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DREAM:
“The dreams setting was at the farm. My husband and I were standing in the
kitchen looking out over the land. The farmhouse looks over the large garden,
then a large pasture, then a creek that meanders through the property. Past the
creek is a grove of trees and then more wild meadow. In the dream I saw two
flying brachiosaurus landing just past the grove. They were carrying a turtle in
their mouths. I was alarmed in the dream. I remember feeling an intense wave of
power, and it had arrived on the farm. The next day I walked out to the area
where the dinosaurs had landed in the dream, and the tall meadow grass lay
flattened. The area was the site of an old, unused medicine wheel and a garden
sculpture the grandkids and I made with the theme Time.” Jennifer Kautz

May “the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the turtle is heard in our land.” Song of Solomon 2:12, KJV.

Return to Turtle Island

They call her Flame, for the passion of her heart is worn freely for all the world
to see. Her hair is strawberry blonde, and her excitement for the sacredness of
life is not welcomed in a world that no longer sees. Flame sees, and she tries to
tell others, but no one will listen. She lives on a small farm with her Grandfather
and her dog, Shiloh. Her Grandfather is wise and stoic and listens to the joys of
Flames heart. It is here that the story begins. One night, Flame dreams that she
and Grandfather are watching the sunset over the farm and they witness the
arrival of Mother Turtle and her guardian Brachiosaurus landing behind the
grove. The farm would never be the same.

The farmhouse looks over a large garden, then a large pasture, then a creek that
meanders through the property. Past the creek is a grove of trees and then more
wild meadow. After Flame dreams of the arrival of two flying brachiosaurus with
a Turtle, she wakes to an intense feeling of primal energy. The next day Flame
walked out to the area where the dinosaurs had landed in the dream, and the tall
meadow grass lay flattened. The area was the site of an old, unused medicine
wheel and a garden sculpture that she made with her friends Ethan and Emma one
summer with the theme Time.

Shiloh, Flame’s sweet pup, sniffed the area, the hairs on her back erect and her
senses just as alert as Flames, but they saw nothing. Flame and Shiloh walked
back to the house bewildered.

The next day Grandfather listened to Flame describe the energy she felt when she
saw the strange images arrive in her dream. “It was “other worldy”! “Like
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something out of Lord of the Rings!! Or Harry Potter!” Grandfather chuckled.

“Well, why don’t you write all of this down and do some drawings. You know
how that helps you figure things out.” He wanted to encourage her imagination,
and creativity. It is the passion of her heart that makes Flame come alive.

Flame took grandfathers advice and began creating a drawing that depicted the
images she saw in her dream. She also made clay figures and a turtle
dreamcatcher. She was busy at work. Each day, Flame and Shiloh would walk the
farm and imagine the turtle and dinosaurs and feel the energy of that day.

One morning as Grandfather and Flame were eating breakfast, they noticed
strange activity in the pasture. There was a herd of deer, turkey and starlings.
There were fox and geese and ducks. Birds were flying in circles and surprisingly,
there was no predatory behavior.

Flame and Shiloh made there way out to the pasture, expecting all the animals to
flee at the arrival of a human and her dog, but they didn’t leave.
Flame was amazed at the variety and playfulness of all the animals. It felt surreal.
Then, they all heard and felt it. There was a thunder, but the thunder came from
the ground, and it shook the entire pasture. And then they saw them, and all the
creatures stopped and stared. The two brachiosaurus made their way through the
trees walking in soldier like fashion. They stood tall and regal with their wings at
rest. Then, the one dinosaur on the left, with the patch over its eye, yelled, Here
Ye!! Here Ye!! Announcing the arrival of the Queen Mother Turtle- the Earth
Bearer.

Instinctively, Flame bowed. Flame began to remember the story of Mother Turtle
from the Iroquois creation myth, Skywoman. She had recently learned about the
myth from her English class. Was this one and the same? Mother Turtle looked at
Flame, and said “Yes, I am She.” I am Mother Turtle of The Turtle Island creation
myth; I gave my back to Skywoman that the earth would grow and flourish.

