The seventh volume in the series of poetry ‘Songs for Michael’ by Gay A. Wright

Goddess, Dragons and Warriors, Coming Home

Section one:

Goddesses --

Mother Earth manifested

into physical reality

Section two:

Dragons --

The source and giver of energy,

The carrier of the life force

Section three:

Warriors –

The keepers of the Truth,

Guardians of the sacred ground

Section four:

Coming Home

To where the heart is

This volume contains offerings for

Goddesses, Dragons and Warriors

And has Inspirational gifts from

Earthbound star people

Forward:

From the authors' pen....

Truth comes is many forms and looks different

to each one of the players in the game of life.

It is the portion of the grand illusion we believe

to be our own, and so it is.

Truth can be told in the reality of common

English, but then it also can be told in fable form,

Altered by the style, the story of life becomes

Fiction to the reader.

All of my poetry, and now the longer prose in this

Volume is the continuing journal of my life.

Told from my perspective, sometimes embellished in the format

Of the old fairy tale.

These are the parts of my life offered by

Goddesses, Dragons, and Warriors;

All pieces of the whole puzzle sandwiched into

A reality of their own, but truth nonetheless.

In addition to these, are inspirational offerings of

Poetry written for me by earthbound star people,

All these my good friends,

Debby,

Cynthia,

And John the druid poet

We're all been Goddesses, Dragons, and Warriors

Together before.

