Sitting on the porch taking in the beauty of the star dotted darkness, Four Crows felt comforted by the sounds of the night. The stillness of the surrounding forest accompanied by the nocturnal melodies of its residents serenaded his heart. He always felt at his best in natures embrace. Smiling to the moon he sighed a sigh of release and turned to go inside.
He was looking forward to tomorrow. He was to meet with Kara, who was trained in the art of facilitating past life regressions. He had experienced a past life regression a few years earlier that had changed his life. It had been performed by a friend named Nicole, who was trained by Dolores Cannon. Dolores is considered to be the founder of the process. He hoped that during this new regression, he could end what he believed to be a spiritual contract.
Four Crows had been gifted with an apprenticeship by the Creator of All and was being taught about the internal workings of the spiritual energy within his heart and the illusions beyond. Over the last few years, he had been taught many things and had been allowed to see and pass through openings into places he never knew existed. His journeys had revealed realms beyond the earthly gods and an ocean of Consciousness where formlessness was all there wasn’t. He had viewed it as an enormous living sea yet, he knew it was still only a mere representation of the all-inclusive Consciousness of the Creator of All where everything, both formless and formed, is one.
He had been introduced to a grand posse of friends, guides and deities who visited him in his dreams and in meditations. They had introduced insights that had helped him to remove much of what he had been taught while growing up and had allowed him to see beyond his created boundaries. It had provided an opportunity to investigate and embrace a universe far greater than he had ever imagined.
Consciousness, the Creator of All, had provided healings to some dark places in his soul that he had struggled with most of his life. The healings had removed much of a shroud of regret and shame, yet in spite of his best efforts and his attempts to apply all he had been shown, there still remained a lingering weight of depression. A depression that trailed after him like a shadow. A heaviness of gloom that varied in intensity that resided just beneath the surface.
Since the Creator of All had answered his requests for deliverance and Four Crows had embraced the invitation of an apprenticeship, he had been shown that the depression that haunted his soul was a gift he had chosen. He had chosen it so he would be forced to look past the spiritual amnesia that comes with incarnation, and it was there as a catalyst to prod him to look for spiritual solutions.
Much of the depression was the result of a tragic accident that had happened while his soul was housed within his mother’s womb. An accident at his mother’s hands that had taken the life of his two years older sister Beth. As a forming embryo he had spent seven months gestating in the swirl of her unbearable grief and self-blame. He believed that the neurons formed within him at that time still reflected the sorrow his mother endured and that his ability to produce happier neurons had been compromised.
He had been shown that his depression was more than a physical phenomenon, for him it was a contract of sorts that had been made between his family members for the purpose of helping each of them learn. He had understood the source of his depression on a physical level, but he had never thought of it as an agreed-upon decision. Four Crows now realized that what he had seen as an adversary was instead a misunderstood ally that he had purposely embraced and that without it he would not be able to learn the lessons he had chosen.
This agreement made by the connected souls of his family was designed to help each of them to learn more about the many faceted jewel of emotional energy. This shared sorrow was designed to teach them how to transmute uncomfortableness into usefulness, how to see adversity as instruction, how to use sorrow as a seed to cultivate compassion. It taught them how to see that their own misfortunes are an opportunity to nurture empathy and how to see one’s own failing as a necessary part of living that is needed to birth forgiveness for others and oneself.
Through dreams, meditations and insights Four Crows knew that he had reached an inflection point and that his part of the contract was fulfilled. All of the participants in the agreement had already passed away except for his older sister who was four when the accident happened. His family members had also interacted with him through dreams and reveries, each carrying a message to help him learn.
The visits started with a simple dream. In the dream he was in his living room, and he thought he was awake. As he looked into the kitchen, he saw a mother and her young daughter holding hands. They were just beyond the doorway standing beside the end of a countertop. He knew they were an apparition of some sort, ghosts in his kitchen, but to his surprise, he wasn’t afraid. Instead, he spread his arms wide and opened his hands and implored them not to be afraid, telling them that no one was going to hurt them. He awoke stunned by the encounter and was surprised at his response. At the time he noticed that the cabinet arrangement was different in the dream, it extended farther into the dining area of the kitchen. It wasn’t until three years later, after a kitchen remodel, he realized that the countertop he had built was the same as the one he saw in the dream three years earlier.
The mother and the young girl often appeared in his dreams after that. Sometimes, one or the other would be alone. At times, it was as if they were just watching the dream, not a participant, but still a part of it. In time, he had finally recognized that they were dream symbols that represented his mother, Esther, and his lost sister Becky.
His mother appeared in a dream while she was in the final stages of her descent into dementia and Alzheimer’s. In the final days of her passing she entered a memory loop where she continually relived the moments of the accident. It was living hell for her. In desperation Four Crows conducted a ceremony in the privacy of his home in hopes that he could reunite their spirits so the continual loop of horror would end. He did the ceremony and the loop seemed to subside. Right after that he had an unusual dream.
In the dream his mother was sitting atop a library bookcase holding an open book. She complained about death being a part of life and was angry at the librarian. She threw away the card catalog card she was holding for she was done with this life.
Next Four Crows was in a huge ballroom sitting on the floor with his wife Cheryl. A large group of people were dancing in rank and file, and he commented to Cheryl on how cute the little ones looked for there were children dancing among the adults. There was a large tropical hut at the edge of the dance floor made of bamboo and thatching. It was open like a bar with glasses of beverages sitting on the counter. His attention was drawn to some fronds of thatching that hung down at the northeast corner of the hut and how the wind blew through them. The hut or the significance of the wind had never revealed any of its secrets when Four Crows had tried to follow it through meditation.
He looked to his left and saw that he was sitting beside a small child around two years old. The child didn’t seem familiar so Four Crows moved a bit to his right because she was leaning against him. He turned his head to look back towards the dance floor and two boys appeared in front of him, one about four years old and the other around seven. They looked like brothers, and he asked them if they were. The older boy answered that they were, but they had different mothers, the younger one told Four Crows that he was born a Christian so he would be tough.
The dance ended and Cheryl and Four Crows left the ballroom descending down a long winding stairway leading to a pair of glass doors. Four Crows saw that he was carrying shards of a broken piece of pottery in his hand and thought that he would need to throw them away at some point. He said something to Cheryl, and she gave him her, “You’re such a dork look.” They laughed and he did a little happy Snoopy Dog dance as they left the building.
The dream actually came to pass physically a few days later when Four Crows had an opportunity to help reunite a lost little girl with a sleeping mother.
