Beloved Guides

I remember as a child, watching the Lone Ranger T.V. shows, with his friend Tonto always accompanying him.
I was more impressed by Tonto than the masked cowboy hero.
I wanted to know more about Native Americans, not the stereotyped ones made for T.V. shows, I wanted to know the real ones, but literature was not available to me then.
That was Brazil in the 1950's. We consumed American made culture, as if we had no culture to cherish.
In Brazil, February is Carnaval time, (yes, carnaval, not carnival) when people dress up in costumes and go have fun dancing in clubs or on the streets. One year, my mother decided I was going to be a gypsy, not a real one, and even though I was a child and never saw a real gypsy, I just knew the costume was ridiculously fake, so I decided the following year I was going to dress up as a Native American. I got to choose everything I wanted in the costume including all the fringes and beads. It felt great.
Fast forward to 1978, in the U.S., I had a friend that got me into Tarot cards, Chakras, Macrobiotics, Green tea, and more. That's when I started seeing ghostly images of Native Americans everywhere I went. 
At my first mediumship class in 1986, the teacher said that since I was a newbie, I was going to go first.
I looked at her and said, "Uh... what do I do here?" She said "get out of the way!"
I repeated "get out of the way" to my self, and BOOM! this huge, extremely hot energy spoke through me: "This body too small for me!" to which I got up and started to speak in a booming broken English addressing everyone in the room. Even though the room was darkened, I could see many shapes around and behind people. The messages talked of teepees, lodges, ancestors and more.

Well, this was my first conscious contact with my Medicine Man healing guide. He initiated me in many healing ceremonies and guided me to places where I could learn from living Native Americans, and I was always received lovingly, even though I am a white woman.

Several years later, while in a guided meditation group, I saw myself as a toddler, being scooped up onto a Pinto horse by this Medicine Man guide and three others on horses like his. It became clear to me, where my love for Native Americans was coming from.
There are four main Native Americans that accompany me from life to life, and it took me a long time to understand why. Even though I have no Native American ancestors in this life time, I was once, many life times ago one of them. For reasons explained in previous storytelling posts, this life time was very significant for them to bring me here to the U.S., and work closely with them.
I call them my Brothers and Sisters, not just from previous lives, but also Star Brothers and Sisters that have been with me from long ago.
When they work with me in healing sessions, they speak in their language, sing their healing / ceremonial songs and show me things.
One in particular, a medicine woman that is closer to me than the others, told me of her last life as a Human on this planet. "The white Europeans kept coming, bringing disease and deception. Her village was one of many in the Narragansett tribe that was destroyed and burned to the ground. Her people, the few left, fled north, towards Canada, and it was then that she decided this was her last life here. She had been a Native American for many lives, and everything she believed and lived for was forever gone. She was not coming back."
See, the old ones, the Great-great-grandfathers and Great-great-grandmothers, knew who they were and where they came from. The Star Brothers and Sisters were always here with them, constantly reminding them of where they came from and where one day they were going to return. They knew, when the white Europeans came, their way of life was changed forever, so many decided to stay in the Spirit World to guide the ones that got caught in the reincarnation cycle trying to keep the ancient teachings and ways of life alive.
These specific four Beings that accompany me from life to life, found me while I was once in between lives and never left.
They are my family, my beloved trustworthy ones.
There are others that come in when I drum and sing beautiful and loving songs through me. Their songs are sometimes healing, sometimes powerful prayers and rituals.
I used to go to Pow-Wows, and they moved my feet to the drumming so familiar to me, many local Indians would asked me what tribe I was from. Once in Washington State, this cunning Elder I knew, said, "come, let's dance." I knew he was testing me and I felt, "uh-oh, how am I going to do this now". I felt my feet and body move the same way all the other women moved, and his smug look and smile, turned into satisfaction that I was not just a spectator and he was happy. He respected me from then on.
I miss those days, when I lived in Indian Country in WA, NM and CO.
The Pow-Wows here are not quite the same, but my Spirit Family is always here to show me the way of the land.

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