GODDESSES

~~~~~

Mother Earth manifested into physical reality

A group of us went camping at the Quiet Valley Ranch in Kerrville.

This magical tale is told in the primal language style of Fred DeWolfe.

I attended a workshop of his and couldn’t resist the chance to use it

September 5, 1991

ON GODDESS HILL

The Goddesses of the triple divinity

Convened again in the Kerrville hills,

West Texas, Labor Day of 1991

First to arrive was the fiery Pele from Delphi,

Holding the ground taunt with Dodonas' musician

The oracle, Jimo, embodied this time in male attire.

They both looked for the Fair Swan Woman from Ammon

To complete the trinity. They waited until the moon,

A carnelian slice of waning glory had risen.

She came over the eastern horizon through the thunder and

Flashing arrows of Or. Accompanying her, scarcely between

Introduction and intimacy, was the choice of her affection.

They congregated again, as they had in June, under

The enchanted spell of illusionary dreams

To sit once more in council at Goddess Hill.

A place known as the 'Crows Nest' in times previous to these.

They filled the space with sacred energy, broadcasting

It across the valley in waves of spiraling light.

The satyr was the first to answer the call.

Cloven of hoof, horned of head and covered with black hair

He came to Pele with gifts of a previous affection.

He laid his offering of love at her feet, kneeling and bowing

Himself with his devotion. She had him sit down beside her.

She groomed his long hair and platted it in braids.

The second and third were young men who came to be

Counseled in the ways of wisdom and healed of their woes.

This continued with a stream of others for most of the day.

The feast started at the setting sun. The bounty of the harvest

Filled the tables and the appetites of the gathered clan.

The musicians then came with flutes and strings in hand.

They had new songs to try out on the audience assembled there.

Nikkes for 29.95, fire ant songs, Kerrville high,

Vegetable woman and The Great Green Frog, to name a few.

The night melodies magnified as the silver crescent moon set.

The music went on and on into the night, weaving endless spells

Cascading in an uninterrupted variety between the rocky slopes.

The Fair Swan Woman, the spirit of the Triple goddess,

Retired with her virginal lover, the Beaver Man, and with the

Blessing of the divine, consummated their union under the stars.

For three days of glorious splendor the goddesses tended

To the duties of the Oracle. Spiritual bonding,

Healing hearts and dissolving issues of karmic making.

Close to the end of the second day, the whole assemblage from the

Hill made a short journey to the river banks.

Overland they caravanned to the limestone cliffs that banked the Madena.

Under the trees that rose stately green, proud sentinels,

They swan, sunned and played in the emerald water that flowed

Over the smooth rocks and eddied into deep pools.

Tucked way back into the sheltered nook along the River

Of Life they divested themselves of modern garments and

Indulged in the natural the way nature intended them to robe.

Then clouds rolled and rumbled and the lightning bolts flashed.

The breeze kicked up and the rain licked the water in a great

Spattering of cool mountain liquid, but still they all stayed.

The satyr took the goddess Pele to a concealed spot of soft cool

Grass and showed her some of the wonders of his world. She

Smiled and honored him in manner sacred to the blessed Goddess.

The final day brought five young warrior boys into the

Encampment on the hill. They were seeking embellishments for

Their staffs, to take them through the rites of passage into manhood.

The Fair Swan Woman counseled with each one in her chamber

And dressed every staff with magical talismans appropriate to

The needs of each warrior lad and bestowed on them her Blessings.

She sent the young men on their vision quest of life and

They each left the hill holding their staffs high, finding their

Own direction and were soon lost in the haze of the valley below

Time was then spent in planning the next council for the spring

Of the coming year. The stone marker was carved by the Beaver

Man and placed in the middle of the ring where the tents stood.

There they sat in meditation, healing in the wisdom all those

Who assembled in their midst and blessed the closing of

The circle of light with a mighty send off to the Universe.

They departed to the four winds as the rain started to sweep the

Valley with an obscuring falling mist. Each one was filled with the

Elation of the divine magic they wove the past few days.

In the name of the Triple goddess of Or...

The light of the Divine Oneness

The Great Spirit of the sky

When I received gifts for my birthday in March of 91

One of the wonderful offerings that came was this poem from Debbie

SHE

by Debbie Ford

She is Mother

She is Warrior

She is Healer

She is Wisdom

For She has lived before

She is strong

She is brave

She is Spirit

She is Eagle

Taking flight into the dark night

She is Woman

She is Sister

She is Daughter

She is Crone

She is an ancient river flowing

(note: out of this came my reply

in the poem Embodiment of all Women

printed in 'God Always Walks in the Circle of Light')

This was a Christmas gift from Debbie.

She presented this poem to me on the winter solstice

of 1991. She is an ever reminder for me to walk my talk

ANCIENT GODDESS

By Debbie Ford

"Patience brings wisdom,"

She said to me, her words

Flowed effortlessly like

A stream trickling down

From the mountainside.

She is the Woman I call crone,

The Wise Ancient Goddess who

Stands before me, and her soul

Has lived for many centuries -

Never aging, never dying,

Forever living.

She speaks of prophecy through

Song and verse, through paint and canvas.

She is the beacon that has

Guided me to inner sight,

She illuminates the

Darkest corners of my mind.

She is the woman I call Crone

The wise ancient goddess sent

To be the guide that many will follow

Through the journey may be long

She speaks of Oneness and the

Other realms that will bring us

Closer to understanding fully

The multitudinous mysteries of

The Universe.

She is the Woman I call Crone,

The Wise Ancient Goddess who

Stands before me. In her cupped

Hands she holds the Key.

I have known her before and

She has unlocked the Gateways

For me in the past and now

She has given me the Key once

Again to unlock my inner self.

August 8, 1992

What can I say about John my druid poet friend that I haven’t said in previous volumes,

Except these are his vowel and consonant paper flowers he gave me.

I am thrilled to be such an inspiration to a fellow poet and I guess he does deserve a few peeled grapes

THE MIDDLE WOMAN

By John Berry

As painter I would paint you nude and give it to you,

That your grandchildren would see your beauty now.

As sculptor I would carve you in pink marble

That men of other times would lust for you.

As poet, both and neither, I will sculpt you with my words

And paint your naked body with my tongue.

I shall not say:

In their blind innocence, your breasts are the heads

Of two soft-nosed young animals, begging to be stroked.

That girl was you, and I see her, but she is your past.

Sleek-thighed, narrow-hipped, she stands in you,

Her belly smooth as the spring field before the plow.

Neither are you the empty-breasted wise-woman you will be.

Terrible and beautiful I see her stand behind you.

Her elf-locks brush her blue-veined hand resting on your shoulder.

Her calm, strong eyes bless you as her eye-corners

Crinkle in a smile.

Fresh and savory is the fragrance of her sex--

Well apt for pleasure's little death.

But it is you I see most clearly,

The shape of humanity's first deity.

I have seen you carved in stone ten thousand years.

Wide-hipped, strong thighed,

More able than Atlas to bear the world,

Your body shows the lightning-bolt honor-scars of bearing.

Self-owned, you are ruthless and sensual as a cat,

As the fire-light dances on your dance.

Circling the fire to the clack of bones,

You are all women, from the cave-artists till now.

Demure in brown, circling the fountain in your car,

You are All women from my first love until you.

Pirouetting in the doorway, naked Bacchante,

You are all Women, past, present, and future.

When you lift your breasts and your nipples beckon

I see the Goddess statue of Minoan Crete,

Crowned with serpents and the moon.

Worship yourself in my worship, Venus, ripe and beautiful,

Do not discount yourself with the world's discounting.

Honor yourself in the Mysteries' honoring,

Demeter, mother of wheat,

Do not disregard yourself with the present's disregarding.

Value yourself with your value before fatherhood was known,

Do not cheapen yourself with the Father's cheapening.

And each man will follow you, as I, to sleep curled as a seed --

Dreaming in your sacred earth till Spring brings us to wakening.

Cynthia wrote this for me, another gift of magic

May 9, 1992

LADY OF THE CRYSTALS

She knows her place

The lady of the crystals

The keeper of the tribe

Gathering the tools of her trade

For the time has come

And she knows.

She feels the tide

Running in her blood

Re-awakened and attuned

From knowledge gained

In centuries now past

And she knows.

She reaches your soul

And pulls you close

She knows you are a part of her

Hoping to connect once again

That which was once One

And she knows.

She's the Lady of the Crystals

And she knows.

Lissa was a sweet girl from our poetry group that sought counsel and comfort

June 26, 1992

LISSA'S HELIX

You phoned one splendid sunny day

We talked about not truly finding our inner self

You read me your latest poetry

I listened to your brilliance shine forth

You were questioning your inadequates

And wishing to find the elusive energy helix.

I validated your presence by showing you

The helix was already shining bright within your heart

I could see the light glowing in your smile

And told you how much I valued our friendship.

Then I realized I had told you what I also needed to know myself

For in validating you for your qualities you could not see

I validated myself as well for what I concealed from me.

Section two

DRAGONS

