Standing Alone

In the spring of 2007, I received a series of visions of women creating peace. The following occurred during a group meditation.

At night, in a trim suburban neighborhood, in each front yard along a street, a woman stands alone. Each woman stiffly faces the street, her house behind her. On both sides of the street, for blocks, woman after woman after woman, one stands in each yard. The women could see each other if they looked, but they don’t; they stand silently, staring straight ahead or with heads bent, lost in a great, devastating grief.

All of a sudden, lively columns of light—bright, colorful, igniting, shimmering, a cross between fireworks and the northern lights—begin to descend from the night sky. One by one, each column finds its way to one of the women and slips over her. The women look up and around with wonder at these fantastic columns, extending their hands to touch it, watching the light dance off their skin. Slow smiles come to their faces as each woman discovers her neighbor, encased in her own enchanting column of light. Their eyes meet and their smiles widen. Each woman in her column begins to joyfully twirl and spin. Once all of the women are spinning, the columns gravitate toward each other and merge into one great column, one great gathering. The beauty of the light is astounding, the brilliance of the smiles astonishing! The women are no longer alone and in pain but merged as collective joy.

There will be a global cleansing of tears, I was told. As each woman hears the message of her part in the global transformation and understands the implications of leaving the old ways behind—what can appear as “sacrifice”—she will cry. Masses of women will begin crying when they face this understanding. And these tears, this mass crying, will cleanse the Mother Earth and perform a restorative, healing function. This in turn, will bring back the remembrance of a joy that has long been forgotten. A joy stored so deeply in the heart that it was as lost—the sacred joy of the Great Mother.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Speaks 1

White Buffalo Calf Woman first appeared to me in 2006 with a series of messages that she instructed me to send out to my sisters--all women of the world. This is the first one; it is intended for your eyes.

"I am the one of the one of the One. You are the daughter of the daughter of the One. You are the one to bring forth the light. Tell this to all your sisters, for you are the ones to bring it forth.

"My energy is returning to this world. Together we will return the Sacred Feminine energy to its fullness. This fullness will be joy, compassion, love, gentleness, wise use of power, and at times, severity (the moons pass quickly now, and you must journey with the fearlessness of mother bear). Be in your power. Be not afraid to be who you are. Speak with others with knowing.

"I am as the buffalo—once strong and covering the plains of the Mother Earth, then weakened and taken, dying away. But now it is time to return to fullness. As the buffalo multiply, so shall my power. As awareness returns to the people, so shall the Sacred Feminine cover the Earth, the Great Mother Earth!"

In this first message White Buffalo Calf Woman tells us that her energy, the Sacred Feminine, is returning to the Earth. She reminds all women that we are the ones who will create peace and balance on the Earth--through gathering together and through living in the Feminine Principle. (To learn more about WBCW, see my previous post titled "White Buffalo Calf Woman.")

Music of the Heart

In the spring of 2007, I received a series of visions of women creating peace. This was one of the most unusual.

A drop of water falls from the heavens into the ocean, creating a radiating ripple. The ripple turns into a spiral, which gently travels downward into my surprised heart. My heart is then transported from my body to the bottom of the ocean where its roots are planted shallowly in the sand; it is still beating. My heart slowly opens wide and from it arises a green, trumpet-shaped blossom with pointed, iris-like leaves. From my heart, then, another divides and moves perhaps ten feet across the ocean floor, where it shallowly takes root. And from it arises a second green trumpet blossom. Then another heart does the same; the process repeating itself until the line of hearts extends beyond my line of sight. This endless row of beating hearts attracts many small, shiny fish who weave in and out of them. They swim on and on, in and around.

Suddenly, as if planned in advance, sounds burst forth from each trumpet in succession and billow up through the water to the surface, each leaping into the sunny, blue air as wonderful musical notes I have never heard before. They are notes that sound like music of the heavens— so pleasing it instantly creates ecstasy in the soul of the ear upon which it lands. As the notes ring out, little drops fall from them into the water, spiraling down to land around the hearts as pearls. More and more sea creatures feel the call of the hearts. They arrive in brilliant colors, swimming and dancing around the hearts. Fish rush to the surface and leap joyfully from the water to catch the sun’s shimmer on their scales. They dip back down, only to vault to the surface once more.

Next, an ochre-colored cloth appears between the sun and the ocean, floating and billowing in the sky. It casts a wonderful golden-red tone over everything under it. The water turns golden, even the sea creatures look golden—the hearts and trumpet blossoms also. Families come walking along piers that stretch out over the ocean and look at their golden-red arms and laugh. They look up searching for the source of this wonderful color, and spying the cloth, are enchanted. They can see the blue sky peeking around the borders of the cloth and are not afraid. Quickly, another cloth attaches itself to the first, then another attaches to the second, and so on, until the expanse of cloth forms a belt around the globe. It turns around the earth as a Ferris wheel turns on its axis. Everyone is delighted, laughing and motioning to each other as they slip off the edge of the pier in to the water. The sea creatures welcome the people, and the people, especially the children, greet them with delight in return in this scene of playfulness and golden harmony.

Resting in the Heart

In the spring of 2007, I had a series of visions of women creating peace. I share them here so that they might bring you a sense of peace, hope, happiness, and connection with the Sacred Feminine. The following is one of joy.

A large, deep bell begins to ring in an open tower above an old, spacious stone-paved plaza in a European city. Several streets radiate from the plaza, like the spokes of a wheel. The ringing of the bell startles a flock of white doves, which take flight, fluttering up around the ringing bell. They don't leave, but descend into the plaza where a lone woman stands. She laughs familiarly as they come to her. She reaches out her hands to welcome them and they alight on her arms, shoulders, and one simply perches on her head! Some land at her feet, bobbing and cooing around her. She giggles like a child overcome with delight. As if on cue, giggling children begin spilling into the plaza from the radiating streets and surround the woman and the doves. The woman smiles at them. She takes a dove in her hands, kisses it on the back of its head, and releases it into flight. As she does this, a luminous wave of joy bursts forth from the dove and washes over her and the children. As it passes through each child, joy and delight bubble up within them as musical laughter. Giggling, they each lovingly pick up one of the doves and cradle it as they run into the streets from which they came.

They each return to their own neighborhoods where they stand in the middle of the narrow streets, still giggling and laughing with utter joy. The neighborhood women lean out windows and doors, drawn by the laughter. The child looks up at them, then kisses the dove he or she holds on the back of the head, as they have seen the woman do, and releases it. As before, a clear wave of joy bursts forth from the dove and washes over everyone. Now the whole neighborhood erupts in joyful laughter! It ripples through the city as each woman in each neighborhood experiences the depth of joy that bubbles up from her being.

As the laughter settles down into a deep sense of peace and contentment, they each nod to the child in gratitude as the child skips home. The smiling women withdraw into their homes to sit with this new experience, this new sense of joy and deep peace. They are awed at the profundity of it and want assurance that it will endure, not pass away as quickly as it arrived. As they look within themselves, each one is surprised to discover a dove resting in her heart. After a moment, each realizes that, yes, this dove will indeed stay. It is now part of her, and the joy and peace with which it imbues her are hers to pass on to her family, to her friends, and to the world.