For Ages Many tribes of North and South America told of a day when the Earth near dying from Pollution would birth a new collective of healers stewards and caretakers of our Great Mother Earth. And in these days it is said that the Beings of Myths and Legends will once again emerge. These days have arrived.
..Fill your heart with love. Open it, leave it vulnerable without fear. They scan our energy signature and know ahead of time who they’re dealing with
By Far, I’ll have to admit that having a face to face with one of these Mysterious Giants of the Forest has got to be hands down the most adrenaline producing encounters I’ve ever had and each time leaves me feeling almost like a “high”. Maybe the sort of buzz someone gets when actually doing the impossible or living through a death defying stunt of some kind or another. Over time however meeting these unimaginably intelligent beings the “Gatekeeper Game” diminishes and you’re met with, at least for me doing this in the same area and location, familiar faces. The funny thing is the females never confronted me with the baring of teeth, facial expressions of utter contempt or even hatred of human beings as the males did from the get go and continued on and on quite a bit into early conversations with these most amazing beings, the original Two Leggeds, our Big Elder Brothers are quite impressive to say the least. Not just in height and girth, but equally as such intellectually, witty, and extremely praeterhuman intelligence like you’ve never experienced before. And after the vicious displaying of their large mouths, teeth including two to four prominent canines what next? This savage display of jaw snapping and mouth movements inches from your face, at least every time for myself personally this would unfold like this, then would give way to a smile that seemed to convey, eeehh heeee, little chuckle as if they were just joking with me to see if they could scare me to death. This was always followed by what I can only describe as the warmest friendliest smile on planet earth. Unlike the smiles we get from our fellow man and woman, not sure if sincere or not… these smiles never left any doubt to me and I’d follow their lead slowly letting myself smile yet withholding the urge to just laugh in what amounted in higher levels of joy and bliss of living through that initial face to face followed by a “gotcha” chuckle-smile, that gave way to a compassionate smile of a dear friend or loving relative. It’s weird I know but quite enjoyable, yet very repeatable at least the last few times I had these encounters. By then it was familiar faces without the gate keeper type engagements with previously known males I’d encountered before immediately getting down to the business or medicine at hand; via Mind-speak. I learned a lot from them and forever grateful for these experiences they shared with their human counterpart, their “Younger Brother.”
According to them and from First Nations Tribal Peoples of North America, Star Beings or the Star People came down and hunted these Giants holding them in their Flying Shields, in breeding experiments against their will, basically raped them, producing the first Human Beings. In the Emergence out came the Two Leggeds, then in the time of the Emergence, came the Sons and Daughters of Man, small and without hair, dressed in skins of all the living creatures, dancing the dance of the heavens and stars, dancing the dance of the Mother and the Moon. Creatures of the Earth, Stay Strong, Our Younger Brother has to grow up and when this time comes your peace will emerge once again as you inherit a restored Mother Earth free of Younger Brother either through global wide death or in the maturity and growing up from the unwanted creations of demiurge design to something akin to our Big Elder Brothers, minus the “Big” of course to become “Elders” ourselves someday soon.
Well the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Are you ready to get to really know yourself? Are you the kind of person ready to embrace the Truth in all It’s appearances as the “Good the Bad and the Ugly”? Have you done any shadow work, that is self-retrospection at the seeds of your drives, motives and behaviors? Can you tell the difference from your waking consciousness (Sun) from your sub conscious (Moon)? How does these sort of questions have anything to do with seeing the Forest Giants, Sasquatch? They have everything to do with having an encounter. First off like any Beings of the Fae folds, they don’t even fool with most humans, especially ones who venture into their territories who’ve lived without any self introspection, the narcissist, the bully, the know-it-all, the too serious, the too tense, the doubting “unbeliever”, the overly enthusiastic “believer”, the armchair _anything _, the outer brave and inner coward, those who cling to their worldly lives, those who take and take, never giving as much as they take, the one-upppers, those whose hearts are hard and cold and those who speak of Love yet have little to nothing in their hearts. If anyone interested in contacting these Beings feel they have any of the shortcomings listed above, personally I’d rethink trying to contact them or any of the Fae Beings until deep healing inner workings are done. Doing so is proceeding at your own risk and the author is hereby free of legal and karmic liability. For the record, I’m no angel, maybe a little crazy, but certainly not a devil nor is my body a vehicle for their use during periods of mindlessness.
I offer the following tips in the Light to which they given when I received them. If you’re a doubter or a disbeliever most likely, the worst case scenario would be simply nothing will appear and you’ll realize that you’re alone in the woods. Then if that reality sends electric pangs of panic throughout your body with no way to control it until you finally find the flashlight in your jacket then know you haven’t been honest with yourself. Perhaps reread the previous paragraph, print it out and take it to some teacher or guru you feel comfortable with and get to work knowing thyself first! On the other hand if you can muster up this loving awareness of interconnectedness, that all things are alive, even the Earth Herself and acknowledging your surroundings of rocks, soil, trees, water, plants as beings with an intelligent equal to or greater than your own, the chances of contact increase significantly. Especially when working with the Fae or any of their subgroups, including Elementals and Nature Spirits.
This is not an out or an excuse by the author to explain why if you perform the following steps with no results or why nothing is happening. Honestly if you’re heart isn’t in the right place and should one appear and fear should overcome you, I think they could kill or render the mind insane for life. They scan every human who ventures unwittingly into their realms, who unknowingly crosses paths or who blindly brushes by a hairs width from contact never knowing how close they were to one of these “invisible” Giants. These steps will in fact bring you face to face with an encounter or experience within the thin line between our Human world, the here and now, and the inter-dimensional realms teaming with life that dwarfs the lifeforms we’re all familiar with here in the human – animal Middle World. As per the request of the “Fae of the Appalachian Mountains” I am sharing everything and not withholding nothing so please read on if you the reader feels like they’re ready to start down the road that once ventured down a stretch one finds there is no return. But sometimes no return to a mundane life is just in fact what flips the switch on in life to overdrive into living an enchanted and magical life beyond your wildest dreams.
With no further ado, here are some basic steps with tips and foot notes from my journals working with them.
Firstly you must put yourself into their territories or in a thoroughfare, entrance way into or out of some places the frequent. So how do you find the ultimate Big Foot, Sasquatch romping grounds? Check out some of the names of creeks, ridges, caves, hills, mountains, knobs, unusual rock formations that have the name “Devil’s” _____ recorded on maps, or handed down word of mouth. For example; Devil’s Creek, Devil’s Cave, Devil’s Courthouse, etc. For some reason, as the saying goes; “where there’s smoke there’s usually a fire!” Early Missionaries and the flood of white Christian settlers inherited the names and or from experiencing frequent encounters with these hairy devils. Yes, they were called hairy devils or devils by the whites who from their captivity in European Oligarch-Church villages sharecropping on borrowed land and having themselves been wrangled from their own Animistic-Shamanic Tribes a thousand years earlier had lost the tender embrace of Mother Nature that had been replaced by indoctrination, brutal rape, torture and murder of their ancestors and now found themselves landless peasants, rudderless in a sea of ignorance engineered by the very forces that put them in such helpless positions in life and that currently ruled nearly every aspect of their lives, their minds, bodies, spirit and soul. The American Indian and the Black races of Africa would soon endure the same sort of systematic break down of their cultures, the severing of ancestral memories and the brutality that comes at the hands of Europe’s indoctrinated children upon the face of the Earth to all races, plant and animal life that leads right up to the now, the poor state of the world that we, all the colors and races of the children of man find ourselves in. So don’t let the “Devil” scare you from venturing out into these places of known weirdness, of high strangness with history of frequent “Devils” in the vicinity. If by chance you live in a city, state or country that doesn’t have any nomenclature of this sort (then you’re definitely not in the USA). In this case here is how you would go about locating and finding a suitable spot to setup and spend time trying contact. As with most any Fae Beings, Nature Spirits, or Elementals their habitats are a dead give away.