In her precocious, bravado fashion, Flame asks Mother Turtle, “Why are you
here? Why did you come here?” and Mother Turtle answers, “Did you not
summon me?” Your Time garden sculpture? Your turtle dreamcatchers? We heard
you, and we came!” You have opened a door in your imagination and your heart
where land, story and creation reside.”

Flame’s mouth dropped open. Mother Turtle, with eyes compassionate and
loving, looks at Flame and says, “You must retell the story. Our story is lost in
this modern world of yours. People have forgotten the many images and myths
and stories of the birthing of the world and where these stories and images reside.
We are still living presences that ask for your witness and honor. For that which
came before still lives through the thread of life’s weaving and the patterns of
creation. I am just one symbol and image that seeks to be a part of the imagination
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and history of the earth. That which one honors is that which sustains and
nourishes.”

Flame had so many questions running through her brain but before she could
speak the guardian brachiosaurus’ bowed, and in unison said, “Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
Announcing the departure of Queen Mother Turtle in all her Glory! Seek that
which is your home of belonging! The Earth as your sustenance and protector!
We will return on the 1st day of the Autumn Harvest Moon.” And then a bluebird
flew about the pasture and sang,

“the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of the birds is come, and
the turtle is heard in our land, the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the
singing of the birds is come, and the turtle is heard in our land, the flowers
appear on the earth; the time of the singing of the birds is come, and the turtle is
heard in our land!”

Then the animals and the birds dispersed back to their dens and nests and there
was a peaceful quiet on the farm.

Flame could not wait to tell Grandfather. She and Shiloh ran back to the
farmhouse as fast as they could. “Grandfather, Grandfather!! Mother Turtle came
to us! She said she came to me because I called her! And she is here with a
message! I thought it was just a dream, but they are really here! They are here at
the farm! But we must come back on the 1st day of the Autumn Harvest Moon!!”
Grandfather listened to Flame tell what happened and he continued to encourage
her to draw and write about her experience. He loved Flame’s imagination and her
ability to believe in her dreams and respond to them as though they were alive. He
knew her imagination was a gift and he made sure he never discouraged it.

Autumn Harvest Moon was just a couple of months away. While she waited,
Flame and Grandfather took care of the garden, seeding, weeding, cultivating and
watering. Flame and Shiloh continued their ritual of walking the land and creating
art and sculpture.

As the first day of the Harvest Moon was approaching, Flame’s excitement grew
as did the rest of the animals. The barn swallows were dancing and singing as
were the green herons, bluebirds, robins, and wren. There were large flocks of
ducks and blue herons gathered at the pond, squawking and splashing. The
pasture, pond and creek had never looked so busy.

Flame began to decorate the barnyard with herbs, flowers, garden art and wreaths.
One day Grandfather, and her friends Ethan, Emma and Dakota came to help, and
the rest of the animals began gathering nuts and fruit and twigs for garnish. Flame
hoped to celebrate the return of Mother Turtle on the first day of the harvest moon
with a large feast.
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The day had finally arrived. It felt like Christmas morning. As the Sun began to
arise, Flame began to observe the Sun, and to her delight, it appeared to be
dancing, and she knew the Sun was dancing for her.

My Pink Sun Arising

You are wafting thru the morning mist
She is looking upon me with a question,
My child, have you yet to own your gift?

Laughter upon her dewy brow

Dancing thru the foggy mirror
She is Brilliance!
She is honoring me!
How could I go forth this day in fear?

My Pink Sun Arising

Mystery swells amidst the air
Her transformation upon me
Her sweet encouragements
Are whispering in my ear.
This is not a morn I will soon forget
For this pink morning
The day I welcome you
My Pink Sun Arising
Has released the sweet arrival
Of my treasured quest.

Flame was overcome with joy, and she leaped to her feet and
jumped out of bed. She couldn’t wait to begin the day in anticipation of
Mother Turtle’s promise.

