The Giveaway

[Guest guest]

Greetings from Manitoba:

The morning air is cool. The sun slowly rises in the clouded grey sky. It's 5:00

a.m. and I have just arrived at the Walking Out ceremony. The early risers enter

a long teepee traditionally used by the Cree to house multiple families. This is

one of the seven rites of passage which my brother was granted for his adopted

son. This would have been my nephew's time to be introduced to the community and

to introduce him to his traditional role as a male. But today, my brother and I

are just two of many friends and family who will greet these children as they

take their first steps upon our Mother Earth. What a fascinating mirror of self

these children offer to me, as they tippy toe along with a combined look of

puzzlement and excitement- arms outstretched for the comfort of familiar loving

arms to embrace them and keep them safe. Some express with tears and freight,

and others are already dancing with delight. It is now 7 a.m. and I have

returned to my nephew's relative's home. I cannot help but to notice the

stillness of this Saturday morning. It reminds me of the Seventh Generation

Prophecy and how it says many of the people will be " sleeping " . (I am

awakening.) I am straddling the earth and heavens. We are celebrating

children's first steps with earth mother-the beginning of a critical symbiotic

relationship. But too, I have begun a full day's preparation for a ceremony of

passing. It will require gathering of boughs and timber, times of silence,

prayer, song and the giving away of material belongings. We are asked not to

shed tears for these four days. It is the love for a child, the love of our

Mother Earth and the pull to its need for her healing and that of her children

which has brought us together. It is just that-the need for healing, which I now

believe sparked this journey of my own awakening, and which places me here in

the very center of this void of where all is; in this very center of the circle

of life, this truth and remembering. As I learn of those participating in the

wake and ceremony, I can empathize with the depth of the elder's grief from

losing his wife. I can understand this not just in relation to a human

experience, but too for animals. I can now truly understand the depth and

agonizing grief of the loss of such a love. I can sit with the grandmother whose

grandchildren deserted the Nation for the " conveniences " of the States and whose

spirit has " wondered off the path " , offer her my reassuring hand and watch the

twinkle return to her eye as I breathe in her life story and she affectionately

calls me granddaughter. I can look into and beyond the sunken sad eyes of young

parents sitting around me, whose children have passed, and offer comfort from

knowing that Spirit lives on. I can straddle the worlds between dreamtime and

present, or walk upon the rainbow bridging North and true North or East and

West, and stand within this circle, in this silence, this void which is not of

emptiness but rather of all knowing... that this truth is mine.

 

Peace & Love:

-Danielle

[Guest guest]

Dear Danielle,

 

I've been here posting and just came upon this - The kundalini is moving so

strongly reading what you have written - I cannot write too much more just yet -

but know I am thinking of you and your family and am honored that you share with

us as you do. Honored to know you Danielle, thinking of you and yours...

Much love to you,

Deb

 

, " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon wrote:

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[Guest guest]

thanks the same to you ! today i have been doing the safeties and trying to use

mind over matter to get people to know what i know without me telling them

verbally or physiclly .

 

 

 

 

________________________________

flowerpowers7777 <flowerpowers7777

 

Saturday, August 15, 2009 3:51:42 PM

Re: The Giveaway

 

 

Dear Danielle,

 

I've been here posting and just came upon this - The kundalini is moving so

strongly reading what you have written - I cannot write too much more just yet -

but know I am thinking of you and your family and am honored that you share with

us as you do. Honored to know you Danielle, thinking of you and yours...

Much love to you,

Deb

 

Kundalini-Awakening -Systems- 1 , " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon@ ...> wrote:

>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

Namaste

 

dear Danielle. . .

 

i have written you numerous comments in the past week. . .but the words

have dissolved before they reached the finger tips. . .as this heart

continues breathing forth love and embrace. . .just a whisper from here

to there. . let yourself be happy and sad. . .light and dark. . .clear

and uncertain. . .or any or all the expansions and contractions of these

days of embracing and letting-go. . .

 

the giveaway ceremony sounds beautiful and thank you for sharing it with

us. . .

 

much love and light. . . . .

this heart breathing to you and those with you that are releasing that

which must be and gathering that which shall always be. . .

 

ordinary sparrow

 

, " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon wrote:

>

> Greetings from Manitoba:

> The morning air is cool. The sun slowly rises in the clouded grey sky.

