After communion with her beloved Venusian Nature, Shature was ready to relive the next life. When she entered the dome-shaped enclosure, she walked directly to her chair, but her Guide stopped her.
“You no longer need to climb the dome. Instead, allow your own consciousness to project the hologram. Remember Dear, you are not limited to the part of yourself that is before me. Close your eyes and allow Arturo's 6th Dimension vision to ignite the memory of your totality and your connection with it. ”
Shature closed his eyes and remembered Lamerius, his complete Self. As unified androgynous beings, they had traveled through the vortex to Arthur. Shature remembered the luminosity of his 6th Dimensional Star Body and could feel the vortex in his heart. The capsule was around them and Unconditional Love filled their consciousness. Then she heard a beautiful tone that was accompanied by a burst of Light so strong that it penetrated her closed eyes.
She opened her eyes and saw before her a Native American Medicine Man. He stood calmly in all its pure and regal splendor. He was magnificent. He had a beautiful ceremonial garment made of buffalo skin and a large necklace of bear claws. His hair was in long braids, his face painted with 3 red lines on each cheek; and an image of what appeared to be the sun on his forehead. In one hand he had a rattle and in the other a pipe.
“I AM How-ta-shai. I returned to the Oversoul in the 7th Dimension at the end of my physical experience. In response to your call, I meet with you through this hologram of your creation. ”
"How did you know I was calling you?" Shature asked intrigued.
"My child, just as you are observing the vibrations of your I in a lower density, we are watching you from the Over Soul."
"Yes, of course, " Shature was beginning to understand. “Just as the life I have now is inconceivable to my three-dimensional Self, the life of my Over Soul has been inconceivable to me. Before you start your story: Could you tell me more about the Over Soul? ”
“Of course, close your eyes again and listen to my words with your heart. Just as you have turned on the Light in parts of your Self, feel the Light that comes on in you. The Sobre Alma is like a lake on the highest peak of a mountain. This lake is full of pristine waters directly from the sky. Many rivers flow from this lake in all directions, which in turn form other lakes further down the mountain.
“From these lakes flow other tributaries, which also have lakes; and so on, until the waters of life reach the sands of the great ocean. When these waters meet with Mother Ocean, they touch the beings that swim in the waters of life and summon them to re-enter the currents of their birth and gradually climb up swimming until they are finally home security, in the pristine original lake of its Source ”.
Shature heard a jingle of bells and another flash of Light caused him to open his eyes and turn his head. It was Rahotep, or rather a hologram of him.
“I also resonate within the Over Soul. I'm back to help you understand what How-ta-shai is going to say. ”
He approached to join the Medicine Man. Shature saw before her the projection of all the very powerful higher vibrations of her Total Being. She looked around to find her Guide and discovered that she was gone again.
"You're doing well, my girl, " he heard inside. “Now look for the guide inside. Remember, we are together in Oneness. If you ever require me, all you have to do is call me and I will answer. ”
Shature almost feels sorry for his loss, but in his expanded Self he could not keep the vibration of that emotion. In fact, she was no longer just Shature, again she was Lamerius, because the high vibratory rate of the enclosure instantly called Lamire.
"Lamire, you're with me again, " she said smiling.
"I am always with you".
Rahotep and How-ta-shai smiled and said: “We are all projections of the same Over Soul and we are complete within Oneness. The part of us called Shature is allowing his consciousness to expand to the conception of more than one reality. You are awakening your multidimensional consciousness . ”
Shature began to feel proud; and found that he could not resonate with that feeling either. He realized that he was having the memory of pride as he was having the memory of being Shature. He understood what Rahotep and the Medicine Man had said. Now she had in her consciousness all the realities she had seen again.
She was in Atlantis, in the Fairy Kingdom, in England immediately after the fall of Atlantis, in the 13th century in Italy, in the 20th century in Poland; and in the 19th century in England, in the United States and in ancient Egypt. He was on the coast of the red cliffs of Venus; and he was a Star Being in Arthur. Within the ever-present-NOW, she encompassed everything she had revived. She felt that her form expanded until in the end she had no form. She was a spark of Light in an infinite ocean of radiance.
