Real Dream-Catchers teach spirit wisdoms of the Seventh Fire

Real Dream-Catchers teach the wisdoms of the Seventh Fire, an Ojibwe Prophecy, that is being fulfilled at this moment. The Light-skinned Race is being shown the result of the Way of the Mind and the possibilities that reside in the Path of the Spirit. Real Dream-Catchers point the way.

Twin Flame Dream-Catchers of the Seventh Fire

While living in Denver, Colorado, in 1997, a friend introduced me to a book, People of the Lake, written by W. Michael Gear and Kathleen O'Neal Gear, anthropologists who have studied the cultures and archaeological record of Native American people.  With another friend I later was encouraged to read the other books in the series, People of the Earth, People of the Fire, and People of the River.  Throughout the series there was a common theme, the underlying importance of the spiral and the need for a "dreamer" to shift the culture of a people to a new way of living.  I had discovered a hidden truth of Dream-Catcher weaving, the spiral.  Every Dream-Catcher has spirals within the weaving and my new designs are clearly spirals and double spirals.  As I awoke from a fevered sleep I heard the sissagwad tell me to "dance a new dream that the people might live." What did that mean?

Perhaps I was being prepared to be a Dream Dancer?  Was that why I was given so much help and guidance?  Was I supposed to give help and guidance to others?  Was I supposed to show the way to a new way of living? What would that be exactly?  It was more than a little unnerving.  I don't remember signing up for duty as a Dream Dancer.  Besides, the idea was fiction.  Surely, spirit would speak more directly about such a thing, not through stories.  Although it helped me bring a clearer focus to the book, I nonetheless pushed it to the back of my mind as I travelled through New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, and back to Denver and on to Minnesota.  That was April through May 1998

After the wedding of my son, I was looking ahead to meeting Morning Star, a Passamaquoddy and M'kmaq woman I had met the previous year at a powwow.  And in July I was to go to Europe to teach and travel with an Austrian woman I had met at the same powwow.  It seemed to be a fine adventure ahead.  I thought that what I was doing was just about selling Dream Catchers and telling their stories.  I had no idea how shallow those thoughts were.  Morning Star changed that. 

She was beautiful, her long black hair glistening in the October sun as she ran past my booth at the Harvest Moon Powwow.  Her white leather dress amplified the glow of love she emanated.  She embraced friends as they sought her attention.  She was loved by so many.  I hoped she would see me, see my Dream Catchers, see me.  Near the end of the last day of the powwow, she came to my booth, negotiated with me on the purchase of a drum.  One of her companions asked her how she was and she said  that her hip was very painful, she could hardly walk.  "I can heal that," said a voice in my head.  Another voice said, "No, you can't.  What would she think?  Certainly it would look like a trick to get her attention." 

As she walked away with the drum the first voice declared, "Why not?  All things are possible!"  I went to her and told her that I could help her sore hip and I asked her to come back to my booth.  I gave her some of my pycnogenol, an antioxidant that would help repair the connective tissue in her hip and prevent the release of antihistamines which cause pain.  She thanked me, gave me a hug, and left. 

A week later I got a message from Morning Star on my voice mail.  She wanted to talk to me before I returned to my home in Denver.  We wrote, talked on the phone, and became friends.  I planned to come east for the summer powwows and perhaps we could see each other in May, even do some powwows together.   

When we met at Halibut Point in May 1998, she seemed stunned and distracted, walking into a patch of poison ivy with bare feet.  We climbed over rocks to get down to the Atlantic shore to wash away the poison ivy and she began to tell me of a time several lifetimes ago when I came ashore on her home island of Utowna, The Place of the Rocks.  Today this island is called Peaks Island, and can be reached by ferry from Portland, Maine.  In her own words: 

"She was but age to have seen her first moon.  The newcomers were frightening. Her father had told her to stay where she could become 'invisible.'  The image of the newcomers as one ...respectful and gentle... not scarey.  Hiding was easy from all but he.  I slipped and he stared straight at me and assured me with his kindness that I was 'still invisible.'  I was grateful.       

"Why had they left him here? He would surely die in battle with my brothers.  He hadn't told his people of the 'invisible' girl he had seen.  I returned to the place of our mother's heart to leave a bundle of the     sweetest raspberries.  I hadn't eaten even one.  There you stood, as in wonder, searching for the girl hidden within her mother's womb.  She was Born of the Sea, just as I am today."

