Dreamwalker II

brown and blue rocks

When he saw the red rocks, he knew he had made the right choice. With Standing Bear’s advice, he had not officially quit his job in New York – not yet. Taking a leave of absence though, allowed him to enjoy nature again. He was regaining some sanity.

Seventy hour work weeks had taken a toll on him, in more ways than one. He was in Northern New Mexico now, near Taos. He was hiking, and camping with a tent, which he had not done in years. It took just one day for the healing and restoration to begin. The days were filled with intoxicating sunlight, and the nights were cold, which made for great sleeping, as he hunkered down in his sleeping bag.

As he was carving, and sanding down a walking stick one day, he started thinking about his job. How could he quit when so many of his people looked up to him? He was a huge success. Maybe that was the point, he didn’t need to be a millionaire, and it was time to get back to his people. It was time to give to his people. Pow WowWarm Springs ReservationOregonUSA

He could not live apart from them anymore. If he did keep his job, he would do so out here, close to nature, attending the Pow Wows, and yes even dancing, like in the visions he had. He needed to feel whole and complete, and that meant living out here.

That also meant he could seek out relationships. Was it wrong to seek a woman? Of course not. Even his mother and father (both gone now) would approve. Later, when he took a break from walking, he sat on some rocks and looked at the sky. The sun began hiding behind some clouds. He smiled to himself, realizing he needed the physical and the spiritual in his life. It felt good to be alive again.

After five days of being in the wilderness, he came to a trading post, in a little town called Big Stone Gap. They had supplies, a restaurant, and an inn. He thought it would be good idea to eat someone else’s cooking for a couple of days. While he was in the restaurant, he read some of the local newspapers. Under the help wanted ads he saw something that caught his eye. There was a teaching job open at the River Rocks Community College, in the Economics Department. The more he read about it, the more he wanted to work there.

He was about to reach for his phone and call Standing Bear, to tell him about it, when he noticed his waitress, for the first time. How did God make such beautiful women? They talked for a while, and later she took her break by sitting down with him. He found out her name was Linda, and noticed that she looked more Mexican, than First Nations – but so what! Yes it sure was good to be alive again…. mexican woman

Note: I have decided not to call this a “conclusion”, because I’m leaving it open for future possibilities. I would like to see more of James Dreamwalker (and his relationships) in the future!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker

city storm

Contemporary Microfiction

It was the thunder that caught his attention that day. He was sitting on the 32nd floor, of the company’s office building in Manhattan, in a board meeting, watching the storm lashing at the ceiling to floor windows. But when the thunder shook the building it got everyone’s attention.

The CEO stopped his presentation, they all looked, momentarily concerned, and then they started the meeting again. The storm was only mildly interesting to them, a temporary interruption. James Dreamwalker thought about it differently though.

This storm was an affirmation. As he listened now to the company president, talk about the numbers, the strength of the company, the exploding market in Singapore, it all became background noise to the much more important event going on outside. He was having yet another vision. In the vision, he was dancing at an event, with his cousins, his feet were pounding, his heart beating with the drums, his body moving, as he felt the presence of the Creator. He continued to see in the vision, people moving, colors in a blur, and for some reason a horse. He was riding bareback, in a place with red rocks. It was all moving and spinning, but he could see the horse sweat. The horse was pounding away, flying over the ground at top speed. It took his breath away. holding on

The vision ended with his mother’s voice in what appeared to be a cave, with smoke. Was she in the afterlife? He could not see her, but there was a light, and she repeated what she had said, seconds before she died, “You were not made, to chase after money”. He stood up now, in the middle of the board meeting, and walked towards the ceiling to floor windows. With his face against the glass, he could hear the wind howling. It was saying to him, to get out of there, and to not come back. It all confirmed what he had been sensing for weeks. He was to go back to his people.

“Standing Bear”, he said out loud. The board members stopped talking, and turned to him. “James?” “What are you talking about?”, one of them asked. James, turned to the group of men, now realizing what he had said. He went with it anyway. “I need to talk to Joseph Standing Bear”, he said. “Excuse me”, he mumbled as he left the room.

As he left the group of men (there were no women) they mumbled about James’ mother passing away recently, and he was taking it badly. Then the president of the company began quoting numbers again, and the meeting recommenced, with the strength of the company in Hong Kong, and Taipei.

In the elevator, James Dreamwalker pushed the down button, realizing he wouldn’t be seeing this place again.

Note: To be continued tomorrow!

 feathers

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Return

mountain and lake

When I return to the mountains,

wholeness returns to me,

the windows of my soul,

can be opened, curtains,

pushed aside,

clouds dispersed, by the wind,

His breath of life.

I don’t even need my recurve bow,Spotted

or an Appaloosa,

all I need is my heart,

and two feet to carry me,

far above the clouds,

walking,

getting the big picture,

once again, truth happening.

