Searching for Ice Flower

Dream-Catchers teach spirit wisdoms of the Seventh Fire

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.

Searching for Ice Flower

It had begun beautifully with an aurora borealis that covered the entire Minnesota sky the night that we met. She was a pretty farm girl with an outgoing personality and a vivacious smile. We were married, had our first child two years later. Three years later we had another and then our last baby. Family did lots of family things, camping, canoeing, family get-togethers. I built plastic airtube tunnels for the kids in front yard in summer, built them inside the house for one of the kid's birthday parties. We had a garden, played volleyball with a church group, hosted mint julep parties on the patio I had built. Twenty nine years with my first love ended as time moved along and I began to explore beyond the norm. I could not be the typical suburban husband she wanted.

Significantly, Orea came to my table at the Harvest of the Heart Conference. She was working at the event and in passing my display table, she saw the light in my eyes and stopped to chat. Young, vivacious, blonde and blue eyed she lead me on a journey into spiritual healing and sacred love. In a month she was out of my life and I was left to continue my journey alone. It had seemed like a dream that faded at first light, but I had been introduced to new possibilities and the experience of the sacred.

In looking for the sacred connection I discovered the power of ego in women who were caught up in their mind even though they professed New Thought or New Age spirituality. Comfortable, sweet, kind, even fun, they could not travel with me in their hearts. They didn't really know WHO I was, WHO I AM. Despite trying to mesh my life with theirs, someone or something would come along to disturb the apparent tranquility and "normalcy".

When Barb came into my life it seemed again auspicious because of its apparent connection to Native American spirituality. She had asked me to take her to the airport for a lengthy tour of Australia. There I met her group and they asked me to participate with them when in the brief departure ceremony. When she returned, I picked her up, and they once again asked me to join them in their return ceremony. A few weeks later the leader of the group had asked me to travel to the head of the Mississippi River for a seminar with Ojibwa teachers near Cass Lake. There I asked one of the spiritual leaders from the tribe to "open" my pipe. He brought Barbara and me together for the opening ceremony. It looked as though we were off to an auspicious start. But family dysfunction got in the way when she invited me to travel with her to Wisconsin to meet her estranged family. She became abusive and violent. Our plans to get married ended abruptly. Not too many months later I learned I could heal my broken heart with a slight variation of Tai Chi Chih that I had learned because of a previous relationship. On the high dunes overlooking Pismo Beach I discovered Tai Chi for the Heart. Through Barb, I learned that youth and beauty mean little when huge areas of the heart are still in dysfunctional mode. I could look back at the short time I had spent with Orea when I had used a childhood healing meditation by John Bradshaw in which I reparented my inner child.

Then, in my travels, marketing my dream catchers and teaching classes, I stopped to visit with an old friend who had moved to Denver several months earlier. I had learned much about ecstasy and orgasm from her and it seemed another exceptional connection. There I opened new markets in the area and did Native American Arts and Craft shows in Santa Monica CA and Denver. I returned early from the California trip because of a bout of flu that had laid me low for nearly a week and seemed to ready to hang on for another week. So I cancelled my plans to market to northern California and returned to Denver. There I awakened the morning after my return to the  "call of spirit" asking me to "dance a new dream for the people," I asked if I was to dance a new dream by myself or would I have a helpmate. Stories have been told from ancient times of men or women who danced a new dream, but did so alone. I was told that there would be one who would understand the meaning of dancing a new dream with me.

Later I was also told that I needed to travel to the East Coast to bring the Dream Catchers of the Seventh Fire to more people who had not yet had the experience of them. I was very reluctant to travel across the country to the big cities of Boston, NYC, Philadelphia, and Pittsburgh because I was enjoying my mountain experience with Noreen. But the spirit call was insistent and I knew I needed to follow the path laid down for me. I didn't know that I would meet Misha. She was "Indian". Passamaquoddi and M'kmaq and I had first seen her at the Harvest Moon Powwow in South Natick, Massachusetts. She had run by my sales tent laughing dressed in white buckskin. Later she stopped back to buy a drum. She negotiated me down a bit and I enjoyed her beauty and company while we talked. A friend of hers passing by asked her how she was feeling and she said that it still hurt. I heard a voice tell me to "heal her." I replied in my mind, "Oh, sure! I'm going to tell her that I'm going to heal her and put my hands on her hips just as her big warrior husband comes by....I don't think so!

