"Send Your Intention Out"

 ANNOUNCEMENTS

***  The big IANDS conference is August 28 through September 1.  For tickets, buy now.  Go to CONFERENCE.IANDS.ORG.  It will be near Phoenix, Arizona at Wild Horse Pass.  I will be on stage twice, once by myself speaking about the work of Kenneth Ring, Ph.D., when he along with Whitley Streiber, investigated alien abductions, and Ken established what he came to call “encounter- prone”  personality.  I will compare this with my own work, touching on what is in my new book, ALIENS AND THE NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE.  My second time on stage will be with a group of near-death experiencers who will talk about their own NDEs - that included some form of alien encounter. This is a new topic with IANDS, as more and more experiencers now make such claims.  How far this goes no one knows.  There is a chance my new book will not be published in time for the conference, so be alert for announcements.

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AN UNUSUAL STORY TO SHARE

I’m reading FUTURE MEMORY…….Thank you for writing it.  It seems that to fly the osprey, I found a way to slip between time and space into the mind of the osprey, and with whisper-gentle-intent guided her where I wanted her to go.   

It was in the sixties when I was reading Black Elk Speaks (by John Gneisenau Neihardt).  I was riding a bus in Portland, Oregon.  I was immersed in the story when the statement appeared:  “no white person has ever gone to harvest the medicine tree.”  And I chucked to myself, a young white woman, for my far memory shifted this statement.  In the far past, carried on whimsy, I remembered.

I’m a young Indian boy (Native American, before puberty….maybe 10 or so).  I’ve been instructed to learn to fly the osprey:   bring the osprey to land on that spar above the pond.  

Now I’m sent out to sit on the bank until I do it.  (In the Native way, often we must find our own way to figure out how to do things.  It’s not like the white culture where our steps are listed out to follow.)

I’ve been badgering the Medicine Man to let me go when he chooses the medicine tree - the tree used in the sacred sun dance.  He only grunts and walks away, leaving me more determined to get permission to go with him.  I don’t know if anyone else has ever gone with him, but I desperately want to go with him.  The more he gives me noncommittal responses, the more I keep after him.  The Sun Dance is coming up, and I still am no closer to getting a response.

Now that I’m given a task of flying the osprey, I determine to put my whole effort into this to prove to him that I’m worthy of completing this task.  I sit on the bank and watch the osprey pair.  I choose the larger one, the female, and carefully observe her.  I watch her patterns of flight.  I watch her habits during the day, then I observe how she files.  I feel the wind currents and imagine into her intention.  I imagine her observation of wind currents, water patterns and fish below.  After a long time I find myself looking through her eyes, viewing the world below, feeling the lift of air below our wings.

Gradually I find myself immersing myself in her very thoughts and feelings.  I test the wind and learn when she’s going to turn left or right.  I find that when I enter her intention, that I can feel when she shifts or slightly falters in her choice.  Here is the moment that I match her energy and slightly veer her in the direction that I want her to go.  

Now I became aware of the Medicine Man behind me on the trail above.  Instantly my focus shifts to my desire to go with him, for in my heightened awareness, I know where he is going.  In the blink of an eye, with no effort at all, I’ve left my body and I’m walking beside him on his right.  He glances down and the slightest smile brushes his lips, and now I am ignored, but not sent back.

We walk through the forest then out into a clearing, a slough like area is below the bank we stand on.  Trees boarder the far side of the lowland.  I shimmer my energy with his and wait.  Suddenly one tree lights up, fuller than the sun coming out of the clouds.  It’s lit from within by some amazing light, and I am immersed in the scintillating feeling of light and joy.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see him nod with deep appreciation and gratitude, acknowledging.

He turns on his heel and goes back.  I feel a companionship even though it appears that I’m being ignored, and my heart leaps with joy as I walk beside him in utter silence.  As I slip back into my body, my heart rejoices, for now I know the secret of the shimmering tree, and I’ll never tell.

Again I join the osprey, for I know the place where she and I will meet to land on the spar behind me.  Time becomes timeless as I join her in flight.

That same medicine man taught us to send our intention out like fly fishing to find a certain plant, then later, he expected us precipitate the plant.