BY
Copyright © 2011 White Eagle
Smashwords Edition
White Eagle is a practicing Medicine Man who has been blessed by the Great Spirit Father with both Healing and Vision Medicine. Being part Algonquin and Arapaho, he carries forward a mixture of both traditional and nontraditional Medicine techniques. Ever seeking to serve the Will of The Great Spirit, White Eagle endeavors to enable all of the Great Spirit's children to learn of His Love and in the many ways in which we may allow His Light and Love to enrich our Well-being and lives. Ever in a constant vigil in seeking ways to serve the Will of the Great Spirit, White Eagle has left the normal order of the societies that we live in to walk totally the path of a Medicine Man in order to embrace and help in the initiation of the New Order of the Great Spirit's Will and Consciousness in humankind. In the last period of time much information about the coming events as pertaining to the reawakening of Spirituality has been provided to him by his Guides, or Angels so to speak, as well as by the Creator Himself in order to bring forth a new and heightened life in the Spirit of each of His creation.
This document is a product of this endeavor as given by the Great Spirit for him to do in answer to his prayer for guidance in his daily meditation. These manuscripts are still new and seeking conventional publishing and support in distribution. As a PohTikaWah or Medicine Man, White Eagle is a Priest, Healer, Teacher, Visionary, Counselor, and Ceremonial Leader but perhaps most important, a Guide in the way of discovering the Truth and Perfect Child within each of us.
In the traditional way, a Medicine Man would give a person a Medicine Name usually around the birth time as a vision would be given them however, several years ago during one of his daily Mediations the Great Spirit said for him to start Naming people with a Name that describes His Original Thought as He created each of them. This Name describes the perfect pattern of each Self as He created them and describes what they not only have always been but also that which they are and ever will continue to be (or better said, “What does Not need fixing”). The Medicine Name as described by White Eagle helps us understand why we have certain likes or dislikes and habits that are most normal for us, as well as abilities in which we can easily excel and use in our growth. White Eagle explains the Name as well as its Medicine and tendencies but always reminds us that we are ever in growth as to become greater channels of the Great Spirit's Light and Love and to do this we are ever learning new Medicine to add to that of our beginning so as to please the Creator. This is our true desire of our inner child.
In addition to the Naming Vision, White Eagle has also been given abilities in vision such as looking inside one’s body to detect illness or infirmary, finding objects that are considered lost, going backwards or forwards in time as well as others. White Eagle has also been given the ability to channel or so as to say allow another person's Guides to speak to them through the body of him as well as channel his own personal Guides in an advisory capacity about all matters current and past that are having an immediate influence on one. White Eagle lives in what might best be described as altered states and does not use or condone the abuse of any drugs nor of anything or of anyone. Another of the abilities that has been given to White Eagle is for him to walk in another's moccasins in a past life review in order to release carryover problems that often occur from past lives. This process takes several days to complete and the product is specific documentation and a channeled review. White Eagle's knowledge of the Spirit world also provides dream state interpretations as well.
As a Healer, White Eagle has many abilities in working with energy, potions, and teas as well as Medicine Stones. There have been many instances whereby he has cured someone's headache or hiccups with a single thought. White Eagle will also be the first one to thank another for healing themselves and as he says that he takes no credit but full responsibility in such matters as he only invokes the Will and Love of God. White Eagle guides people in the process of meditation and from time to time holds workshops in learning the Medicine Wheel Way as well as about Plant Spirit, Animal Spirit, and Mineral Spirit Medicines and how we can use them to enrich our lives.
White Eagle sometimes kids around about being a Native American Ghost Buster but know well he takes these matters very seriously. Unlike some others he uses the unlimited potential of Love to help in problems with discarnates, or entities, and possession as they are very dynamic in the Well-being of all involved. White Eagle is not a Witch or Witch Doctor although he has much knowledge about such things and will refuse to help any who are not aspiring to the highest ideal which is, “To Walk in Balance and With Harm to No One Being or thing, including Oneself!” If possible White Eagle will record personal readings on cassette tape and asks that each provide their own tape for use. He says that one receives what they are willing to invest in any matter. He asks that each desiring a reading, prepare and bring a written list of questions to be answered for their own use, as he does not want to see them. White Eagle also makes many ceremonial items and personal items such as prayer sticks, rattles, shields, earrings, necklaces, as well as paintings.
Often White Eagle will speak of only charging a commitment to change when asked about receiving money for his services. However, as all truly know, one must be willing to give something away to receive more of anything at any point in time. Gifts or donations of money or other things that might support the work will be welcomed by him. As White Eagle recognizes that in a respectful sharing way, those who have resources to share will be the first to benefit in the sharing process. However lack of money or resources are often manifestations of symptoms of other Spiritual dilemmas and he would never deny his services to anyone because of their lack of a comfortable money supply. Each one should feel comfortable with whatever they feel they should provide, as it is a contribution not a fixed price. White Eagle sees it only as a contribution to God and the Church.