Flame watched the pasture with Grandfather and Shiloh on the back porch. The
farm felt alive and full of energy. The dew sparkled on the grass and leaves, and
there was a sensuous smell of musty earth, its melding of flowers, plants, cedar,
pine, nest and burrow, stream and pond. Suddenly, Bluebird began to make her
presence known as she flew about the yard. She landed on the top of the
birdhouse below the Black Walnut Tree and began to sing us a song…

She will arrive early evening by the

Pale Sky Painted and
The Silent Faint Breeze
Pastel Nightfall
Soothing her leaves
Dreams hover amidst
The ribboned night sky
Songbirds caress
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Moon Butter and Rye

Garden and Pasture
Covered for Sleep
Rhythm and Melody below soil deep
No Truer moment to where we belong
Moment and memory forever a song……

She was the most beautiful bluebird Flame had ever seen.
She sang her song a few more times and we
Began to cry for we knew a miracle was here.

It was as though we had entered another dimension,

a veil was lifted, and the farm was being transformed
Into a magical, mythical realm. It was the most exciting and scary thing Flame
had ever experienced…. And yet It had only begun.

It was time to wait in the pasture with the rest of the feathers and fur on the farm.
Flame began lighting candles on the table and arranging the sunflowers, zinnias
and the many herbs grown on the farm.
It was all that Flame could do to calm her racing heart.
Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe.
The ground shook. Then shook again.
The dinosaurs approached through the grove, their heads above the trees, looking
stoic and elegant. They let their wings flail and let out a large roar.
Here ye!! Here ye!! for the Mother of the Land has Come!!
The brachiosaurus flapped their wings and bowed and in unison all the creatures
in the pasture bowed.
More thunderous steps and the ground shook again. Flame is terrified and Shiloh
is hiding underneath Flame’s legs, peaking through.
Out of the mist She arrives wearing a crown of figs.

It was an autumn night

The sky cascading in pink moonshine
A Fleeting day of clouds and veils
A gift to behold was arriving to
a small Midwest farm,
Called by the land of myth and image
Wise was the grandfather and his seedling
Flame, fire of passion and mane
Life is always listening.

And Mother Turtle spoke, and all listened-

…the dark clouds have hung too long

She is, no more, no more the handmaiden
no more servitude to the oppression, the destruction
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meadows, hills, prairies, gardens and groves

mists, steam and fog
streams, creek, rivers
paths, bridges, meanderings, inclinations
birdcall, forest myth and sonnet song
child, mother, husband, son
father, daughter, the homeless one
elder, wise, lover of life
challenged, degraded, labeled, and scorned
fiery passion no longer ignored
She is partner – Nurturer- Creator of Life
She has come to bring new story
One we can teach
Our children and our children’s children
Before the earth is consumed by ravenous digestion
deep is the song and deep is the story…..
We come from ancient past – primal beginning
we have watched your demise…
digital brains lost in hollow hearts
roots shallow of knowing but dense in elegant data
when will you evolve to the place of your belonging?

I am the soil which your seed is planted- honor me and you honor your soul for
the spirit by which your soul has come needs rootedness and belonging in the
humus of life and all that lives and breathes.
I am the table by which you eat, respect and honor me and thy harvest will be
bountiful and bright, nature’s medicine.

And on the back of Mother Turtle they gathered the harvest and made a feast of
the garden’s bounty and the fruits and nuts of the trees. Colorful, sweet and
savory was the feast of the table. And there was dancing and singing and
celebrating for Turtle hath returned!
And she sang to them and they did return in song and they sang into the night.

I have brought Melody to the Table

Will you come and sup
With me there?
Will you break the bread?
Drink the wine?
Will Holy Communion
be our offer
as we dine?
I have brought Melody to
The Table-
Will we sing the song
of yesterday?
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Or will we sing into

The nightfall,
Our hopes and dreams
For us to pray.
I have brought Melody
To the Table-
Is there enough food for
All to share?
Will we make more bread?
Make more drink?
See that all who’ve come
Are Fed?
We have brought Melody
To the Table.
We are drunk from
Wine so sweet.
Our stomach’s full
Our insatiable soul,
The Holy Communion
Was last to eat.

And a table in the shape of Turtle was built, that the farm would remember the
words of Mother Turtle and the food of the harvest which was the
Sacred medicine of the earth and the land.