~~~~~~~

The source and giver of the energy,

The carrier of the life force

Trilogy of the Metal Dragon is truth told in a fable style poetic metaphor story form about the love affair with my Aries friend and lover, my girl friend the Black widow also the goddess on the pedestal and brings in the next man in my life, The Beaver Man. If you have read the other poetry volumes you are familiar with the situation and chain of events. I am a Metal Dragon in Chinese astrology and he is an Earth Rat while the black widow remains a black widow.

October 6, 1990

Part 1 of the trilogy

THE DRAGON AND THE RAT

A LOVE FABLE OF MODERN TIMES

The metal dragon lived in a comfortable lair,

In the high northern country nestled in the trees

Close to the edge of a misty amethyst lake.

Her lover, the earth rat, an energetic sort seeking

Adventure long ago, had sojourned into her realm,

When time was shrouded by nonexistence.

He journeyed to see her often. He loved her

And made her happy while he was with her,

But the hours always seemed to pass too swiftly.

The earth rat's time was at a premium, and he never

Could stay long enough to heal the aching heart

Of her unfulfilled karmic emptiness.

She desired to make the earth rat her mate,

For she loved him with a fiery passion that

Rose from the smoldering depths of her soul.

She pressed him with her poetic style,

Each time they were together for an answer

To her unrelenting quest, but he only smiled charmingly.

Early in the fall one year, on the night of the

Full Piscean moon, he finally answered her query,

With not what she wanted to hear.

Telling her he could not promise her the

Silvery moon of his future, for it was already

Held in the hands of the oriental water dragon.

She lived in his realm close to the emerald sea

In the southland. She tended to his financial

Affairs and swept his nest daily.

This so wounded the metal dragon's pride,

That she withdrew into her Cavern, puffing

And blowing smoke rings over her momentary defeat.

Still angry the next dawn, she slid into the

Cool lavender lake for a few backstrokes just

As the sun rose over the foggy serene waters

She steamed up the air, brain storming and considering

Her options. With the supply of eggs in her love basket

Getting low, she could always go egg gathering.

No wonder she always kept coming up hungry with

Only one egg left. Maybe a more diverse assortment

Would serve her appetite better.

Then she contemplated the thought of flipping

The earth rat over on his back with her long bronze tail

And singeing the fur off his fuzzy buns

But, discarded that notion, for even though she

Was furious right now, she loved him dearly, and really

Didn't want to fry his ass with her flaming breath.

After a few more thought filled laps around the lake

She emerged from the now lukewarm water,

With the light of astute understanding shining in her eyes.

How simple the answer was! The overwhelming energy

Of his Scorpio nature required more than one kind of

Dragon, with varying qualities to satisfy him

If the water dragon reigned over the earth rat's nest

In the south land, guarding his gold and was happy

To share in his earthly possessions, so be it.

But, the metal dragon now knew she had the far greater

Advantage, for she already had the best.

Having more of him would not be better, only different.

She already held the heart of the precious earth rat,

Carried the keys to their spiritual treasures,

And shared with him in the flowing energy of light.

