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I am
seated on my throne in the mouth of mother earth;
I am
listening to the heartbeat of the planet;
I am
breathing in the vapors of her desires, her needs, her hurts
and her fate.
I am
being challenged by my responsibly.
I have
shared this space with others in my 25 year guardianship of
the mstical cave.
First
with a wise women that owned my heart and now talks to me
from the spirit world through the mouth on the big mother:
then with
a Navaho medicine woman who called fourth the cave spirits
and challenged their causes: then the
searching students that have followed my footsteps up the
path to meet the great mother at the door of her cave:
and now
with my son who stands as the masculine polarity of my
quest.
As I
claim my heritage to this throne I will never forget the
sound in the trees,
the
chirping blessings of the birds and the water drops that
christen me from the cave ceiling. The seasons have colored
the leaves that blanket my walkway, and the trees form an
archway to my inner temple. Buddha sat under a tree for his
inspiration and was blessed with enlightenment. My path
takes me up my mountain to the mouth of my cave; may I be so
blessed.
The
leaves fall from the trees and softly float to the valley
floor as I see the Yods of the wisdom. They are God’s
words falling on the pages of the only book he ever wrote,
the book that was written for all mankind to read, and its called
‘Mother Nature’.
It is
part of my challenge to translate the leaves and simulate
their truths to those that are
Unaware
that the leaves talk. I was
introduced to this phenomenon
as a young child as I sat on my grandmother's lap while she
explained to me how to read the tea leafs that randomly
decorated the empty tea cup.
My quest
for today is to be truthful in my vision, be keen in my
observation and be generous with my insight that It may
strength my spirit and soul as well as that of others.
I lit the
candles to the 4 corners of the earth and the incense to the
directions of the 4 winds as my gifts to the Mother’s
energies. I removed my shirt in respect to her
exposure knowing that robes do not make a ritual and a bible
does not ordain a religion.
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