As that was running through my mind she had left my sales tent and was across the lane talking with friends when the voice shouted at me in my mind, "HEAL HER!

"OK! OK! I shouted back in my mind.

I'd had many such weird conversations but I was getting used to it and I knew that it was better to follow spirit's orders than to make it all up on my own. I left my sales tent and crossed the lane to stutter something about, "I'm being told to do some healing with you."

She agreed and came to my sales tent so I could watch my stock while I did the healing. When it was complete she thanked me and I wished that I had had the courage and time to get to know her.

On my way back to Denver a few weeks later I got a message on my voice mail from her asking that I come to see her. I sent a message back that I was already halfway across Pennsylvania and had a lot of dream catchers to weave before my Christmas deadline.

We communicated through the winter and into the spring and I told her that I was going to Europe in mid-summer. At the same powwow a gorgeous, red-headed Austrian English teacher wanted me to teach her how to weave dream catchers. She later invited me to come to Austria to teach her students about dreamcatchers before their year was over. After a swing through California I headed back to Minnesota for my son's wedding and then to Massachusetts to meet Mishanagqus.  More of this story at twin flame dreamcatchers.

In the month before my departure for Europe Mishanagqus and I had begun planning our marriage. I was ecstatic with anticipation and so was she. She was so loved by everybody and very intuitive, beautiful, and receptive to me. I thought that she must be the female counterpart to me that was promised by spirit when I was asked to be a dream dancer. Then one night a week before I was to fly to Europe, we were sitting in her truck talking when her mouth gaped wide and then she asked me to get out, she had to go. A couple very long days later she told me what she had seen: a spirit had sat on my shoulder and told her that she must let me go, that another was waiting for me. I was aghast. How could it be that this woman and I were not to be mates?! The departure from Boston Logan International was the hardest I had ever experienced.

It was hard to let her go. Very hard. Her family still hates me thinking that I had abandoned her. I was happy to know that I had found this wonderfully intuitive, stunningly gorgeous who understood the Native American ways and had consented to be my mate, my intended mate. but that special mate was still to be found and it's a very big world. I could only follow the trail that had been prepared for me by the Grandfathers and Grandmothers.

For a few months I was sorting out what Morning Star* had told me she had seen around my head, the small pastel lights with the clear light shining brilliantly out of the center of each one. I didn't grasp what that could be until, on my flight back to the US, I was reading a book about spirals and turned the page to a statue of a Buddha with the head covered with what seemed to be curly bumps. Looking closely I saw that the bumps represented swirls and then I knew what Morning Star* had seen....and I laughed. And laughed and laughed. This is it?! And laughed more and more. Later, I learned from the writings of Osho that this is a common experience when someone realizes. They laugh.

At the same Harvest Moon Powwow, I had met Sylvie. Stunningly beautiful, red hair, green blazing eyes, artistic, intelligent, glowing with Earth Spirit...SHE could be THE ONE I had been looking for... My  grief and confusion after flying out of Logan Airport leaving Mishanagqus behind did not make relationship flow smoothly for us, but we had a lot of great experiences together and with others. Sylvie opened Europe to me. She arranged with her friends to hold a workshop in a castle in northern Austria and in a farmer's garden in Kaernten. We traveled to Switzerland and set up a class there. She borrowed her friend's camper so we could journey across Europe marketing dream catchers. We  agreed to a mutual 20-year lease with options to renew. Later when I had returned to Austria to be with Sylvie she was distant and ended our lease early.