I think that telling a story that you have inside and no one knows but you and your spirit guide is good medicine. The few I have, I like to relate to you, especially young ones, ( that comes from a school bus driver ( at 72 ) ha ha ) so they won’t be lost.
Vision Quest preparation took me about three months, fasting, praying and so on. When my teacher thought I was ready I was sent up on the “mountain”. I didn’t matter if it was cold and snowing, it was time.
I guess I was lucky…
Added by Chris Durbin on September 1, 2016 at 7:50am — No Comments
I want to tell you this story. It's going to be short.
Grey Antelope liked to sit and beat on his drum and tell stories, especially to children. One evening he told a medicine story about being at a lake side somewhere and talking to the fish, praying and singing when all of a sudden thousands and thousands of fish poked heir heads out o the water and greeted him. He looked a us with that look of his and asked if we believe him? Of course we believed him.
I wanted to pass this on…
Added by Chris Durbin on August 24, 2016 at 3:35pm — No Comments
I have a hard time catching up to Clif's mind sometimes even though I've been following him at halfpasthuman since 06. Interesting stuff to wrap your head around. Today's essasy:
Time has it's hooks in you.
Well, rather the 'time' of your previous life has you by the short and gnarlies. Feel drawn to a previous age? Have a strong sense of yourself in some other family in some other century? Ever feel like you were born out of 'your' time?
Of course you are!
Added by Chris Durbin on August 16, 2016 at 7:08am — No Comments
Sometime in the 80’s Carl ( my teacher ) Judy ( my wife ) and I took a trip to New Mexico to visit Grey Antelope on the Santa Clara Reservation. When you first meet him he looks at your heart Charka very closely, and if you pass inspection he will talk to you. Actually Grey antelope laughs a…
by Pamela Jensen ©1998
On unsteady feet, Gray Antelope, medicine man, walked in the White Mist World, images from the earth world flying past him out of the fog. All manner of things, four-legged, two-legged, winged-ones, swirled and flowed around him. Pictures flashed by him, breaking into pieces and reforming as if he were in the center of a kaleidoscope. A Pronghorn antelope came bounding out of the mist, its sleek body dancing gracefully, its dark…
When Twyla was doing her intensives in the Buffalo, New York area she would have all her students up at dawn greeting the Sun. She beat on her drum while having everyone pray.
Ho Great Mystery.
We awake to another Sun,
Grateful for gifts bestowed
Granted one by one,
Grateful for the…