It's 5:00 a.m. and I have just arrived at the Walking Out ceremony. The

early risers enter a long teepee traditionally used by the Cree to house

multiple families. This is one of the seven rites of passage which my

brother was granted for his adopted son. This would have been my

nephew's time to be introduced to the community and to introduce him to

his traditional role as a male. But today, my brother and I are just two

of many friends and family who will greet these children as they take

their first steps upon our Mother Earth. What a fascinating mirror of

self these children offer to me, as they tippy toe along with a combined

look of puzzlement and excitement- arms outstretched for the comfort of

familiar loving arms to embrace them and keep them safe. Some express

with tears and freight, and others are already dancing with delight. It

is now 7 a.m. and I have returned to my nephew's relative's home. I

cannot help but to notice the stillness of this Saturday morning. It

reminds me of the Seventh Generation Prophecy and how it says many of

the people will be " sleeping " . (I am awakening.) I am straddling the

earth and heavens. We are celebrating children's first steps with earth

mother-the beginning of a critical symbiotic relationship. But too, I

have begun a full day's preparation for a ceremony of passing. It will

require gathering of boughs and timber, times of silence, prayer, song

and the giving away of material belongings. We are asked not to shed

tears for these four days. It is the love for a child, the love of our

Mother Earth and the pull to its need for her healing and that of her

children which has brought us together. It is just that-the need for

healing, which I now believe sparked this journey of my own awakening,

and which places me here in the very center of this void of where all

is; in this very center of the circle of life, this truth and

remembering. As I learn of those participating in the wake and

ceremony, I can empathize with the depth of the elder's grief from

losing his wife. I can understand this not just in relation to a human

experience, but too for animals. I can now truly understand the depth

and agonizing grief of the loss of such a love. I can sit with the

grandmother whose grandchildren deserted the Nation for the

" conveniences " of the States and whose spirit has " wondered off the

path " , offer her my reassuring hand and watch the twinkle return to her

eye as I breathe in her life story and she affectionately calls me

granddaughter. I can look into and beyond the sunken sad eyes of young

parents sitting around me, whose children have passed, and offer comfort

from knowing that Spirit lives on. I can straddle the worlds between

dreamtime and present, or walk upon the rainbow bridging North and true

North or East and West, and stand within this circle, in this silence,

this void which is not of emptiness but rather of all knowing... that

this truth is mine.

>

> Peace & Love:

> -Danielle

>

[Guest guest]

Thank you for taking the time to share the feelings and the surroundings. What

a glorious way to honor those who have passed. I have never liked the way the

western society treats those who have passed and those who remain- we do not

take the time to honor and respect the lives that were lived and the gifts that

were given to all - this is truly a proper send off - or in or here or there -

 

your words take me to this place and i can share your knowings...

 

May the light of the Shakti surround you and your family and community and may

she hold you in her hands with love and understanding ...may the Earth Mother

receive all you offer and cradle you with love ...as she will those who pass...

 

Blessings...

 

e

[Guest guest]

You write so beautifully, thank you for sharing. Once again my condolences....

 

Laura

 

 

, " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon wrote:

>

> Greetings from Manitoba:

> The morning air is cool. The sun slowly rises in the clouded grey sky. It's

5:00 a.m. and I have just arrived at the Walking Out ceremony. The early risers

enter a long teepee traditionally used by the Cree to house multiple families.

This is one of the seven rites of passage which my brother was granted for his

adopted son. This would have been my nephew's time to be introduced to the

community and to introduce him to his traditional role as a male. But today, my

brother and I are just two of many friends and family who will greet these

children as they take their first steps upon our Mother Earth. What a

fascinating mirror of self these children offer to me, as they tippy toe along

with a combined look of puzzlement and excitement- arms outstretched for the

comfort of familiar loving arms to embrace them and keep them safe. Some express

with tears and freight, and others are already dancing with delight. It is now 7

a.m. and I have returned to my nephew's relative's home. I cannot help but to

notice the stillness of this Saturday morning. It reminds me of the Seventh

Generation Prophecy and how it says many of the people will be " sleeping " . (I am