Find running water like a large stream that has been around a few then thousands of years, a creek, a little river or a river. You can tell or approximate age based on the weathering on the stones in and around the banks. If possible spend time in nature, state parks, national parks and lands unless you have access to these type of settings on private land the better. Feel using your heart and not your mind a sacred spot usually it will be I’ve found in my own workings some unusual outcropping of hard granite type of bedrock cut and ground by the water well away from human habitation. The most inhospitable spots for human habitation the better. There seems to be a connection between granite or other hard stones and boulders in or around creek/river banks and the inter-dimensional travel to and from their regularly frequented Middle World terrains or landscapes they prefer. When the heart leaps out at the place that calls it then take a moment, clear the mind of thought and ask with respect and humility may I have a seat nearby and connect with your form, beauty, uniqueness and power. If you feel uneasy or get some vibe other than sure please have a seat, then move on to another spot. Maybe try again later on another day until you receive permission to do so. Don’t worry, as you’ll find Nature is alive and throbbing with vibrant intelligent conscious energy just like you and me. They’ll virtually come out of the wood works, stones, trees and waters one they become aware of your purest intentions and good will to acknowledge them and to get to know them. Like most anyone we know including ourselves, we love it when we’re acknowledges and given the invitation to tell a little bit about ourselves. To me, there’s little difference between a human shining than a stone or tree shining when asked how are you, tell me about yourself, and told how beautiful you or they are by someone who genuinely cares. *Keyword – here is genuine. Once this sort of connection is made with the Nature of the area and a sacred place has called out to your heart, have a seat and congratulations, you’re half way there. Begin by getting comfortable, lean up against a tree to loosen your muscles especially the neck upper and lower as well as upper and lower back as you slow your breath ever so slower and slower without gasping for an inhalation or after an exhalation. It should be so slow and imperceptible that should an onlooker be watching you they’d think you quit breathing. But not to fear after five to ten minutes you’ll be highly aware of yourself and your surroundings. Keep this up until it feels natural and comfortable but resist the urge to fall asleep. After about ten to fifteen minutes of calming the mind and reducing the thinking mind, open your eyes if they were closed and look in the direction of the special place you’ve found, a rock outcropping, boulder in the water, some unique land formation that called you to the place. Ever so gently let your gaze “soften” and relax until it begins to feel your eyes are going slightly cross-eyed. Remember, soft and easy, no strains on the eyes. Don’t try to force it, the eyes will find this sweet spot on their own. Now continue the breath exercises with this sort of gaze, what I call a trance inducing gaze. This should go down in the dark at the earliest twilight, as most inter-dimensional beings for some reason are always found betwixt or in between things such as light and darkness of twilight or that of dawn at day break. Especially for the Forest Giants I’ve found after twilight through midnight to around 3:30 am to right before sunrise before dawn is best times. Feel free to practice during the afternoon until twilight to get a feel of the area and what you’re about to get into. Usually even in the daylight you may receive signs that you’re on track in a myriad of ways that will leave no doubt that you’ve attracted the attention to some intelligence in the wilds of Nature. In my own case, I stumbled upon them by accident waiting for the Little People to come out and play music and dance something that I was doing regularly most nights when it was clear and warm, ie., nights free of rain and heavy moisture.
Second step is to raise your vibration, that is to increase your body’s vibrational frequency. There are a number of ways of accomplishing this such as for example playing some music that makes you want to move or dance to. Take a Bluetooth wireless speaker with you and some downloaded favorite tunes no matter what they are if they bring you up, bring them out when you try this. If seated by a running stream or any body of water of stream size to a river, just let the sound of the water take any negative, fearful, doubting, worry or stress related thoughts and wash them out. This is what water is known for traditionally in all cultures around the world, it has a known refreshing, replenishing, rejuvenating affect on our minds. Once this mental cleansing has taken place if not already before entering the forest, begin cultivating love, yes, the purest intent, and purest love you can possibly muster up for everything in your new forest environment, the sandy bank, let it know how beautiful and comfortable it is, let the trees, the stones, the water, everything know how grateful you are to be in their presence and thank them from the heart for letting you sit a spell and admire their beauty. You can’t hide ulterior motives or intention from Nature and her kind, so it’s usually a good idea to state your intentions for coming and why. Again key point is honesty with purest intention. You can say something of the sort, I come here to meet (if it’s your first time doing this) the vast intelligence and delicate beauty of Nature in all that surrounds me. To partake in your divine beauty and get to know each and every one of you as you feel comfortable revealing. I also seek the beings of the interdimensional realms such as any beings of the Fae Realms, especially those known as the Forest Giants. This followed by a brief explainantion why, I usually say something like this but use your own wording with what feels aligned to your reasons; I seek their medicine, I seek to learn as much as they’re willing to share. So that I may begin the Great Work of knowing myself which is the first step of my own evolution, so that I may become a being fit to coexist in harmony and peace to precious Mother Earth, harming none, loving all without exceptions. This may sound overboard or hoke to some but anything less than your utmost adoration will produce no “fruit” . Sometimes you may not feel up to par, or not finding yourself exuding with gratitude and having little love for sticks and stones. This is where you must learn how to “hack” your mind. It is hack-able and will produce the results you’re seeking times a thousand if you’ll just give it a serious try. Here are a few pointers on “hacking” the mind to get the results you seek.