Cheryl and Four Crows were driving to one of their grandchildren’s events and as they drove up a nearby empty street, they saw a small girl standing beside the street on the curb. She looked to be about two and wore only a soiled diaper. Not seeing any adults, Four Crows stopped the car and got out and walked over to the little girl. She smiled and reached out her hand. Taking her hand, he looked down at her and was awed by her blue eyes. They smiled at him with love, and they melted his heart. As he took her hand, he could see nits in her tangled blond hair. Cheryl joined them, and she started to pick her up, but he warned Cheryl about the nits. Together Four Crows and the girl walked door to door knocking and asking the occupants if they knew where she lived, but none of them did. A lady delivering mail came down the sidewalk and she said that she might live at that house and pointed to a large two-story home.
While Cheryl held the child’s hand, Four Crows rapped on the door. The door opened, and two little boys came out, one around four, and the other was about seven. They obviously were brothers.
“Is this your sister?” Four Crows asked.
“Yes.” Said the oldest boy, “That’s Violet.”
“Where is your mother?” asked Four Crows.
“She is asleep.” answered the oldest boy.
“Well, you need to wake her up.” responded Four Crows.
The door opened farther, and a young male stepped out onto the cement porch.
“Is this your daughter?” Asked Four Crows.
Her father didn’t answer, he told Violet to get into the house and scolded the boys for failing at their job of watching her.
He told Four Crows “Thanks” and closed the door.
Relieved that Violet was home but concerned for her situation, Cheryl and Four Crows returned to their car. On the way to the car, Four Crows did a little Snoopy Dog dance for Cheryl’s sake because it always feels good to do a good deed.
Caught up in the moment it wasn’t until after they were driving that he became aware of how the situation mirrored his dream and how he had always referred to his mother’s Alzheimer’s as if she were a beautiful fading flower and how it paralleled Violet’s name. Four Crows marveled at the impossibility of the event and that he had been given the opportunity to reunite a lost little girl to a sleeping mother. It wasn’t until he had asked his older sister about the color of Beth’s hair that he realized that Beth had blond hair and blue eyes. All the photos he had seen of her had been in black and white and he thought her hair was brunet like his older sister. His mother passed peacefully a few days later.
The next to visit him in a dream was his grandfather. He was riding a skateboard and kept changing hats. He was rolling uphill towards the north, and Four Crows was concerned that he might fall and break his hip. His grandfather laughed at him and told Four Crows that he wanted him to ride the skateboard, but when four Crows started to step onto it, he saw that it was really just a flat wooden board with no wheels, more like a sled. Four Crows tried to ride it, but when it hit a rough patch on the sidewalk, he was thrown off.
In this dream there was a little girl standing on the front porch of a house on the east side of the street. East in a dream is future events for Four Crows and North is always spiritual.
His grandfather’s appearance introduced a stretch of residential homes into Four Crows’ dream world. This group of homes and the street they occupied became the stage for dreams to come. In time, Four Crows recognized that whenever a dream took place on this dream stage, it was somehow related to Becky. The idea of Grandpa wearing many hats was to teach Four Crow’s that the energy of dream guides can take on many forms. Guides appear in whatever form that is most needed to express the message they offer. They are not locked into a single image and appear in a way that best meets the needs of a dreamer.
The wooden board was an introduction to the idea of Egyptian deities riding boats across the cosmos that look like sleds. He did not see the connection until they were reintroduced in another dream, and he had watched a documentary about Egyptian art.
His father visited him in a dream and helped him to charge into danger so he could cultivate courage. His father, although small in stature, was always willing to scrap and was a firm believer that throwing the first punch was often better than diplomacy. In that dream Four Crows had heard a wailing coming from inside of a house. His father recommended that he should investigate it and offered him a pistol. Entering the house Four Crows followed the wails down into a basement and was met by a group of devilish imps. Each demon was stoking and guarding a small blast furnace. The furnaces themselves were alive with gapping mouths and blazing eyes. He was to walk through them towards the north, but a door appeared in front of him and behind it stood the devil himself and the devil reached out to grab his arm. Four Crows was awakened by his own scream. When he followed the dream in meditation, he saw that the imps and furnaces were borrowed images from a long-forgotten video game and the devil who met him was just a dream guide in disguise. In meditation he walked through the furnaces and imps towards the north until the presence of peace filled his heart and a persistent fear began to fall away.
His older sister also visited him in a dream. He had to walk past a tall alien figure who was tending a huge rectangular fish tank, a bio tank symbolic of earth. Just past the tank he entered a garage filled with clutter that usually represented his collection of stored thoughts and interests.
He was pulling a large western style covered wagon with the canvas cover removed. In the bed of the wagon was eight to ten pieces of metal and he had no idea as to what they were. He walked up a stairway onto a loft that overlooked the interior of the garage. His sister was standing in front of a large circular wheel the size of a ships helm. He saw that it was similar to the parts in his wagon, only hers was assembled and not in parts like his.
His sister stood looking to the west in front of the wheel. West always refers to the past in his dreams. To the north was a hallway that led to a door that opened into the Great Void and to the south was an opening to his present reality, but it was blocked by a pile of furniture.
Near the end of the process of completing the contract, he dreamt of his grandmother in her polka-dotted burial dress. If not for the dress, he wouldn’t have recognized her. She was walking towards the north locking the doors of the houses on the west side of the residential street stage. In the dream he wished that she would lock the doors for him. In meditations he realized that indeed she had so he couldn’t return down a familiar path and revisit old memories.
Shortly after that he dreamt, he was wrestling a life-sized stuffed bear. It too was on the familiar street his grandfather had introduced. The bear was like Beth’s bear that was part of a memorial his grandmother had made for her. Her small reddish bear with its yellow stomach and paws, sat in its small red chair on a shelf above Grandpa’s walnut desk in the sitting room.
In the dream Four Crows’ was driving towards the north and the life-sized bear kept trying to get into the car. They wrestled outside the car and Four Crows got back into the car and tried to outrun it by speeding southward down the street. The bear grabbed the top of the car and Four Crows slammed on the brakes and the stuffed bear flew off the roof and did a face plant onto the east curb. Four Crows turned the car to the east to drive between a couple of houses but ended up crashing into a roadblock. At the end of the collision the girl who visited his dreams was sitting on the hood of the car just beyond the shattered windshield. She had sores on her stomach, and he knew that she was dying. In the rearview mirror he could see his mother, she was walking between the houses with a push broom sweeping up all the debris that the crash had created. Four Crow felt certain that the contract was completed and that what he felt was just the residue of the emotions it had created.