This document is presented in what might best be described as pristine in its word usage and while sometimes the word usage might not be considered to be grammatically correct, it is in its original true condition to the Spirit of the consciousness and is most proper. As it is given to express this information in the English language, many of the words available for use fall short of the full dynamics of the total scope of the consciousness being expressed. In no way is it also to be inferred that there is any bias or weight given to the male or female of the human species. All true Beings, which are all Spirits created by The Great Spirit or God as some refer to Him, have chosen to incarnate into each of the “Body-forms” and races; which is why the Great Spirit created the diversity in the first place. I call Him Great Pop and I am certain that He loves and favors each as equal in His esteem and so should we. As the Earthplane experience is truly that of learning the unlimited ways of experiencing Brotherhood and expressing Love, the consciousness associated in the term Brotherhood is that of the willingness to support, sacrifice for, share, care, nurture, guide, and most important, value another Being regardless of what sex or other condition the body is in. Any other word associations that might even in the slightest way be considered to be gender biased should be considered the same way and the consciousness to the Spirit of the use retained. This material is presented in the Spirit of Onement and the Law of One and is meant to be received in the same way, each samely unique and in their uniqueness the same.
This material was completed in 2011 is the sole property of White Eagle and all rights are reserved. No part of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, except as may be expressly permitted by White Eagle.
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It is my sincerest hope that this material will in some way be of service in bringing forth some of the abundance of Light and Love that the Great Spirit has for each and every one of you.
In the years that I have been guiding peoples, I have always cautioned them about what they read in books as I do also to you here and now. A book in its very best of conditions is but one person’s documentary of their observations as they walk the path of life, and indeed can be no more than that. But, while they might speak of the squirrel running up the tree ahead and share their vision of that, they might miss the butterfly emerging from the cocoon behind. This book is a composition of information that comes to me both through meditation and channeled through me by my Guides. It is presented in the Spirit of Love. It was given to me to understand that the purpose of each person’s incarnation to Earthplane for an Earthwalk is to learn more about the unlimited ways to experience and to express Love and Brotherhood.
In many of these books I talk about the Prevalent Culture. When I call it “White”, I am not meaning Caucasian or even European for any that might be sensitive to such or take any offense as none is intended. The current Prevalent Culture, which is at times also called the “White Western Way” by some, actually has it genesis long before the man named Jesus was hung on a cross. I consider that event to be an act of “Being Murdered” by some of its adherents because of its Religion and foundation of materialism. And as Great Pop often tells me, “This too can Change”. I hope He was Not talking about those 30 pieces of silver, don’t You?
Presented With Love,
A Note From The Author….
It has now been over two decades since Great Pop first told me to begin the writing of these now many books. At first I was reluctant and told Him that I certainly desired no such thing for myself. I also mentioned that I did not feel qualified or with sufficient skills in writing to do such an important task. He was persistent in His bequest of me to do such though, and soon began the effort on my part of such an important endeavor.
At the completion of the material of the first work that is titled The Medicine Way, I was 47 years of age. At that point, I already was keenly aware of the power and potential impact of the word, be it in song or print. Each of these mediums can dynamically affect and effect an individual’s attitude and perspective and thereby, Life. One can always find something positive or negative about any condition or thing as well. If one listens to angry or sad songs often enough then one will soon become of that same attitude and perspective. Once that occurs, one’s Life experience and expressions will become more of a mirror of that than anything else.
In the material of some of the volumes that Great Pop has given for me to write, He has had me include the parallel account of my personal Life experiences during the development of them. In doing that I can only speak as honestly as I can of my feelings and attitude as each experience occurred. Also, when more than a single Being or thing is involved in an experience, each that is involved will have its own personal perspective of it. Therefore I pray that no one Being or thing be judged or condemned by their behavior or personal choices of expression in such an accounting. Still, I can and do honestly say that these experiences and expressions actually happened, and happened that way to me.
Regarding Grow, Growth and Life purpose….
In asking Great Pop as to how I should be and do while I am here on Mother Earth, He told me "Little One, I made that theme park for any Beings and things that want to experience some of the limitless means and ways to experience and express Love and Brotherhood”.
Some people profess that we each have a specific mission to accomplish in our lifetime, or that we come here to learn lessons of some sort through which we will Grow toward completing some kind of “Spiritual Transformation” and thereby achieve a “Higher” condition of being. I personally believe that all of this aspiration and ambitious thinking about one’s reality and life’s purpose is founded in Fear and is all a falsehood. I am certain that we come here for experiences by our own choice and that we experience things of our own manifestation through our thoughts and Prayers of Desire. This means that there is No mandate or mission, nor any requirement to learn anything, there is only a path of life that is of our own choosing and design.