But the night turned to day and the day into night and the Sun and Moon aligned
in the sky. And Mother Turtle and the brachiosaurus and all the animals looked to
the grove. A light shown through the misted forest and the birds began to sing!
……….

Is it possible to walk in the path of angels

And to sing in the highest voice your blessed name?
You shall give to those in need
Knowing thy heed is claimed!

We are told we are not worthy

Of the gift by which we’ve come
We shall speak your name rejoicing
We are the Gift of the Rising of the Sun

You are our Mother in the Moonlight

You are the Sister of the Dawn
You are the Lover in the Garden
And you are the prayer to the Copper Sun
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As the woman walked through the mist toward the pasture

She began to sing…..

You will have no idea what to make of me

For Mystery calls my name
I stand beside your brother
I am the daughter by which I claim

I shall greet you in the morning mist

And I will greet you at the end of the sea
I shall wait for you to call my name
I shall wait for you to call to me.

And she walked across the creek bridge

Like a princess, elegant and refined
A crown of wildflowers adorning her brow
and a dress embroidered
In silk thread, that which weaves the web of life
Her black hair glowing with indigo highlights
Her skin, shining as brown amber and rich as the earth.
When she crosses the bridge she stops and smiles.
There is a long pause, then she begins to speak.
I am Skywoman –-
I am she who fell from the heavens and brought the seeds
of the Tree of Life.

I must tell you my story that you may remember

That you too carry the seeds
from the Tree of Life.
You carry the Spirit of the Sky and the Soil of the Soul.
The Earth is the song of the Sun and the melody of the Moon.
I have come for the Flowering of the Soul be at hand.

And I was carried by the winged creatures of the water

And placed on the back of she that grounds all of earthly life. She who is Turtle,
That which protects and nourishes the ground of our belonging.
But before I was delivered to Turtle,
I descended through the 7 windows of the soul,
That which fuels the material body with story and purpose.

I am Falling, falling through the air, unknown to the journey before me.
I am falling into something
I feel a soft enfoldment
a melting into acceptance
that whatever is before me
is embracing me
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ever still is the moment

suspended – hanging
and each moment is a gift
that will never return. are my eyes open? or
is it my heart?
And I saw a window suspended in the distance
And I fell through the 1st window
And her name was Joy
And she wore a crown of Lavender
And I fell into a cloud of Rapture, and I sang,
I am Stardust
The cells of my being are
Of Beauty and Grace
The Divine Intelligence
Sings thru every pore of my being
I am Rapture and Joy
Complete in your Presence
Of Everlasting Knowledge
Of the Spirit of which I am
Your love sings thru my very being
Keep me in your hands
And Guide me to the
Rapture and Joy of my Soul.
And as I awakened to the Joy of the Soul
And the beauty of my journey
The heavens rejoiced and the stars sang me into being
And I was unafraid.
And then I fell again
And I saw the 2nd Window
And She was named Vision
And she wore a crown of Sage
And I heard a voice say:
For it is through the inner eye
that will guide the soul. And the soul is
given dreams to awaken the language of vision
that no matter where one wanders
one cannot get lost.
and I heard a voice
and she sings to me:
if you have lost your way
and do not see thru eyes of clarity
look into a mirror
and remember who you are
why you have come so far
you are a child of the greatest force
you are the stardust of the sky
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you are the most beautiful

incredible creature
with the guidance of the most high
you are a being of a million moons
you are a miracle born each day
you can overcome the miniscule,
the grandiose problems that come your way
you are born again of thy soul’s eye
which will bring passion to thy heart
Each night when you lay your head to rest
Another world draws nigh
And the images will reply
Remember to look into the mirror
and look into thy eyes
and say “I am thy blessed child”
I am the “stardust of the sky”
“I see thru eyes of clarity”
“I am not afraid to fly”
And I was unafraid.
For I knew my purpose would be revealed to me
And if I became lost, my dreams would guide the way.
And then I fell again
And I saw the 3rd window
And She was named Truth
And she wore a crown of Basil
And I heard a voice
Say:
For the soul who passes through this window
Will receive a voice – unique and authentic
To the pattern and image of their birth
And my mouth opened, and I said
My name is “Skywoman” I am
the Flower of the Soul
And in unison I heard a chorus sing
Where is thy voice?
The one that sings thy song?
Where is thy voice
The one of a millionth tongue?
The one that speaks of truth?
The one that speaks of Love?
Shed thy cloak of fear
Put on thy shining glove!
Are you ready to sing thy voice?
Are you ready to shed thy doubt?
Bring all that wish to hear!
Bring all that wish to shout!
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For you have seen thy heaven