Slowly, she began to constrict and her radiance retreated. He pressed out again and became stronger and brighter. I experimented with the incoming and outgoing flow of its emanation, until it gradually returned to the Shature hologram. Yes, she was also a hologram. She was a form projection from the Source; and no matter how many different projections there were, they were all from the same Source.
Gradually his perception returned to the dome-shaped enclosure with How-ta-shai standing next to her. Rahotep had abandoned his hologram of form and had returned to the Over Soul, but she felt his presence inside her along with that of the others. She smiled and How-ta-shai smiled back. The glare of his eyes showed the radiance of the entire Creation.
How-ta-shai sat cross-legged and invited Shature to do the same. As soon as he sat down, a small fire broke out in their midst and a teepee surrounded them. Shature stared at the fire and expected How-ta-shai to begin his story.
First, I will tell you about the death of the part of us once known as How-ta-shai, said the Medicine Man. While I talk to you, close your eyes and look at the story as I tell you. Listen to me with my heart and hear my truth. The tradition of our people is to teach through stories; and now I want to share that tradition with you.
How-ta-shai began to shake his rattle and sing softly while the teepee was filled with memories. He pointed to his right and there, on a rough mat, was a withered old man on the edge of starvation.
This is how he saw me before my death. My people were defeated and we were locked in a fort of the white man. We could not see our beloved plains, hunt the buffalo, or practice our sweet and sacred traditions. We were a conquering people or.
How-ta-shai drew his focus from the fire he was staring at; and looked Shature straight in the eye.
"Do you see the theme of the realities that the Over Soul has chosen for you to see?"
"Yes, " Shature replied. "They are societies, or it is I, in the transition and fear that come with change."
“Yes, we of the Oneness have focused our collective consciousness towards you so that you can be our representative in the 3rd Dimension. The Earth you will enter again is on the verge of a great transition that will affect all that multidimensional Universe. We, the many lives you have seen, once perceived ourselves as failures.
“That memory resonated in our collective consciousness. You went and healed the realities that had not reached spiritual awakening. Those of us who had learned to connect with our Superior Yos while incarnate were able to heal and return to our higher vibration. Now I tell you about my own frustration while I was incarnate, so you can see that even failure is a success if we can integrate with the Spirit. ”
"But why have I been chosen to be the representative?" Shature asked.
“ Your reality as Shature in Atlantis represents the Initiation of our Over Soul towards the limitation and separation of the 3rd Dimension. It was also a life in which you connected with the Grid of Light that surrounds Planet Earth. When you re-enter the 3rd Dimension you will be called to consciously connect again with this Energy Reticle. But now let me return to my story. Those of us who have been able to rise above the limitations of the physical world want to instruct you by sharing our experiences.
“As I said, we were a conquered people; and all my spiritual strength and discernment, they could do nothing to stop our destiny. I was trying to achieve a small victory. I wanted to make the Blue Coats allow us to lift our tipis out of the fort, where we could at least see the plains and the sunrise and sunset.
“We only had old men, like me; and women and children. The few warriors who were alive were wounded or imprisoned in the iron house of the Blue Coats. If we could only achieve a small victory, then perhaps we could keep our Spirit alive until better days.
"But let me start my story in a happier moment."
Now How-ta-shai pointed to his left where there was a little boy rubbing his eyes to get out of sleep while rising from his skins.
19th century in the United States
This little boy was born to be a warrior. As soon as he could walk, he remembered wanting to ride a horse. If his mother didn't look at him, he ran to where the horses went and walked among them trying to corner them. It is remarkable that he was never injured. Many times he escaped the eyes of the adults who were looking at him; and ran to the horses. Once they realized that he would not be injured, they allowed him to do so. Maybe he thought it was a horse instead of a 'biped'. Or maybe he just liked the strength of the horses.
As everyone thought, he became an excellent rider; and everyone knew that he would be a brave warrior until the most unexpected happened. He fell off his horse. In fact, he was sure that an invisible force had pushed him. For his first buffalo hunt, he was 13 years old. He felt like a man, but he didn't act as such because he thought he was better than the horse; He was the hunter.
