From a very early age, 5, I have had several out of body experiences where in times of loneliness and despair my spirit would leave my body and fly over a large body of water and eventually I would come to a plains tribal village.
It was an autumn day, I could see many tepees in the village. The village was nestled on the banks of a river, above the village were rolling hills with tall pines, to the west was the river were the bluffs that were carved the river meandered through the rolling hills of the prairie. In the center of the village, was a giant warrior. He was waving to me, calling out, over here, over here, so there I went.
Once inside the village, I was taken inside the lodge where a woman was there waiting for me. She took care of me. At that age, she was a mother to me. As I grew older, I believe she is my spirit or soul mate. She has never left me.
In the 2nd grade, while studying the Bible in Catholic School I was again to the tribal way of life. We were studying the Biblical verse about those who live in Harmony with the Creator's Laws were disease free. I had my 2nd vision.
In this vision, I saw a tribal chief, leading his people across the great pairie, a sea of lush green grass, meandering rivers and rolling hills. It was midday, The sky was blue and the sun shone bright. The people were happy.
In my 3rd vision, I saw myself as a tiny point of light in the Western Reigon of the USA. I saw this spec of Light move to Yosemite. Once there, this spec of Light grew into a giant sphere of Light that went from Yosemite to the Four Coners area. From this moment on, I started walking my spiritual path.
I asked the Creator for a specific sign. A house in Mariposa became available. Within a few months, I had moved to Mariposa. Mariposa is the gateway to Yosemite. I fell in LOVE with Yosemite. Mariposa is Spanish for butterfly and butterfly is the symbol of transformation and transformed I would become.
In my 4th vision, I was wit the Creator. We were over looking the Merced River, (The Lady of the River of Mercy) at the "Wendy Point" overlook. At this point begins the most dangerous rapids in the Western Region of the USA. In less than a quarter mile, the river drops from 4,000 feet (+-) to around 1,800 feet (+-).
The Creator said, "This is what we are going to do to you,." Like a piece of driftwood, I would be smashed against the rocks, pulled under by the current's force, gasping for air, again and again until finally I would emerge, floating without a care, basking in the sunlight on the placid river of mercy. Shortly thereafter, I began hearing the angels signing my name. I wrote the poem, "Come to the Mountains With Me."
In Yosemite, I had to see Wawona. When I was 10, I wrote my first poem. It was entitled "Wawona" ("I love ever inch of you."). This poem was inspired by a Jack London book. I was saddened when I read about the lumberjacks cutting down the majestic Giant Sequoias. I stood before the Grizzly Giant, a tree so large that it would probably take about 60 adults holding hands to encompass its base. The tree is 2,700 years old.
In Yosemite, I befriended the mountains lions. They came to meet me. They slept on my front porch, on my cars and would sunbathe in my front yard. This brought the elders of the local Miwok tribe. Yosemite was a nightmare, everyone was wicked. They loved the beauty of Yosemite, but not the solitude of living in the wilderness. I decided to started walking a tribal path.
Again I was asked for a sign. This time I heard a giant sequoia call out to me for over 80 miles away. I told my friend, who is Cherokee, that the tree was calling me, so off we went. This was a few days after Memorial Day weekend. We were at the very spot during the weekend and it was crowded. This day is was quiet. As I stopped my car and went to step outside, I looked where I was about to place my foot and saw several tiny arrowheads.
I decided to start following the tribal way of life with all those signs. I went and saw a local tribal shaman and I received my 2nd baptism, a baptism into a tribal way of Life. I went searching for people who believed as I did. I moved from Yosemite to New Mexico. The very first book I was given upon my arrival was "The Soul of an Indian. Another Lakota book of wisdom & culture.
During this years vision quest, the warrior of my childhood vision has made his presence know to me, the brave who was calling out to me is, "Crazy Horse".Therefore, the "Whispers of the Lakota" is placed High upon my altar honoring Crazy Horse's whisper to me at that early age and throughout my life.
During the Harmonic Convergence, someone in Mount Shasta suggested that I read the Urantia Book and within 10 hours this copy was placed in my hands. It survived a house fire.
In the last 10 years, the Essene Gospel of Peace came into my life. The most important gospel Jesus ever gave and IT IS NOT IN THE BIBLE.
When I shared this Gospel with Melissa, 5th generation relative of Sitting Bull, that's when she said to me; "Jesus is not the Problem." and began calling me "The Catholic Who Loves the Lakota."
Yes, my dear brother Crazy Horse, I have heard you.