So now, she could kick back and enjoy their time.

Spending it in bonding the love of their relationship

And continue with the divine order of things.

She would not worry how their future would evolve,

And she would forget all about the egg gathering,

Tail lashing, fire breathing, and rump roasting nonsense.

Conclusion:

Being this is a true fable, there is also a moral therein.

You can draw your own conclusion to the truth.

But, here is my speculation...

It may not always be our societies conventional

Relationship that is for the best,

But, it's where the heart is held, that counts.

For he who has the gold may make the rules,

But, he who holds the heart is the happiest.

This is not the end, only the beginning.

Trilogy of the Metal part two

The Metal Dragon and the Black Widow

The summer passed while the Metal Dragon sat in her comfortable lair.

She gazed across the serene misty lake, content with her thoughts of love for the earth rat.

Her heart was happy as she day-dreamed little fantasies and sweet rememberances of their passion.

She was completely oblivious to the war that raged in the south.

"Well, guess what!" said the black widow as she pranced lightly across her web,

Leaving it undulating in her wake as she teetered ever so gently on the edge.

She baited the conversation by continuing, "Have you heard the latest about the earth rat?"

She slowly descended on a thin glistening thread and dangled in front of the

Metal Dragon's nose with anticipation.

The Metal Dragon eyed the black widow cautiously out of the corner of her half closed eyes.

This little spider friend was always bouncing into her life with all manner of news and tales

And she could never be sure what truths or fabrications were woven into the news she bore.

"Do tell", said the metal dragon, considering she had not seen or heard

From the earth rat during the last six moon passes.

The black spider had perked her interest and brought her contentment to a halt.

The metal dragon rose and leaned forward with her full attention on her fuzzy compatriot,

Softly swinging her to and fro with her warm breath.

"Well, it seems", said the Black Widow, "several traveling musicians stopped by on their

Way through the high northern country and told me of the unrest by the emerald sea."

The spider went on to tell her that the realm of the earth rat was under siege and he had barricaded

Himself in his fortress, barely keeping the broom of his mate the Water Dragon off his shoulders and back.

She had attacked him with the fury of an enraged lioness. It seemed the magpie came calling on

The water dragon while she was tidying the earth rats' nest and counting his treasures.

He told her, in his busy body way, a tale of epic proportion. According to the magpie,

The earth rat had been tarrying longer than he should on this travels in the north and was

Nestling on occasion under the silvery moon with more than one northern dweller.

Apparently the earth rat's wanderings were extensive and he made his way, not only to the

Metal Dragons' lair in the high northern country, but also to the desert country home of the little gopher

And the squirrels nest in the tall tree forest and had even managed to sail across the inland

Sea beyond the marshes to visit of the famed gator lady and her sisters.

With this news the metal dragon deliberated on the time she had introduced the earth rat to

This woolly spider when they had picnicked in the meadow last spring.

She knew she believed the spider woman, because she now realized she had overlooked

The fact the earth rat had drooled a little too much when he smiled at her voluptuous legs.

She wasn't surprised to learn he had also scurried after her, after all the black widow did have eight.

It didn't take much for this fluffy tidbit to entice him into her web, just a flick of her finger

And the wiggle of her little red corset seems to have done it.

This troubled the metal dragon greatly. In her mind she wanted to carry his heart on a spiritual level

And found instead he had misconstrued their love and was bound up in his physical issues.

It was clear to the metal dragon she would be better off to wash her hands of these two

And let the earth rat get his lumps from the water dragon in the south, and the black widow

To weave her web of deceit in another part of the forest.

"I guess you have revealed your true nature to me, my little black friend. I forgive you for your

Karmic ways and leave you to work on the issues of your own making. I caution you to be

Careful of how you treat the friendship of a metal dragon." With that the dragon lady left the black widow

Bobbing precariously up and down on her silken thread and slid into the lake,

"Do not entangle more than yourself in your web of devious intentions,

Or you may find yourself without anyone to call a friend."

That night as the stars shown brightly, the dragon lady was plagued by dreams and visions of the war.

She clearly saw though the fraudulent intentions of the earth rat. She saw the smoke that billowed

In the air and covered the raging fire that came from the water dragons arsenal of weapons.

His mate had laid his sexual deeds bare, not to mention his hide.

The metal dragon had offered him her love and heart in purity.

He had been caught by his dishonorable actions, and was getting his due.

He had been untrue, not only to himself but, to both dragons.

It hurt her to know that he had professed love deceptively to nestle by her side.