The reality of deer,

shuffling quietly, the owl,

says, “Who?”

eagle flying“Who is near to you?”

an eagle soaring, close by,

giving me his wings,

of strength,

infusing,

receiving the muscles of faith,

I walk it out,

as the seasons pass by,

in an instant, a cardinal sings,

a love song I remember,

reminding me, of My Love,

so as I sit on a rock, surrounded,red cardinal

by the pine trees, I realize,

there is more to life,

than contemplation.

I will return to the mountains,

again,

but in the meantime,

in the valley,

I will let the creation,

flow through me,

and inspire me,

like wild horses running.

Thanks God.

Horses Running in Field

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Contemplation

man

Closing my eyes to see,

there is more,

watching my breathing,

listening,

remembering the oneness,

of silence,

aloneness of light,

serenity though, dividing me,

a double edge, two at once,

of seeker and writer,

seeing, feeling, writing,

write it down.

Is it always this way?

Peaceful paintings,

an eagle glides,

through my mind,

paintbrushes,

a vision,

a stream waiting,

a mountain calling.

Sun.

Am I alone again?

And then He said,

“My son,”

“…you are never alone”

 eagle

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Weeping Fire

tears of fire

The earth had been grieving for centuries,

it was not just one thing,

that caused the fire,

it was everything,

combined.

Slavery,

of Africans, of children,

oppression,

of the poor, of women,

the extermination,

of culture, of people,

the earth,

was broken hearted,

and grieving,

deeply,

volcanoes sobbed,

and erupted,

with grief, all over the world,

the earth could not hold back,

any longer,

brokenness was felt,

from China,

to Canada,

pieces of earth,

fell,

and the grieving fire spread,

unstoppable anguish,

the earth had lost too many,

of her children,

the fire burned for weeks,

it was not vengeance,

it was weeping,

and some did survive,

by jumping in water,

to start again,

this time without violence.

The earth had been grieving for centuries.

tree in the sunrise

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Journey to Broken Sky

highway green and blue

Contemporary Microfiction

Note: The Appaloosa is a breed of horse in the US, Canada, and in other parts of the world. The Nakota, and Inuit, are First Nations people groups.

The Appaloosa had changed his life, he was certain of that. He had been driving for four days, and the horse had come to him in a dream, as he was sleeping, by the side of the road. It was the same spotted horse he had as a teenager, and it spoke to him in the dream, in his tribal language. He loved his first language, but he had not heard it in years. One thing was for sure – after the dream he had stopped thinking about going back home after the trip. It was as if there was something…….something he was supposed to do out here, in the middle of nowhere. His heart was filled with his first language now, and as he drove he sometimes spoke it out loud.

AppaloosaHe had come to the Yukon to find the most remote place possible, and to hike. He was looking for something – but what? The Appaloosa, had told him he was on a journey, and that this journey was not over yet. He had “further to go”, in more ways than one. So he kept driving.

It was late afternoon when he pulled into Mapleton. It was a small town with one hotel. There was no one at the front desk, but there was a sign that said, “Check Yourself In.” Strange how small towns trusted people, he thought. Once he was in the room, he fell asleep quickly, on top of the bed. He had been driving for fourteen hours straight.

That night he dreamt of his parents, and growing up on the reservation. He was also riding his horse in the dream, galloping as fast as they could through miles of open fields. At one point he was riding with his arms out to the side, barely holding on with his legs, and in that moment of intense freedom, he heard the words, “Never forget who you are.” Whose voice was that? He could not tell. He also saw a school, he had never seen before. Children he did not know, were playing outside, and he began speaking to them in their language. Yet he had no idea what the language was! inuit

When he woke up, or at least he thought he was awake, he saw his mother’s face. She spoke very clearly in Nakota, “Never forget who you are.” Then she repeated the words, in the Inuit language. His mother had been half Nakota, and half Inuit, and she had always encouraged him with these words as he was growing up, making him feel proud of his heritage.

He spent the day in Mapleton, walking around, getting to know the people. He was amazed at how friendly they were. Many were Inuit, or had some Inuit connection. At the restaurant an older couple at the next table struck up a conversation, asking him where he was from. When they asked him why he was in town, he said, “I have no idea.” They smiled.

After his meal, he got up to leave, when the older man he had been talking to, asked him a strange question. He said, “Do you need a job?” The man explained he had a lumber yard, not far from here, and he was looking for help. He stumbled with his words, and was not sure what to say, but he did turn down the job.

The couple had told him about a historical site he should visit, on the edge of town. He decided to walk there, and he loved feeling of the northern sun on his face. As he got closer, chill bumps ran through his body. Could it be??? He started running towards the building. It was! It was older now, and crumbling, but it was the same school – exactly the same school – he had dreamt about last night. Was that the sound of children playing? No one was there, but he thought he could hear them.

The name of the school had been, “The Broken Sky School”, and it had been closed in 1970. When he saw the writing engraved, over the top of the front door, he sank to his knees and began weeping. The words over the door said, “Never Forget Who You Are”. All he could say through the tears was, “Thanks Mom……..I won’t forget……” He covered his face with his hands.

Later that day, he drove out to the lumber yard, and took the job.

 lumber yard

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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