His pride got him into trouble. He did not respect the horse or the buffalo ; and when the horse moved quickly to the left, he moved to the right. He was so caught up in the act of being a 'man', that he behaved like a little boy and forgot his first lesson: He and the horse were one. Then, in his arrogance, he fell from the horse precisely in the path of an angry buffalo.
Worse, he fell on his shoulder and his right arm was hanging to the side. He grabbed his spear with his left hand; and just as the Spirit had knocked him off the horse, the Spirit led his arm to hit his spear in the buffalo. The gigantic animal did not die with a throw, but staggered. This gave the boy time to jump and run to his waiting horse despite the great danger.
With the arm that was good, the boy climbed on the horse's back and rode to safety. The other hunters had witnessed this scene and took the buffalo's life. The young hunter had given his first blow to a powerful buffalo; And he was a hero. However, he realized that since his right arm was hanging, he would never be a warrior.
His shoulder healed much faster than his heart. He recovered most of the movement of his arm, but could not throw a spear or use a bow and arrow . Finally, he learned to use his arm well enough to hunt, but he didn't have the strength to go to battle. So I was meditating. His life was over. He was not a warrior. He was scarcely a man! How could I live with this disability?
He was useless. His life was over before he had a chance to start. He was wandering supposedly on hunting trips, but he had no heart to hunt. He didn't even enjoy riding his horse. He would have to leave the tribe. He had nothing to give; and for him it was selfish to stay. I didn't know where to go. I just knew I had to leave.
One morning before dawn, he gathered a few things and slipped away from the teepee before anyone woke up. He headed west, away from the rising Sun; And far from his dreams. He didn't know where he was going, or why. He did not care. He walked for days and days. He had not brought his horse, for some warrior would need it and he had no right to take it with him.
After many sunrises and sunsets, he arrived in a new territory for him. By the end of the 2nd lunar cycle, it was lost. Of course he had not lost himself in the sense that he could not return home, but he was lost in that he had no idea where he was or what he would experience next. I was not afraid. Nothing worse could happen to him. Maybe if he could lose his past, he could find a future.
He saw a high boulder in the distance and decided that he would climb to the top to seek his vision. He buried his provisions at the foot of the mountain, for he would not need food or comfort; and began to climb. The route to the summit was very steep, with loose gravel and little to hold on to.
After being several times about to fall; and wishing to have the strength of a man in both arms, he finally reached the top of the cliff when the last rays of the Sun were hidden on the horizon. He found a small niche in which to sit and curled up to wait. The night was getting colder, but he didn't even notice. He promised that he would not move until he had received his vision. With each hour he entered deeper and deeper into himself . At dawn, I was in a deep trance.
Gradually, a storm began to loom over him. It seemed the echo of the storm that roared in his Soul. The weather cooled more and more and the wind grew cold. He knew that the first snow would soon fall. Many moons had passed since his injury. Now, the prairies and the pain of his wasted life seemed to be far below him. From his position on the rock he felt like a part of the growing force of Nature; and less and less like his physical body.
While the wind whipped him, he could feel that his Spirit was dragged by him. He wanted to fly like the wind and roar like thunder; and free yourself once and for all from the limitations of your injured body. Anger and disappointment filled his heart and mind; and he wanted to leave the clay prison of his body.
"Great Father, " he shouted in the wheezing wind, "Take me with you!"
He surrendered to the force of the natural storm; and with the flash of lightning, he was taken from his body. He looked down and saw a small empty shape clinging to the side of a boulder; and vaguely he could remember it was him. He took the wind like a bird. His Spirit knew no bounds; and the turbulence of the air only added excitement. He didn't know where he was or where he was going. He didn't care if he was ever going back to that little wrap.
Now he was at Home. He was the wind and the sky that held him. He was elevated farther and farther from where he once was and from whom he once was. For a moment he seemed to lose consciousness; and when he woke up, he was on the plains. He was alone, except for a buffalo that was as white as snow.
“They are going to come to kill us! ”Said the buffalo. “They will gain power over you by killing us; and we can't do anything to stop them. ”
With these words, the buffalo turned and walked away.
The Spirit of the Indian ran after him with many questions.