When I was young Great Pop told me: “Grow like the tree and thereby from the inside out in all directions". I thought He meant that I should aspire to grow taller and thereby bigger. I later learned the Proper idea and Ideal meant by His use of the word Grow as being more like the concept of “Multi-dimensional Expansion,” as in this ideal we are in a sense “Ever and Always Complete”.
Through each incarnation we gain knowledge and understanding and therefore Expand from the experiences and expressions of being ourselves, thus we have more to offer and share with other Beings and things and their expansion as well. This is the Real and true condition and Potential for every Being and thing in the physical or spiritual condition, from the single celled micro-organism to the entirety of all creation - period.
All Beings and things are considered “Even” in Great Pop’s idea and Love of us. He would Never favor or set any thing as being better than any other thing of His Creation, therefore, within the contents of this or any of the other material that has been Brought forth by this channel and servant of The Creator, I pray that you will properly interpret and correctly understand the use of the words of Learn, Lesson, Grow, or Growth to mean and be interchangeable with “To Become of,” “Embody,” “Expand,” or “Expansion.”
This material is presented in the Spirit of Love. It was given to me to understand that the purpose of each person’s incarnation into the physical realm and Mother Earth is to learn more about the unlimited ways to experience and to express Love and Brotherhood.
So as you read the pages...
I Pray That You Walk in Joy and Enjoy Your Walk …..
THE BEGINNING
REMEMBERING
Can you remember when you were a child and someone telling you about "The Boogie-Man"? And if not or if it was not called exactly that, I am certain that you can remember being afraid of something, like what is under your bed when your parents turn the lights out at night and close the door to your room. And yes this can occur even if you have one or more brothers or sisters in that newly darkened room as well. Shhhhh! What was that noise over there in the corner? What is under the bed that you cannot see in the dark? Quick, get under the covers, someone left the closet door ajar and we All know That is where the Boogie-Man can be waiting to come out and "Get Us"!!!
As I begin this material it is October of 2011. I am now 65 years old. Yet when I go to sleep or wake up, I still feel inside like I did when I was about 6 or 7. Yes, we typically feel and think of ourselves to be only as old as we feel inside. I recognize that much has happened since I was 6 or 7, and I realize that this is the 19th book that I will have written so far in this Odyssey that is my Life. As the Medicine of the number 19 is Renewall, that certainly makes sense to me as in the beginning I never wanted to write anything at all. It was over two decades ago when I was Meditating that Great Pop, which is what I call the Creator that most call God, told me that He wanted me to write a book. My immediate response was long and windy like I seem to do a lot of times. I first argued that I was not good with this English language and that I had even failed it in school more than once. I also argued that I did not know how to start or what to say.
Great Pop patiently put up with excuse after excuse. Daily Meditation after daily Meditation continued to produce the same result each time I asked Great Pop what I could do to best please and serve Him. Time and again He got a myriad of excuses from me until I finally caved in and accepted that I should at least try. When Grey Owl subsequently asked me about the Medicine of a certain stone, my natural response was to ask Great Pop. I was given the answer as usual, but this time Great Pop added that this was the subject of what I was to first start writing about. All along Great Pop had kept telling me that He would tell me what to write about, as well as help me know what to say. So with pencil and paper I began developing the material that is now titled Mineral Spirit Knowledge.
Yep, it seems like it was just a little over a week or so ago that I took that first step and Dared to write something. Now it is over two decades later and much has come to exist that did not before because of it. As this first chapter is about remembering, I will state here and now that I consider myself as having a relatively "poor" memory as compared to most people on this planet that I call Mother Earth. Actually, it is not so much Poor perhaps as it is what I call selective. I have always had great mechanical skills and excelled in areas of innovation, discovery, or analysis. I rarely remember names upon meeting someone for the first time and I usually remember only their faces or Medicine in the way of their Spirit-form, which is usually some type of animal. Dates and times also seem to escape as quickly as they arrive in my experience and expression of being a Being here on Mother Earth. As with this English language that gave cause for my having to repeat the required History courses several times while I was in school.
I can remember events though, and with great detail and clarity. Of course my "trick" in doing that is that I go back and relive the experience in a way. You see I am White Eagle and a PohTikaWah, which translates into this English language as being A Spirit Walker which some call a Medicine Man. My parents knew that I was a Medicine Man at birth and as soon as I could understand this English language to some extent at the age of three or four, I remember my mom telling me specifically to not let anyone know that I was "Indian" much less that. I knew that she and my dad were telling me that to protect me in some way, so I readily complied.
