Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Final Entry
This vision started out February 17, 2008, when I asked the Great Spirit of Life to give me a vision. What came to me was this flag for the women of Juarez, which was a picture of the Immaculate Conception which was made up of small pink crosses, sewn with prayers. Pink crosses represent the murdered and missing women from the factories along the Mexican border. They also represent women and children in conditions of poverty equaling slavery throughout the world.
There has been a struggle that I have been devoted to since 1981, when my dreams and visions led me to the Four Corners area where I met Grandfather Thomas. I met him when I heard him speaking about things that I had seen in my dreams and visions for the months before I came there. So I must bring this up as I consider it of the greatest importance that it be included in my final entry. Please help stop the land in the Four Corners area from being mined. According to the Hopi prophecy, your children’s children’s children will remember you for this with gratitude.
I started this blog also to show the struggles of one American who has no high school diploma or GED. I bring up my education in the hope of showing that it doesn’t take education to seek truth or higher consciousness. It does, though, require sincerity and tenacity to overcome fear and prejudices. I have found in this journey that finding true reality lies in continuous breathing, continuous change, and not holding on to anything.
After I delivered the flag, I had a new vision: a 9x12-foot flag (the dimensions aren’t important) also sewn with prayers and meditation, with a 6-foot hole in the center. When you look through the hole, you see the creator’s art work, you see creation.
In closing, I have these last two things to say. A woman asked me what kind of prayer she should do. Maybe I can’t answer that directly, but I’ll give a prayer that I aspire to. The prayer goes like this: Great Spirit of all heaven and earth, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, light. Where there is sadness, joy. Great Creator, grant that I should not seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love, for it is in giving that we receive and in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born into eternal life. This is my version of the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. Finally, as I look through the center of the flag, I see myself.
Hökto.
There has been a struggle that I have been devoted to since 1981, when my dreams and visions led me to the Four Corners area where I met Grandfather Thomas. I met him when I heard him speaking about things that I had seen in my dreams and visions for the months before I came there. So I must bring this up as I consider it of the greatest importance that it be included in my final entry. Please help stop the land in the Four Corners area from being mined. According to the Hopi prophecy, your children’s children’s children will remember you for this with gratitude.
I started this blog also to show the struggles of one American who has no high school diploma or GED. I bring up my education in the hope of showing that it doesn’t take education to seek truth or higher consciousness. It does, though, require sincerity and tenacity to overcome fear and prejudices. I have found in this journey that finding true reality lies in continuous breathing, continuous change, and not holding on to anything.
After I delivered the flag, I had a new vision: a 9x12-foot flag (the dimensions aren’t important) also sewn with prayers and meditation, with a 6-foot hole in the center. When you look through the hole, you see the creator’s art work, you see creation.
In closing, I have these last two things to say. A woman asked me what kind of prayer she should do. Maybe I can’t answer that directly, but I’ll give a prayer that I aspire to. The prayer goes like this: Great Spirit of all heaven and earth, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, light. Where there is sadness, joy. Great Creator, grant that I should not seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love, for it is in giving that we receive and in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born into eternal life. This is my version of the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. Finally, as I look through the center of the flag, I see myself.
Hökto.
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