"As we walked, I began to realize that you had been left to be in our care...or at our mercy...in either case, in peace, till your own people came to bring you to a place you called your home.  I was in awe of this man who had been able to 'see.'  We really had no fear of the newcomers, because with all their magic, they could not 'see' us...yet, who is 'he' that he can see me?  As part of my right to become a woman, I asked that my people offer protection for this man until his people came to bring him to his homeland...far beyond Sobagw* to the~~~~   mountain people~~~~**"

"The sun was setting as the noise from the wild one...'horn'... would call my Tashuri [trusted friend] to come to the shore. We sat and I wondered if truly he would leave.  He beckoned me to come and I knew I could not leave.  Our dance faced the great pines on the large breasts of our mother as she lay restful beyond Sobagw*, as the sun set~~~~~* and my tears flowed forever...and never to be seen again." 

"I watched as more and more of the newcomers passed through the passage.  I defied so many of my family to sit on the ridge near the heart of Utowna*, to see if he was among those from whom we are invisible...you didn't come K'chi nia.[sacred love]" 

"Then they burned the island.  The great fire ended in 'their' shame.  We were invisible and smiled as they pondered whether or not we were truly gone. They intended our extinction in those flames.  I watched as our mother cried...as her children burned...as my relations came and took us to the city beneath Sobagw*." 

Later when we were talking about the island under the hand of the developers, she mentioned "Captain Levett."  She wondered if there was such a person and if he had anything to do with Maine and Utowna.  She called a friend to do some checking in the historical record,. J.J. wrote a short note to say,  

 "The name you gave me can only be Capt.Christopher Levett {around 1623}; interesting to note one of your family names is the name of a man stolen and returned to the bay {Nahanda}.  According to the brief info I got, Cpt L. tried to establish a colony and couldn't hack it there.  He is said to have been claimed by Sobagw*.  No mention of the fire in the stuff I read, but the island was burned.  Around 1633 they burned it with all your people there because of an outbreak of one of the major diseases around then." 

In 1965 Morning Star was twelve years old when she first saw this vision.   

"I sat at the place where the rocks glowed with sunset colors and my fingers rubbing the soothing sap which ran from a place between the rocks...which had saved me from the wrath of the new-comers once before.  I had not forgotten all that was...and now I sit here! At this spot! This must be a joke.  I said to my father, 'Why is it that I am here again?'"

 "He replied, 'You failed to see, Morning Star.'"           

 "I told him of all that was and he said, 'yes, I remember.'"           

 "K'chi nia, I searched for you, I all but died to defend my right to be your mate*." 

She had given up the possibility of seeing me again after looking for me to return in each of her lifetimes since.  Then there I was, at the powwow organized by her mother.  She recognized my energy signature.  She doesn't see features and details, she sees energy as her father had taught her to do.  After she had recovered from the shock she rushed past me, hoping that I would recognize her.  I noticed.  I didn't recognize her.  Grandfather Oak advised her not to talk to me.  She couldn't bear the possibility that I would disappear from her life once again, so she called.   

She was so beautiful, so loving, so close to the Spirit of the People of Sobagw*, and she loved me more deeply than I had ever been loved before.  In a few days I had asked her to marry me and she said she would. Then she asked me if I would marry her, and I said I would.  We  traveled to Utowna* and planned a wedding ceremony to share our blood in the traditional way, at the point across from Whitehead where she had tried to hide nearly 400 years ago.  I felt so honored by her love and companionship, to be the mate of such an amazingly beautiful and spirit-filled woman, one who was loved by all who could see the awesome love that she radiated. 

She took me with her to the powwow at Topsfield, Massachusetts where I met many of her friends and relatives, her mother and her "Grandfather Oak", a 96-year old grand-uncle.  He was dancing at the powwow, as usual, because it was also a wonderful way to meet young women.  He was in full regalia befitting an elder--a horned fur hat, leather shirt and pants, many adornments draped around his neck, falling in an avalanche of honors and gifts.  Nearly an hour later someone came running up to us and asked if I would come heal Grandfather Oak.  His right knee had begun to hurt and they had taken him to a shady corner of the powwow grounds.  We went to him and I put my hands on each side of his knee and began to focus healing energy there.  After a few minutes he looked at me and said, "It's warm."   

"It's just healing energy," I replied.  

"Now it's hot!" he said, "It's like that green stuff," referring to an ointment. 

