Once upon a time, when the wind blew gently in the trees and the mighty drum of ones own heartbeat could be heard, a group of wanders gathered inside my meditative state.

They were tall in stature and carried their wisdom deep within their eyes. Being in there presence made me feel safe. Made me feel awake to their energy and all the sounds around me coated me like a soft blanket.

As they sat in sacred circle, to hear the sounds of their ancestors, a vision began to travel inside everyones thoughts. It was a vision showing the many great changes that were to come across the land. It was a vision of hope.

When the time was right, each one took their place on a big rock that stood beckoning their company. Each one had a piece of the puzzle for man kind.

One spoke of the union that would be re-established with the great mother and father sky inside gratitude. One spoke, about the mighty condor flying with the great eagle. One who was a child, even stood and spoke of how people will begin to recognize the wisdom in a young one’s eyes.

And, then there was me, one of different heritage but still present who slowly was guided to take their place upon the rock. I had little understanding of what I was to say but all the same, I moved as guided to reflect and share.

With a breath taken that allowed the fresh smell of the fire to enter my nostrils, I began to speak about what I felt and saw. I saw a bird of many colors. It was singing, as it flew to distant shores reminding all of the rainbow opportunities available to fly within ones dreams. I saw a sacred child of Mother Nature facing the West gathering with her children to celebrate a new beginning with those who walk in human form. And, I saw an image of myself in a pond, drifting with a flute that carried healing qualities.

Once I took my seat again with others, the great chief rose. His lines were carved deep within his face, but his smile was warm and celebrated his many years. His mannerisms were simple but strong, showing everyone he was truly a warrior of wisdom.

The chief slowly glanced at everyone, as if to greet them individually with a thanks for sharing before beginning to speak.  His words messed with a brooks water crystals that danced in the moon light, carrying them to waiting ears and everyone listened intently.

“It has been a long time in coming my children. It has been a long, long time that man had been detached from the sacred web of oneness.

But, now there is hope.” An owl echoed across the tree lined shadows, to confirm the chiefs words before he spoke again. “The awakening has begun and must be catered to like that of the great fire before us. We must carry the love in our hearts and thoughts so it can spread. For our loving thoughts have power and are often followed by actions that are beneficial for all.”

He glanced at the flute player and allowed his words to be sealed with the delicate sounds before, he raised his hands and looked upon me. “Welcome, My dear brother. Your visions showed great and powerful insights and there is no accident that you have joined us on this night of the full moon inside the realm of sleep.” 

As he paused the wise one smiled, releasing an energy of applause for my willingness to come forward. I could feel his words filter within me. I could taste them, like a fine array of deserts as the flute slowly played in the background. Other of night creatures like the wolf joined in, howling to resonate the nights celebration of hearts in the moment.

When the wolfs stopped and took their place once again in silence, the chief began to explain my visions. “You are that bird for you are the messenger of these truths. You will speak like the precious one who takes flight, and do so in melodies that will help open hearts. You will dance upon the clouds in your homeland allowing those ready to hear, understand. You are our brother who shares in the heartbeat for freedom, peace and joy.” He echoed, before stopping to raise his eyes for a sacred dance to begin.

As the flute played on with a beautiful serene tune of beauty, the drum and other percussion instruments joined in and many rose to dance in oneness with the moon and stars.

I too stood and began to dance, knowing I was about to step into a new journey of purpose.  And as I whispered with gratitude, I danced in excitement with my brothers and sisters. 

My feet became as light as a feather, as I moved about. My steps joined with others and soon we were dancing as one force in peacefulness and bliss. The flute too danced inside the wind vibrating and illuminating our senses.

When the dancing was over and I felt satisfied to feel the sacred union of oneness and my purpose was clear, I stopped and everyone gathered around me.

They thanked me without words, but my heart knew that they were honoring me so, as I bowed to all, the chief came forward and handed me a rock. 

It glistened like the finest diamond-like stars that hung high in the sky. As I held it, he took some sage from the sacred fire and moved it around me. The smell was truly amazing and it put me in a trance of peacefulness that returned me to my bed room.

On awakening, I found myself in my bed, in my homeland of America. And when I opened my hands, I still was holding the sacred rock from my lucid dream. 

      I knew my journey was now shown to me. A journey where I will forever walk with the rising sun and speak with the energy of the mighty condor and eagle. 

     On awakening my gratitude shinned outwardly, like the sacred sun. And, now inside every waking moment, I play the sacred flute, to the whistling wind that moves benefit my wings. They are the wings to forever fly. Fly in love and peace. Fly with a strong voice. Fly releasing a healing tune to the world and fly as part of the sacred whole.