In a morning meditation he had even seen a large green book with metal protected corners, it didn’t have a latch to seal it shut. He knew it represented his mother’s Akashic records. He had revisited it to see what could be done to end the contract and upon returning he saw the corner of a separate piece of paper sticking out of the closed book but was unable to retrieve it.
Four Crows decided he would ask for the help of Kara to facilitate a past life regressions. Kara was a different practitioner than the one who had performed the first one and it was to be done remotely. Maybe she could help him to retrieve the paper from the green book.
The next day passed quickly as Four Crows mentally prepared for the session. He struggled with the nervousness that usually accompanies the unknown, but everything went fine when it was time to connect with Kara.
After some pleasantries and opening conversations about what they hoped to accomplish during the regression, they agreed upon a pathway of intent. That gives both the guide and the explorer a general direction that can be followed. Through a small ceremony of both participants drinking some water and imagining the intention being offered up to their perspective Higher Powers the session began.
Four Crows was instructed to relax and breathe, letting the cares of the day slip away from his mind. Breathing naturally relaxes you and the absence of persistent thoughts clears your mind so you can naturally respond to the experience. In this relaxed state someone is better able to reach that part of themselves that is below their normal range of conscious awareness. It connects them back to their minds eye sort of speak. Where their consciousness is connected to the part of their mind where they can see and describe memories. The part of us we use to recall how a home we lived in looked and how we felt during some events in our past. The place where our daydreams form when we are reminiscing.
Kara asked Four Crows to imagine a pathway. Seeing it in his mind’s eye he began to follow what was being described by the guide and began to follow the path. The pathway picked its way around stones and clumps of vegetation as it wound its way up a soft incline. Ahead of him on the summit of the hill was a large grove of trees, and they seemed familiar. Reaching the first row of the large trees he recognized the forest. It was here where he had experienced his first past life regression, in that regression he knew there was a clearing beyond the trees, and it was in that clearing he received a gift that forever changed his life.
As preparatory work in his first regression, Nicole had instructed him to follow a similar guided meditation. Seeing he was already familiar with guided meditations and the visual imagery that can accompany them. Nicole had asked him to meditate and imagine a path and that if he followed it, he would meet a guide and the guide would present him with a box. He was to bring this box with him to the regression session.
When he had gotten to the clearing it was empty except for patches of knee-high grass and some scattered stones. He stood and waited for a guide to appear. He had searched the tree line around the clearing expecting the guide to emerge, but none did. As he looked across the opening, he noticed a large wooden box, it was the color of an avocado pit and large enough to be sat upon. All of its was circular with edges rounded edges and smoothly polished. Assuming it was a box he had been directed to find he began searching it for a seam or some markings that would tell him how to open it, but he found none.
When he went to experience his regression, he told Nicole that all he had found was a beautiful wooden block and that he could not find a way to open it. She smiled and said, “Oh, it must be a portal, where do you want to go?”
Four Crows’ smiled to himself, “Yes, this is the place where I was given the wooden portal. Looking across the clearing he spotted the wooden portal in the same place it had been before. It was still the color of a polished avocado pit only it was larger, and elliptical. It was now as large as a small bed. Four Crows heard a whisper in his mind instructing him to lie down and to wait for the portal to open. Laying down upon his familiar block, Four Crows drew, released another slow breath, and felt himself relax more deeply.
Kara voice softly interrupted his minds wanderings as she began to describe an opening in front of him that he could use to allow his mind to wander through into the regression.
He saw the sky begin to shimmer above him as described by Kara and it opened up into an evening sky with a sprinkling of stars flashing in the distance, but it quickly changed again. The specks of light shifted and rearranged themselves into a string of shimmering dewdrops suspended in space. Each dewdrop was hanging in succession on a great spiderweb of spun light spreading across the endless sky.
“It is Andrea.” Four Crows thought, “The great spider who guards all my past lives.” Four Crows had seen this before and was surprised to see it now. He had first seen it after a dream when he was meet by a lady standing in a gray mist holding a box. When he followed the dream in meditation to see if he could retrieve the box, the mist parted, and he passed through a door. Beyond that door he had stood on a narrow platform suspended above the Black Void. The Lady of Gray stood to one side, she was much larger than before, floating in the darkness to his left. Above him was a huge spider centered in a spun web laden with silver dewdrops. She explained that she was a guardian, and the dewdrops were a representation of all his past lives. Four Crows had asked her, “Why a huge spider? You are large enough to eat me. It was a bit of a start.”
She replied that the form she took didn’t matter, it was the energy beneath the form that was of the greatest importance. It was another lesson on how guides and helpers take on the forms that are most useful to each individual to help them learn what they wish to learn. It is the formless consciousness beneath the form that responds to their searching. Consciousness’s main objective is to help the searchers realize who and what they truly are. It is a way to address unfounded fears and convert those fears to more useful expressions.
Karas voice filtered in. “I want you to tell me the first things that you see or the very first impressions that you have as you begin to understand where you are and what is happening around you. What do you see around you? What do you see?”
The scene blurred into a gray darkness and at his feet he saw a ribbon of parallel lines rush beneath him. They passed below him like railroad ties passing beneath a moving train, but they were smaller and round like bamboo.
Four Crows answered, “Everything just kind of still kind of just forming, I guess. I’m really not seeing a whole lot yet. I don’t know what’s going on.”
As the gray darkness cleared, he saw that he was standing on a hanging bamboo bridge suspended over a narrow stream.
Four Crows “It’s kind of like he’s walking on a bridge. I’d compare it to a bamboo swinging bridge. The ones they build across a stream to get somewhere.” Four realized that he was seeing the scene as an observer and not out of the boy’s eyes.
Kara. “Are you on the bridge or looking at the bridge?
Four Crows, “Yeah, I am on the bridge. I’m trying to let my mind go. I am a thinker.”
Kara. “That’s fine. Take your time.” encouraged Kara “Can you look down at your feet and see if you are wearing any shoes?”
“I’m barefoot.” Said Four Crows now looking out through the boy’s eyes.
“Barefoot, OK.” Kara confirmed.
Four Crows, “I experienced this one time before. Only as a probably a 20-year-old. So, I think that’s where I’m at. I was with another lady who does light language, she took me to a village in China.