Then I heard sissagwaad tell me that a rattle was needed.  I didn't have one with me so I ran from booth to booth looking for and testing rattles until I found the right one, bought it, and rushed back to Grandfather Oak to finish the healing with the rattle.  He stood up and tested the knee by putting pressure on it.  

 "It works!" he shouted, "It really works!" as he pranced and jumped around.  He went back to the dancing circle with a big smile on his face. 

The next day Morning Star and her family were attending the graduation of her oldest son from college, the first in the family.  Grandfather Oak wanted to walk in proudly in full regalia under his own power.  But when I checked my phone messages Grandfather Oak was saying, "White Eagle I need your help.  Please come."  It was too late, they would already be at the ceremony.  Next day Morning Star told me that she and Grandfather had put their hands on his knee and called on my energy and they healed the knee.  Several days later, she told me that whenever Grandfather's knee gives him trouble he calls on the energy of his medicine man, White Eagle, and heals himself.  In gratitude for this Grandfather Oak gave me his dancing moccasins.  I now dance in the moccasins of Grandfather Oak. 

Morning Star told me that when she met me at Halibut Point she could hardly speak at first because around my head like a cap she saw small, swirling energies of many soft colors with an intensely bright light coming out of the center of each one.  They seemed to pull in closer when I was sad and expanded with my joy.  Many times she would just watch the light show and say, "It's so beautiful!  I've never seen anything like it."  Then she saw a picture I had drawn of the raindrops in a heart-shaped pool..

"Allen, the tiny fingerprints, the spirals, are very similar to those about you.  I think you see in 'black and white' with some light in view.  But Allen, how did you 'know' of the spirals...You see in sort of a dream state and 'what' you see in that state is almost exactly as I see through vision...[you] already 'see' and probably don't even realize [what you] drew is reality.  These tiny spirits are so close to you that perhaps they are the 'eyes' of your dreams.  You see more clearly than I.  I am satisfied with the peace in knowing that you 'see' very well."

"This gift of love you have given to me...or perhaps I have stolen, is the most sacred love my Spirit has ever known.  You once said in one of your letters that you thought perhaps you were coming to me to give me wings.  Wabishkie Ginu*, you are the breath of the Earth Mother and soar so much higher than I.  I suspect that you will truly soar~* to a place where eagles still fly... "  One night I tried to share the lights with her by sweeping the energy (that I couldn't see) from my head to hers.  She went into an ecstatic trance.  Shortly after I stopped she awakened and told me that I had sent her soaring out of her body and she didn't want to come back at first.  I didn't try to share the "lights" with Morning Star again.   

Then she saw the "lo-wa-na-dzhee-tee."  We were sitting in her truck talking about our future when she fell silent, seemingly frozen with the look of fear on her face.  She cut short our conversation and left without explanation.  I begged her to tell me what happened.  Next day she told me that an energy, a spirit, had appeared on my shoulder and told her that she was not to be my mate.  There was another that was waiting for me.  Twice more it appeared when we were together and reminded her that she was not to be my life mate.  I was to go to Europe without attachments to hold me back.  I had some kind of special gift to give to humanity.  I was to be allowed to remain on the path of Dream Dancer that spirit had laid out for me.  There I was to meet another whose love would bring my life to fulfillment.   

"You made a promise to me to see all that you are and to learn to see, thru your heart as you said.  The irony is that I love and respect you and will open your eyes so that you will "truly see" another.  I'm not so sure I have the courage to do it, but I will try.  I will focus on you and see if I can just love you enough to enable you to see.  Then you will seek total fulfillment."           

 "My love,           

 I guess I have now finally come to understand the "why" of silence that my grandfather and other loved ones feel soooo strongly about.  In my silence, I would not feel the pain of seeing how my pain affects you.  My pain is about me, and who I am cursed to be.  

Allen, I'll try harder to conjure up the sunshine.  I have come to believe that "all that is" has wept enough for me.  I somehow need to gather the energy to do that ...for your sake... for Ki's sake [her son]. 

I pray that my inability to keep silent does not alter the incredible love that is yet to come.  I'll see you when I have some strength and lots of sunshine. 

K'kezalmelba K'chi nia [I love you, sacred love.]

