Moon of Change

Brilliant white orbs danced among swirls of colour in a mix of joy and ethereal beauty. Turquoise, buttercup yellow, and pale blues mixed in with mauve and magenta pigments on the canvas. Music emanated from within the movement of brushstrokes and lifted the spirit to soar with Creation into realms of unrealized bliss. Hands reached for the Heavens and hips undulated throughout the dancers’ circle. The music was strong and earthy, yet ethereal and bright. A drum beat pulsed within Kiera’s heart as she swayed to and fro, keeping time with the dancers. Voices lifted out of time, praising the mighty Creator with songs of the ancestral Blackfoot peoples. In a brilliant flash of light, a form emerged from the centre of the swirling mass of dancers, clad in dove-soft white buckskin. The ebony cascade of her hair swept the ground as she lifted her gaze to connect with Kiera’s soul, while maintaining the rhythm of the dance. “Strong young birch stands amid fallen toothpick pines And oaks that have lost the will to live. Raw winds and many storms pass, Birch bends and bows but does not break. Roots dig deeper into the Mother Who supports and watches through all time. Loving All. She will survive, though many pass and will not return. I made a promise to our people. When the White Buffalo Calf returned, Great change would come. Awakening. The time is Now. Remember the Mother. Connect to Her strength through breath. Allow Her vitality to fill you. Feel it vibrate into every corner of being. Drums call us to the dance, the Circle ebbs and flows. We are the One. One People. One Nation. One bridge between Sky Nation and Mother Earth. One with the Creator of All. Walking, I listen to a deeper way. Now I see, all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” With one graceful movement of her hand, an intricately decorated shawl, with beads of turquoise and red coral, was lifted up in the air, hiding the dancer’s eyes… and the song faded back into timelessness. Breathless, Kiera put down her paintbrush. The canvas exuded life at its fullest expression of ancestral love. And yet, there came a message: “Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” She pondered what she was meant to watch and listen. Her heart skipped a beat and began to race as the importance of this message seeped into Kiera’s bones. “I know that I have a lot to learn and Grandmother is so supportive of all I do. I’m so busy trying to get enough paintings done for the show at the gallery, I don’t know that I have time to spend on learning anything else right now. Yet, I can’t help but think that this has something to do with my ancestry and maybe sharing the culture of these people.” Wondering if Sasha would have an explanation, Kiera saw movement on the plank floor at the far side of the verandah. “You have only to asssk.” “Hello Sasha.” “Your awakening quickensss in resssponssse to the call of the Creator to fulfill your role in thisss exssperiencsse.” “It’s hard to know what it is that I’m supposed to do. Getting these paintings done seems to be about as much as I can manage in the time I’ve got right now.” “Yet time exsspandsss for you while you work. In fact, time warpsss, allowing you to work and learn, and to communicate with your ancssessstorsss in waysss that mossst cannot concsseive. In thisss, both you and Joshua have been gifted.” “I don’t understand how to make time warp, though.” “Doesss not the clock ssslow down when you wait impatiently for time to passss?” Chuckling, Kiera replied “of course it does – because we want it to go faster when we’re eager for something to happen.” “Ssssuch isss the cassse with excssited engagement – time fliesss when you’re having fun! Ssso, when you’re focusssed, it can be manipulated to the sssituation sssimply by taking a deep breath and sssetting the intention to the desssired outcome. It could be asss sssimple asss sssaying sssomething like: if thisss isss meant to be, ssso will it be. “But today you are focusssed not on the time, but rather on watching. The messsage you’ve recsseived doesss indeed come from one who hasss crosssed time to bring you thisss messsage. However, White Buffalo Calf Woman’sss messsage isss not about the time crosssed at thisss point, though it isss important for you to know that you have the knowledge within yourssself of all exssperiencssesss of all time, should you desssire to accssesss it. “Her messsage isss about peacsse, love and sssovereignty. Thessse come from being ‘connected’ to the Creator of All, becoming One, or At-One with All, rather than being focusssed on the 3-dimensssional exssperiencsse around you. “Lisssten to the environment, the ssstoriesss it revealsss and recall the lesssonsss of the passst. Through thessse you can interpret what actionsss will need to be initiated to achieve the changesss that are to come. By continuing to engage the Light in your work, you will learn from the passst, the lesssonsss that can help take you into the future with gracsse and knowledge of many thingsss. Don’t feel that you have to know it all now. Asss you require information and ssskillsss, they will be shown to you, rather like tapping into a hidden databassse.” “Kind of like having my own internet database in my head.” “Yesss” “Grandmother has always said I will learn by watching what other people do and how they act. I have learned the importance of having one mouth, two eyes, and two ears!” she said earnestly.