Later, after he exited this Mother Earth arena of Brotherhood lessons, my dad's second wife would tell me how my dad told her that he was a part of the "Assimilation Project". This was a project whereby the government took single-parented Native American children from their families and tribes and placed them into missionary and military schools so that they would become "White". It worked pretty good on my dad but it did not imprint and impact me as much as it did him. I say that because his sense of belonging in family as well as tribe was shattered, and his openness and trust turned into a deep sense of fear and insecurity. I always had a sense of something like this in him and so I always felt that he did the best that he knew how or could at being a parent.
Growing up, my dad's insecurity permeated every aspect of our lives and he showed it mostly in the way of money. In this matter, he was very "tight" with it as they say, which meant that I got second hand everything including presents in my childhood. I remember one time though sitting on the porch of our home and playing with Lincoln Logs at the age of three. The reason that I remember that is because they were new and had never been used before. I cherished the idea that I was a beneficiary of such an extravagance. I also remember getting my first bicycle. It was a used “girl's” bike. Ultimately my complaining resulted in getting my dad to weld a bar across the top of it like the other "boy's" bikes had.
I also remember waking up in the crib around the age of two or three. I was very, very, sick and I remember my dad coming into the room. It was in the afternoon and he was giving me a new small black and white teddy bear that he had just bought. It did not replace the larger second hand brown one that I already had, but That was the first time that I felt a sense of his care and value of me. Great Pop would later tell me that I died the first time in this incarnation at the age of three and I am pretty sure that this was probably about the time of, if not even the reason of the gift of that new teddy bear.
While I do not remember the event of my birth, I do remember being in the crib crying and wishing someone would pick me up or hold me, but because of my dad's fear and insecurity no one was allowed to. I was born with two "Club Feet" and I came home from the hospital wearing two casts after a successful operation on them. Later I would rationalize that perhaps the reason that my dad kept people from picking me up was because of that. The net result however was that I felt not so much alone as I did unwanted and not valued. I do also remember someone getting into trouble for picking me up out of the crib and holding me.
Yep, I cannot remember dates or people's names, but I still remember those very early experiences as if they were yesterday. It seems significant to me at least that in these types of remembrances, the whole of the event and experience is encapsulated in a way. In this I mean that one not only recalls them in vivid color and motion, but all of one's feelings and senses are kept intact in them too. Later, Great Pop would provide me with an even greater understanding about memory as well as thought. I vividly remember and I even can still taste the water of when I would subsequently drown at the age of four. I have written a detailed description of this event before in several of these books such as Volume 3 of The Medicine of Selves. That book is about Life and Survivor's Guilt and so I will not say any more about what happens after “Life Ends" in this one. I can still remember a couple of occasions when strangers would knock or appear at the door of our house stating that they had “heard” about me. This happened before I entered elementary school at the age of five. They had come asking my mom if I would Heal them in some way. Yep, I was born a Medicine Man and people have always "found me", of which I attribute to being Great Pop's doing in some fashion or form.
I was born in a hospital in Oklahoma City around ten in the morning of the eighth day of April, 1946. Later in my "Spirit Walking Way" I would go back in time to the moment of my conception. When I did that I discovered that I was conceived at the very moment that they dropped the atom bomb on Hiroshima, Japan. A year after my birth, my parents moved us into a relatively new ranch type house on half an acre in a new subdivision of a little town called Bellaire, Texas. This place was situated at the western edge of Houston and there was an open field that bordered our back yard. My dad built a chicken coop at the back edge of our yard and I still have vivid memories of seeing headless chickens running around, and him chasing them. Obviously, my dad was not much of a hunter or killer. That was the setting we lived in until they built another subdivision in the large open field behind our yard a few years later. There was no air conditioning or television back then, and in the hot summer nights I would lay on the floor beneath the attic fan in the hallway because the bedroom was too hot to be able to go to sleep in. I can still hear the "swish-a-swish, swish-a-swish, swish-a-swish" noise of the belt on that fan, as it seemed to harmonize with the cicadas, crickets, and frogs making their songs heard in the stillness of the night. I did not mind the hardness of the wood floor beneath me because I knew that the Boogie-Man was still in the closet of the bed room, and he could not "find me" there.
Our house was situated in the middle of our block on the north side of our street, which ran from east to west. My dad would measure the distance from our house to the end of the next block to our right and west. It was exactly half a mile, and later I would run to the end of that one and back so as to get a merit badge in the Boy Scouts. That block was the last one in our subdivision and the western edge of our town. Later they would build more subdivisions and more subdivisions well past that point, and Houston would expand like a cancer and engulf the all of it. Our street was concrete with curbs and gutters and I used to run down it barefoot, even on the hottest July day.
