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| Dancers Dreaming and the Shadow People - Prologue
by blue_rose1 at 2/27/2008 9:21:37 PM
[The following is the prologue to what started out, more than 15 years ago, to be a book. It was written at a time when I'd been keeping a dream journal and exploring "animal medicine." I should know better, with ADD, than to launch anything that requires sustained concentration and continuity of thought over time, but just sometimes, a cohesive collection of colorful thoughts emerges and gets written down before my mind dashes off to the next enticing adventure.]
"Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have given me the cup of living water, the sacred bow, the power to make life and to destroy it."
Black Elk
Twin Dreamers reflected. It is what she did most of the time for as long as she could remember. "An odd concept, time," she thought, "so frail a thing to be so binding." She couldn't help but think about it though she knew both Creator and Creation to be wrought with paradox and that somehow the Mirror was the key to that elusive "place" where revelation and mystery found balance. She bore in herself such gifts that she could not in herself number them. She knew a changelessness that could only exist because of the continuous change within it. She could remember the future as she looked forward to the past. She recalled with equal thanksgiving the purity and innocence of her new life and the loneliness and shame that filled her when she realized how awkward and unskilled and peculiar her appearance must have been to all those "others" when she yet lacked understanding. She reveled in the discovery of the great wisdom of the ancestors when she had become one of them. She remembered times and places as she remembered beyond time where she knew herself to be ageless. She remembered the dream - and the mirror. The mirror had always been there as far as she knew. It was most fascinating, and always as new as it was old. And so she reflected upon the great beauty and grace she saw watching her from the "other" side of the mirror. There was no vanity in her fondness for the mirror though it may seem so. You see; each time she looked upon herself, she was so humbled by the mirror that she radiated a glory about her that even she could not grasp but for the fleeting fragments of clarity in Creator's presence. Very rare was the occasion she'd forget herself. No. She remembered far too well the pain that the pride of another could inflict. It just wouldn't do for her to cause another to hurt. Hers was a far more gracious path; one purposed to inspire wonder and hope, smiles and tears, faith and love. She knew that one could only be truly happy and content when serving Creator's intent as Creation. The ever growing depth of her reflections was the only source of expressing her design and discovering the amazing ways in which Creator found her fit to reveal herself as she yearned to heal those relations that she heard cry out with a true heart. It was at those times she knew she would find a new dimension as this "other" became the face in the mirror.
Twin Dreamers drank deeply of that that especially stark and desolate silent stillness she had come to know so well, that quenched her thirst for absolute, undisturbed solitude after which she would be satiated totally,though as time would have it but briefly. Such perfect peace could do none other than leave her parched with another kind of thirst - one which could be quenched only on the other side. She did the only thing she could do just then. She gazed into the mirror - and at such times she never knew quite what to expect - and the elegant, black eyes that met her now excited glance began to dance with an almost impish quality as the new thirst swelled in her as if a new life had grown there and its delivery was upon her. Her heart pounded faster and faster in her deceptively delicate white chest - deceptive because her work of healing and her message of peace seldom could be bestowed without many battles. If you don't know her you will never guess that beneath her fragile appearance beats the heart of a courageous warrior and she anticipates with delight the new adventures before her. She is full of surprises - even to her. "It is good to be here. I am grateful, Creator, that you have given me such honor. I will now give honor to You."
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