One of the ways of Hacking the mind is to know and hold firmly that if you can trick it into believing or thinking that you’re seeing some supernatural phenomenon then it will like say, “Okay, hell you got me, here enjoy your new reality” otherwise the mind acts something like a filter of the brain to sort out anything between the colors red and violet and anything withing the range of human audible sound spectrum of 20-20,000 Hz. Just know that we are bombarded by light waves and sound frequencies far outside the lower and upper limits imposed upon our limited perceptions. So knowing a little about our Pineal Glands is paramount in that we eat natural organic foods, especially fruits and vegetables that look like brains or pine cones such as pineapple, avocados, or have colors of the Pineal glands chakra light waves of indigo, purple or violet colored fruits vegetables. Learning to chant or throat sing will usually make this gland vibrate, get to know your Pineal Gland, it’s your friend and the Gateway Portal to Heaven from entombment in the flesh. It is enemy number one for thousands of years by the ruling elite who have employed silent weapons for quite wars on the human being’s Pineal Gland. This tiny little birch tree like katkin wouldn’t harm a fly… and that’s part of the problem. As a gateway to the spiritual worlds, a passage into realms inhabited by light beings (angels and benevolent beings) it is a powerhouse of human potential and accessing higher realms there is great compassion for all living things. While self empowerment and compassion is counter to the will of these 1% it is an obstacle to these ruling elite who run things down here in the middle world, and to whom think the spiritual realms and the gifts that come with experience are reserved for the rulers of this world only and definitely not the business of their subjects. Remember how they’ve taken us from our Tribes by force and cut our ancestral memories forever? These were once our birth rights, from Animistic Shamanic Tribes of our distant past and severed ancestral lines. For our lot can’t be wasting time in these realms in any numbers as their bottom line begins to weaken and loose it’s profit and kingdom building potential. If left unfettered, the human populations would have dwindled down to dangerously low proportions in their onward upward ascension that natural process all life goes through as it evolves into ever higher being, that which would seriously put a dent in the lifestyles of demigods who float around in their heavenly breakaway civilizations built on the blood, sweat and tears of the hundreds of millions kingdom builders, that is you and me, “us” the other 99%ers who have unknowingly served in their scheme of things in our “normal” realities we’re born into and die out of. I include this sort of information in this post and in an effort to keep it on topic and this sort of divergence brief yet essential to understanding the mystery between your eyes as you read this. Most folks have this gland but due to these efforts to rid the gland in our heads, most pineal glands in the modern world have calcified or turned to stone through the introduction of fluoride, glyphosate, heavy metals and WIFI frequencies in the 2.4 gigahertz range. Four things found heavily saturated in today’s environments of the Americas, especially the USA. Rudolf Steiner predicted over a hundred years ago that large corporations would seek to remove the souls of human beings* see footnote cited source. That time is now. Use it or loose it for very soon we all may never have the faculty of sensing these realms. And it is emphasized here most importantly to remind the reader that without this gland none of this works. Without it forever we will be cut off from inter-dimensional awareness and true knowledge of ourselves. Forever wandering the material realms of the Middle World with no hope of ascension or evolving into higher spiritual beings. For this reason, the Fae reached out to me in almost what I’d describe as a desperate plea to wake up to what’s going on and enlighten as many people as possible with their message. For the end is near for human populations. Even though we’re not too well thought of in the realms of these Fae beings for the harm we’ve caused over the past few thousand years they know we’ve been deceived and indoctrinated from birth by these ruling classes. And as our bodies share the same flesh, blood and bones as most of Earth’s children we’re still a part of the family no matter of how our origins began with stories of genetic modifications, hybridization and breeding programs of a cold calculating race of creator “gods” known as Elohim. While we’ve brought Earth to her knees, make no mistake, human beings will be removed like over night in cosmic time while the Earth has Billions of years to recover to our individual lifespans of 80 years or so. To delve further in ways to decalsify the pineal gland and get it functioning to it’s highest potential I’d suggest to the reader to do their own research and draw their own conclusions on the matter and hopefully find a efficient technique that produces measurable results. Some suggestions from the author of this post before moving on, would be to buy and consume Shilajet capsules, organic diet of juicing detoxes, fasting, sun gazing and daily meditation focusing on the middle eye and or a single candle light to awaken it from it’s tomb of stone.
* “In the future, we will eliminate the soul with medicine.Under the pretext of a ‘healthy point of view’, there will be a vaccine by which the human body will be treated as soon as possible directly at birth, (1) so that the human being cannot develop the thought of the existence of soul and Spirit.. To materialistic doctors, will be entrusted with the task of removing the soul of humanity. Rudolf Steiner (1861-1925).
Now I will share with the reader one of the secrets to seeing any inter-dimensional being or spirits and that is what I call “White Smoke” or officially known as “Ether” or the “Etheric Body” Just this simple word Ether alone screams a post dedicated to what it is, why it’s mostly hidden and kept out of academia, and what plans are for it’s existence in the future of humanity. If you will practice the art of seeing your body’s etheric double or that of someone else you’ll go far in seeing any spirit, Big Foot, Fae, Little People, etc. I will hold dedicated space below on how to learn to see yours and that of anything or anyone. But it’s best and most exciting to see your own first and take this into the forest with you and as the breath and relaxing the eyes gaze techniques are used outlined earlier, to watch for the wafting of these gentle vapors that rise or emanate from the human body begin to come into clear view, know my dear friends you have or on the threshold of the their worlds! I’ll go into greater details on the Ether and how to see it. But before closing this post will leave a parting shot, a helpful tip. When performing some of the suggested techniques covered in this post, keep an eye out for faint vapors rising, wafting up into your field of view.
Be patient and aware of their existence and natural part of your bodies energetic makeup and layers. One more final, final tip is to covet and nurture apophenia and pareidolia two words derived from ancient Greece for the minds eye’s ability to perceive a face in the clouds or in the trees, never discount these but incorporate into your methods of inducing trances. By suspending the minds belief of something as not real, or doubts and just go with it like pretending it is real and suppressing the doubting functions of our minds filtering mechanisms you’d be surprised how many times through suspension of doubt, knowing that what I was seeing was just an interplay of shadow, light, foliage and a breeze soon became a procession of Little People. Was it then I was witnessing an illusion? No, the suspension of normally held beliefs of doubt and rational left brained mind kept at bay long enough to trick the mind into releasing the filter grip it has on our input ports this in turn caused a sharp increase in adrenaline and serotonin which raised the vibration, slip-shot the mind into the space known as the Veil, or Rending the Veil, Parting the Veil. Once this happens and you witness what lies just the other-side, then like an avalanche of truth too massive for the mind to stave off you’ll find yourself plunged into another world with beings that with repeated ventures into this realm, that you’ll come to know as familiar and dare I say dear Friends!
This post is a non-fiction, actual encounter with the Cherokee Little People known as the Yunwi Tsundi that took place in the living room of my home. Unlike most of the encounters I’ve had with them outside in the forest especially near the creek bank, this appearance was a performance of music and dance. While they were so close I could have reached out and touched them, they seemed distant and far away at the same time. I could easily see the entire performance unfold in what seemed a tribe of many men and women dancing in a rapidly rotating circle counter clockwise. In the center of this whirlwind of dancers were four elder men wearing headresses of the following animals: Black Bear, White Tailed Deer, Crow and Wolf (Coyote). They were playing the music everyone was dancing to while rotating in a clockwise circular spin while playing. Each played an instrument that was clearly visible to me as they would pause their rotation a few moments while playing their musical instrument with a passion that was contagious and would later inspire like the Muses of Greek mythology, someone without musical talent like myself to go out and purchase the same kind of instruments they were playing; the drum, flute, shakers and rattles.
Like Potamides, a female water nymph of rivers and creeks also from Greek mythology known to bestow the gift of poetry and music to some mortals mostly men who gained her favor, the spirit of this big creek had touched me in similar ways. I’d began noticing a pattern of intense writing and speaking in poem like rhyming cadences. that happened a lot after spending time in down by the creek bank. Once aware of the phenomenon I actually tested and began writing poetry there and at my home after coming back that seemed effortless and really good quality ability for someone like me who never wrote any sort of poems. After I stumbled upon how Potamides from Greek mythology I recall how excited it made me feel as more and more myths and legends from antiquity around the world were actually real and interacting with me in these modern times. I recall having fun with it, like most magical experiences I’ve had here they were basically just really fun and kept me in a light playful mood. Just like what I’d read from historical books and accounts, I’d come back to my house and every form of communication would be in rhyme like poetry, after a while I learned to use it while it was affecting my communication. Typing emails to business clients, texts or even talking was in rhyme like cadence. Often with business correspondence I’d have to retype and become mindful to not turn my letters into poetry. However with some close friends or neighbors I’d reply or compose uninhibited and noticed it would flow and rhyme effortlessly. It was humorous thinking how my neighbor would react after reading my messages or replies that would always seem to come out as rhyming poetry or riddle-like. It made me laugh at myself of how ridiculous I must sound to them as I imagined their facial expression reading my message.
Knowing the effect the water had on me with poetry, I began bringing instruments down to creek and playing out in, and to Nature. Here outdoors, I found my teacher and an audience to play to. Even I’m sure in those early days of learning to play, my music wasn’t something anything would want to listen to, I found that playing to rocks, trees, mountains and water seemed to enliven these things in ways that would bring me closer into understanding of Animism. Things we don’t ordinarily think of being alive much less having intelligent consciousness similar to my own seemed to appreciate the acknowledgment, to having someone dedicate a song to and playing to them even though off key, out of time, and some mistakes they didn’t care at all.
