In the beginning we
came as Stars and as
Stars we shall return.
Before the great
divide that which was
unbroken knew no end.
Now beneath the wings
of Grandfather Eagle the
stones fall low.
Gather that which has
been forgotten, the
medicine crystals of
the in-between.
We are the Bird Tribes
that fly through the sun.
We are calling
from the Sanctuary of
tomorrow's hope. Our
words are painted
songs on the winds of
unknowing. Allow the mind
to unravel its
great holding. Beyond
the ears of earthly
voices our song is heard.
Once it is heard the
Great Remembering begins.
This has been
written where only the
Heart can see. The time
has always been known.
This is the Great
Mystery of tomorrow's
dream.
Now, within the first
glimmers the dawn is
striking through the
crevices
of stone. This light
that is not known reaches
into the hidden places.
The Hidden Places
conceal that which cannot
be touched. In the
first striking of the
light the song stirs the
chords of the forgotten
harmony.
We walk through your
dreams in rainbow
patterns. We are weaving
the worlds, the ten
thousand threads of
longing. The map is in
the Stars. The Stars fall
into the waters of the
world. This is known by
those who carry that
which has never been
written. Those who carry
the unwritten stories
remember. The stories
fell in the beginning
through the light streams
of the great recorders.
This is the mystery of
the waters of the world.
Through the waters is the
impregnation, the primal
marriage.
The Great Mother of
our earth ship carries
the seeds of eternal
return. When the Heart
stirs to the unheard song
the membrane of life has
been reached. In this
moment the Guardians of
time reveal the keys to
the way between. No
weight can enter the way
between. Where there is
weight the way has been
forgotten.
It is seen that the
way has been far and
although the Star Light
of Home is strong and
unforgettable, the way
has been shrouded. The
shroud was placed
consciously - around
those who traveled - by
the Elders who stayed in
the Star Lodge. The
shroud was so that the
journey would not be
interrupted by looking
backwards.
The way has been
long, sometimes felt like
interminable, yet the
Star prints are deep and
they hold the song that
has never been sung. The
way back will open when
the chords come together
in harmony. The inner
deepest wisdom knows the
way of the Heart. All
else must be known,
experienced and
understood - so that its
illusionary grasp can be
relinquished forever.
This is the wisdom
carried in the deepest
silent places, the
silence that waits and
can know no end to
waiting -
When the journey was
dreamed into darkness and
into light the great
longing was created. From
the great longing will
come the return. Through
the great dreaming there
were placed the Giant
Crystal Beings that mark
the way. They are the
Time Keepers. They hold
the membrane of the womb
of being. This membrane
is protected by the Great
Wisdom. It holds the
sacred timing and cannot
be disturbed.
Only that which can
be touched by disorder
can be shattered. That
which holds the
immaculate first thought
remains virgin unto
itself. The only way in
is through the moving
stillness. The moving
stillness holds within it
its own perfection. The
unspoken knows that which
is forever perfecting
from the virginity of the
immaculate womb. This
Truth is carried within
the Grail. It is carried
within the Hearth Lodge
of the First People.
These Truths cannot be
understood. It is only
through the moving
stillness that they are
experienced. This is the
Great Mystery of Being.
Two paths were cast
forth from the beginning
of the Dream - the path
of the Grandfather, and
the path of the
Grandmother. Forever
different they remain the
same. Opposite yet one.
Contrary only to
stimulate the atoms of
knowing and unknowing.
Aeons of knowing and
unknowing bring the
garden to the Great
Harvest where that which
was never divided can be
revealed. When that which
was never divided is seen
and heard the new birth
will begin.
To know who you are
your name must be
sounded. Who is it can
sound this name. Your
name is held within the
great unfolding . It has
never been forgotten,
even before it was known.
This is the Great
Mystery. If it has always
been known then how can
it be forgotten.
The sound of your
beginnings is woven
through your bones. This
sound is heard within the
great stillness. It is
echoed through the stones
and carried onward
through the star homes of
tomorrow’s longing. Now
when the mind unravels,
the Heart remembers the
dream songs, and the
songs rise on the strong
wings of Grandfather
Eagle. Now when the mind
lays down its dance of
separation the Eagle
lifts from the Council
peaks and flies through
the face of the Sun.
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