"Who are they'? Why do they want to dominate us? How can they kill you? ”
But now the buffalo was only an animal. He was no longer white; And I was alone. The man turned and in the distance he saw many mounds. He could not distinguish them well, so he approached to investigate.
When he approached, he saw that the mounds were dead buffaloes, thousands, that lay dead in the meadow. Some were skinned, but the precious flesh had been abandoned to waste the Sun. Some were injured and were left to suffer a slow death. Some were calves and some cows caught. What was this atrocity?
Who could have done such a thing and why? The words of the white buffalo rumbled in his head: They will gain power over you killing us.
He should stop the killing. I could not allow this to happen. He must return to his tribe and warn them. He could not abandon his people in his moment of need. With that thought, he was suddenly aware of himself well below his Spirit, pressed against the edge of a rock. He seemed as dead as the buffalo in the prairies.
His face was white, his lips blue; and there was snow around him. He must return to his body before it was too late. He struggled to return, but the same wind that had given him freedom was now causing his death. The air currents were strong and expelled him from his body . He knew that in order to return to him, he would have to WANT to live. He would have to fight for the right to be alive; I live and with a purpose. He must return and help his people.
Gradually, he could feel himself approaching his body. He approached as if he could crawl back inside. When he finally touched it, it was cold as ice. It was too late. He was already dead. If he entered his body now, he might become a ghost, forever trapped between two worlds, but he had to take that risk. He had to believe that he could restore his health. Then, suddenly, everything was dark and he was cold, extremely cold! He tried to move but could not.
His legs and arms were frozen; and could not feel the fingers or toes. He shrugged like a small lump trying to keep the heat he could. It had to get hot. Gradually, he realized that he could crawl. Really, he was crawling with his elbows. Just in front of him there seemed to be a cleft; Maybe it was a cave.
After what seemed like an extremely long time, he reached the entrance of the cave. He rolled inward, but he was bowed and felt himself rolling out of control. He rolled and rolled until suddenly something big and hairy stopped him. It was a bear. He doesn't care. It was warm. He fell into the warmth of his skin and passed out.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but when he woke up, it was warm, or at least it wasn't cold. And it could move. His hands and legs obeyed his orders, but the fingers and toes were burning as if a million bees were stinging them. Rubbing his hands, he forced himself to sit down and oriented. Gradually, as his eyes got used to the darkness, he realized that he was alone. But on the floor next to him was a pile of roots. They were almost frozen, but they were edible.
Why was this pile of roots in the cave? He knew he hadn't put them there. I still wasn't sure where I was or how I got there. Then he remembered the vision and his struggle to return to his frozen body, his fall into the cave; And the bear. He had never heard a bear bring food to his cave. But it was food; and he was starving. The roots began to be eaten; and once it started, he had no other thoughts until he ate them all. When he finished, he was thirsty and crawled to the cave entrance, amazed at how weak he was, to eat some snow.
Where was the bear? Had he found another cave? Was he looking for the last food before hibernation? If that were the case, he would have to leave before the bear returned. But with the thought of leaving the sheltered cave, he realized that he was still too weak. If the bear were to kill him, he would have done it already. In addition, surely he still could not survive the weather. He crawled back to the depths of the cave and fell asleep.
Several times he reached the edge of the vigil and remembered a large hairy lump and leaned against his sleeping form. He felt safe, safe and warm; and drifted to the depths of sleep. When he woke up completely, he often found more roots than he ate with great appetite. Sometimes the bear was there; and sometimes not. Finally, after an indeterminate time, the man was able to stay awake long enough to assess his situation.
When he woke up this time, he found the bear sound asleep deep inside the cave. It was almost as if he knew the young man was fine now; so he had entered his winter dream. The man realized that the bear had brought him the roots, had kept him warm; and in fact, it had saved his life. This was a powerful omen regarding the purpose of his life . Nature had saved his life and he should reciprocate. He had been granted Bear Medicine; and should learn to use it.
For two winters he lived in that cave with the bear. I wasn't sure how he survived the first winter. When he regained enough strength, he went down to the base of the hill and removed his supplies from under a pile of snow. He slept a lot nestled in the warmth of the bear. He somehow survived the provisions he had recovered and the small animals he caught outside the cave.