They (Nature Spirits) reflected back this loving energy of aliveness that is hard to describe, this began a relationship with the land that I can only describe as falling in love with the land and All I shared it with excluding none. Over the course of time I’d learn all that was shared and get to know everything in ever increasing detail from the sand Fairies to the Forest Giants. The small and large from both the seen and hidden realms around these parts of this sacred landscape.
Within a month’s time from the vision of their performance that lit my fire, The Magic of that night began to bleed over into my everyday ordinary life, something that would continue happening here more and more as what seemed a way to confirm the visions, encounters and interactions with so many of these kinds of beings widely described by the Cherokee Indians to James Moody. When I asked for some sign of a visions validity or some far out answer to a query that I doubted, they without fail would setup events to happen the next day in my affairs that once began to happen almost like in slow motion these astrologically high odds against these seeming interrelated corresponding events by coincidence. Statistically speaking it was more likely I was really conducting intelligent interaction with these inter dimensional people, the odds being equal to winning the lottery approximately equal to the odds that I was just delusional having hallucinations. Without these “signs” I’d typically receive for validity checks, not sure how far I would have delved into this new life I was living as a “Seer”. I have many other examples of this phenomenon of having confirmation signs that left no doubt I was actually dealing with something out of this world.
No sooner had I got up and running with playing the instruments I’d seen played by the four musicians, the pelts or animal hides, the same kinds worn began dropping into my reality as if by magic. First I received the skins of two Black Bear, and a few days later two whitetail bucks with antlers, both from local hunters. A couple weeks later would bring a crow, whose final resting place was behind my home in the middle of the dirt road that goes down to the creek. Just laying their having dropped from the sky or trees above with no signs of injury, wounds, sickness or disease. While I often wondered what to make of these sacred animals coming to me in death corresponding to the experience I’d had just a few weeks earlier, the sense of magic was dissipating a bit as I realized there was one missing the Wolf or Coyote pelt worn by the rattle player didn’t show up along with the others. This left doubts that this was all just a coincidence and if they were in fact some gifts related to that encounter why would it stop here leaving this one animal out. (The fourth pelt, from a healthy female Coyote I found late at night within 1 year to the date +/1 about a week) She was still warm but cooling down laying there on the frozen road at the top of the last mountain I had to cross heading home one night. Felt I’d give her a a decent burial and keep the pelt for use for player of rattles. This cemented my mind to the building blocks of this new reality.
After accepting the bear hides, picking them up were so heavy and thick. I’d never skinned a black bear before and worried this may be out of scope. Despite having some doubts I was faced with the reality of having to flesh out the hides, the dirty work I didn’t look forward to. I could not let their remains be thrown away or left to rot. Getting back down to Earth and the reality of what kind of job I’d just signed up for, leaving me no option but to accept their remains give them a proper burial after keeping what I considered “gifts” or their pelts,wings, antlers and skins. Somehow it would be my responsibility to not only flesh out their hides and soft tan them but incorporate them in my own being while playing, composing and recording Native American style music similar to the song they’d played for me that night at my house. It was my duty to transmute their death into life by performing in and playing music in their honor, to somehow bring awareness to people the mystery and sacredness of All life, and to bring the mystery and majesty of each of these amazing animals like in the days of old when the Cherokee captivated audiences dancing and playing music to Nature, neighboring Clans and fellow tribesmen and women. I sang traditional Cherokee prayers and songs to their lifeless hides heavy soaked in coagulated blood and this blubber. The senseless killing of the majestic rulers of the mountains just for a few pounds of meat, would propel my emotions somewhere between rage and intense sorrow. I grew up hunting myself and could not condemn these guys for killing these bears, like in my case the heart once opened and becoming empathic, simply seeing things clearly as they really are will inspire a diehard hunter to hang up his guns for life. This is how I thought, I could help change to occur to assist in opening hearts and minds from playing some of the Bear songs and prayers sung by Cherokee and other tribes. Two prayer songs are shown in photos below. I read them aloud in company of locals who had kin who hunted bear and could feel the energy of tears in some of the women who’d came over to visit that evening. I thought wow, how powerful when upon finishing could also see their eyes reddened and glazed from welted tears. The story doesn’t end here about the bears, our connection runs deep and equally fascinating tale (but true) accompany this sharing about the musical abilities clothed in the skins of my forest brothers and sisters. I will write about this later in next post.
Pretty much all of my life I’ve been a music fan and enjoyed listening to the performances of various artists from a wide range of genres. At my age, about to begin the Sun Set in one’s life, the back stretch in my mid-fifties, never would thought that I would be a…the “musician” playing music that I would listen to or felt comfortable performing for others. The “Others”, oh yeah forgot to mention, my biggest fans! Nature Spirits, Elemental, Gnomes, Sylphs, Undines, Salamanders the Sun, the Water, Wind, Trees, plants, even bugs and of course all the beautiful rocks and sand.
The following in more or less tongue in cheek account of myself playing to these inter-dimensional beings in appreciation for bringing about this incredible inspiration that lit me on fire to begin learning to play these instruments wearing some of the pelts or headdresses I’d made since then.
I’d sometimes fantasize about doing a live performance to all that I’ve met over the past few months in a concert displaying my appreciation by playing what I’d been taught wearing the pelts I’d received. It was entertaining to myself and made me laugh at myself at such ridiculous ideas. I’d rehearse in my mind for a day that never came, at least not yet to the scale in my imagination that goes a little bit like this; Some come to hear me play out of tune and out of timing just for a few laughs I’m sure, watching me under a cathedral of stars perched upon an ancient boulder carved and smoothed by Water over great periods of time now situated beside the whitewater rapids like a stage platform, a natural outdoor arena a “Gorge”ous” gathering site with Grandstand seating reaching the upper most tops of the steep rocky cliff walls that were packed with unbelievable numbers of the dwellers of the back side of the veil Those brave Souls who intermingle here in the middle world via Water and Stone Portals. Seating getting scarce as they arrive in surprisingly large groups for tonight’s featured performance yours truly-Shaman trance beat band performance by their select local human “friend” and neighbor, sometimes comedian and brunt of mischievous pranks and trickster sort of not so funny (at least not for me) practical jokes they seem to love watching. But tonight is my big chance, I’m gonna show them I’m not their punching bag, that I am a talented artist much better left alone to produce pleasing notes to higher standards of Fae beings music appreciation reserved for most sophisticated Fae ears.
Hope I will have repackaged myself as a popular nature rock star I thought to myself and get out of the role of the only one around getting tricks played on me. But I knew in most cases why I was looking for a set of car keys I’d just laid down only to turn my head and find them missing. The nature of these sort of beings is erally something else. They are on one hand highly civilied and cultured even more so than most folks I know, however have an almost primal reaction for forgeting some etiquette, or offending one even ever so slightly. One minute very kind, smiling everything is cook then like turn on a dime, flip their lid, sort of like a wild animal startled or penned they’d react to things they don’t like that croosed them. One in particular that I’m guilty myself of and accumulating too many infractions is a no-no that is discursiveness, mindlessness, not being grounded, focused in the present moment which they feel gives them leadway to “teach” me to take my mind off subject, to slow down, breath slower and most of all not blow my lid at loosing my keys after fifteen minutes of looking.