The vision opened the truth. The clarity of the whole affair appeared before her

And as the image of the earth rat slowly dissolved into a transparent puff of smoke,

The pain stung her heart with a thousand piercing swords.

Although he had given her his calling card, she didn't remember

The letters S.O.B after his name. Maybe they were written too

Small to read, and anyway, she didn't have the card anymore

Because he had taken it with him the last time he left.

So, it seems the earth rat was just that, a rat.

And the Black widow was just that, a flirtatious spider, preferring

To prey on her friends' lovers rather than her own.

And the water dragon was just that, a jealous mate.

The Metal Dragon considered herself to be lucky to see the whole scenario

For it really was and to be out of the picture.

She rose the next day and went for her morning swim in the lake.

She washed the whole affair from her life. As much as the newly uncovered truth stung,

She knew it was better for her soul growth to leave them behind to deal with their own issues.

She healed her heart in the wisdom as she reflected on how the spiritual growth

Of her friends had been clouded by their physical entanglements and it saddened her

To know she had been caught up in the triangular game.

She spent the rest of the summer sheltered in the peace and quiet of the semi-woods in the northern country

And cleansing her soul by swimming in the refreshing misty amethyst waters.

She looked forward to the future what new adventures the coming fall would unfold.

End of part two

The story continues in part three

The Metal Dragon and the Beaver Man

Trilogy of the Metal Dragon

part three:

The Metal Dragon and the Beaver Man

After her experience with the Earth Rat the Metal Dragon wiled away the rest of the summer,

Living alone, tending to dragon things and keeping her lair comfortable and warm sheltered

In the peace and quiet of the semi-woods in the northern country.

She wondered what new adventures the coming fall would unfold and started to look forward

To the time when she would venture out again into the crisp autumn air.

One day, while the sun cruised high in the blue sky, she was out gathering eggs and she found she had

Wandered further past the point she normally walked. She found herself close to the head waters

Of the river that feed the amethyst lake with a fresh supply of water.

She stopped and watched an industrious beaver constructing dreams

Into a dam across the stream. She inquired of him,

Why his artistic abilities were so, because she didn't understand.

He invited her to sit by his side on the grassy knoll along the water’s edge.

She found him a curious sort and how he smiled a little sadly.

She was in no hurry, for she didn't have anything else on her agenda and since he peaked her dragon energy,

She couldn’t think of anything that was more important than what was going on right them.

So the metal dragon tarried by the river and walked with the Beaver Man

On the green expanse along the strand. They played along the shores of his dream time.

She listened to his tale and offered her hand in friendship.

He told her he had lived in the land of the Sioux, far to the west along

The snow clad edges of the Eagle Mountains.

He had lost his family and now sought to rebuild his life and construct a dam of solitude.

However, he was having trouble finding the right bonding materials as they kept washing away.

She listened to his tale and offered her hand in friendship

They spent time together in the early fall before the frost tipped the edges of the leaves with gold and amber.

She was taken by his quiet strength and gentle manner. He selected the finest herbs and tender shoots

From the boggy marsh and prepared a buffet to lunch on while they read each other poetry.

He gave her challenging quests that stirred her mental energies, and she met them with gusto.

She gave him the tremendous comfort of her encompassing nature and brightened his life

And helped him release the sadness he carried. The beaver man, in the meantime, saw through the mask

She built around her recently wounded heart and plucked the damaged armor plates off piece by piece.

The brisk winds of autumn shook the leaves from the branches,

Scattering them under the trees in crunchy piles.

The lake misted almost every night filling the morning sky with crystal droplets of dew.

It was then she asked him if he would like to hibernate for the winter in her quarters.

There they could continue their soul growth and explore the building of a valued relationship

On both the physical and spiritual levels.

Keys to the spiritual treasures are nice to have if well intended, but a relationship that offers both avenues,

Seemed much better especially when reciprocated by each other.

So they settled in the cave by the banks of the amethyst lake.

He kissed her tenderly and they made love under the sleeping bear blanket of timelessness.

He told her he loved her and she was the fair swan woman of his soul dreams .

This filled her egg gathering basked to overflowing. She knew it was true,

Because of his deeply caring and tender ways.

Gently the metal dragon stroked the beaver mans furry chest with her long bronze tail as they lay

Curled in the serenity of their mutual adoration. She loved him too, for she recognized him as the

One she had been waiting an eternity for to return to her life.

Good things always come to those who live the light. She had been shining hers for a long time

Into many dark nights waiting for him to find the beacon that emitted from her soul.

She was happy to find him and enjoyed his company as they sat under the trees. They walked in the park

And went on excursions to other parts of the forest to visit friends and attend functions.