His first teachings occurred in the dream state. Each night he met with the Great Spirit and received many instructions. Upon waking he walked in the snow to try to anchor these instructions in his physical form. It was during these daily walks that he learned to connect with Nature in a way he had never known. All Nature was asleep, like him, in the depths of winter, but the Great Spirit never slept and became a constant company for man.
The person who had always known he was was now dead; and had not yet given birth to his new self. He was pregnant with himself. He was brewing a new existence from his deepest interior, which was fed every night in his dream state. When spring began to arrive, so did the sprouts of his new Self. The bear woke up and left him alone in the cave. He was surprised at how lonely he felt. He would also leave the cave to build a shelter against the slope of the rock that had climbed that fateful day in the very beginning of winter.
When he saw the whole new life of spring around him, he began to build a new life inside. This new I was totally in unison with all nature. Like his horses, he could smell the water; and no matter how far away from his shelter, he could always return. He ate the bear very similarly to his friend: Fish from the lake and nearby rivers, berries, roots and small creatures.
One day, while he was eating berries, he felt that a strange metamorphosis was taking place in his body. Suddenly his hands became very big and hairy; and his back assumed an unusual curve. His sense of smell was so intense that he was almost dizzy. He fell on all fours and started running through the woods with incredible speed.
He wondered if only he felt like a bear, or if someone outside him would really see him as a bear. And then he sniffed the most magnificent scent he had ever experienced, a bear. He approached her slowly from a direction opposite to the wind. But she was too smart for him; and turned to him. She sniffed the air as if confused by his smell. He stood on the hind legs, lifted his claws and growled to impress her. She was not young and would soon be in heat. The man / bear turned his back and ran up the hill, leaving her waiting for her return .
He woke up on the edge of a stream next to a group of berries. I was naked; and the clothes he had had been torn and hung in tatters around him. How could he have had the strength to tear his clothes off without having a knife? Would it have been true? Was it a bear or was it just a vision? Did it matter? Now he lived in 2 worlds, the Spirit World and the Land of his Fathers. He could travel to one side and the other without ever realizing that he had changed between realities. Had he lost his mind, or had he simply changed it by his Spirit?
While I was a bear, I had seen some mushrooms. He would pick them up and save them for the full moon that would arrive in a few days. He realized that there was something important he should do. The Great Father Heaven and the Great Mother Earth were calling him. He fasted for 3 days as naked as he was when he woke up by the current. Then it was time.
The moon was full and high in the sky. He blessed the mushrooms in each of the 4 directions, presented them to the Great Spirit; and ate them slowly. He was briefly nauseous but did not vomit. He lay on his back to stare at the moon. She seemed to speak to him.
"Remember. Do you remember my warrior? ”
"Remember what?" He asked. And a warrior! Was he making fun of him? He knew he could never be a warrior.
"Oh! But there are many kinds of warriors, ”she said. "They are different only in the choice of their weapons."
“I can't wield a gun. Even as a bear, my arm was weaker! ”
The voice ignored his complaints.
"Your weapon will be your Medicine!"
"I don't have Medicine, " he argued.
“If you remember who you are, you will have your Medicine. If the bear recognized you: Why don't you recognize yourself? ”
“But who will be my teacher? I am alone in Nature. ”
“Yes, that is true. Nature will be your teacher. ”
And then the voice stopped and he had many visions. Of men dressed in blue with saddles and sticks of fire like those used by the trappers. There were many, many. He saw fires; and women and children running in terror; The men were gone. Where were you?
How could they leave their families? No, they did not abandon them. He saw the warriors waiting for the battle, but the men in blue feared them and only attacked women and children. Did these enemies have no honor?
He saw bare trees, without leaves; and the trees were tied together to catch something inside. He had to release what was trapped. He knocked on the wood for an entrance, when he heard laughter. He looked up and saw a man in blue inside the tree line, with his head and shoulders peeking over dead trees, watching him. The man laughed and laughed.