Instead, tonight I will present to them all, a new improved version of myself (or at least a work in progress) a one of a kind, one-man show inspired by the all time favorite band, everybody’s favorite…”The Yunwi Tsundi four member Shaman jam band”… Actually I have to thank them for giving me a break, a chance to cut my teeth musically among so many discerning Fae beings. I can hear them now, “who!?!…the pale faced wannabe Cherokee is gonna make his debut after having only one years experience? what!?… playing shamanic native American groove music him, yeah right bring some popcorn and some small rocks old stale fruit to throw at him, this ought to be good at least for a few laughs”.
A true prodigy musical rags to riches story. Before being gifted with the talent and inspiration to collaborate with the mythical and legendary Cherokee Little People Four Man Shaman Band the only musical instruments this can’t-keep-a-beat Moon eyed white devil could play was a pair of sticks to a ta ta tee tee ta in first grade school music class. Now a part-time addition and no doubt comic accent to an otherwise seething, serious beat that makes one bob a head and tap a foot. A repetitive, hypnotic pleasant beat that’ll put ya in a trance and have you trippin in the azure bluish light of the Underworld before you know what hit ya! You’ll slipshot into the other side of the Veil so fast you’ll be wondering what happened. The Gaijin Hakujin will attempt to play all instruments himself…he is the backup drummer, flutist, shakers and rattles man for all time favorite s Nature Jam band the Yunwi Tsundi, the Cherokee Little People Music Fae Fest.
Yes I was living the good life, a comedian and a stone rock star a rising celebrity among The hidden folk, Seating themselves from the waters side all the way up along the old Appalachian canyon walls of disintegrating stone, the majority of arriving music fans of the other side of the Veil, a Spirit procession that uses the properties of water as a portal or shortcut inland like a cross between a Japanese bullet train and a teleportation machine. All awhile I’m trying like a multi armed Hindu Deity attempting to play in the darkness before nocturnal creatures our two, four, six, eight, legged friends and neighbors, during the wee hours when the Spirits fly in their Etheric Clouds, like families headed for a picnic in the park or dinner at the famous all you can eat buffet after Sunday church service begins filling up the place as they pour in to get best picnic spots and seating.
Despite our diverse Cosmic essences bodies of high vibrational blinding light down to some of the lowest denser critters like yours truly, yep an Ambassador of the Human three dimensional realm beings, gaseous walled membrane flesh and blood bodied beings, I proudly represent all from the third dimensional realms. All of us, both the seen and unseen, is in some way, degree or another all intertwined, interconnected parts of something, a whole. The whole of this vast living planet ecosphere we call home. Mother of all~!… Gaia. The more I connect in clean and clear open hearted Love for her and my fellow Earthlings, brothers and sisters, flora and fauna… I’m at last beginning to feel my connection with Mom, healing old traumas and wounds of childhood and now have become clearly aware of the Mother of structure, form, crystallization, of all living, all dead things and Spirit Father limitlessness love with the seething energies of Fire Life force Plasma concealed in cool white vapors of Ether. We all meet in the bossom of Gaia, Mother Earth, Our common thread we all share, that which reared us up, nurtured, fed and in our case as humans (clothed us).
I hug the trees as a make my way to the creek to a carved stone stage, and the dryads jump out of their trees to facetiously scream like fans do for my autograph and for a groupie-like rendezvous with me after concert performance ends and do what tree nymph groupies do or in this case tree nymphs aka Dryads are the master crafts-women, highly skilled among other things in making all varieties of wood, soft and hard wood. As I tune the flute and tighten the drum head cords I hear shouting voices requesting my first song , the latest hit called the “circumambulation of thunder circle” a tune which basically describes the first night They, the Cherokee Little people came to my place and did their Forest Spirits-hidden Peoples #1 hit titled “Spirit Chaser” . Like a nature themed MTV music video. Two circles of dancers and players spinning in opposite directions, an inner circle spinning clockwise; the players four ancient medicine men. And an outer circle of dancers spinning and dancing wider shins, or counterclockwise comprised of two dozen or so villagers set the stage that could have been broadcast on an eighties era prime time MTV debut for some British band and no one would have noticed the difference.
In my living room the night they appeared and made their debut first time show in hundreds of years to one of the children of men!…No, not of their own kind but among the most disliked two legged to ever roam the surface of Earth, the Moon Eyed White devil. Did I hear just hear one call me a white devil!? I thought. “How will this hairless, hybrid, the redheaded stepchild of Mother Earth, her “other” two leggeds, pull off playing with one band member, a solo performer?” “He’ll never come close” Only our kind plays quality seasoned celestial sounds of we know and appreciate”, I thought I heard some of them saying among themselves.
That amazing evening they played for me in my home set the standard for the type of music genre they prefer and more so why. The inner circle players total of four elders medicine men. Outward facing back to back, each adorned from head to toe, their animal spirit totem expressed in their dance and music style. One by one would stop their circumambulation de sol, playing their best without missing a beat, with all their soul, would dance and play just for me the most groovy-eargasm tune and beat I think I’ve ever heard. A one-time show as far as I know so absorbed it all in my seating, sofa chair in VIP first row in the living room of all places. Their driving clockwise rotation was bringing down deities from the higher god realms of the upper world.
This however was not my first rodeo with these most esteemed musicians; friends and neighbors. Before this grand unforgettable night of Fae Native American Style Music, we had met dozens of times in the densely canopied Summer foliage cover, in near complete darkness of the Pisgah National forest, my back yard, creek side…dancing to JBL Bluetooth speaker blaring really good Professor Trance albums. I wish there had been some way of recording at least one of those powwows. I went from not being able to carry a tune but loved music to carrying instruments that I would play together into the forest at night or around twilight. Of course, ideally it would have been nice or better to take someone with me but there was never any soul, company or guests willing to experience this new way to party with my new friends. And honestly for the life of me, to this day still can’t wrap my mind around and understand who wouldn’t want to be out here with us hanging out with music, dance and smoking tobacco. Maybe it’s because I’m the sort of person who jumps in before thinking, a foolhardy person he said, according to the good Rabbi with a look of contempt mentioning the word Aries, that I’d found on Youtube. Maybe it’s true but I’d become aware of this and tried toning it down a notch or two and to think before impulsively doing something. I would jump at the opportunity to go meet these most interesting and amazing beings I’d think to myself. If someone invited me, I’d be first in line to try it had I been given a chance or an invitation such as I’ve extended to many folks. Where are people like this, am I the only one, maybe a bit crazy even!? Over the years, I’ve had dozens of people here interested in connecting and working with these inter dimensional beings however most would prefer not to go out and connect with them together with me…even more so no way by themselves. I never understood that, maybe never will. So I do what I do typically alone by myself, however being alone by ones self in these old forests late at night when nocturnal predators prowl and lost souls, the dead make their way through these parts may make some folks think twice. After all what if these “so-called friends and good neighbors are just imaginary friends then I would truly be alone yes, but never lonely. As it turns out fortunately it’s like having flesh and blood friends and allies waiting for me or knowing that when I call, or summon them in my usual loud honorific Japanese (because it sounds Native American) “Ooh Shizen no ki Wa, Anatasama shitsurei shimasu desuga, Moshi tobacco Wo Suushitain to ongaku de Odorooka!?!, Watakushi ha, Anatasama no tomodachi, Esteban to Moshimasu ga, Dozo yoroshiku Onegaishimasu, Asoubo!!”at some of these gatherings is beyond words and rivals orgasmic pleasures of the flesh.