Soon, however, the Beaver man seemed troubled and restless. As the dawn of the winter solstice

Approached he told her he could not stay. The Metal Dragon could not understand why

He was so sad or why he rejected her love.

He let with only a small bundle of things as the thin wispy sun rose behind the mist

And retreated into is isolation by the head waters of the upper lake.

He constructed his dam of solitude and built his space out of old materials he found.

His light managed to shine dimly through cracks of the mud and sticks of his separatism.

The wind blew intermittent cold and icy gusts out of the north and sporadically rustled

The leaves around the edges of his closed door.

He kept in touch with her on occasion by overland messenger through out the winter

And while he Metal Dragon was concerned for his well being said nothing and left him alone.

She kept her light shining brightly in the window just in case he chose to return.

She believed in him completely and knew in her heart they belonged together, but she

Had to leave him to work out the problems of his karmic past and clear

The matters of internal strife that weighted down so heavily on his heart.

One chilly night he called on her and told her the dame he built had washed away

In the wake of a terrible storm and he had no place to stay.

She again offered her shelter to him. He accepted on the condition she would let him stay in

The guest quarters and not bother him until he could fully recover.

This was the answer, or partly, to the request she had been submitting to the Universe.

A second chance to try and build a relationship with the Beaver Man.

She knew he was the builder of dreams and she would wait patiently.

The time came after the Spring Solstice. She had been away from the northern

Country to a gathering of dragons in the east. A time when mystic dragons came together from

Far places to sit in metaphysical council, meditate and dance under the spring moon.

It was an extended trip and the Metal Dragon was gone a long time.

Upon here return the Beaver Man met her at the door to her lair

With a enthusiastic smile and a basket of spring flowers.

They sat and talked away the hours until long after the sun had set.

The Beaver Man inquired if she was tired and what would make her happy.

She said she would like to lay with her head in his lap and rest in the quiet of the evening.

As they did so, the moon rose and cast rays of silvery splendor on the two as

They reposed in the contentment of the mutual company.

The Beaver Man reached out and stroked the Metal Dragon gently

On her side and asked her if she would accept his affection.

That is what the Metal Dragon had asked for in meditation and was

The answer to her clack of bones in the dances to the Goddess above.

A new beginning, a chance to rebuild their relationship of love,

Understanding, sharing and partnership in the future.

She retired with him and returned his affection. She was happy to be in his arms

And feel the warmth of his furry body after a long winter of separation.

That was a start of a number of years living in harmony with each other.

But, then the Beaver Man again grew restless and unruly.

His depression from the past was beginning to creep back into his manners.

His eyes focused on other things that began to cloud his vision. His interests slowly

Separated himself from the Metal Dragon once again he withdrew from their relationship.

The Metal Dragon was not having any part of his new found love affair and

Put him out in the street to fend for himself. It was time to move on with her life

And apparently he didn’t want to be part of it.

So it has come, that the story draws to a close. The Metal Dragon lives alone and

The Beaver Man has disappeared into the pit of his own choosing.

The Earth Rat and the Black Widow have also receded into the past

Just memories waiting to be remembered when the Metal Dragon chooses to think about them.

However, it is not often that the Metal Dragon often takes time to do so.

The Beaver Man hung on the edges of her mind a long time until he too, drifted into oblivion.

There are times when the good memories call a fond remembrance and she checks her soul growth

Against the lessons she learned from all the experiences.

As fables go, she lives happily ever after in the high northern country without the drama and cares of a

Troubled relationship. Residing in her cozy lodge, quietly in the peace and serenity of the woods near the Crystal amethyst lake that carries wispy threads of mist on chilly mornings.

Her interest rose only one time after that to the goddess call when the form of sensual lithe youth

Came calling on her. He touched her on the lips offering her the taste the sweet honey and stirred up the Dragoness Passion within her.

July 1992

A dream to remind me there is more than one way to

Get a message from the Universe about taking on more

Than you can afford and where it is coming from

SPLIT LEVEL NIGHTMARE

Somewhere on a different level of reality

I was trying in vain to fix the hot tub.

Somehow all the financial waters had leaked out

Gone, taking my monetary success with it

Leaving behind an empty container.

The arid wind had whipped the bottom of the wealth barrel dry.

I frantically searched along the incoming water pipes

And for the answer to why I couldn't keep the spa filled.

I found the source of the drain was on an extra support line.

No wonder, the water had all gone out a huge hole.

An over loaded earning housing snapped the pump

And severed the budget lining.