awakening.) I am straddling the earth and heavens. We are celebrating

children's first steps with earth mother-the beginning of a critical symbiotic

relationship. But too, I have begun a full day's preparation for a ceremony of

passing. It will require gathering of boughs and timber, times of silence,

prayer, song and the giving away of material belongings. We are asked not to

shed tears for these four days. It is the love for a child, the love of our

Mother Earth and the pull to its need for her healing and that of her children

which has brought us together. It is just that-the need for healing, which I now

believe sparked this journey of my own awakening, and which places me here in

the very center of this void of where all is; in this very center of the circle

of life, this truth and remembering. As I learn of those participating in the

wake and ceremony, I can empathize with the depth of the elder's grief from

losing his wife. I can understand this not just in relation to a human

experience, but too for animals. I can now truly understand the depth and

agonizing grief of the loss of such a love. I can sit with the grandmother whose

grandchildren deserted the Nation for the " conveniences " of the States and whose

spirit has " wondered off the path " , offer her my reassuring hand and watch the

twinkle return to her eye as I breathe in her life story and she affectionately

calls me granddaughter. I can look into and beyond the sunken sad eyes of young

parents sitting around me, whose children have passed, and offer comfort from

knowing that Spirit lives on. I can straddle the worlds between dreamtime and

present, or walk upon the rainbow bridging North and true North or East and

West, and stand within this circle, in this silence, this void which is not of

emptiness but rather of all knowing... that this truth is mine.

>

> Peace & Love:

> -Danielle

>

[Guest guest]

That is a beautiful way of experiencing one's family member going home,

Danielle. I give my condolences for you and your family's loss.

 

Love & blessings,

Linda

 

, " lo1o113 " <lo1o113

wrote:

>

> You write so beautifully, thank you for sharing. Once again my

condolences....

>

> Laura

>

>

> , " iamwaitingmoon "

<iamwaitingmoon@> wrote:

> >

> > Greetings from Manitoba:

> > The morning air is cool. The sun slowly rises in the clouded grey sky. It's

5:00 a.m. and I have just arrived at the Walking Out ceremony. The early risers

enter a long teepee traditionally used by the Cree to house multiple families.

This is one of the seven rites of passage which my brother was granted for his

adopted son. This would have been my nephew's time to be introduced to the

community and to introduce him to his traditional role as a male. But today, my

brother and I are just two of many friends and family who will greet these

children as they take their first steps upon our Mother Earth. What a

fascinating mirror of self these children offer to me, as they tippy toe along

with a combined look of puzzlement and excitement- arms outstretched for the

comfort of familiar loving arms to embrace them and keep them safe. Some express

with tears and freight, and others are already dancing with delight. It is now 7

a.m. and I have returned to my nephew's relative's home. I cannot help but to

notice the stillness of this Saturday morning. It reminds me of the Seventh

Generation Prophecy and how it says many of the people will be " sleeping " . (I am

awakening.) I am straddling the earth and heavens. We are celebrating

children's first steps with earth mother-the beginning of a critical symbiotic

relationship. But too, I have begun a full day's preparation for a ceremony of

passing. It will require gathering of boughs and timber, times of silence,

prayer, song and the giving away of material belongings. We are asked not to

shed tears for these four days. It is the love for a child, the love of our

Mother Earth and the pull to its need for her healing and that of her children

which has brought us together. It is just that-the need for healing, which I now

believe sparked this journey of my own awakening, and which places me here in

the very center of this void of where all is; in this very center of the circle

of life, this truth and remembering. As I learn of those participating in the

wake and ceremony, I can empathize with the depth of the elder's grief from

losing his wife. I can understand this not just in relation to a human

experience, but too for animals. I can now truly understand the depth and

agonizing grief of the loss of such a love. I can sit with the grandmother whose

grandchildren deserted the Nation for the " conveniences " of the States and whose

spirit has " wondered off the path " , offer her my reassuring hand and watch the

twinkle return to her eye as I breathe in her life story and she affectionately

calls me granddaughter. I can look into and beyond the sunken sad eyes of young

parents sitting around me, whose children have passed, and offer comfort from

knowing that Spirit lives on. I can straddle the worlds between dreamtime and

present, or walk upon the rainbow bridging North and true North or East and

West, and stand within this circle, in this silence, this void which is not of

emptiness but rather of all knowing... that this truth is mine.

> >

> > Peace & Love:

> > -Danielle

> >

>