The subdivision and whole city was "White" like my dad and mom pretended us to be. There was an ordinance that prohibited "Negroes" from even being on the streets at night, and I guessed that they were Not big on any "Injuns" either. Yep, most of the families on our block and in that town as a whole seemed to be White, German, and Protestant. There was a Catholic family in the middle of the block to the east of ours, and for a short while a Jewish family lived in one of the bigger two story houses a couple of houses to the west. That family was a part of the people that had one of the larger clothing stores in Houston and so they were more endowed monetarily. I said it that way because they had a small rectangular shaped concrete swimming pool and it was the first one that I had ever seen. The Jewish family did not live there for very long and I remember it being vacant for a long time. Because they were very private if not even isolative when they lived there, it became our first "haunted" house after they left. When I spotted that long since dead bird floating in their swimming pool one day, I decided that dark and vacant house must have been the Boogie-Man's home base.
My first friend was a little boy about my age named Cody and he lived in the house to our right. I believe his dad was named Col. Menger who obviously had been in the military during the second world war like most of the men on the block including my dad who had been in the Navy. I was “skinny” and tall for my age, and I was the only "Brown Skinned" kid not only on that street, but pretty much in the whole of the town in the beginning. I remember catching my first "Horney Toad" in my front yard one day and showing it to Cody. I also remember our going behind the house next to his, and looking inside the door of the little house that covered their well. As if it was just yesterday I remember seeing and hearing the two rattlesnakes that we had just surprised that way. I remember that I kept looking back as we both ran as fast as we could back to his yard. You see, I was looking back to see if they were chasing us just like the Boogie-Man.
I still remember the day that Cody moved away with his family and that ended my having a friend. Yep, Cody was my first and only friend in that neighborhood in the beginning. Later other children would move in and populate the neighborhood and while I would try to make them my next “best” friend, I was never theirs. It probably had something to do with my being the only brown skinned kid in the neighborhood. In my early years some of the older boys in the other blocks would bully and pick on me mercilessly. That lasted for quite some while. Time has a way of changing things and after a while I became accepted, especially when I became the only six foot tall child in our elementary school.
I still remember my first day in elementary school. My mother took me up to the school and the teacher was standing at the gate with another young boy my age. His name was Bobby Goings and he was much shorter than me as were the rest. As the teacher introduced us I extended my hand to him. In response, Bobby punched me in the belly and knocked the wind out of me. I hated going to school from that moment on. Later that same morning I would see this blonde girl on a swing named Sally Lancaster. She was very white with the yellowest of long hair and was wearing the reddest of dresses. I was smitten with her immediately. Later my youngest son's mom would say "White Eagle, you sure do Love women". She is right and Sally Lancaster was the very first one.
Later I would meet another “Brown Skinned” child named Arthur Kidd. His mom and dad passed him off as being White as well. Even though we both had the same "Red" skin, we never became close. Arthur was always going home to take piano lessons after school so we really had very little in common. After I started school my mom went to work. That meant that I was the only "Latch Key" kid in that town and so I was always looking for someone to spend time with after school. Arthur did become a very accomplished pianist by the way.
I still remember scaring my dad when I was about three by talking with Spirits and making things move. On the first occasion we were both in the back yard because I had broken a window pane in my bedroom and he was replacing it. I remember specifically telling my dad about a Spirit friend of mine that was there. I told my friend to move one of my dad's tools and it did. I then told him to move another one, which it did as well. My dad told me not to tell anyone and to quit doing that. All children are born with certain "Natural" abilities as well as are naturally Spiritually aware, as are all other life forms. We are "taught" to fear, and in our natural openness and trust we are given falsehoods and things like the "Tooth Fairy" and "Santa Clause" ideas to believe are real. This does include the Boogie-Man as well, just to set the record straight. Parents and even religions have used such devices to manipulate children's behavior, and I consider Halloween with its "Trick or Treat" to be the very worst of the lot. Even the practice of rewarding good behavior such as getting "A"s on a report card fall into this "manipulative” category. And if it is manipulative, then it is disrespectful and therefore some form of abuse.
In Nature as well as in most if not All indigenous tribes, any “reward” is automatic in one's expression. Therefore, one does things because it positively effects a good feeling in and about oneself for having chosen to attempt or make such a personal expression. Of course this "freedom" becomes threatening to those that desire to exert their Will over others, such as is the case within the Prevalent Culture.
I feel that I was fortunate if not even very smart to pick my parents and the situation of our family in my early years. In my dad's control over our home and lifestyle, I was in a way given much more freedom than most of the other children in that situation and environment. Sure we never had the same "new" things that most others seemed to have at the time. My dad did not buy fireworks for us like the other dads did, nor did he take us on annual vacations. At the age of eight years old I bought my own lawnmower with my own money which I earned mowing lawns with his. I mowed lawns while the other children went to places on vacation and enjoyed doing family things during the summer months. I was not proud of having done that and I actually hated mowing any lawn. It made no sense to me you see because that was Not natural. What it did accomplish was to give me a sense of responsibility as well as the ability to be free to use the money that I made any way I wanted to!