And you have seen thy hell
We wish to rise to beauty!
We wish to climb the well.
Our beloved is here to greet us
She has heard us from above
Our song has reached the heavens
It’s resonance the sound of Love.
Our voice is reaching the farthest lands
It speaks the union of our souls
We have joined in a collective heartbeat
We have brought the earth to whole!
And I was unafraid
For I knew the seeds I carried were to be shared
And gifted below.
And then I fell again
And I saw the 4th window
And She was named Compassion
And she wore a crown of Rosemary
And she said,
For to live fully from the essence of your birth
The seeds you bring with you must be shared and celebrated
And she said to me…
When you witness the fall of snow
Your tears reside in the same well
The story of our making and the joy
And sorrow of our birth
It must be celebrated for the beauty that it is
To give in kindness, to share, to be compassionate
For all will experience pain and sorrow
If there is no safe container for sorrow
It will exude in the bitterness of closed hearts,
With Greed and hatred.
Celebrate life and hold each other in joy and sadness…
Give greatly and walk softly
And she sang~
I will dry your tears
I will hold your hand
and I will listen to your pain-
just for a little while
for I may not be in your pain
but I can be with your pain
and hold you
hug you
for whatever tear may fall
our mother feels your pain
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for whatever anguish we cry

our father hears your pain
and just for a little while
I can be there too
and be there with you
in your pain and sorrow -
I will dry your tears.
Will you come to me? Come to me?
Will we dance? Rejoice? Feast and honor
The beauty and sadness of life?
There is nowhere that you are
Not loved.
Hold each other tight.
Sing sweetly into the moonlight
Don’t stop dancing even when the sky turns dark
And the Sun and Moon aligned and began to dance and sing as One.
And I was unafraid.
And I fell again and saw the 5th window before me
And her name was Grace
And she wore a crown of Sunflowers
And I saw the Sun and Her rays swirled about me
And I felt joy and a longing to be
and I saw that one must love self and nurture
thy fruit and gifts will nourish self and community
confidence from grace for thy purpose will be clear
and I began to sing
my prayer is my song
my prayer is my poetry
my prayer is my being
I live my prayer
and my prayer has answered me
she has answered me in
my loves and my passions
as the morning sun
shines upon my face
Grace soothing
me to wake
the earth that breathes
life unto my hands
and the petals that
whisper their hello
my prayer is my walk
what I believe
what I feel
what I think
what I choose to live
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my gate is open
my garden is full
and my prayer has
led me home.
And as I fell through Grace
I was caught by winged creatures from below.
And I was unafraid.
And they carried me
through the 6th Window
And her name was Passion.
And She wore a crown of Patchouli
And I began to sing
my intention is to be
who i am here to be
my desire is to become
who i am here to become
my dream is to live
who I am here to live
my hope is to share
what I am here to share
my desires, my dreams, my loves
I am soon to live but a short time
in a sonnet’s song
I am soon to breathe but a short time
in a fragrant field
I have am soon to dream but a short time
in a vision of love
and every time
is but a short time
but soon it will be
a no time
and all my existence
will be a heavenly time.
And I saw myself dancing and celebrating in a field of flowers
And I saw myself watching the sun’s rays rise and fall upon the earth.
And I was unafraid.
And the winged creatures carried
me through the 7th Window
and her name was Home & Belonging
and she wore a crown of Mint and Chamomile.
And again, I realized
I am falling into something
I feel a soft enfoldment
a melting into acceptance
that whatever is before me
is embracing me into belonging
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ever still is the moment

