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Luminous Steps
by Ananaia O’Leary
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Why
do you seek this?” I ask her, as she sits across from me expressing the desire to
develop her “psychic” abilities.
It has been such a focus of discussion and
attention that the question catches her unawares, and she laughs aloud in that wondrously
naked laugh of hers. The one that reveals her willingness to expose the regions she has
not yet explored. “That’s a great question!”
We go deeper … she breaths the question
into my cuya, one of my stone helpers. It rests on the cloth of my mesa, my medicine bag,
holding undiscovered wisdom. The rattling begins. We are calling forth the spirits of
Nature and Ancestors … calling out her spirit, that which is luminous within her.
Spirit answers, flowing into the sacred space between and around us. She responses. She is
ready; open to shift and receive. The rattling continues and the stone begins to speak
… sharing flashes of history … pain and impeccability, a soul contract to
utilize her deep spirit power only in right-alignment … peeling away the appeal of
identities to unveil the purpose beneath …
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“I’m seeking expansion,” she breathes again into the cuya, moving its
placement within the ring of stones on my mesa cloth. Now the stone draws us into the
realm of visions, riding the sound of the rattle. Here is Eagle medicine … a medicine
man embodying Eagle. He is chanting. The
words form on my lips and die away, faltering on my inability to shape the unfamiliar
sounds rising in my mind. He is showing us impeccability, absolute knowledge of
Spirit-force moving through the world, through him. He is calling the spirits. They will
answer him. He knows this. He has no doubt. Every cell in alignment.
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Now he is dancing, leading a ceremony in sacred circle, sand beneath his feet, rocks
rising around him. Others join in the dance … a handful of human dancers and then the
eagles, drawn by the power, like answering like. The eagles come! First one, then another,
then flights of eagles soar in the sky above. Night falls. Dancers fade away until once
more he dances alone. Eagles wheel skyward, seeking nests in high places.
Now Serpent awakens, slithering up from her
subterranean home, moving with messages from the Earth Mother. She writhes across the
circle beneath the feet of the lone dancer … danger and wisdom combine. Each footfall
must be impeccable now. He curves his shoulders, moving deeper into the dance. Welcoming
guidance, allowing it to flow over and through him. Mantling him. Infusing him. Empowering
him for the spirit-dance. He is moving without hesitation, each foot perfectly placed,
avoiding Serpent’s coils. |
Night deepens. Heart deepens. He is drawing on guidance now … no longer from fear,
but from love. Careful. Careful, lest he injure this sweet serpent ally. It is love that
guides him … deeper purpose emerges. We are invited to seek spirit guidance …
not simply to ensure the safety of our path, but to ensure that each step is taken in
love, with respect for All.
We emerge from the dream, energies dancing across the mesa
… across the space between us, around us. She is aligning … Eagle above her
head, Serpent beneath her feet … aligning with spirit, with love … expanding
… luminous.
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Thanks
to my spirit sister for permission to share her story.
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