It’s an unreal ecstasy tinged feeling of joy mixed with some tensity of the infant stage of panic or fear, sort of like the feeling one gets boarding a roller coaster, but in this case most always fear is replaced by love, panic by true peace, trusting love and joy seldom felt all at once, and seldom among my fellow human folds. It’s really weird but I have rolled like this since early childhood, an Original Social Distancer from way back, like an OG, Or in this Case OSD. It was a slant towards a solo lifestyle in nature early on in life and her juicy creations instead of the drab house of cards built by man in a reality to me a kin to a something as temporal as a dream. As a boy I very much recall the passage of time, and how it took my favorite pets over the years friends coming and going and most of all the loss of beloved grand parents. So it isn’t a surprise I ended up out here in the boonies, but here, in this case I don’t think that I never saw this coming, that I’d be in a relationship sort of like a Taibhsear (one who sees spirits of nature, the dead and the Fae) in such a tight close bond with these incredible beings. I’m still running around in the woods alone at my age like I’d do anytime let loose as a small boy old enough to walk. Somethings don’t change. That kid was still inside me, just as curious and playful as ever. New types of friendships made with the transition of the Aeon of Pisces that gives room to nurture and grow relations between people and the many assorted otherworldly people now happening in the birth of the new Aeon of Aquarius. Surely I’m not the only one out here having these sort of mind-blowing interactions with these Myths! Where are the “others” where is my tribe of fellow Faery Seers?
This is the truth, I was “normal” when I came here! This is the part of my story that’s so hard to describe to anyone. Kind of like trying to describe an orgasm to someone who’s never experienced it before, nearly impossible to explain this, what I do here to others. Yeah so for now it’s pretty much impossible. So it leaves me mostly on a solo-venture, by myself in doing this sort of workings with the Spirit (energetic vibrational frequency Etheric beings) World for the most part. Admittedly I’ll have to say, that sometimes it gets to me at times, like I feel very alone with my otherworldly neighbors and friends that I often find myself asking this question am I a ghost myself living in one of my light bodies unaware of my physical death in the middle world!? So far no, I’m still here in the flesh at time of this blog post. In those moments of uncertainty of my status, I have to breath hot air on my wrist and a little pinch to remind myself nope, I’m still alive among the human-animal realms in Middle World. Anyways I’m glad to be here and can’t imagine myself being anywhere but here in Western North Carolina deep in the Appalachian mountains that I call home.
Okay can someone steer the author back to the subject, the crux of the story that I’m sure many a reader with little time can withstand the divergent tangents, for this I offer my apologies and a carrot that these digressions strung together will make sense in totality of a story fit for entertaining a King well maybe if my writing skills are up to par! After or what appeared to be more of a vision of a dance and music sung/ chanted and played by these most extraordinary inter-dimensional people up until the evening of this very inspirational gathering that would forever mark a change in the path of my life from someone who has never played any musical instruments. To becoming one, a musical artist blessed by Potomides herself the spirit of water the bestower of the gift of poem, song and wordsmith upon those who frequent her banks spending time there letting her waters caress the mind, cleansing wash as doubt worry and fears flushed out float downstream leaveing peace and calm. She maybe sees in this one someone who respects her, and her curvy body of flowing water as an equal. Someone like many guests I’ve had here, enjoy scouting her banks and depths for any litter or scraps of garbage, in an ongoing effort to keep our Rivers, creeks and streams clean and safe for life to one day occupy. Maybe she thinks I’d become the guy would come along a write songs about how about lets all stop polluting the water we drink, you know it’s how they work, very give and take. I would not dare consider myself as one ordained and deemed worthy to receive such gifts however I can attest and confirm for the record hanging around water will make a man become a poet even if he doesn’t know it. More accurately saying what a person like me would be called besides a musician, a talented musician is humbly referred to as maybe a musician in training because I have a hard time accepting the fact that I’m actually becoming or have become dare I say, pretty good enough to enjoy at least my own music and proud enough of myself to even write such on the matter.
How it began. It started one evening shortly after dark inside my home. This is nothing new for since I had been working with them down below my home along the banks of a big Creek any night that the weather was favorable you’d find me outside in the woods sometimes till break of dawn. I was out there mostly interacting in mind-speak (mental telepathy) with the mandatory celebratory circular style dancing. I also use the dancing to shake off the cold damp shivers being in a receptive mode of hypnogognic trance induces after twenty minutes or so of non-doing non thinking state of reception and high awareness. They seemed to know when I needed to get up and get blood pumping throughout my body, activity, fire, seemingly amused how sometimes I’d dance so hard I’d bout break a sweat..other times I very much enjoy dancing and especially learning from them as they were at some point each night teaching me different types of dances and what why they’re used for. Because I’m a one at a timer Claire, I can see but not hear, Hear but not see, and so on, they would use gestures like forming an “X” with their forearms to mean stop, or not correct, or some hand gestures and signalling as well. So the night that they appeared in my home they seem smaller and more distant more so than they typically appear in an average two and a half to three foot tall usual selves, short but proportional very Native American inter-dimensional beings. Mostly I found them to be very attractive and very Native American, however I’ve got glimpses of their faces up close when smoking tobacco and some of their faces almost take my breath away for a moment as what I can only best describe as obviously off, very elfish. It’s those moments I remind myself this is the real deal, take a slow deep breath, smile and treat them as equals to those whose features seem more normal to me. When I’m out in the woods just the Little People usually getting together with some offering of tobacco and honey cakes, some dancing and hey it couldn’t get any better than this I’ve caught myself thinking at times.
In regards to dancing that seems to be something they like most Fae, they enjoy, no they LOVE it but not only that, it’s a technique used by their kind to travel up or down the Axis Mundi between worlds, let’s say it’s their Fae-powered teleportation apparatus. Instead of wires and gadgets, they merely dance, laugh and enjoy each other circling dancing their way between vibrational frequencies of being, kind of like FM radio stations one would dial in on or tune in to a favorite station. Here in the Middle World we’d be in the middle of the dials spectrum or range of limits for some three dimensional action with all life on Earth or they can easily raise vibes more to catapult their dancing group into the vast heavens of the upper World, the God Realms. I learned this from them and use dance and musical rapture to slingshot my body’s vibrational energy from the usual thick, heavy dross of Middle World life into something way more exciting in the Lower World, Upper World or the fringe boundaries between our middle world with the intersecting upper and lower regions of this spherical matrix. I must for myself in order to raise my bodies vibrational frequency get happy feet and muster up as much love from my heart that loves with a clean and clear open adoration of All and purity like the golden heart of a child. Its not that easy and I have to muster up quite a bit of effort to make it happen. I learned earlier that same year that I must maintain a higher vibration than I normally exist in unfortunately such as one would in base consciousness, example would be the dross of the seemingly “normal” dull day which is in fact, anything….I repeat anything but normal this so-called experience of life and universe.. so I try not falling back into dark gloomy outlook.