She spoke in light language, and sang, it was my mother singing. It was very awesome. It was from a past life, it was a good life. But yeah, I can see myself as that younger boy. It is in that time period.”
Kara. “All right. Do you know how old you are?”
Four Crows. “Probably ten.”
Kara, “All right, what are you wearing?”
Four Crows, “It’s like a cloth. I don’t have a shirt, a loincloth type thing.”
Kara, “OK. OK. Do you have anything on your head? Are you holding anything? What else can you see?”
Four Crows. “It’s my job to gather water and gather wood. That sort of thing.”
Before him lay a village of about ten to twelve huts made from vegetation gathered from the forest. “This is not the same place I was before.” Four Crows realized, “the houses are more primitive.”
Four Crows’ scanned the village trying to find out when and where he was and knew that there were very few metal tools, there were just a few small knives. He knew that metal tools were just being introduced to this Indigenous tribe.
Kara. “Have you crossed the bridge or are you still standing on the bridge?”
Four Crows. “I’m still on the bridge, but I can cross it.”
Kara encouraged Four Crow to continue. “All right. We have a village.”
Four Crow. “It Is actually older than the other one I did. Buildings are more like huts.”
Kara asked. “Are you going toward the village now?”
Four Crows, “I think it’s more like the Philippines. They’re really simple houses.”
Kara continued. “Does it seem like there’s several houses there or just a few?”
Four Crows. “Ten or twelve, it’s a small village.”
Kara. “Are you bringing wood or water back to the village right now?”
Four Crows. “I just know that’s my job. It’s a really peaceful life.”
Kara. “That’s good.”
Four Crows thought back to what he had experienced in his first regression. “It’s similar to the feeling of the one when I was a shaman.”
Kara. “It was. OK.”
“It was a good, peaceful life. It wasn’t… Four Crows Paused looking for the right words.
Kara. “Right.”
Four Crows continued, “It was almost like being without enemies.
Kara. “OK. Are you going back toward your house or where are you? Are you going into the village?”
Four Crows “I guess I’m just at the edge of the bridge. I’ve had almost as an overview, as opposed to having my feet touching the ground.”
Kara. “Just taking….”
Four Crows interrupted. “It’s kind of like I just know it. We have boats, little boats, there’s a stream. We are in the jungle, I guess our greatest danger would be snakes and animals.”
Kara. “Do you feel like you are on Earth?”
Four Crows nodded yes and continued, “There’s a nice shift of energy right now, it’s almost like the feeling here is a healing.”
Kara. “OK. Do you know this little boy’s name?”
Four Crows. “It is like a sneeze. It’s Ahshoe.”
Kara. “Yes, is he still just at the edge of the bridge, staring at the village? Do you want to start walking?”
Four Crows felt a shift of energy in his body. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. He felt his body relax and as the tension seemed to melt away, he felt himself almost melt into the recliner he was sitting in. As he melted into the softness, he tried to find words to describe the feeling.
“The energy is spectacular. I’m trying to get out of my awareness of what’s going on, which is absolutely…
Kara. “Just soak in the energy for…”
Four Crows. “It is, yes.”
Kara. “Tell me about the energy that you feel.”
Four Crows. “It’s the energy of peace. It’s the energy of just being relaxed. It’s a village where you could go to any door, and you’d be one with them. They would take you in as their child or they would take in anyone else’s child.”
Kara. “So, they took care of each other.”
Four Crows. Yes, it’s just a compassionate feeling, it almost predates medal for this village.
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows “As far as their awareness of it? Although there might be some there, it’s pretty rare. They’re getting it from somewhere else. It is as if the energy of it is like a breath of fresh energy.”
Kara. “Sounds like something you need right now. So where is this little boy going to go?”
Four Crows. “He will probably go with the other kids and then together they’ll go gather wood, that way they can watch out for snakes.
Kara. “OK. Is that what he’s doing now?”
Four Crows. “Still just sucking in the energy it feels really good.
Kara.” Right. Just enjoy the energy and soak it up during this whole time that you’re seeing this young man’s life.
Four Crow analytical portion kicked in as he tried to understand what he was experiencing.
Four Crows. “Energy transitions allow someone to step out of their body and be who they used to be and then…”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “It’s almost like… I am an informational person. I’m sorry, I’ve got to be an analytical here, but… Yes, it’s really cool. I know that this boy grows up. He lives in this village. He grows old. He had a wonderful life. There was no need to be anything. He just needed to be himself.
Kara. “Are there any important days in his life that you want to explore?
Four Crows. “I feel like there’s not any. It was, in a sense, a humdrum life, because they didn’t know that there were more exciting things, but they were still just at peace with the humdrum. There wasn’t any need for something above and beyond. There were celebrations, and there were dances and there were gatherings and there were sicknesses and there were healings and there was…. It was all just normal common wear and tear things, but there was just a real acceptance that this is what it was. There was no…. It would be similar, I think, to what animals feel, a thing was just the way it is and it’s ok.“
Kara. “It didn’t have to be complicated. While he grew up, did he still collect the wood and the water, or did he start doing something?
Four Crows. “Go fish and you could make boats and could teach other people how to make boats. As they got older you just passed down whatever skills you had.“
Kara. “Did he have any children or?
Four Crows. “The number six comes to mind, which would be a batch of them.”
Kara. “Did he have a significant other that was with them?”
Four Crows. “Yes. She is different than my wife now.”
Kara. “OK. Can you recognize any of them?”
Four Crows. “It was a life that when you leave and if you chose to relive it, it would be a nice one to go back to and revisit.”
Kara. “Ok, a restful life. Sometimes those are the best to visit. Are you still just soaking up in some of that energy?”
Four Crows. “I can just still see like…. It’s like an overview of it. I needed to go into this one and melt my heart.
Kara. “OK. Long enough?… So, then we can go into the next one or whatever? Are you ready to go on to the next one or would you like to stay here for a little bit longer? Is there anything else you need to know about this life before you go?
Four Crows. “I feel like as a part of this life I’m waiting for an animal.”
Kara. “OK. You said you were waiting for an animal?”
Four Crows. “Feels like to I am.”
Kara. “Do you know what kind of animal?”
Four Crows tendency to analyze spoke again. “And I feel like… I feel like I’ve been like a Jaguar, but that would make it South American though, but that’s what I feel.”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows, still analyzing. “Could be… there could be a Panther they are like a Jaguar, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to go away with it now, but it’s something I can use later.
