We didn’t “get” war.
We were all about connection.
I can no longer remember who was male or who was female,
that first time.
When we first met. It
was at the very beginnings of what we called “the people.” Each tribe called themselves “the people.” But we know there was only one “people.” All people were one. Everything of the ground and air was
one. Even the stars were one with
us.
We played serious games as children. Asking the plant for their gifts. Tasting the gifts. Learning with each day.
Our tribes saw the connection between us. They left us alone. We brought the knowledge of the plants back
to our tribes. Our tribes became one
tribe.
They became healthier and stronger.
We established rituals together for the taking of the sacred
plants, the plants that helped us to see more clearly. It helped others to listen to the
plants.
We learned how to use the plants and ground stones to heal. The sacred plants helped our hunters to find
game, to learn new ways to hunt. To enrich
our lives with much needed protein.
We became we more open and compassionate to other tribes and
taught them our skills of healing and hunting.
We played music and danced.
Eventually we found sexual awakening and found the ecstasy and pain of
new life growing within, and without.
Members of many tribes came long distances to learn from
us.
We grew old together.
There was also much we couldn’t control.
The weather became difficult. The summers were colder and the plants could
not grow well. The winters grew even colder. Food became scarce. Tribes started traveling South or East or
West. The North, toward the Pole Star, was
colder.
We were very old by then.
We had lived many moons past most.
We knew this was a gift to the tribes.
But, the wearing out of the body became too much of a burden.
We decided not to travel with the tribe. A group of 6 young ones were left to care for
us in that last winter. They had enough
food and wood to last the winter and then to travel South when the cold broke.
We knew when we were ready for our return to Source.
Together, we performed one last ritual, and we all drank the
sacred tea. Then, laying down, we held
hands, and left this world together.
Fully knowing that this was just the first of many lives
together.
We have found each other again and again since then.
Sometimes, I despaired of finding you ever again.
Sometimes, we found each other again as children.
Sometimes, it was many years before we grew enough to see
clearly.
When we saw clearly, we understood the unfolding of the
world takes place exactly as it needs.
Seeing clearly allowed compassion and patience.
Now I have found you again.
Thank you.
You are a sacred gift.