"I do not scream. “I do not want this vision. It is evil! ”
The voice returned: “The cycles end as the moon changes. But just as the moon always returns, so will people! ”
The next vision he had, he could not understand. There were his people, only that there was no space around them. There were no meadows. There were no buffalo. Their warriors lay around like old sick people, leaning on trees and drinking fire water. They seemed to live in tipis that did not have the shape of the medicine wheel, but were flat with something shiny on top. Around them were things that looked almost like iron horses, but they were smaller and seemed to be broken.
Everyone was sad and dejected. And then it happened. With a knock on the old wooden door, someone came out of a flat teepee. He was a fully dressed warrior. He had his paint and his war hat. He wore his best bow with his arrows. He didn't want the white man's firewood. And with the other hand he held something bright high. Something almost like fire, but it didn't burn.
It was a light like the Sun and spread throughout the field. One by one, the lazy sick men rose and became powerful warriors. The chief raised both arms to heaven and invoked the Spirit World. He looked at the warrior's face; and in his face he saw those of his people.
Then everything went black. He saw nothing else. I tried to get it back, I wanted to remember everything, but I couldn't stay awake. Something was dragging his Spirit. The last thing he saw was his naked form lying on the forest floor.
When he woke up, the sun was high. He crawled up the stream and rolled into it. He lay there for most of the day, crawling in and out of the water, until he finally found food. What could his vision have meant? How could Nature teach her medicine?
Pasó el resto del verano respondiendo esa pregunta. La visión era aún un misterio, pero la Naturaleza era su profesora. El cielo le enseñó cómo ser libre. Las aves le permitieron usar sus ojos para ver la tierra desde muy arriba. Los rboles le dijeron d nde encontrar ra ces y otros comestibles. Las abejas le ofrecieron miel; y todas las criaturas hablaban con l en un lenguaje sin palabras.
Mientras se mov a por el bosque, de alguna manera sab a que esta corteza podr a sanar el dolor; y que esta flor aliviar a la fiebre en una herida. La naturaleza le revelaba sus secretos. Mientras los d as se acortaban y las noches se enfriaban, sus lecciones continuaron. Luego supo que era tiempo de retornar donde la osa. Realmente se aparearon o era una visi n? Todo lo que pod a recordar es que se unieron para convertirse en un solo Ser. Realmente ella era una osa o era el Esp ritu Gu a de l?
Entonces ya hab a llegado el invierno y l sab a que hibernar a como el oso. Hab a reunido su alimento y un viejo ciervo le hab a dado su vida. Su compa era osa le hab a dicho d nde encontrarlo. Con este regalo de la Naturaleza, l hizo sus ropas de invierno y sus provisiones. Cuando fue a la cueva para su descanso de invierno, la osa lo estaba esperando; mir a su compa ero de cueva de 2 patas; y se fue lentamente al fondo de la cueva.
En este invierno el hombre hizo pocas caminatas. Estaba muy ocupado so ando. Recorr a el firmamento con los Grandes Padres y retornaba a la Gran Madre Tierra solamente para comer y hacer sus necesidades corporales. Cuando lleg la primavera, estaba listo; no sab a para qu, pero estaba listo. Un d a despert y la osa se hab a ido.
Sab a que l tambi n deb a abandonar la seguridad de la cueva. Reuni sus pocas posesiones, pues sab a que no retornar a. Hab a recibido sus lecciones. Hab a aprendido su Medicina. Ahora deb a usarla para el bien de su gente. Ahora volver a donde ellos. Ten a algo para compartir con ellos. l era un guerrero; y su arma era su Medicina.
Decidi hacer un ltimo recorrido por el valle para decir adi sy para reunir provisiones para su largo viaje a casa. Todos los rboles y las briznas de hierba parec an conocerlo. Las flores se volv an hacia l; y los animales, insectos y aves parec an reconocerlo. Finalmente, con la tristeza del adi sy la alegr a de la esperanza y el prop sito, se volvi una ltima vez cuando lleg al borde del valle. Qu era aquello que ve a en la distancia? S, era su pareja osa. Y junto a ella hab a una peque a cr a.
Pero qu significaba la visi n? Pregunt Shature.
El rostro de How-ta-shai se puso triste y gris.