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “I know I’m getting goosebumps all over, so that’s nice.”
A picture formed in front of Four Crows as clear as a dream. At the edge of the jungle where the vegetation was worn away by the village traffic a large spotted jaguar stepped out from the darkness of the shadows. His eyes were as yellow as his fur; he carried his head high. The strength of his chest and legs rippled ahead of him as he made his way toward Four Crows.
“Are you still waiting?” Kara’s voice whispered in the background.
Four Crows realized that he was dead, and that the jaguar was there to meet him. He felt his spirit move into its form as it turned to walk back toward where he had entered.
Four Crows. “Yeah, I’m sure. Yeah, we can…”
Kara. “OK. Did the Jaguar appear to you?”
Four Crows. “We can go. Down a path.”
Four Crows was still the jaguar; He could see from the same level as the height of the large cat’s eyes and could feel his paws softly pad into soft dust of a narrow well used human path. The tan dust was warm to his touch. The path was skirted with vegetation, some of it had been cut away by the villagers for their safety. He could feel the strength of the cat and he knew that safety was not something the Jaguar was concerned about. He was well able to face any challenge that could confront him. He was fearless as they as one walked together.
“And it’ll open up.” Explained Four Crows. “It’s like I’m traveling with it, it’s almost like when I passed, that part of my life force would go back into the jungle and back into that animal, so parts of me could be used by it or parts of it could be used by me because the oneness with those animals and the nature around you was that close and connected.
As Four Crows spoke, he realized that the Jaguar was sharing the experience of feeling fearless and confident, passing it onto him to help heal the lack that he had always felt. It was the Jaguar saying, “This is what fearlessness feels like, use it as a seed to cultivate your own.”
Kara. “It’s pretty amazing. Are you ready to move down the path to the next life?”
Four Crows. “Yeah, let’s go down. Yeah, we can go down the path.”
Kara. “OK. Let’s go ahead and go down the path and. Drift away from that scene and go down the path to the next life and… What’s an important day in this next life that you see. We’re just going to drift away and float to an important day, an important time, significant experience. For this next life.
Four Crows still embodied in the Jaguar continued a few steps to where the jungle blocked the view as the path turned towards the left. The warm dust of the path turned into warm sand as the scene blurred and reformed into a stretch of beach. The surf rolled in from the right and large bared containers appeared to the left. He could see Black slaves standing looking out into the harbor where a few three masted ships were anchored. Further ahead he could see the longboats pulled up from the water’s edge waiting to load their cargo of humanity. Looking at the shoes of the sailors he could see the protruding tongue of their English shoes and guessed the date to be around the early 1700s.
Four Crows, “It is slave trading day.”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “The Ships are here.”
Kara. “What are you doing?
Four Crows. “I’m observing again. I’m neither the slave, nor the buyer, nor with the ships.
Kara. “If you look at yourself, what do you see?
Four Crows. “But I’m in a…? Yeah, I’m a participant in it some way or another. I see myself more like a storekeeper.”
Kara. “OK. Can you describe yourself a little bit? Are you old or young or…?”
Four Crows. “Middle age, like 30s or 40s.”
Kara. “OK. Are you female or male? Can you tell me what you’re wearing?”
Four Crows. “I keep vacillating between black and white, and I think. I’m allowed to….
Kara “OK.”
Four Crows. “…Because. I was trying to figure out why it didn’t come clear, and I have a Black mother and a white father.
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “And I am a storekeeper.”
Kara. “OK, and you’re just watching everything that’s going on outside.”
Four Crows. “I just wandered in onto the beach from the Jaguar path.”
A row of store fronts with clapboard siding faded into view. Most of the buildings were one or two stories tall. They were roughly constructed and stretched along the shore just a little ways above high tide. It was a city built to accommodate the slavers and to open the way for the colonization of Africa.
Four Crows. “It’s wooden flat buildings. I would guess by the ships, and everything else, it is probably 17th century.
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “I feel that I have to, in a sense, shut my eyes to the slave trade and be grateful that I’m not on the boats.
Kara. “Right.”
Four Crows. “l feel guilty that I’m not and that I’ve happened. The ships are European, I think I’ve seen more English than Spaniards. So, it’s a mixed bag of feelings here. Yes, I seem to have not a whole lot of, which way I can go and…”
Kara. “Right. So, what are you doing? Right now, just watching it, watching the whole everything that’s going on. Are you going back to your shop?
As Four Crows watched the store materialize before him. A center table covered with wares, lanterns and other items hanging from the rafters. The walls, covered with shelves and nooks crammed with supplies. At one end of the room, in front of a window there was a work area with a desk and counter to process transactions. Four Crows knew it was his workstation.
Four Crows. “At the shop, it’s more like selling the imports that come in, bolts of cloth, lanterns, and metal tools to help the Indigenous people. It will change their ways as they try to modernize.”
Kara. “So that’s what this day is about, it is to just…?
Four Crows. “Yeah, it’s just kind of like the whole hustle and bustle of what’s going on. I just concentrate on things, I feel it. I still kind of feel like I’m in an overview of it, but I think my mother has passed. I want to say a disease of some kind.
Kara. “All right.”
Four Crows. “I think she was just kind of stuck in the same boat as me in her life and there was no way she could go back to where she was because it was gone. I feel I’m protected in some way because my father owns a store. I would guess myself to be in my thirties. But I’m not greatly protected.”
Kara. “Right. “You are pretty replaceable? Let’s move forward to another day that’s important in this life. What do you say? What do you feel? What’s going on around you?
Four Crows. “I’m a little older, but not a lot.”
Kara. “All right.”
Four Crows. “I think my father decided to go back to England and sold the store. I’m about too old to be useful anymore.”
Kara. “Do you have any children? Are you married or have a significant other.”
Four Crows waited for the answer to drift in and as it did, he remembered that he had been castrated as a child. Having children or a significant other had never been an option for him. He had been an unwanted consequence in his father’s life. His father saw him as a lesser form of humanity and his father had him castrated so he wouldn’t be guilty of polluting the human race. Even as a mixed child he was too valuable to just kill. Kara’s voice softly interrupted him.
Kara. “So, what do you think is going to happen now that he sold the store?
Four Crows. “I guess … I think I’m to the point where they’re either going to have to discard me or I’ll be used as basically a slave again. I kind of was anyway, I just wasn’t one of the ones being shipped.”
Kara. “Why did your father not take you?”