suspended – hanging
and each moment is a gift
that will never return. are my eyes open? or
is it my heart?
And I saw a blue planet and a large creature
Below.
And the winged creatures brought me safely
Onto her back. And they called her Turtle
And Turtle sang to me.
I have brought Melody to the Table
Will you come and sup
With us here?
Will you break the bread?
Drink the wine?
Will Holy Communion
be our offer
as we dine?
I have brought Melody to
The Table-
Will we sing the song
of yesterday?
Or will we sing into
The nightfall,
Our hopes and dreams
For us to pray.
I have brought Melody
To the Table-
Is there enough food for
All to share?
Will we make more bread?
Make more drink?
See that all who’ve come
Are Fed?
Will we bring Melody
To the Table?
Will there be holy communion?
And I began to plant my seeds and watch them grow
Into gardens and wilderness. Joy and nourishment. And the earth grew for the soil
was rich and fertile.
And I began each day in thankfulness for
The fruits and nourishment the soil did bring.
And each day I began my prayer honoring the Sun, the Soil and the pattern that
breathes through all of life. I bow to the 4 directions, for they sustain the balance
and polarity of the Earth. I bow to the process of life that sustains me and all
beings. And I bow to the Great Mystery that connects and takes apart and
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reconnects. I then visualize the rootedness of my being with the land, the trees
and the water, the Garden of Life. I raise my hands to the sky and look at the Sun
and I am grateful.
And I sing:
I did shout my name
unto the sky
and the sky called back to me
I did shout my name
unto the sea
and the sea called back to me
I did shout my name
unto the heavens
and the heavens called back to me
and they knew me
as if I’d never left
and they loved me
as if I had returned home.
and I knew them
and in our reunion
we did embrace
and I did recognize
I had never left
but had only forgotten.
and now that you have found me
will you live your life from where
we’ve met?
or will we depart strangers,
acquaintances passing by
whispering a hello as we
go our separate ways.
or will you recognize
yourself in my eyes
and hope to linger -
discover the magic bond
of eternity’s web?
if you live from me
life will give you a jewel
more precious than any stone
a freedom beyond
one has never known.

And the animals and birds danced in unison and sang~

She feeds me by her breast of the earth

The soil her skin
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Her waters my milk

The prairie her hair
And the mountains her breasts.
Milk oozing and overflowing
Her spirit in my soul
That I will forever long for her guidance
My mother is my song
Sustenance of my being
May I find you in the water
The pond the creek the lake
May I find you in the sapling
The willow, the oak and the flowering apple

And Skywoman walked up to Flame

And sings to her….
within me sings a new story
a song of the coming of the soul
I speak in whispers through the water
the depths of the dreams and myths
which men have told
I have come to tell you a new story
the seeds by which my hand has brought
for the loss of soulful living have rendered Nature
a forgotten thought
I have brought you seeds of harmony and giving
the spark of life you’ve lost
will you sing of the rising of the Sun?
I speak of the rising of the dawning
of the return to the mist of One.

And Skywoman takes the hands of Flame

And she raises them to the sky
And in unison they sing!!

I did shout my name

unto the sky
and the sky called back to me
I did shout my name
unto the sea
and the sea called back to me
I did shout my name
unto the heavens
and the heavens called back to me
and they knew me
as if I’d never left
and they loved me
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as if I had returned home.

and I knew them
and we did reunite
we did embrace
and we did recognize
we had never left
but had only forgotten.
And then Skywoman looks at
Flame and says~
and now that you have found me
will you live your life from where
we’ve met?
or will we depart strangers,
acquaintances passing by
whispering a hello as we
go our separate ways.
or will you recognize
yourself in my eyes
and hope to linger -
discover the magic bond
of eternity’s web?
if you live from me
life will give you a jewel
more precious than any stone
a freedom beyond
one has never known.

And Flame could not imagine ever forgetting this moment.

I will never forget! Never! I will always remember! Exclaims Flame.
To make sure she would not forget,
Skywoman teaches Flame a ritual so
that she would remember the Soul’s Journey.

And Skywoman instructed the animals and birds

to help create a circle outlined with flowers, herbs and candles on the back
of Turtle.
And Skywoman instructed bluebird to light 7 candles one at a time before
each pose, in honor of the Soul passing through each window.

