Post by Spirit of the Lynx on Jul 4, 2007 17:10:19 GMT -5
From: ♫Mysti♫ (Original Message) Sent: 9/6/2004 5:33 AM
Osaio Forest members,
This is a new part to Swift Eagle's legacy... I have two things to share. After my typing out something that was already written by another... I had a vision... which I relayed to Shaman....... I was told what it ment... but now I am told to share it w/ you... I thought it was strictly for me.. in part it was. But in another part it was not. And It is for you to find the meaning in it.
i can hear his voice still in my head
and i can see him
as if he is right here
i see his things too
his drums
all of his ceremonial stuff
even his dwelling
its like he made camp
there is a fire..
and he is on his knees before it
and i can hear chanting
stars in the night sky
and smoke rises
he looks directly at me and stops chanting.. smiles...
i look into his eyes
i am not me anymore
i am fox
i run with the wolf clan
through the woods in fall
leaves crunch under my paws
hunting mice
pouncing
hopping from rock to rock across rivers
the chanting begins again
i run faster toward the cliff i hear an eagle cry out
i leap off the cliff
i am no longer fox
i am hawk
i soar with the eagle
under his wing
then over him
feel the touch of a wing tip when i falter on a turn he rights me
over mountains and over streams and valleys i see things as they once were
clean and clear..
the people happy and safe in their dwellings
their hunts successful and the buffalo are many and fat
peace fills my heart and i soar higher
my guide lifts his staff in greeting...
the great eagle calls out
and my guide changes to wolf
runs underneath me as i soar
i dive and night becomes day
the eagle changes to owl
and i am forced down low to the ground..
i change
i become myself and yet not myself
i stand over looking a village
s people at rest
a wolf at my side
my hair long and free down my back i carry a staff w/ many feathers on it
a pouch at my side
a bone knife strapped to my waist
i look over the village
i feel protective
i listen to the chanting
this is somehow home
i am standing before a fire
a medicine man hands me his pipe
i sit and i share it with him
i am at peace
Last night I dreamed. I dreamed of two sets of children. One set wealthy and well trained in the manner of society. The other set not. They were poor and had to be given everything. They were proud and struggled for even the food in their mouths. They did not ask for anything from the first set of children. They were also shunned and made fun of. The scene changes ... and now the rolls were reversed... but the second set of children were not like the first set who where vain and did not treat the second set well. The second set of children gave the first set their clothes. I see the second set of children happy and well fed with tunics they have made themselves from what they hunted. They thrive in grass covered hills and the mother and father look at them and smile.
The last part of my dream had no pictures. Only an old man's voice which I assume is Swift Eagle's he said to me:
"Tell them to change the game! Tell them to Look into my eyes!"
Glean from this what you need of it .. It is now yours.
Mysti(Little Fox)
Osaio Forest members,
This is a new part to Swift Eagle's legacy... I have two things to share. After my typing out something that was already written by another... I had a vision... which I relayed to Shaman....... I was told what it ment... but now I am told to share it w/ you... I thought it was strictly for me.. in part it was. But in another part it was not. And It is for you to find the meaning in it.
i can hear his voice still in my head
and i can see him
as if he is right here
i see his things too
his drums
all of his ceremonial stuff
even his dwelling
its like he made camp
there is a fire..
and he is on his knees before it
and i can hear chanting
stars in the night sky
and smoke rises
he looks directly at me and stops chanting.. smiles...
i look into his eyes
i am not me anymore
i am fox
i run with the wolf clan
through the woods in fall
leaves crunch under my paws
hunting mice
pouncing
hopping from rock to rock across rivers
the chanting begins again
i run faster toward the cliff i hear an eagle cry out
i leap off the cliff
i am no longer fox
i am hawk
i soar with the eagle
under his wing
then over him
feel the touch of a wing tip when i falter on a turn he rights me
over mountains and over streams and valleys i see things as they once were
clean and clear..
the people happy and safe in their dwellings
their hunts successful and the buffalo are many and fat
peace fills my heart and i soar higher
my guide lifts his staff in greeting...
the great eagle calls out
and my guide changes to wolf
runs underneath me as i soar
i dive and night becomes day
the eagle changes to owl
and i am forced down low to the ground..
i change
i become myself and yet not myself
i stand over looking a village
s people at rest
a wolf at my side
my hair long and free down my back i carry a staff w/ many feathers on it
a pouch at my side
a bone knife strapped to my waist
i look over the village
i feel protective
i listen to the chanting
this is somehow home
i am standing before a fire
a medicine man hands me his pipe
i sit and i share it with him
i am at peace
Last night I dreamed. I dreamed of two sets of children. One set wealthy and well trained in the manner of society. The other set not. They were poor and had to be given everything. They were proud and struggled for even the food in their mouths. They did not ask for anything from the first set of children. They were also shunned and made fun of. The scene changes ... and now the rolls were reversed... but the second set of children were not like the first set who where vain and did not treat the second set well. The second set of children gave the first set their clothes. I see the second set of children happy and well fed with tunics they have made themselves from what they hunted. They thrive in grass covered hills and the mother and father look at them and smile.
The last part of my dream had no pictures. Only an old man's voice which I assume is Swift Eagle's he said to me:
"Tell them to change the game! Tell them to Look into my eyes!"
Glean from this what you need of it .. It is now yours.
Mysti(Little Fox)