La visi n era la Verdad, aunque tard muchos a os en conocerla .
Movi su mano hacia su derecha, hacia el viejo agonizante. Una mujer nativa estaba entrando en el tipi con un peque o cuenco de comida y un odre de agua. El anciano los rechaz .
No comer hasta que los Casacas Azules nos permitan poner nuestros tipis fuera de las paredes de este fuerte .
La joven mujer asinti con tristeza y respeto y volvi a salir del tipi con los alimentos intactos. Mir al comandante del fuerte que estaba precisamente entrando en sus cuarteles, puso los alimentos en el piso frente al tipi; y se fue.
Al comandante no le gustaba su trabajo. Qu sentido ten a torturar m sa esta gente? Cada ma ana, cuando entraba en su oficina, ellos pon an frente al tipi los alimentos del viejo Hombre Medicina. Y cada noche, se llevaban lleno el mismo plato de comida cuando el comandante sal a de su oficina. l hab ao do que cada miembro restante de la tribu hab a sacrificado una peque a parte de sus casi incomibles alimentos, como un gesto de apoyo para su nico guerrero que quedaba.
El comandante había servido en la Guerra Civil y había librado muchas duras batallas, pero no entendía el propósito de humillar más a esta pobre gente derrotada. Sin embargo, sus órdenes eran mantenerlos dentro de los confines del fuerte. ¿A dónde irían ahora? Quedaban muy pocos. Los guerreros habían muerto o estaban en prisión. Pero él tenía que obedecer sus órdenes. Or not?
Y una mañana, cuando subía las escaleras hacia su oficina, se volvió a mirar la familiar escena del alimento frente al tipi del viejo, pero en lugar de ello vio a la mujer desarmando el tipi y envolviendo al viejo Hombre Medicina en una piel funeraria. Todos se volvieron a mirar directamente al comandante, sus ojos mostraban orgullo y Amor. Inclusive los niños se detuvieron para asegurarse de que él supiera lo que había sucedido.
A lo largo de su carrera militar el comandante había visto muchas cosas terribles, pero la simple visión de la pérdida de un valiente hombre viejo, conmovió su corazón. Tuvo que apoyarse en el pilar del porche para recuperar su compostura. Entonces llamó a su teniente y le dijo con su más fuerte voz:
“¡Teniente, dígale a esta gente que ponga sus tipis fuera del fuerte!”
Cuando el Hombre Medicina terminó su relato, Shature sintió la profunda tristeza de “La Gente”. Ella había oído la historia con el corazón y estaba admirada por el valor de How-ta-shai. ¿Podría ella hacer una carrera tan valiente cuando retornara a la Tierra?
“ Hay muchas maneras de ser un guerrero “, dijo How-ta-shai. “Recuerda mi historia. Tuve que perder mi habilidad de ser un guerrero de la manera como quería, para ser un guerrero de la manera que era mi destino. Yo no te he descrito los muchos años en los cuales fui de gran servicio para mi gente. Éstos fueron años llenos de felicidad, servicio y Amor. Después, tuve que aprender a mantener vivo ese Amor durante años y años de dolor, sufrimiento y pérdida.
“A mi muerte, la única cosa que Yo había dejado era el Amor mismo. Amor por algo más grande que el Mundo material. Amor por un ideal. Yo me había sacrificado como un símbolo del Amor que Yo tenía por las costumbres de mi gente. Se requirió una vida de servicio para lograrlo, pero ahora te puedo dar un Amor transpersonal que está más allá de las emociones Humanas. Éste Amor es un campo energético y un rayo de poder. Recibe de mí este regalo y tenlo en tu corazón”.
El Hombre Medicina se puso de pie y Shature siguió su ejemplo. Él dio la vuelta alrededor del fuego y la abrazó, de corazón a corazón. Ella pudo sentir su energía de oso, su Amor por la Naturaleza; y todo su dolor que él había transformado en sabiduría. Sí, ella mantendría en su corazón este regalo por siempre, trascendiendo toda la vida y la muerte.
Translated: Jairo Rodríguez R.
Energy and Spiritual Consulting
http://www.jairorodriguezr.com/
By Suzanne Lie
El hombre medicina