And Skywoman and Flame step into the center of the circle
And they lift their hands to the sky and honor the Sun
And they put their hands to the ground and honor the Soil
And they bow to the 4 directions, for they sustain the balance of Life.
And they bow to the Process of Life that which sustains all beings.
And they bow to the Great Mystery that connects and takes apart
And reconnects again and again.
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And they visualize the rootedness of their being with the land,
the trees, the water and the Garden of Life. They raise their hands to the sky and
look to the Sun and they are grateful.

And Skywoman steps into Star pose

And Flame does in kind.
And Skywoman says -
The Joy of Creation flows through me…The stars shine brightly upon me!
And Flame repeats~
The Joy of Creation flows through me…The stars shine brightly upon me!
And Flame feels the Joy of Life flow through her
And Skywoman steps into Warrior Pose
And Flame does in kind
And Skywoman says
My story is seeded within me. My dreams will point the way!
And Flame repeats
My story is seeded within me~ my dreams will point the way!
And Flame has a vision of her purpose-and a tree appears with
fruit hanging from its branches- and Flame remembers why she was born
And the fruit held symbols and meaning that only Flame could see
And Skywoman steps into Warrior 1 pose
And Flame does in kind
And Skywoman says~
I speak the truth of my nature and the expression of my gifts with strength and
kindness.
And Flame repeats
I speak the truth of my nature and the expression of my gifts with strength and
kindness.
And Flame began to sing
~ My name is Flame!
I have summoned Mother Turtle and Skywoman!
And Flame flashes a big smile to Skywoman and Mother Turtle
And Skywoman steps into Reverse Warrior
And she opened her heart to the sky
And Flame followed in kind
And Skywoman says~
My heart is open to self and others. I share my gifts with open heart, joyous
energy and purposeful connection.
And Flame repeats ~
My heart is open to self and others. It is a place of love and belonging. I share my
gifts with open heart, joyous energy and purposeful connection
And Flame feels her heart open and fill with joy and love…a feeling she had
Never felt before! And she begins to cry for joy.
And Skywoman smiles and steps into Goddess Pose
And Flame follows in kind.
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And Skywoman says ~

I am walking in the energy of grace and confidence of my purpose. I believe in my
story and my gifts. I connect to the Nourishing energy of my journey and my
connection to my community and the earth.
And Flame repeats~
I am walking in the energy of grace and purpose. I believe in my story and my
gifts. I connect to the Nourishing energy of my journey and my connection to my
community and the earth.
And Flame feels the confidence emanating from within her and around her, a
calming presence.
And Skywoman steps into Dancer Pose
And Flame follows in kind.
And Skywoman says ~
I am open to the passion of life. She is dancing through me. I am alive!
I create with passionate purpose and joy.
And Flame follows in kind~
I am open to the passion of life. She is dancing through me. I am alive!
I create with passionate purpose and joy.
And Flame feels a burst of passion and the birds begin to fly about and the
Animals begin to play.

And Skywoman steps into Tree Pose

And Flame follows in kind.
And Skywoman says ~
I am rooted in love and belonging. I am nourished by the soil of my land and
community. My gifts help to nourish the whole. I am Loved and I belong. I am
connected.
And Flame thinks of the farm and Shiloh and Grandfather and she knows she is
home and she belongs.

And Turtle’s back began to expand and sink down as though it were soil.
And Skywoman hands Flame a large box.
She says – these are the seeds from the Tree of Life. Now you must go and plant
these seeds that all may share their story and their gifts. I will come back to you
the day of the Spring equinox and the passing of the Sun.

“It is time for us to go,” says Skywoman. And then Turtle rose from the ground
and returned to form. And Turtle says to Flame. “May the passion that called us
to you sustain you and be with you.”
And before Flame could say goodbye, they disappeared. And in the middle of the
barnyard was a table, a container and a group of figurines. And the figurines were
a turtle, 2 brachiosaurus and Skywoman.

Flame called to Shiloh. Where are you girl? And Flame put the figurines in the
container and put it under her arm. Flame shouted, Come on girl! Let’s go tell
Grandfather!! And they both ran to the farmhouse as fast as they could.
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