The Hopi spoke of a time, which is now, that we would see the forces of light procreating and expanding their consciousness to all beings. In this, I have been lucky enough these last two weeks to make friends with both an 8 year old and a 9 year old.
The amount of widom they have been transmuting to me as we run through golden fields and sit at banks of rivers eating wild mint has been the healing my heart has been waiting for over the years I have departed from public high school.
What I have experienced in their presence is the keen ability to walk between worlds without vascilating. To be in their presence is to feel the deep connection they have, not only to the spirit world, but also the Earth. They are both Earth Child and Star Child living with parents and surrounded by people who are both prayerful and soulfully living in harmony with Earth.
Yesterday, I arrived on the land of friends to have a 9 year old approach me in absolute confidence.
"I need your help."
"Okay...what is it you need help with?"
" I am preparing a ceremony and I have been told to gather cattails."
It was so matter of fact that I had no doubt as to the truth of both her claims: She was is fact being guided by outside forces and surely, they were teaching her how to pray with the Earth, not only for herself, but for all people. Of course, I put on my jacket and hat to walk over the three hills that led to the marsh where the cattails grew. I saw her deliberately pick out the cattails and give thanks for their life. As the sun began to fade for the day she returned and disappeared into the trees on her property.
Moments later she reappeared, sneaking me into the trees and away from the group in which I was gathered...we emerged in the midst of stripped cattails, fluffy like dandelion seeds, piled high into the sky like a snowy mountain. Breathless for a moment, I felt wonder enter into my being and fill my head with possibilities...and light spread across my face in a smile.
When I looked at the bottom of the billowy hill, I saw a young boy like a wizard, covered in cattails, laughing and smiling joyously as he motioned with his hands to the sky, from his heart to the hill, and finally from the earth up his legs and again to the sky. I looked at my new friend, shiny eyed and smiling back at me, isn't it beautiful? she asked.
I quietly whispered...yes...yes...and yes.
More of these moments have been gifted to me as I let go of the past and sink into the dreams and visions of my friend the 8 year old. She grabs my hand and asks me...do you want to race to the mailbox? Yeah! And away we run. Returning she points to a fence that leads to a pasture...come with me, she invites. I look down at my sari Haloween costume complete with petticoat...awww...I will get stuck on the barbed wire.
She looks at me. Grabs me with both hands. Stares me in the eyes and says with all her heart. I've got you...no matter what...I am here for you. And I believe her...so that seconds later I am stepping through an 8 inch gap with yards of material and indeed she did have me. She brushes aside blackberry bushes and then smiles at me as we see the last rays of the sun peeping over tree tops and spilling like gold onto the yellow cow pasture. Isn't it beautiful, she asks me. Yes. I answer again. Yes. Yes. Let's run she says as she extends her palm to touch mine and away we run to investigate fairy houses and mint patches...to discover skulls and leap over cow patties until joy is running me.
She teaches me to swing under the big walnut tree and we laugh taking turns and inviting the 10 year old standing by to try. All three of us...present in this moment. Still in our gratitude. And the golden light of humanity at peace with each other, the Earth, and taking the time for these sacred simple moments wherein the Creator makes self known beams through the faces of these Rainbow, Crystal, now peaceable Indigo.
And I see the rainbow of possibilities this new generation extend in their smiles, in the light issuing from their eyes...I see the effect of being soulfully raised in healthy human bodies. I see their open hearts, their natural connections, and feel the vibration of harmony as they show me what an integrated 8 octave being truly is.
They show me what it is to be whole and holy. They show me what it is to let go of stories and identities. They show me what it is to be one with all life. It is pure...like the youth who hold my hands and pray earth...it is humble. And I give thanks for my new little teachers and their wisdom that is deeper than my grandmothers...because it is stretching forward into the dream of perfect and perfectability that lie inherent in each one of us...in each beautiful moment...each day...each gift of breath...may we all praise Jah with gratitude of heart and the stillness of divine presence will fill us...