You see while I was not supported the same way as the other children were in our neighborhood when I was growing up, I was Always given the greatest measure of Respect by both of my parents. And yes, I am sure that a part of this was because of my being born as a PohTikaWah. As I grew older my parents became more of my equal and in some ways even my children. I say that because I was always respected and I was never considered to be their "property" as is the very same condition and case as if I were born into a Tribe! My mom was closer to me in some ways than my dad, simply because my dad did not feel confident enough in any type of relationship because of his Assimilation experience. I became the parent because I understood that in him and I chose not to expect, but accept him just the way he was. While his second wife gave me more of the details of his childhood after his exit, I had always known of it anyway. My mom was more like she was my sister in so many ways. Even when I was young, I watched her grow in her adulthood. She became my child when she asked me how to die and she knew that I would tell her the truth of it, which I subsequently did. Yep, I picked the very best of parents you see!
I still remember the day that they put up a chain link fence around the yard next to ours where Cody used to live. I marveled as I watched the people that were doing that, would set pole after pole in concrete. I was equally fascinated when they stretched the last part of the fencing and fastened it together. This was the first time I had seen this type of fence and it had the twisted protrusions along the top of it. I have always loved discovering how things are built or done. A new family had bought the home and while I did not know them yet or understand why they wanted a fence, I really enjoyed watching the process. I am pretty sure that this all happened after I had already drowned, but then again I am really bad on remembering dates. I am thinking that I was about 5 or 6 though when I climbed over that new fence to retrieve something that I had inadvertently thrown too far and it had gone over it.
Like any young boy I climbed all sorts of things including trees, and especially the one that was next to our house. It was what some call a "Cherry Alder", and I loved the smell of its crushed leaves as it smelled just like Black Bing Cherries. Later, I used that tree to climb onto our roof, which really irked my dad because he said that I was wearing out or messing up the asphalted shingles. Of course my attitude was that was just some more of his money issues, and so I did it mostly when no one was around. The roof satisfied my Eagle nature and Spirit and gave me a vantage point by which I could observe all that was going on down the street. Of course that is another "Eagle" thing, my just sitting and watching. When I was satisfied my usual method of returning to Earth was Not to climb back down. Nope, it was to jump, and thereby "fly" for a second or so. I was never hurt jumping that way, but that most definitely was Not the case when I climbed that fence on that occasion that I mentioned earlier.
Nope, on this occasion of my climbing that fence, after retrieving the object I simply threw it back over. Once that was done, as I had done on several occasions of such before, I climbed back up. When I go to the top of the fence this time, I literally got stuck as I tried to climb back down the other side to our yard. Yep there I was, hanging on that fence as one of the twists at the top of it had impaled and tore through the inside of my right bicep muscle and arm. I screamed and yelled to no avail. My parents were home, but no one heard or came to my rescue. After getting over the shock I realized there and then that I was physically alone and solely in charge of my fate. I actually did think and recognize that the barb had just missed my throat in the process. I also at that moment became no longer a child at all. Nope, I became as strong as a man I saw stretching that fence when it was being put up. I vividly remember my Guardian Spirit telling me to use that memory to use all of the strength that I could muster in my left arm to hoist myself back up far enough to free the now bloody mass of my right arm.
Once I freed myself that way, I then dropped to the ground into our yard. On impact, I found myself to be intact and took an assessment of sorts. I marveled for a moment as I looked at the exposing of what was actually beneath the newly opened up skin in the way of bone and strands of muscle, some of which was newly torn. I did not faint at the sight of, or even mind the periodic spurts of blood that came out of my very own veins and arteries, like some might think would be the case. Nope, in a sense I was mostly marveling at the sight and filled with awe. So that is what that looks like in there I thought, and then my Guardian Spirit told me to get up and run back inside, which I did. My parents were the ones that freaked out as one might imagine. It was because of that event that I got my first "stitches" in this lifetime of mine that I can remember. I had seen my mom sew things together before. As I watched and felt this doctor seem to struggle to poke the needle through my tough skin, I imagined that the cloth must have felt this too when my mom did it in her way. I do not remember the date or even exactly how old I was at the time. But as if it were just yesterday, I do remember the doctor struggling to stick that needle and thread through my "unusual for him" tough and dark Red skin and flesh as he fastened each and every stitch.