All of this ruptured right after the

Addition of a new attachment tee.

It was difficult to reconnect the flow

As the edge of the break had too many

Non-essential demands put on it

And the jagged remains were worn thin

From over stretching the dollar.

As I worked on restructuring the liquid asset tank

The sky darkened to a sickening green.

I was suddenly faced with four whirling tornados.

They danced menacingly along the horizon.

My God, more issues do deal with and I hadn't

Even reconnected the currency lines.

The spiraling cones tightened, and slowly

Started to advance in my direction.

In a situation like this a piece of the rock

Would have been nice to hide behind,

However the nearest shelter was in some

Partially crumbled buildings nearby.

I struggled to pick up my feet and put them down running out,

I realized I wasn't picking them up or putting them down

Because the lead in my shoes weighed me down.

All I had time to do was dive for cover.

As I plunged into the dust bowl, my face landed in

Nickel and dime chunks of debris on the floor.

The roar that followed was deafening and the wind

Wrenched the bricks out of their cement sockets

And hurled them everywhere at once.

When the storm cleared I cautiously lifted

Up my head and peeked out of my predicament.

Did I make it? Barely. But hey, I was still intact at the core.

A wild dream that paralleled my monetary reality at the time.

I then disconnected the burdened joint from the spa line.

That vastly improved the input of the resources.

Once again the prosperity bubbles have

Resumed their normal circulation.

June 28, 1992

WHAT DREAMS?

You dream of the bachelors that

Dance with the autumn leaves

The old bachelors who smile in the silence

And offer you their blood

You suddenly want to join them

And dance for pennies on the street corners

But no, you explain things by saying

That they are just like you

They are all just waiting for death

Dreams will not alter their fate

You do not want to be touched by their bony fingers

Or hear the screams that come from the bottom of the pit

You want to live past the winter nightmare

And not be witness to the illusion death brings

Section 3

WARRIORS

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The Keepers of the Truth,

Guardians of the sacred ground

A vision message inspired by Jim Eagle Feather

August 8, 1992

KEEPER OF TRUTH

The night messenger of dreams and visions

Comes under the guise of the snowy owl

Silent observation reveals unseen truths

The white winged bearer of signals and omens

He is the shadow that soars in the canyons of the night sky

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men

The owl who hears the beating of the inner heart

He perceives deception and dark ulterior motives

With the keen insight of illuminated night magic

He glides the unseen currents with silent feathers

Far above the canopy of the hushed forest

He brings crystal knowledge to those who can see him

He rides on the edge of the half faced moon

And comes to rest on the eastern rim of the sacred land

He sits on the right shoulder of the Way shower,

Clarity and wisdom the gifts he bears to

Me, ‘Light of the Rising Dawn’

Out of another council conversation with Jim Eagle Feather came this vision

Along with finding my Indian guardian camped on my porch with a message

August 15, 1992

SACRED GROUND

The drum call comes from the land

Of the ancients and lingers in the air.

Drumbeats that pound loudly in the minds

Of the selected few that hears its cadence

And answer the quest of their inner heart.

They are drawn to the sacred shaman ground

By the Indian entity with long plaited hair.

Those that are meant to be there will know

When to gather together and form the circle.

The chosen will come and stand on the edge of the land

And hear whispers of Toweh's voice close to their inner ear

The direction they have been searching for will become clear.

The images to the path of their destiny will be shown to them

By the essence of the red warrior who guards the blessed earth.

The Shoshone brave who sits on the porch of the pipe carrier

The Way shower that chose to guide the illumined from the earth.

The spirit born with two eyes that watches at the gates.

The sacred fire he tends reflects in his coal black eyes

The keeper of the blaze that can see on more than one level of reality.

Those that cloak falsehoods and negative intentions

Will not be able to sit in his presence for long

They will grow restless and uneasy under his divine gaze

The will feel the spear of the Indian guardian

In their side and will flee as the sanctified ground

Sear and burns their feet.

He protects the ground and waits for seekers of truth

He walks the night with his head towering

Above the trees as the man in red skin,

He prowls the daylight terrain as the feline kin,

In the body of the cat covered with pinto markings

He looks to the horizon for members of his tribe

To return to the land of their forefathers

He stands at the crossroads between the physical and higher

Dimensions, and holds the doorway open to the inner soul

He talks to mother earth about the many earth shifting to come

He tells those who search within to adapt to the land where

The wise souls in the understanding will lead them

A northern place where the autumn leaves turn to red and gold.

To those of pure heart he offers safety under the trees

Where the young white owl is sighted building his nest.

