Union of the Masters

Chapter 1 The Meeting Mother hadn’t been feeling well for a while. The cough and vomiting were getting worse by the day, and her fever was rising. The faithful nature spirits brought her elixirs, fanned her, and even prayed over her, but no one seemed to able to stop the fast decline. She was like an out-of-control semi-truck that had lost its brakes down a mountain pass. Spinning alone in the middle of vast space. The coughing and vomiting had become more violent tonight, and her body thrashed with pain. Her insides were on fire, and the fever distorted her mind with hallucinations. Her screams of pain reverberated throughout the land. Though the healers ran to her aid, only patch work was accomplished. There was no hospital to take her to, so they tried to cool her down and stop the bleeding. A cold towel on her forehead and one on her round, convulsing belly, but she heaved and moaned. Her fowl, toxic breath made one aide swoon. Finally, after some days, the convulsing calmed, at least temporarily. The devas and healers were exhausted. “We must get some help!” one nature spirit proclaimed, fluttering her wings. “We can’t keep her alive much longer. We need an intermediary.” “We need beings who can shift the tide of human consciousness,” Victoria said. “Let’s ask Mother whom she would suggest.” Mother’s answer was quick and clear, and arrangements were put into action immediately. An intervention was planned. ***** They gathered at the Oregon Coast in early July, for one of the most important meetings in Earth’s history. It was now the final hour to assist humanity out of the consciousness of the separate self to the consciousness of oneness and prevent Mother Earth’s imminent death. The morning of the first gathering, they prepared themselves, purifying their thoughts, cleansing their bodies, and setting intention. Each began with a familiar ritual. A white candle flickered with the early light of dawn, illuminating the room with a golden glow. Running Bear Eagle, an Apache Indian Medicine Woman, stimulated her lymphatic system by dry brushing her naked body. Her straight dark-brown hair was lifted to the top of her head with a leather clip as she soaked in sea salt water to cleanse her aura. As these revitalizing energies began to grow, she chanted several times. “Cleanse my body. Cleanse my light. Cleanse my soul. Lift my plight. Cleanse my body. Cleanse my light. Cleanse my soul that I may be pure and whole.” Her strong, stout body glistened. After her bath, she laid out her most sacred ceremonial attire. She had not worn such clothing since her last incarnation, in 1850. Remembering the ceremonies and the joy associated with them, she smiled. First, she slipped on a soft, light-brown suede skirt that hung gently to her ankles, with a traditional fringe on the hem. Then she put on a tailored cotton beige shirt. Next, she put on a special ceremonial leather vest. Below the right shoulder of the vest, in muted shades, was painted a bald eagle, her life totem. Below the eagle, was a soft red-orange sun, radiating out, representing her connection with and reverence to Father Sky. To spiritually balance the vest, the left side represented her deep connection with the feminine Goddess. Grandmother Moon was full and radiant, and the star of Venus glistened on the vest, as if ready to speak. On the back of the vest was painted a medicine wheel, a tool of support and teaching for her people. Looking in the mirror at her transformation, she let her thick brown hair flow down over her shoulders, brushing it gently. She stood erect and connected to Earth. The golden candlelight highlighted her strong, high cheek bones; full sensuous mouth; and radiant, sparkling dark eyes. She was truly the epitome of graceful feminine power. Around her body glowed a shimmering, glistening gold light. Then she placed a delicately tooled leather headband about her forehead. Etched in the leather were scenes of a jumping deer, bushes, insects, fish, birds, and people—all children of the Mother. Finally, she slipped on a pair of brown suede moccasins with a two-inch fringe. Whistling with renewed energy and expectation, she knelt before her altar and called in the spirit of sacred fire to light the candle. She asked sacred fire to hold the qualities of love and transformation. Then, to cleanse her space, she lit dried cedar and sage in an alabaster shell, until it smoked. Next, she brushed the smoke with a turkey feather all around her body, ending with three strokes toward her heart. After that, she walked around the house, fanning the smoke. The open window allowed the excess to escape. She went outside and smudged around the property, greeting the trees, flowers, and other plant life. They smiled and acknowledged her. Next, quite exhilarated, she called in the four directions, just as her ancestors had done for thousands of years. Kneeling to the east, in reverence, with her right knee down, surrendering the warrior aspect, and her left knee up at a ninety-degree angle, representing leading with spirit, she took a pinch of the sacred tobacco and circled it through the smoking smudge three times. Then she reached her right hand out to bring forth the energies of the East. “To the East. To the New Day. To the Light within, without. To Golden Eagle. To illumination. To the East, I call for your power and spirit to come in.” Catching the energy in her hand, she drew it into her heart, inhaling deeply. She placed some tobacco in the smudge. Facing the South, she stretched her right arm out again. “To the South. To trust and innocence. To the little mouse. To the good way home. To the South, I call for your power and your spirit to come in.” Catching the incoming powers, she placed them in her heart and sprinkled some tobacco in the smudge. Chapter 5 A Miracle Running Bear Eagle was walking to meet Joseph at the Hillstreet House Restaurant, when a gunshot sounded as she passed a Plaid Pantry. Screams filled the air, and the energy pattern in and around the store was filled with fragmented red lightning bolts. She quickly gathered large amounts of universal life force energy from the center of Earth, then beamed a violet ray from her hands around and through the store. The screaming stopped instantly. She walked in calmly. A stocky young Black man with a shaved head, about eighteen years old, held a gun and shook all over. A dog lay dead in a puddle of blood on the floor. Running Bear quickly put a gold shield of light around the dog to postpone his transition. Standing directly in front of the boy, she extended her hand for the gun. Without hesitation, he handed it to her, as he looked down at the floor. He stiffened to control his shaking hand. Now, meeting his gaze, she said, “How much money did you get?” “I don’t know, I haven’t had time to look.” Shoppers were frozen in their tracks. You could hear a pin drop. “Give it to me,” she said firmly. He did, and she handed it to the store owner. “Did you mean to kill the dog?” she asked the boy. “No! I got scared, and it jumped at me, so I shot it.” Running Bear took the boy’s hand and bent down to the dog. She placed his hand on the dog’s heart. The boy’s big brown eyes filled with anguish, then tears. The dog’s heart was still. He hung his head in despair. Running Bear then asked the dog’s soul if this was his proper time to transition, as the soul had not completely left the body yet. “No,” the dog’s soul transmitted to Running Bear. “I have much more service to render to my master. I am teaching him how to love unconditionally.” At that, she drew in a powerful Earth Sky breath and escorted the soul back into the dog’s body.