REAL VERSUS IMAGINARY
In the subsequent years and experiences of my life I would climb over many more fences. In each and every experience, I would and still will do so with a different awareness and caution than most might have as one can imagine. You see That is Why we choose to incarnate into this theme park of Mother Earth. And no, I do not mean that we come here to climb fences per say. I mean that we come here to have experiences of which climbing or getting impaled are but just two of the myriad of such. While some people espouse as our Purpose in Life as being that of some type of Growth, I disagree wholeheartedly. Nope, I am certain that we come here to Experience things of which Growth can be one of the multitude of such. As I reflect upon what has happened so far in this Odyssey and Life of mine, there are now so very many experiences that most would consider almost unbelievable which brings us to the title of this chapter.
As a child were you ever told that something was "just your imagination"? Or perhaps you were accused of having one or more "imaginary” friends. Yep, it seems like before we even know what this word of imagination means, we are accused of using it or having one in some fashion or form. I am actually guilty of using this word at times as well, like when I begin doing drumming Meditations with the phrase of: "Imagine sitting on a comfortable log at the water's edge of a calm ocean". In reality, we can only imagine something that we already have specific knowledge about. If one had never seen a log or an ocean, they certainly could Not imagine it in any fashion or form. It would be the same as if I were to say "Imagine GuahDahing on a PookaTakah on BahKiSha by a MakkahTayKoh". And while that phrase might stimulate some form of response, most likely it would not be the same for any two individuals other than confusion perhaps. PookaTakah is a pile of rubble in my personal language by the way, and just the knowledge of that single word can set one's imagination into overdrive. And if I tell you that MakkahTayKoh is a sacred place that would not effect the same result as if I were to define it as being the cliff face of a sacred mountain. And of course if I tell you that the mountain is on an island then an even different idea will develop.
We all know that an infant will cry at times. We also know that its crying can be caused by many different reasons. The crying is because the infant is trying to let us know that it is Not happy for some reason, and our usual response as Proper parents or guardians is to determine the cause so as to give it a sense of comfort and Well- being. What if instead of our teaching the infant the meaning of the words, phrases, and gestures of our language, we choose to let it teach us its own? After all, there is a person named "Lady Ga Ga" who seems to have recently profited greatly from such an idea. We all know the meaning of Da-Da and Pop-Pop versus Ma-Ma and Grammy. But what exactly does "Bop" mean? "Bankie" can conjure many of an idea to form in one's imagination, most of which are Not that of a Brand New blanket at all. You see for us to be able to decipher what the infant is trying to communicate to us, we must use our imagination to do so. So just what is this thing that we call our imagination and where did we get it and how did such a thing come to be?
My earliest recollection of imagining something was when I would sit or lie in front of the radio on Saturday mornings back in the early 1950's. The radio was part of a large wooden console made of white stained oak that housed it and the large 78 rpm record player that was also inside. This was one of the larger pieces of furniture that we had, and it was situated in the most prominent location in our "living" room. I remember that if you lifted up the lid of that console, the huge dial and knobs of the radio would tilt up. Its golden dial was large and rectangular with a clear plastic cover. Beneath that cover, the face of the dial resembled that of a clock, with large numbers and pointer that identified the station. We pretended that the large dial was a screen like in a movie or on the new devices that most others had on the block called a "TV". You see each Saturday morning they broadcast radio shows like that of “The Green Hornet” and “The Lone Ranger”. Those were wonderful to listen to and we imagined that what they were describing was appearing on that large dial. And of course then there were those magical "sound effects"! Clippity-clop, clippity-clop, went Silver as the Lone Ranger entered the town.
When we are born it hurts unless we are sedated. Yep, being squeezed like a wet sponge through one's mother's pelvic bones and birth canal hurts. Then if one is swatted on the bottom to inspire breathing like you might see in a movie about such an event, That hurts too! So while one is Never born “Bad, No Good, A Rapist, A Murderer,” or any of the many other negative labels of peoples behavioral choices, one Is born in Pain unless you are sedated first. Likewise one is Not born In Love either. As one will find in the four volume series of Origins, one Is Originally born as a Potential and therefore Spirit by and because of Great Pop's Love, which is the individualized Essence of the Law of One. But that is Not the case when that Potential and Spirit chooses to incarnate for an experience and personal expression of being oneself here on Mother Earth. Nope, with "foreknowledge" of our parent’s Prayers of Desire and thereby their Potential behavior and expectations, we are always born as an expression of our own Free Will with our Guides as well as a certain measure of what some call ESP. You see it is our Guides and that measure of ESP that not only serves to protect us, but also facilitates us to determine what is Real and what is Imaginary. So just what is our imagination and where did it come from?
