Underwater Native Americans & A Test…

Had an odd event yesterday. Really cold from sitting in my studio working, and had to go inside…crawl in bed to get my core body temp. back up. Was laying on my back, resting and fell into trance. There were three native American men sitting in a circle around me. I was floating on my back about a foot over the ground…over sand.\r\n\r\nThey lowered me into a small recess in the sand…like it had been dug out by hand…big enough that just my ass fit into it; roughly maybe two-foot round diameter, and about 8 inches deep. Water was seeping in from below the recess. Then the depression began to grow…just a little until my entire body fit into it. The water in the hole I was laying in continued to rise, and one of the men laid his hand on my chest to keep me still. Despite the fact that I wasn”t moving, I suppose he thought that as the water began creeping up around my face, submersing my mouth, and nose…I would try to get out. Panic. I breath underwater…so, wasn”t a problem. I just laid there until I was completely submerged. I could see through the still water, fairly easily. I focused on deep breathing, and watched them speaking to one another…couldn”t hear anything.\r\n\r\nI noticed that my right foot was buried a little in the sand, and although I couldn”t see it…felt like something had a hold of it, was some weight on top of it that I couldn”t move it at all. At one point I reached for the mans hand that placed on my chest…and tenderly withdrew it, as if to signify that I was fine. I saw him smile. I moved my hand up to my face…where my hair was floating in the way, and noticed that I had glasses on. I don”t wear glasses, so I removed them…inspected them, and then placed them on the edge of the sand above me. The water was cool, but not cold. I wasn”t uncomfortable…more ”impatient”. Nothing was happening and I had laid there a good five minutes. So I sat up. No one moved to stop me. When I did sit up…I realized that it wasn”t just the hole I was laying in that was filled with water, but the entire area………..no appearing like a cave of some sort. The ceiling wasn”t high…maybe 8 feet. There was no air anywhere…just water. Then I attempted to draw my foot out of the sand, and when I did…a native Elder (man) appeared…sitting on it. Holding it in place. He stared at me intensely. Then he spoke to one of the younger men beside him, who in turn looked at me and said, “He says there is some saying…about a tree falling in the woods”…then he paused. I said, “yes…does it make it sound if no one is around to hear it”. The old man smiled. The younger man continued…”yes, he wants you to explain this saying to him. Be careful though…if you answer wrong, there will be much suffering”.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nI”m not exactly if he said “there will be much suffering”, or “you will have much suffering”?!? Either way it moved into the forefront of my mind…as important. I explained it as carefully as possible, stammering at lot at first, bcuz ”what” really is there to explain. I struggled a bit on the “answer” aspect…saying that there was no answer, no question…not to me. I mentioned that the saying had caught my attention as a child, and that to me it always seemed silly. Absurd, that humans would come up with such an idea. The idea that we validate the existence of other things…by being. Such a simple saying…with huge implications. It was not an easy thing to get across. I said that trees to me are sacred, wise…the Elders that surround me. I said, “it”s more…if WE (humans) fall, outside the woods…and there are no trees around to hear us….did we ever exist?”\r\nSomething about the trees being round before man, and…after. I went on a little more about mankind”s need to feel in control, and at the center of everything…and how I found it sad that we couldn”t get past our own understanding. Then I feel out of trance. I think bcuz I was thinking too hard about it.\r\n\r\nSo…not sure if I passed or not. 😕 What that says about me, about humanity, about anything. I left of saying that my answer was silly. Meant nothing in the entire scheme of things…to point out that I don”t take myself too seriously. Again, about no questions or answers to any of it…that it”s more like a song. And that my song is young, but I am willing to share it. Although…I told him I would much rather hear his song. A wise song, an old song.\r\n\r\nNote: Dreams & trances with Native Americans always hold the most impact for me. Also, they seem to be the most vague in their events. I like that they”re becoming more frequent, and the theme is always casual yet highly-sacred. A few days ago I dreamed that I was soaring through the sky, when I came upon a circle of eagles…all of us soaring on the high, hot winds. One eagle took interest in me. He moved back and forth across me…with a wing span easily 6 feet. I rubbed his wings as he flew by, rubbed his soft belly as he rolled in front of me. A beautiful courting ritual, and then sex. Although…the sex wasn”t physical, but more spiritual…where our bodies merged, vibrationally in and out of physical existence…and the feeling wasn”t rapturous, but healing and validating somehow. Was neat. I”ve never felt particularly attached to eagles in any way. More cats, bears, crows, owls. But…that makes the third eagle dream in I”d say roughly…3 months. Appearing more so then any other animal-spirit. The first one I was baptized & reborn by flying through the sun with a host of eagles. The second…I was rescuing a pride of eagles from the destruction of civilization, and escorting them into the wild. And this last one…mating with an eagle. Don”t feel any need to analyze any of them in anyway.

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