                                                               Morning Star*) 

That night she left Rockport with a neighbor on his fishing boat to travel to Whitehead by sea for a night of prayer, filling her heart with the energy of the sacred place.  She returned in a dense fog that forced them to travel close to shore and put in at a port north of Rockport.  She called his wife who drove up to bring her back.  She came directly to my campsite upon her return.  She left this note.  

 "Allen, K'chi nia,

 "I never imagined feeling this love.  I am so grateful. It won't be long until you are able to see.  You have already become so aware of the "you in you."

 "K'chi nia, this loving, the depth of this loving has so much completion for me..."I am in fact so open and alive that other senses have begun to re-awaken. Where I failed 'to see' I now glimpse.  There have been at least three occasions in the past six months, where the 'reality' of these peeks at what will be, has overwhelmed me.  K'chi nia, in the woods the night you pleaded with me to explain why the abrupt withdrawal from our conversation, one such glimpse wounded me."

"I have seen the 'other.'  On a very human conscious level you see no further than me for  now.  This is probably for the best...for your sake Allen."

"I am here, as always I have been, and truly always will be.  The irony of all this causes some pain.  The tears are sometimes frustration.  I have come to know and believe that my role is quite simple this time around.  It's like, 'hello, time to wake up...your life is about to begin

"Allen, your love is so tremendous that it not only completes me, but has opened a can of Sobegw* waka (sea sparkles) in which the "other's" face is a clear as the dew on our Mother's brow." 

"Perhaps the Creator needed to know that a human       is capable of this unconditional love.  I   may never understand, but the me in me savors every moment of what "is" and pray every day that I will not see any more of what will be."  

              Journey time~~~~~~~~~~~*

"Kwai Allen, 

I guess the time has finally come to wish you safe journey...  I need to somehow phase us out of my thoughts so that the you in you is not blinded.  This has been a major concern of mine, as well as my grandfather's.  It is wrong (in my belief) to interfere with a person's life. I have already got some of that to deal with for I truly feel that perhaps I should have listened a little more and spoken a lot less.  That is behind me and whatever the circle brings back to be for doing it I will accept. (calculated risk)          

Alas the time has come to say goodbye.  I don't know that there is ever a painless way to do this as it has been several lifetimes since I first faced this ending.  To honor all that we once were I went to Halibut Point, walked down to the tidal pool where I first brought you to be a part of all my relations, and made the most sincere prayers for you and your completeness as are humanly possible.  I thanked the Creator and all of my relations for the time which was given.  I journeyed through all that once was, and more recently all that has been.  My heart ached and my spirit* was embraced by all of my relations as the transition began. 

I hope that I somehow opened that window for you...or at least helped you to know and           believe that it was all there, just waiting for you to come and be a part of,  Adio, Allen.           Life's blessings to you and your loved ones. 

Morning Star Utowna de Sobegw*~~~~~~~~~~* 

My departure was the most painful experience of my life and I left because she said that I must.  If I did not follow the path laid out for me she would feel even greater pain.  She felt she would be punished for disrespecting the ways of her people.  In leaving I was honoring her vision, yet I doubted that I could ever find a greater love or a woman more worthy of my love and my life.  I did not realize it at the time, but I had created links through the agreement to share my bank account, collect my mail, and pay my bills while I was gone.  In effect, I was trusting her with everything I had, hoping that somehow she had misinterpreted or misunderstood her vision, begging her to consider other explanations for what she had seen  She had the key to my material possessions, my business, my mail box, and to my heart.  I was bewildered by the abrupt change in our relationship.  I did not leave her willingly.  She sent me away because she knew before I knew that there was another with whom I was to journey.  

Twin Flame Dream-Catchers--A melody in the voice, a vibration of love that you recognize, a glowing signature in the aura remembered, a knowing that you have danced with that one on a distant shore, memories beyond time and space that sing of your great beginning in the Heart of Creator.  Twin Flames of Original Love burst forth to journey their lone and separate ways, to learn of knowing and to know, to become and learn to Be.  Only when you are whole are you ready for the Twin Flame.  You can learn from many other relationships, some satisfying, some painful, and you know that each is a step, a sacred step, that prepares you for the ultimate relationship with the one who completes you--your Twin Flame.   Finally to meet again, your dimmed memories resisting the Truth of Oneness, it is a gift of Mother Earth and Father Sky, a chalice of Light and Love. 

© allen aslan heart

Bawaudjigaeaun wae-ondji manitouwiyaun. In Ojibwe this means, "To dreams I owe the mystery."

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