Many moons have passed since last we sat together. There are many words to speak. For such as I that come from the Grandfathers to walk amongst you, to give direction, to give hope, to give confirmation of thought.
This time of darkness and confusion when the warriors and the wise ones are brought together that their energies might reach out into the universe. From the four directions they will come and around their shoulders will be the blanket of many colours. The time of the great gathering. Many teepees will come. The great council will be attended by many. For never before in the history of man have changes of such proportion been manifested. Never before have the energies of the universe been so powerful. Never before have the intelligences of other dimensions walked amongst you. The beings of Light. The silver ones of the stars. The vibrations of the creatures of the oceans. All reach out. The time of the tribes, the people of the earth, the children of our Mother. They have returned.
They have returned in such as you.
Those of you that have the great knowing, the remembrances of the time before memory when man truly walked in paradise. Before the time of darkness when man lost control of his passions and saw himself as greater than that which had created him. Hear me my children. You are part of this gathering. You must be made aware of the power of your thoughts and of your words. You must come to understand the every action that you take reaches far out and affects the lives of all. For truly this is the evolution of man and of the universe.
In her sickness our Mother (Earth) has called. Called to her children that suckled from her breasts long ago and that passed into the shadows at the coming of darkness. For it was then that we drew our blankets around us and stepped back into the shadows. But hear me children. The time of existence is passing and the time of living will begin once more. I come to speak to those that have the ears to hear. I come with my brother that he will take my voice for more will hear my voice than there are blades of grass upon the Great Plains. This I have said many times and it will be so.
But those that walk the path of my brother must walk with downcast eyes and speak in whispers. Not for you the mountain where you speak in a loud voice and call attention to yourselves. This is not for you. Only quietly as the summer breeze rustles the leaves, so will be your voices. For it is not by words that you will show others. It is how you live your lives. For when you find the well of spirituality you shine like a bright star in the night sky and others gaze upon your beauty and your tranquility and they come to you seeking the calmness that you have found. And your voice will be added to my voice. And those like me, for we are many in number and we call to you as you call to us.
We have need of you as you have need of us. For we do not impose ourselves upon you. We come to you in love.
All around you there is confusion and fear as old ideologies are swept away and old institutions crumble and our Mother begins to shake herself. To rid herself of that which ails her. And you my children, each one of you has a part to play. But I do not come to speak words of fear. I come to speak to the warriors for it takes the bravery of the warrior to stand tall in the time of darkness. For a true warrior is compassionate and humble for his strength has been tried many times, his courage has been tested as you in each of your lifetimes have set trials for yourselves that you might vanquish your fears, that you might seek out your strengths and your weaknesses, that you might recognise yourself for what you are – a creation of the Great Spirit. That you have the ability to create with your thoughts and your words. Hear my my children I have great love for you and great compassion.
There are those that have left the earth plane to walk in spirit that they might come to those that they love and become with them, as my brother’s woman walksin spirit. She walks amongst the stars and guides the souls of the children to the wombs of the mother as does the fair one. The time of the gentle ones to walk in spirit, yet you fear death. Yet it is nothing. It is part of life. Do not be afraid my children for you are loved as you are part of the Great Spirit, you are eternal. For you were never born and can never die. You are the wind, you are the rain, you are the sun. You are the coldness of winter, and the heat of summer. You are the hawk and the eagle. The mountain and the forest. You are the very earth itself. You are our Mother. And you are beauty but you have forgotten. In your sleep you have forgotten. In the logicality of your thoughts you have forgotten but now such as you that were chosen to walk the path of the seeker, chosen by the Grandfathers. The strongest of the strong. The bravest of the brave to walk before the people. Now is your time and I come to remind you. So that the ember of memory that lives in your heart will be fanned into a flame. So that you will remember the time of the oneness when the Sun people walked the lands who were one with all things. They sought domain over none. The time of harmony when you could leave your bodies and journey amongst the stars to learn at the feet of other dimensions. For you are many things my children. Look inside yourself. See the beauty that you are.
The ones from the womb now are the first of the spiritual ones. It is for these that you have returned to find them places of sanctuary where they may be protected. Where they may grow and flourish. For it is their children that will walk in paradise. The one tribe, the one people. Brother will not prey upon brother. Sister will embrace sister. The time of the Sun people will return.
I have much that I will share with you. And I wish you to know of me. But I do not come as a teacher. I come as a friend. For long have I walked the lands and much have I seen. But I have no existence without you. And our task cannot be completed without your vibrations. Children hear me.
The time of darkness will pass. Do not be afraid. But there will be great pain and much fear. But each one chose this task. You will be ridiculed and the time will come when those that walk this path persecuted. For the ones that control and manipulate walk in fear. They fear that their power will be taken from them, that you will regain your freedom and it will be so. But the battle gains momentum. And so the warriors come. Our Mother brings them together and I carry the message. You carry the sacred bundle of the people, be conscious of this. For I will speak only to those that have the ears to hear and I will show those that have the eyes to see. But I will stand aside from those that speak in a loud voice and those that seek personal satisfaction. Only the quiet ones will I come to.
I and those like me are many in number. As man steps out of his logical thought and once again becomes free then you will be our bridge. Man and Spirit once more hand in hand. Loved ones of long ago will come together. The bond of the heart is binding. It cannot be severed. You will recognise brother and sister, lover, husband, son and daughter. But the recognition will come from the heart. Truly the tribes are gathering and the smoke from their fires will fill the sky. And the sage and the sweet grass will envelope all.
I will come to you many times as my brother walks this land. But as we walk we prepare for another journey. Children gaze above you, Grandfather Eagle flies. He is your protection. The spirit of fire and of water, of the earth and of the sky comes to you to give you warmth and sustenance, to give you strength and protection. Long has my brother travelled the path of the seeker. Our people yearn for his return. But there is much yet to be accomplished. Be proud my children. Look into your hearts. Walk in joy and happiness that you have come together again, one to support the other. You will remember. These are my words and this is my gift. I give you my heart. Let it beat with yours. Come from your hearts my children. For you are children of the universe. The earth is your Mother. Love her as she loves you. Send out your thoughts of healing. Let it embrace her. For she has great need of you. We are the people. We are the tribes. We are the human beings. Hear me for the Great Council comes together and I, Clearwater, brother of Sun in Face will speak. Take my energy and my strength. Take my knowledge and my wisdom. When you gaze at me you gaze at self. For there is none wiser than you. Remember. You are perfection. Walk in peace my children. There are many such as I that will come and share their wisdom with you. Those that walk with you will speak. Those that stand by the path to give direction will speak. I embrace you and I wrap my blanket around you. The blanket of love. Feel its warmth and when you are afraid draw it close.