In Origins one will discover that long before we chose to be a Being, Great Pop made what is called our "Personal Structure". Great Pop made the elements in it so as to better enable any and all Potential to be continually Self-Actualizing, Self-Determining, Self-Realizing, Self-Aware, and Self-Expressive. There are two forms of our Personal Structure based upon whether one is incarnated or not. Before we incarnate into this physical realm, we use our Personal Structure to choose to incarnate. In Reality, we use the elements of our Personal Structure to configure what becomes our DNA and thereby our physical development both during and after conception. The following shows both forms of our Personal Structure and even plants, minerals, and animals have these very same things in theirs:
OUR PERSONAL STRUCTURE
As one can see in this depiction, even Great Pop has a Personal Structure and while ours is a little different and is being shown as an extension of His in this example, it is most perfect in each and every way. While this is a depiction of what is involved when we exit and return back to Him and go back inside His Essential Will which most call Heaven, the reverse occurs when we incarnate and thus are born here on Mother Earth. Yep, all of those elements at the bottom left are what are added or are subsequently left behind. While it is not shown specifically in this depiction, we also have the outer bubble of our Consciousness that envelops our Personal Structure and That is primarily the Who it is that we are. So what and where is our imagination? In the following illustration from Volume 1 of The Medicine of Selves, we see that we have four distinct Selves to be considered and they are shown as follows:
Even when we are not incarnated here on Mother Earth, each and all Beings and things can be considered as being their very own "Tree of Selves". Does this mean that we could consider our physical bodies to be one of the limbs and thereby a Projected Self? Precisely, and yes we see that we have an Imagined Self as being each of the multitude of leaves that we can have on any one of our branches. While one discovers in this material about our four different types of Selves and that one is an "imagined" type that can be even placed upon one's tree by some other Being or thing, it does not tell us what specifically our imagination is or where it came from.
The answer to that question came to me much earlier than the development of the Medicine of Selves, or even the development of the material of Origins. Yep much, much, earlier Great Pop had me experience and write this:
HOW WE TRULY ARE
Many years ago I was approached by several people asking about my own understanding about what was often called Ego this or Ego that, and was somewhat befuddled by their interpretations. So I naturally went to the Source and asked Great Pop the Creator about such in my next daily meditation. "Father, what are the true parts to my Being and help me understand more about this Ego consciousness that so many people seem to have different ideas about?" And this is what He told me. "Little One, remember when you asked me how to grow Properly and I told you to grow like the tree from the inside out, and ever walk your path of growth in the “Round Way”?", and I said "Yes". Then He took me to a very high place and showed me this great tree and separated it in the middle for me to see inside. Of course He put it right back when we were through as He would never hurt anything of His creation.
Next Great Pop said "Little One, see where the dark part is in the middle of the tree? That is the Heart of Self and is indeed that part that is ever connected to me. Like the tree is connected to Mother Earth by its roots and feeds from the soil of her breast from these roots, each one of my creation are also connected to me by the Golden thread from the Heart of oneself to the Heart of me and are ever fed from their Prayer of Desire to me and thereby supported in their growth this way, just as in this tree. And see where the rings of the tree are?" and I said "Yes Father is that the Ego?" and He laughed and said "Be patient Little One, the rings are the same as the Mind of oneself and like the tree grows from center or the Heart outward, so are you to grow Properly from the Heart of Self through the Mind of Self, the Round Way in all directions just like in this tree." And then I said "Father these rings look just like Medicine Wheels" and He said "Pretty smart observation Little One. Indeed the Medicine Wheel is the most Proper Way of walking one's path of growth in life and providing support to the Balance and Roundness in one's growth in all directions by taking little steps and focusing on the expansion of one's consciousness and Perspective in a balanced and orderly way. With one cycle of the Wheel being like one ring of the tree, and each new cycle of growth is like adding another ring in the Mind of the Tree of Self and one's roundest growth is thereby most easily accomplished this way."
Great Pop then showed me a thin line of material between the rings or Mind, and the Heart of the tree and said "Little One, see this fabric here? This is the fabric of Conscience in the Tree of Self and remember when you asked me where to find the Truth and I said to look inside to the Heart of Self? Indeed if one looks from the Mind of Self through the fabric of one's Conscience to the Heart of Self, one will indeed ever see the Truth which is the unending Love and Support of Me." And then He said "See where the Bark of the tree is?" and I said "Yes". Then He said "The Bark of the tree is indeed like the Ego of oneself and like the tree's bark has to constantly split and give way as the tree grows from the inside out, so indeed does the Ego of oneself have to do the same, as the Ego likes to play God and use the tool of Fear to restrict one's growth so that it can stay in charge and not have to keep giving way. And see this thin fabric of material between the bark of the tree and it’s rings? This is the fabric of Illusion in the tree of oneself and the Ego uses this fabric of Illusion and its tool of Fear to control one's Mind and thereby restrict one's growth or keep it from being in the Round Way." And then I thought how every Tree or Plant Spirit is indeed a teacher in the way of Proper growth and how even when a tree grows next to some structure which restricts the fullness of its growth, as soon as it reaches above or around it, the tree indeed ever grows the Round Way and so should we.