This is a place I have never been in before – it is night,
the sky is a deep royal blue and filled with white diamond stars. I do not see the Sister Moon. The ground is a vibrant orange-red, and is a
desert marked with huge rock formations that form a surreal landscape. These rock formations have been honed by the
wind to resemble statues, some squat and round, others lean and tall. Against the starlit dark sky, these become
alive, denizens of the desert. It feels
neither too warm nor too cold, and is too constant to feel natural, although it
is very natural indeed, while the winds are light, stirring up the red dirt
into small dust devils that settle just as quickly.
Now I see that there are two other men there, one very
young, barely out of his teens. His
companion is an older man just entering his middle age span of life. Both are attired in North American Native
garb – buckskin, furs, and homespun garments, jewellery of turquoise, shells
and agate, head dresses of feathers.
They have drums and rattles and woven blankets which they spread on the
red ground, and wave me to come closer.
I do so without hesitation, because I know I’ve been called
here, and I recognize this now as a place in the spiritual realm, what their
vision of The Great Spirit would be.
Speaking to me without speaking, they tell me that they need to work in
opening a temporal gate, because some people are trapped behind that
barrier. I nod my understanding, and
wait for further instructions. The men
strip their clothing off, leaving only their footwear, loincloths and jewellery
on. The younger one takes up a drum and
begins to walk the circle drumming. The
older man lies down on the blanket and motions me to lie down with him. I do not hesitate, and do so
immediately. He instructs me, again
without words, that we must now enter into our Dreamwalker state, and travel
across the temporal wall to create the doorway from there.
He holds me tightly, and I am very, very aware of his chiseled
hard body spooning next to me, but I turn away from such thoughts and set my
intent in concert with his, as we both, entwined more intimately than in sexual
bond, let our spirits fly.
The world blurs around me, and although it is still the
same, it is somewhat different. I
recognize this as “seeing it from the other side”. I find a native rattle trimmed with buffalo
hair in my hand suddenly, and am jolted with a sense of honour that this
confers to me. I feel humbled and
elated, silently thanking the Powers for this blessing, and knowing that I know
what to do, begin to beat a counterpoint rhythm to the drumming I still hear as
a pulse of my blood. My Dreamwalker
partner is now dancing to the beats, his feet barely stirring the dust. Our work is separate yet as one… the beats of
rattle, drum and dance … our hearts beat as one… as one… one…
… and now we’re back, with about a half-dozen other people
around us. The drumming still continues,
as the younger man circles the space and we Dreamwalkers get up off the
blanket. I suddenly feel annoyed,
because one of the women with curly blond hair, starts talking non-stop. The other people appear to be too dazed to
say anything, while she keeps chattering as though she never stopped even
during her entrapment. All the people
rescued are dressed in 19th century clothing, and I get a sense that
what has happened transversed across all time, and somehow threw it out of
balance. These are mysteries I do not
understand, knowing only that we succeeded in our mission.
My elders are now getting dressed again, and I approach them
to return the rattle, but they tell me it’s now mine, as thanks for the work I
did with them. Again, I feel deeply
humbled and honoured, as I bow my thanks.
We are instructed to stand in a tight group. The spectacular royal blue sky and burning
red sands fade around us, and I drift gently towards wakefulness…
