (D-OH) today announced H.R. 6006, which closes a loophole that allows the bottled water industry to divert or export an unlimited amount of water from the Great Lakes. The bill was introduced along with cosponsors Bart Stupak (MI), Marcy Kaptur (OH) and Betty McCollum (MN)."
Source: Congressman Dennis Kuchiich's Web site.
Be happy insectamonarca friends where ever you are.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Sacred White Buffalo
Greetings:
Yesterday, Saturday the 11th of Sept. 2010, we finally closed the WaterBlessing Ceremony that created the blessed waters from around the World. As Instructed through Spirit we were to close the ceremony with the WhiteBuffalo in Oregon....Our Sister Rain On The Earth who lives in Oregon, was kind enough to act as facilitater along with the Director of the Sacred World Peace Allience Cynthia Hart-Button and several others that held the energy through prayer and intent. The Buffalo where happy campers....they love to be acknowledge as the Sacred Gifts that they are.....they encourge us to continue with our serving our Mother through our Water Ceremonies as it is showing a positive change through-out the world.....
Yesterday, Saturday the 11th of Sept. 2010, we finally closed the WaterBlessing Ceremony that created the blessed waters from around the World. As Instructed through Spirit we were to close the ceremony with the WhiteBuffalo in Oregon....Our Sister Rain On The Earth who lives in Oregon, was kind enough to act as facilitater along with the Director of the Sacred World Peace Allience Cynthia Hart-Button and several others that held the energy through prayer and intent. The Buffalo where happy campers....they love to be acknowledge as the Sacred Gifts that they are.....they encourge us to continue with our serving our Mother through our Water Ceremonies as it is showing a positive change through-out the world.....
Attribute to Twylah Nitsch
TwylahPEACE IS THE FOUNDATION OF DEMOCRACY
THE GREAT WHITE PINE AS SYMBOL OF THE GREAT LAW
IS THE SPINE OR CONSTITUTION OF THE GOVERNMENT
THE PEOPLE BELIEVE PEACE IS CREATOR'S WILL
AND THAT PEACE IS THE LAW...
TO LIVE WITHIN THE GREAT LAW
MEANS PEACE OF MIND
RIGHT RELATIONSHIP WITH ONESELF, ONE'S CREATOR AND ONES
FELLOW HUMANBEINGS
THERE WILL BE RIGHTEOUSNESS
BECAUSE OF RIGHT RELATIONSHIP
THERE WILL BE JUSTICE
THERE WILL BE HEALTH BECAUSE THERE IS PEACE OF MIND
HERE WILL BE POWER TO UNITE FOR THE CAUSE OF PEACE
BECAUSE THE GREAT PEACE IS THE POWER TO LIVE AS ONE ....
PEACE IS WITHIN REACH
STAND TALL - HEAR THE CALL
Twylah always talked about the Truth....and Trust....she and her words belonged to the world....Everything she did was in the name of Truth and Trust. She continues to walk amongst us....I attibute this week to Twylah who is one of the Grandmothers that come to us when we are seeking comfort and truth....AHO
Grandmother Whitedeer
Friday, September 10, 2010
Quote from Twylah Nitcsh
Elder's Meditation of the Day - September 10
"One of the first things Seneca children learned was that they might create their own world, their own environment, by visualizing actions and desires in prayer. The Senecas believed that everything that made life important came from within. Prayer assisted in developing a guideline toward discipline and self control."
--Twylah Nitcsh, SENECA
All permanent and lasting change starts first on the inside and works its way out. Having constant prayer and Creator directed visions helps us to live in harmony. This is the best way to grow strong and become a Warrior. No matter what is going on outside of ourselves, it is our projection that makes it so. It is our projections that even give it any meaning. Another way is each day to turn our life and our will over to the care of the Great Spirit. Then He will show us His desire for us. When we are in alignment to His desire, we become very joyful and very happy.
Oh Great Spirit, You take care of me today and tell me what I can do for You today. Give me the discipline to talk to You whenever I am in doubt or fear. Let me come to You if I get irritated. You are my solution.
"One of the first things Seneca children learned was that they might create their own world, their own environment, by visualizing actions and desires in prayer. The Senecas believed that everything that made life important came from within. Prayer assisted in developing a guideline toward discipline and self control."
--Twylah Nitcsh, SENECA
All permanent and lasting change starts first on the inside and works its way out. Having constant prayer and Creator directed visions helps us to live in harmony. This is the best way to grow strong and become a Warrior. No matter what is going on outside of ourselves, it is our projection that makes it so. It is our projections that even give it any meaning. Another way is each day to turn our life and our will over to the care of the Great Spirit. Then He will show us His desire for us. When we are in alignment to His desire, we become very joyful and very happy.
Oh Great Spirit, You take care of me today and tell me what I can do for You today. Give me the discipline to talk to You whenever I am in doubt or fear. Let me come to You if I get irritated. You are my solution.
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