Four Crows. “I think he had to leave me…He… you don’t do that. I wasn’t allowed to breed.”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “That’s why I had no significant other, I was like a eunuch.”
Kara. “Right. That’s a strange twist, but that’s the only way that makes sense. Let’s move forward to the next important day and see what happens. Now that you’re at the next important day, what do you see around you?”
Four Crows. “I think I’m being allowed to live, but I am really just kind of there. I’m just kind of discarded.”
Kara. “What do you do?”
Four Crows. “I think the younger people who have survived feed me and take care of me and help me, but I think I’m in the process of passing.”
Kara. “All right.”
Four Crows. “I was a good store clerk, and I was a kind person. I’ve had it resolved, and this was the end.”
Kara. “So, I guess you helped a lot of people that you could help during that time.”
Four Crows. “Yeah, I treated…. They were all stuck in the same boat, so to speak.”
Kara. “Right.”
Four Crows. “Some of the people that came to the store were the ones that they would get and ship off as slaves…
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “…and the people that were there first, the settlers that were building houses and stuff like that.”
Kara. “OK. So, what’s going on right now in your life?”
Four Crows could see his frail form resting upon a pile of stacked feed sacks. He was tall and thin, laying on his side with his knees pulled up to his chest. His flesh hung on his frame as if it were fabric and his knees looked like knots tied in a dark rope.
Four Crows. “I think I just kind of waiting to die.”
Kara. “OK. Do you want to move forward to that? Is there anything else in this life that we need to know about? That we need to see, is there another day that we need to see?
Four Crows. “No, but it’s the energy of powerlessness.“
Kara. “That you have no control over anything that’s going on?”
Four Crows. “And the necessity of compassion”.
Kara. “So, you are kind and compassionate as much as possible in this life?”
Four Crows. “This was a life to learn compassion. That was the choice. OK.”
Kara. “Are you ready to move on to the next time?”
As Four Crows looked at the emaciated body of his former self and chose to linger a bit wanting to see where his spirt would go when he died. He had read of accounts of grand reunions and family gatherings where spiritual guides and/or angels whisk your spirit away so you can evaluate your life through the perspective of higher knowledge. He wondered if he could or would experience that. The backdrop around the body was as if he was looking through a small elliptical opening. The view of the body was clear as was the area surrounding it. The area around it was the size one would imagine an aura would produce. He saw the form of the body fluctuate from clear scene into a fluttering blackness and a small Blackbird leapt from the body. His eyes followed the bird through the edge of the image into the blackness that surrounded it. Instantly he was back to the warm darkness of what he imagined the Great Void to be. Again, he saw the strands of spun light that radiated from the center of a huge spider web, each strand dotted with the sparkling dewdrops the represented his past life experiences.
Kara voice drifted in, “Let’s go ahead and drift away from that scene and float to another important day in your life and in the next life. When you arrive at an important day in the next life, let me know what you see. Have you moved forward to the next life? What’s happening around you?“
Four Crows realizing that he was again in the Great Void where he had the liberty to travel where he wished, he decided to see if he could find any information about a concern he had about one of his granddaughters. He thought to himself, “Seeing I am already in the neighborhood, maybe I’ll just take a quick look.”
Four Crows. “I’m visiting someone else’s life.”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “It is a young girl in Ukraine and it’s my granddaughter. When I left the body of the gentleman there in Africa, I was a Blackbird, and I flew.” Four Crows thought it best to explain why he was there.
“I had a picture dream of all these young girls standing on the other side of the river of life. They were the children of Ukraine when they were starved to death. When I had that dream, I thought that one of them was my granddaughter. It would explain her fear of her mother not showing up.“
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “Which is unfounded, and I’ve been really curious. I see her going through that famine and not making it. I feel like I’m just searching along here. I got a chance to fly so, it is a good time to look.”
Kara. “Do you know what time frame this is?
Four Crows. “That would have been when they did it…” Four Crows searched for the date. “Well, that was 1912…” It didn’t feel like the date was correct. “It was when…Oh, it was when Stalin took everything over. It was when he took all the wheat out of Ukraine to sell it and let them all starve.”
Four Crows thought of the picture he had seen of a statue[i] in Kiev. The statue is of a young girl in a cotton dress with a sheave of wheat that commemorates the memory of the millions who died at the hand of Stalin’s brutality. When he had shown the picture of the statue to his four-year old granddaughter, she had asked him if that was her. He had told her it was just a statue that he liked.
Kara. OK. So, there’s…
Four Crows realized that her mother, the same as now had starved herself to death giving her share of food to his granddaughter. Her mother’s death left her to die alone on a rubble stern ditch somewhere in Ukraine. It also explains her mother’s fears that something bad might happen and her protective spirit.
“Actually, I could move on. I wanted to check on that when I’m out here.”
Kara. “Two in this life? It was a young… you’re a young girl.”
Four Crows. “No, it was my granddaughter. I feel like I’m not in a body. I’m just… I’m able to…”
Kara. “Ah, OK.”
Four Crows. “I can pass through, I can go from time to time to time, I know… This is goose bumpy. I had a reverie of a very great spider called Andrea and all my lives are strung on a spider web like dewdrops. I can pass through this and go from lifetime to lifetime to lifetime. It’s just whichever one… she guards them for me. I’m in that position to where…”
Kara. “Is there any…?”
Four Crows. “When I come out of that other body, I’m in that position to where I can go that way. It’s like my legs are gone right now, that’s how relaxed I feel.”
Kara. “So, you can kind of just check in wherever you need to check in.”
Four Crows. “Yeah, I was just like, oh, I’m already out here. Let me check on this.”
Kara. “Is there another life you need to go into?”
Four Crows. “Yep, I need to get back on track.”
Kara. “OK. That’s fine. Are you ready to do that now?”
Four Crows. “I yeah, I want to live here, it is where I want to be.”
Kara. “Kind of in between everything.”
Four Crows. “Yeah, this is all right. Let’s move on to the task at hand. I feel I gotta brace myself.”
Kara. “This must be…”
Four Crows. “Very well. Let’s go find that book.”
Kara. “OK, that’s a good idea. Have you found the book?”
Four Crows draws a big breath and tries to relax, softly in his mind he hears a familiar comforting voice. It is the voice that speaks within his mind during meditation when he journals. For lack of a better description, he dubbed it The Whisperer. He smiles to himself and explains to Kara.