Listening to good music and dancing was just but one of many of the techniques I’d devised for myself after learning it from them. The ole faithful way of getting”there” when other techniques failed to launch my vibrational frequency into the higher stratospheres of gods and angels. It’s for sure an energy, the kind required to commune and interact with these magical people. And as with all simple keep it simple stupid (KISS) ways of hacking life, most are abandoned because they’re unbelievable. Intelligent people scoff at the idea that merely breathing slower for five minutes can obliterate a migraine, calm nerves, lower blood pressure and so on, and only to find them paying money hand over fist at doctors for petroleum pills by the purveyors of stolen plant wisdom replaced, imitated synthesized snake oil big pharma that has a magic bullet for whatever your complaint, you name it that basically does nothing but teases the symptoms of pain, suffering and discomfort out like an ever thinning but never breaking teasing out a metal wire. A tether back to try more or other pills, invasive operations or surgeries that are for profit, unnecessary and not fit for a farm animal to have to undergo such measures as people in this example will to to such extremes when a free, holistic, natural usually plant based cures and medicines that are here for our use. This is the specialty of the “Little People”, one of their main areas that the shaman/medicine man would seek them out for were which plants to use for this disease or symptom of discomfort suffered by their fellow tribesmen. However in modern times, brainyacks of all strata of intelligent retardation would never think of giving something so simple a shot at fixing their aliment much less giving an open mind which more so than not is a common denomentaor factor as to why people don’t seek folk cures in self healing. the patient will use it, at best just treats the adverse symptom for a spell only to have it return spend more money for profit pain and suffering. Even scientist in a lab would scoff at the idea that dancing in circles is a better vehicle for inter-dimensional travels than building some multi-million dollar teleportation machine. A good example is if you think about it, big tech, corporations for the past century and longer have been blasting our pineal glands with many types of quiet weapons for such silent wars that seem to target the minds of men and women, removing forever any chance of using the god-given communications device we’re born with, that when healthy and tuned properly communicates faster than the speed of light, spans light years in seconds, doesn’t need wires or antenna towers, or payment plans. They’ve taken this ability from us and sold it back to us for example as the new improved iPhone666, etc. An inorganic copy of the real deal. Junk trinkets traded for gold.
I think a lot of the interrelations I’ve had over the years with the Fae is their contempt at being robbed, lied to and cheated by these types of people. Now perhaps regular people, men and women from all walks kept in perpetual mental retardation without opportunity for growth and ascension like normal life has. Not sure about you, but I didn’t come here to serve at a constant kindergarten level adult existence, and further more certainly didn’t come here to become a slave consumer cog in the gears that float the airships of the demigods, the 1% that float around up there upon the backs of the rest of us 99%ers who live lives of poverty, strife, restriction, old-age, sickness and death. We aren’t guinea pigs to test weapons or soft-kill de-pop foods and consumables on, or are we as I seem to be the only one complaining about it. Okay this could be considered an authentic digressing diatribe that is not so related to subject of music. There is more to reveal here on these sort of topics but will keep tighter guidelines on topic of the post.
One more time, on a Friday evening in my living room I had just sat down and upon noticing the typical signs of their presence such intense sparks or light pinpoint flashes out of my peripheral vision just as my etheric smoke wafting up from my body while it vibrates rapidly and more thickly denser and intense as if my body may burst into flames at any second like spontaneous human combustion! They too have a etheric body in which they appear to travel to and from their underworld abodes. As they arrive within proximity of myself I notice that my own body’s Ether either is pulsating, thick dense white plumes bellowing upwards while pulsating to some unknown tune or frequency basically matching theirs doing the same the point where mutually our etheric smoke merges, intermingles, and this is nothing short of pure ecstatic joy! It is very hard to describe with just words in fact likely it’s impossible. For anyone who’s familiar with this sort of thing maybe it would be easier to swallow soon as all the smoke clears then they’d be seen in full view, there standing in place of the white clouds or smoke -like vapors they rode into town on now take on form. Appearing like a colored hologram version of their selves very real for the most part. A body doesn’t matter, it’s the soul or spiritual essence that guides the container or body it is riding in on or attached to. As such I could carry on an intelligent conversation with a fleck of pulsating energy the size of an ant and have a more real sensation of actually talking to someone or something more real than most people these days. Then again my pool of people is thin and few living out here like some social distancing hermit extraordinaire but what few I have in my inner circle are as real as it gets and like gold, are valuable and forever rare.
Getting back to this story, on that Friday night I was on the sofa in my living room meditating in a trance and then it happened something catching my eye brought my attention over slightly to the right of where I was sitting and what I saw would inspire me the very next day to go out and buy a drum, a flute, shakers and rattles. I may have had only two arms and not much time however I was able to teach myself each instrument and how to play them individually and together to make music similar to the sounds I’d heard that night. I can almost play all simultaneously but the flute just makes it near impossible. It didn’t take long to figure that out, how-to make music myself. I got rid of the velcro straps, strings, springs, and foot pedals to investing in a loop recorder. Now I was beginning to make real music that surprised my own ears at times. The night of the great Cherokee Little People live concert was just about as unbelievably super juicy of an paranormal experience at that time that I feel I’d ever had. I have noticed and become very amused at what seems to be the way that this experiential knowledge of working with these hidden people of the forest comes and seems to outdo the one experience prior. Almost as if there’s some sort of competition going on to try and outdo in magnitude the crazy unbelievable surealness of each subsequent experience. In other words just when I say to myself in the moment that these sort of experiences is unfolding “boy, this one really takes the cake”, sure as a sunrise the next one typically will outdo in shock and awe factor, off the charts amazing encounter than the one previous or before it. So often I ponder how can they do this, there’s no way possible to get anymore amazingly extraordinary but they will find a way to out do previous ones.
This experience was no different, the night that I became so in-spirited that I set out to lean how to play native american instruments, song and chants ever since. There in the middle of my living room floor atop a rounded persian rug were what appeared to be a whirl wind cyclone spinning in place and two very tall Nunnehei seated on either side of me as if to shatter the unfolding vision by way of self doubt I asked them, ” What’s up with just the upper half of your body, couldn’t fit it inside my modest home? It didn’t make sense and when an anomaly occurs like this it can send a vision into obliteration so I was compelled to ask them. The one to my right spoke and said he is in fact complete, not missing any body parts assured me he was sitting cross-legged on the dirt of the basement below the living room floor. A quick calculation guesstimate confirmed this distance and his height would in fact his upper torso would likely appear this way to me his beautiful face and jet black hair nearly touching the ceiling while his lower torso and legs permeate the floor as if there was no floor or home atop the Sidhe while seated cross-legged. He told me he was quite comfortable as if he mistook my asking as my concern for his seating arrangement and comfort. More than likely being facetiously fun lighthearted pleasant yet in stone faced seriousness only the Red Man could pull off.
I think to myself, what in the world?” Then I see with clarity as third eye rods and cones began moving to the vibrational frequencies of ultraviolet light spectrums powerful enough to pass through my thick skulll and still be energetically strong enough to get them bouncing. Then an overlay, an image of the extraordinary transposed over the two usual suspects projected field of vision, that is, the usual two eyes that state back at me in a mirror…and wallah beautiful clairvoyance! Lovely clairvoyance kicks in and I see now the outward parameter of this counter clockwise tasmanian devil-like spinning motion traditionaly known as a banishing motion to evict and repel evil spirits or lower vibratory beings. The accompanying tribe was full blaze spin widdershins keepin the bad out long enough so as to allow the four players spinning clock wise to draw in benevolent beings, gods, and angels, helper ancestors, etc. before me yet distant while the other central core like spoke of a wheel kept rolling in a clockwise spin while dancing and playing. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen in my life even casting a shadow over memories of blue oyster cult concerts I’d attended growing up which compared to this gig, wouldn’t hold a light to in comparison. The music was the grooviest beat and rhythm I’d heard in my life. I felt I was living in pre-settlement America just them and myself enjoying some time together and feeling like one of their own as they’d pause and somehow get up close in my face with their intensity as each played those instruments like a Maestro. I really appreciate their presence and the time they give to do stuff like this together, who needs people when you got these “Good Neighbors!” I’m being factitious, I love people equally as much as anything else on this planet. This central core was composed of four players, musicians who after playing intensely to make a point they’re playing but serious about the music and dance. Together is was a tightly choreographed well oiled one unit of sound and movement totally otherworldly yet very Natively Earthy at the same time.