The safe resting place for his people of light

A haven for the troubled times that lie ahead.

When the light dawns on the golden age

He will re-emerge into the world and walk the newly

Structured earth as a star child for the new age.

My Indian guardian speaks to me

August 15, 1992

Tasushoeweh (toweh) Speaks

Awaken, your sleeping shaman spirit

Unlock the knowledge held in your care,

For you carry the key of the ancients,

Oh, medicine woman of our common past.

Fill the herb bag with the remedies for the self

Prepare thy soul for the journey

That is not long in coming.

I guard your earthly space and watch

For signs of unrest in the stars.

When the ground shakes and the sky turns to red

The animals will no longer return to feed.

That will be a sign for you to follow

The direction of your heart.

I will speak to you in the rhythm of the wind,

Listen for my voice in rumble of the thunder.

And see the reflection of my face

Momentarily flashed in the crack of lighting

I will guide your feet to the mountains of magic

Where the snow blankets the crest of the hills.

You will be part of a circle that gathers together

One of the wise women with the understanding

I will shelter you from natures wrath and man's negativity.

You gave up your life for me long ago in Egypt

My lesser but most favorite wife

And unselfishly died when I died.

I have now come to protect you,

For I desire that you to continue to live.

I dwell in your soul and walk on your blessed land

As the essence of the red warrior born with two eyes.

Now that you are aware of my presence,

Talk to me with your inner voice

For the time draws near for the pipe to appear to you

Then we will sit in council again within the sacred circle.

On my birthday in March 92, I received a message from the Universe.

My sister of the two moons, Debbie wrote it in the form of poem ,

Aanother gift on my second birthday in a row

SISTER OF THE GATHERING TRIBE

by Debbie Ford

Dark and somber is the night,

Grandmother Moon hangs

High in a deep azure blue sky.

She, the ancient soul of all beings living

Utters not a word,

But yet the silence

Becomes a voice....

"Walk in the path of Love and Light,

Journey into the unknown realms

And let thy kindred spirit be your guide

Come all ye seekers

For I am the sister of the Gathering Tribe”.

Cynthia’s vision, also know in her Indian form as ‘One who dreams like a lizard’

A vision of the past coming into the mind

I envision three riders on different horses

One man sits on a black horse

Another on a white horse with a brown tail

A woman rides with them astride

A painted horse with a white tail

The man on the black horse is struck by an arrow

He crumples over and falls to the ground.

The other two kneel over him and

Give him comfort as he dies.

As his spirit departs, the other two

Feel part of them dies and departs with him.

The arrow stricken man is buried on the mountain side

Two birds, an Eagle and an Owl sit in the trees watching

As the spirit of the man rises so do the birds and they

Fly together with man's spirit and disappear into the east.

I envision the two Indians again,

The man and the woman, when they are aged

The man is in bed sick, close to death

The woman holds his hand and cries.

The Eagle and the Owl fly over head

The old man watches them.

As the birds crest the hills

His gaze meets the woman's eyes

His last earthly sight for his

Life is spent and his spirit rises

And is caught by the Eagle and the Owl

As they fly over once more

They look down upon the dead man

And the collapsed woman by his side

The Eagle lets out a soft cry then

Gglides with the Owl silently as they

Fly west back to the mountain.

Asheville, N. C. March 1992

When met David Lloyd George he gifted me with his wonderful presence

And sang Indian chants to me and played my drum

DAVID'S INDIAN CHANT

The silhouette of the snow goose

Fill the face of the full moon

As she flies northward on outstretched wings

She brushes stardust from comet tails.

Droplets of tears fall from her eyes

Covering the whole earth with soft rain.

The mists of spring that over the ground

Are the healing force of the Great Spirit.

Section 4

Coming Home

to where the heart is

August 23, 1992

HOME

Home is where love lives

It is an attitude of sharing with someone, and others

A place where you can hang your hat and cares

Home can be in a house,

But a house is not home without love

Love of self leads you to love of others

That leads you to love of God

God leads you home

The larger your love grows

The larger your home becomes

Home is an extension of where you are

And how you feel about the space you're in.

Come home, means come to where we can love together

And share the same space in a relationship of understanding

Home can also be a physical place to put your feelings,

Your stuff and your trust in those you have around you.

If you love yourself you can make a home real

Without love the space you're in is only surrounded by empty walls

If you don't love those around you, you're not home.

I'm home,

Come home, to where I am,

Come home, and share love with me.

I know you can find it,

Because I love you -- because you love yourself.