“There, The Whisperer, who whispers, it says “you’ve done this a million times. It’s no big deal.” Four Crows continues to explain to Kara. “To lose the contract would be to feel like I’m losing half my soul because it’s almost like half my soul is with my mother.”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “From the love I have… from the anger I have felt for a long, long time for no reason.”
Kara. “Right.”
Four Crows. “Much I have never understood, but it goes back to the decision we made.”
Kara. “And what decision was that?”
Four Crows. “To share the energy of the tragedy of losing a loved one.”
Kara. “That’s understandable then.”
Four Crows scoffed at the fear he was feeling. “I mean, I’m not like The Lone Ranger here.”
Kara. “Are you reading the….?”
“All right,” Answered Four Crows, “a piece of it. I don’t know if I can read it and I know I have spent a lifetime feeling like I’m two people. One of them is the energy of my love and other is the energy of my anger, It’s almost like a black and white.”
By now Four Crows had pulled the single leaf of paper out of the large book that he had seen in a meditation and was surprised to see a picture that he had drawn when he was in college. He had drawn it on notebook paper and had kept it. It was just recently that he had discovered it in an old folder and decided that he didn’t need it anymore and had thrown it away. The drawing was left over from an assignment from a drawing class when they were working on self-portraits. It was the face of a young boy with a line drawn down the middle of his face. The right side of his face was white and unshaded, and the left side was darkened. The picture was simple and cartoonish in appearance, he had kept it in hopes of using the idea for a painting.
Kara’s voice pulled him back to the task at hand. “Right”
Four Crows tried to explain. “It is like if I were to see myself as an Indian and paint my face with my medicine and my warrior paint. I would draw a line down the middle of my body, and I would paint half of me black and half of me white.”
Kara. “OK.”
Four Crows. “And half of me is the part of me that never got to live in a sense because I carried this energy. And I think that… which seems terrifying, that I can take this paper that is more like a picture which I’ve actually drawn a few times…” Four Crows looked at the paper in front of him trying to decide what would be the best thing to do.” I don’t know if I can tear it down the middle or not, because it seems like if I tear it down the middle half of me is gone, so we can’t do that.“
Kara. “Would you like me to bring your team in with you to help you with all this? Let’s do that. Let’s bring Fours Crows spirit guides, his higher self, in with them and help him resolve this contract. That way he can live his full life. Four Crows, are your Spirit guides or higher self or consciousness there with you now?”
Four Crows. “They are probably thinking I’ve taken long enough.”
Kara. “Can I speak to someone from your team? May I please speak to…?
Four Crows felt a slight shift of consciousness and felt an unaccustomed confidence. “I can. I can speak.” It seemed as if he was speaking for who he experiences as The Whisperer.
Kara. “OK.”
The Whisperer. “He’s reluctant to let go of control.”
Kara. “His egos in his way, right.”
The Whisperer. “No, he’s always afraid he’ll do something harmful.”
Kara. “Will you help protect him and help reassure him that? Anything that you guys do is not going to be harmful and this is for his higher good.”
The Whisperer. “We can do that.”
Kara. “OK. What is the best way for him to resolve this contract?”
The Whisperer. “Anger suppressed; it never can be let out. Angry, because the accident never could be forgiven, that it never could be excused, that it never could be explained in any way. How do you ever release it? He is aware that anger is the thing and that’s why kindness is what’s most important.”
While The Whisperer spoke, Four Crows mind seemed locked on the paper before him and then the solution seemed apparent. The Whisperer continued, “How do you destroy the contract that, as you know, is all the white on one side and all dark on the other side. They would have to be poured into each other like they were being pouring it into a vessel. So, these two energies could integrate again and not be separated and that way his soul becomes one again. His mother, she could step out of it and she’s no longer in it other than as a memory and Beth’s done her part.”
Kara. “Would you help him heal from this contract please?”
Four Crows was already in the process.
As Four Crows looked at the page, he remembered that he had been taught early on in his apprenticeship that once a form, whether it is physical, mental, or spiritual, is seen as nothing more than an expression of energy that form can be altered by thought. Energy cannot be destroyed, but it can always be altered. It is the energy beneath a form that is always of the greatest importance.
Four Crows knew that if he turned the image on the paper into a sand drawing like those produced by Buddhist priests, he could pour the sand from of the paper into a vessel and they would become one.
The Whisperer. “He is trained and is in training to become connoisseur of energy. He has learned and is accustomed to it in this world and the worlds beyond the veil. The boy can pour the sand….”
Four Crows, who had been lost in the feelings of the transition could feel the stir of healing energy moving through his body and repeated what seemed to come from The Whisperer, “He’s a good man.”
Kara. “Yeah, I can tell that. Sounds like he’s just had a lot of hurt.”
As the image on the page changed into sand, the Four Crows remembered an image he had been introduced to by a crane from a dream. A vast ocean of formless energy somewhere, nowhere, and everywhere in the huge emptiness of the Void. He had called it the Black Sea of Infinite Possibility and had stood on its sandy shore of crystallized time. He had watched as created forms rose from its depths, called up by ageless Deities and humans alike.
The Whisperer continued, “He is familiar with time as crystallized sand and knows how the sand will form. He has stood on it. He is watching and he knows. There’s more to it than what is being said here, but he can pour the energy…”
Four Crows watched as the transformation began. Suddenly many different images and instructions filled his mind. He knew that he had to remove his heart from the center of the page and set it to one side while the transformation took place, it was the essence of who he is, that part of him that has always existed and always will. The part of him that animates the pages of his lives. That part of him that can never be affected by physical realities. He could see it as glow of red in a circle of white in the midst of the sand. It slowly lifted from the page and moved to the right. Around him the Great Void opened up and he could see the dewdrops of his lives in the distance.
The page tilted down, and the sand began to trickle down off the bottom edge. There was no vessel to catch it, but a wind gathered it as it fell and, as a spiraling whirl, the wind carried the sand across the void towards the fourth dewdrop on one of the strands of spun light. His vision followed the wind and the trail of sand. “
Suddenly he was back at a hut and realized that he was again the young boy from his first life. He was seated in the hut of the village shaman and between them sat an unglazed but polished ceramic water vessel. He watched as the shaman looked into the air above them and he knew that they were waiting. Then above their heads he saw sand slowing percolate through the veil between the spiritual and physical and spiral its way into the open mouth of the vessel. It had been carried by the wind. He later remembered the dream of his mother’s visit when she first appeared with the book and the thatched hut where the wind moved through the fronds. It had taken a long journey to understand its significance.