Each doned an animal pelt of equally small proportions. Worn over their head as a headress showing their Animal Spirit or Totem. The Drummer spotted a black bear headress with eagle and turkey feathers. The Flute player sported outstretched Raven or crow wings with central quartz crystal held at middle eye with crow’s feet. The shakers player who kept a driving beat or pace to the hypnotizing composition wore a whitetail bucks pelt over his face with about 8 point antlers along with what seemed to be turkey feathers and finally the fourth player of the scratchy hard driving rattles left little doubt as the only one who even so much as gave a hint of a smile but moreso the sky grin of a trickster adorned with a coyote pelt with horned antlers and eagle feathers with tassels. Silver coned tin bells of various lengths and sizes made a very Faery like cadence steady, heavy stomps highlighted with glittery bell sounds as they danced around in the central circle playing America’s original rock-‘n’-roll! If I were to stop here most viewed or readers would be perfectly content and would agree that it’s a once in a lifetime chance to be a part of this sacred union. However I will finish this story the way it officially ended or was concluded at least in my mind and tie in the additional information on the bears for another related blog post.
The next day I awoke and began shopping around for Native American instruments more specifically like the ones I’d seen that night. In short time I had each one at my hands the drums, Flute and rattles and shakers. Now, there’s nothing special about this. Still this can be concluded as a guy with a wild imagination concocting a story from hallucinations inside my head. However with one Moon or month of this encounter, having purchased instruments and making some degree of racket, much to the dismay of inhabitants of the woods around my place there came like oftentimes something of great importance is like this is backed up or supported by the usually dull (comparatively speaking) happenings of ordinary daily life. In this case a distant neighbors brings two black bear skins freshly killed and cleaned. I asked him what they usually do with the hides and all, throw em away he replied, we don’t keep them.
It broke my heart to see these two mountain giants killed for a few pounds of meat, it seemed so senseless and for the first time an animal loosing it’s life in such a way for meat was murder or equal to the loss of a human life, such a waste of such a majestic being of solid thick 600 lbs of bone and muscle with kevlar skin covering a layer of three to four inch thick whale blubber for warmth. Oh and does the thread wind it’s way through the tale, a true account by the way in my daily life from this multilayered gift of magical injection into my day to day “normal” life that just keeps on unfolding and giving it’s mystery of mysteries magick. I will come back to my bear brother and sister bears later before closing this post. So I took the skins and thoughts of the huge job that lay before me of fleshing them out in preparation of two soft-tanned bear cloaks nearly seized me from action at the scope and enormity of the work I was about to undertake. Hey this is what one of the players wore, what a coincidence I recall thinking. Then two days later same hunter and his wife stop by and ask me do I want these two feet hides and antlers, they were like the bears fresh kills and skinned for meat. They’d thrown the beautiful antlers and hides away for scavengers and worms to consume. And I thought, wow what a coincidence, just like the buck antlered headress worn by rattles player. Okay congratulations, you’re starting to get an idea or see how the esoteric affairs bleeds into the exoteric affairs of daily life are you not? I recall thinking this is a bizarre coincidence,and now the whitetail bucks!? Well it didn’t end there.
A week or so later all still within one Moon, a black object lying in the middle of the dirt road that leads to the creek behind my place had ensnared my curiosity. Instantly I recognized that “blackness” and was sure it was a crow, but what in the world is a crow just sitting there, is it sick or dead. As I approached it became obvious, it was dead and apparently fell from a tree above or the sky to this spot where it’s body rests at my feet. Now this is an omen and beyond coincidence. As such I went to collect things for a burial and ceremony. I asked the forest Spirits was it okay to to take it’s wings and feet for use in a sacred headdress like I’d seen. My clear quartz crystal plummet told me what I already knew, that yes this dear Crow this lovely being of the Airs gave me it’s body as a gift. I carefully washed it and prepared a wrapping of roses from my garden before removing it’s wings, something I was a bit squeamish about doing. After a very thorough amateur autopsy and thorough inspection I could find no wounds, injury, apparent disease nor old age. It was odd but in light of the interconnected ongoing string of coincidences it was no surprise to me. I really love all animals that live around here but got a soft spot in my heart for the crow’s and always feed them scrapes or good leftover whenever I have them. Now I had the materials to make the flute players headdress which leaves one more. By this time I didn’t want anymore as the dead bodies were beginning to pile up. I had taken on tremendous responsibility by accepting these remains as to let the rot, spoil or slip into disentigration would not be wise so scrambling I went to Lowe’s and bought a small chest freezer. I waited till the month turned into the next for the fourth animal to fall from heaven into my lap the way the others did. Month after month came and went and it didn’t happen and as with most things, even the magically incredible gets allocated to collecting dust atop the bins and shelving like everyday things and I’d not given any further thought to a fourth surprise dead animal offering to complete , I didn’t know it at the time, but my future new bands concert attire. Transmuting the senseless murder of these precious beings and the theft of ripping their meat from their poor bones for meat when farm raised (which is simply replacing the suffering, transferring it to some other poor creature whose flesh is stolen daily in amounts totally billions of harmed souls. I don’t recall ever hearing no one ask them is it okay to take a bit or all of their flesh, much lesser even so much as a thank you. I occasionally still eat meat when the opportunity presents itself however my heart is softening faster than my stomach’s hunger pangs waves roll into the shores of emptiness.
Fast forward for brevatity one year later to within a week of the “dead animal Moon” from the previous year finds me driving home late, early a.am across a iced over road what do I see as a round the curve, a beautiful but dead female freshly killed Coyote. I slowed down and pulled off the shoulder where it was safe and walked over to her. I felt sorry for her and her pack most likey missing her, a beautiful healthy not yet momma but large juvenile adult. As I always do I had a word, said my piece and asked permission to take her pelt and give her a decent burial, promising like the others to use their hides to transmute their senseless deaths into something positive and affect change in a way conducive to their future generations and to Nature as a whole, something that at that point I was becoming painfully aware needed some tender loving care and swift attention. The planet, the great Mother was dying, at the hands of her ahrrent, reviled by most inhabitants, living beings of water air, and land both four legged and the other two leggeds traditionanaly have not been too well thought of Gaia’s unusual “redheaded-stepchildren”, the sons and daughters of men, wearing the skins of all their other brothers and sisters. Dancing in darkness, unaware clothed in the skins of so many fellow Earthlings our beloved Fauna, animals, dancing the cosmic dance of creation and destruction, humankind steps into the scene, the rest is history. I wear their skin in somber remembrance and sincere reverence for these precious beings, their lives taken sooner than scheduled in such brutal profane ways imaginable. Yet with alchemy this madness can be transmuted… turning lead into gold.
If you made it this far, congratulations you made it through my many ramblings and digressions. Like admitting to being a musician the obvious I’m not a real writer should be self evident, but hey I’m trying. As for my first live show in Nature, it actually was well received. I got a standing ovation as a sudden gust of wind shot upward sweeping up leaves and limbs in the updraft commotion! My tipi located nearby lifted momentarily from it’s footing, like a rocket preparing to blast off it moved but didn’t ascend to celestial heavens over head. If I can figure out how to upload video clips I’ll include some music videos for this site relevant to it’s theme and content.
This whole post here took me all day mostly back to back hours nearly ten hours of typing and some minor editing formatting. Thanks WordPress for making the website stuff virtually transparent so edits were effortless.