The Whisperer. “He has as a vessel, a clay jar and the little boy can dump it into the river, into that peaceful place.”
Kara. “Is that helping him heal?”
Four Crows, “This just seems pretty… pouring my ashes in a river is like I’m deceased.”
Kara, “OK.”
Thinking back to how he had set his heart to one side, Four Crows vacillating between the viewpoint of himself and the viewpoint of The Whisperer.
Four Crows. “It seems kind of severe, but I can take that spark of my heart and set it back inside of me. It is not in the clay vessel in the boys hand, and I can recover.
The Whisperer, “The separation that he always feels will leave and an integration between the two will take place. He is always asking about the spiritual and the physical, and for the partition between to break down because he wants to live in the spiritual.”
Kara. “Can you help him do that now?”
Four Crows could feel the relief that was swelling in his heart. “Thank you.”
The Whisperer. “He’s still pretty chicken.”
Kara. “I am reassured and pleased that you were all around him supporting him and encouraging him so he can. You’ll preform it and it will be the celebration of what his life can be. Can you tell me what you’re… what he’s doing, what you are doing in the healing process right now?”
Four Crows realized that he didn’t need to do anything more and that he could watch the healing unfold.
The Whisperer explained to Kara what was happening. “The wind can pick up all the sand and they can be transported to a dewdrop. The little boy who was sitting there, is watching the wind carry it. He has taken a vessel to the shaman and the shaman knows how to capture it. They’re watching it, thinking that’s it’s just normal for all this sand and wind, which you normally can’t see, to drop into this bottle.”
Kara. OK.
The Whisperer. “And it will feel different, but it won’t be instant, though it does feel different. The medicine man, the shaman: He’s going to hand the bottle to the boy and help him walk to the river. They’re all going to watch him pour it into the water.”
Kara. “Is that what he’s doing now? Is he pouring it into the water? When that happens, when he pours it into the water, what do you see? What do you feel? What does Four Crows say? What does Four Crows feel?
Four Crows. “Now my body feels different. I’m trying to… I’m curious where the empty jug goes. I really don’t want no remnants. You don’t want to have any remnants.” Four Crows waited for the solution to come to him and was reminded of the time when he was introduced to his own Akashic records.
The Whisperer, “There’s a stairway that leads down and the waters of time flow down the stairs…”
Kara. “OK.”
The Whisperer. “…they lead to his chamber that he visited before. In that journey, in the chamber he visited before, he went there for a healing. He can take the pot there. In that chamber are his Akashic records. Which is a geode filled with crystals and it’s familiar. He can set that vessel there and the record of this life, his mother’s life, and his sister’s life will be preserved.”
Kara, “Sounds beautiful.”
The Whisperer. “Four Crows can feel the release of the anger he can’t ever express because you can’t hurt somebody and that anger that has been suppressed can be reused. It’s that energy that allows you to finish something, to stand up for yourself, and to have courage. After that, the weaker side of anger, instead of it being evil, uncontrolled rage, it can be used for something more useful, it is the same as the sunshine that warms a leaf and not something to be totally afraid of.”
Kara. “So, with that is he healed from this contract now?”
Four Crows. “That is a sealed contract.”
Kara. “Right. That’s all for Four Crows”
Four Crows. “I can see this. If the medicine man painted a drawing on the jug, there would be a jaguar on the pot and the fury of the anger would be like a Jaguar, but they can sit there and to be a record, there with the crystals.”
Kara. “OK.”
The Whisperer, “For Four Crows has a higher aspect of himself now. He is the resurrected person who had been buried in the sand from his awakening dream. He has been allowed to finish this life before it’s finished.”
Kara. “Right. It’s a pretty unique experience.”
Four Crows. “Pretty cool stuff.”
Kara. “Can I ask the higher aspect of Four Crows, a few questions that he had?
The Whisperer. “OK.”
Kara. “So now the contract has been sealed correctly.”
The Whisperer. “That piece of paper that just turned into sand. It was poured in the water. It’s crystallized time now.”
Kara. “So now that the contract is sealed, will he still have a difficult time finishing things? Like projects that he starts or writings.
The Whisperer. “Reluctance in the fear, anger is to stand up for yourself.”
Kara. “OK.
The Whisperer. “If you can’t express anger, you can’t stand up for yourself. You can’t speak your voice.”
Kara. “So, he needs to be able to speak his voice?”
The Whispered. “It needs to be ok to be heard and it’s never been ok, because he wasn’t allowed to have anger. During the process, his mother could never express her anger, because there is no one to be angry at….”
Kara. “Right.”
The Whisperer. “…except yourself. For four Crows, that explains why any time he gets angry he shuts down and gets depressed because the only place it goes is back into him.”
Kara. “If this happens, is there something he can do to overcome it?”
The Whisperer. “No, that’s about it. There is enough compassion in Four Crows that he doesn’t have to worry about hurting anyone. The preparation of the last few years has opened up all the doors for this healing.”
Kara. “Does he need any more healing around this, and if so, could you help him?”
The Whisperer. “It will be ongoing.”
Kara. “What is the best way to accept the healing.”
The Whisperer. “All the doors are open for Four Crows. It’s going to take some processing, but he’ll go ahead.”
Kara. “It does usually take some time.”
Four Crows. “Yeah, this is going to be a new me. I feel like, ceremoniously, I have carried out almost a cremation and dumped somebody’s ashes in a river. All the energy of it was separated from me. I could just take the spark of my soul out and set it right here to one side and do all that needed to be done. Then just set my soul back in because the spark of who I am was never affected.”
Kara and Four Crows talked some more about how the healing would grow and how he might be able to use this experience to help others.
Near the end Four Crows could see for a brief moment all the different people and guides from his dreams. It was as if they had been looking down watching the entire process and together, they were cheering and celebrating all they had seen. Even a consciousness form that he first had thought was some sort of demon was celebrating his success. He realized in time that it too was just consciousness taking on a form that would be most helpful to him.
Kara and Four Crows talked a little longer about the session and how the healing might expand in time. He thanked Kara for the excellent job she had done, and they both signed off.
Four Crows sat on the porch listening to the evening sound of cicadas and katydids as they sang in the trees and watched the firefly dance in the shadows. Five months had passed since Kara, and he had closed the contract and he marveled that the old persistent feeling he had lived with all his life was still gone. He felt honored to have experienced such an oddity and excited about what may lie ahead of him.
[i] Memorial to the Holodomor Victims (Kiev, Ukraine)
Meditative Imagery 