The Power of Words

I read an article today written by a man who has a broken heart. His name is Hal Crowther and he has not lost a lover, he feels like he has lost his country. He opened his heart to write about his frustrations and disillusionment. I really admire him for doing it and I have faith that the process of opening his heart will bring light into the world.

Others have written and spoken out like him but because he opened his heart the words have taken on added power. I read this piece on the heals of Al Gore’s most recent speech at New York University. He looks to me to have opened his heart also. His words are being delivered with a new vigor and a new purpose.

I was so invigorated upon hearing Mr. Gore and then saddened to read Mr. Crowther’s words. My way of dealing with my sadness is to put links to the words of these two men here in my blog.

With Trembling Fingers

Al Gore 5/26/04

Rule #1: YOUR HEART MUST BE OPEN

When I arrived in Mexico City I was accompanied by a dark energy. Or perhaps it met me when I landed at the airport.

I didn't feel it. Not the way you might think. In fact, I can truthfully say I had total trust in the people I was there to meet. I had only known them from our Yahoo club and my friends and family at home thought I was crazy.

But my club friends were not there to meet me. That scared me. I speak very little Spanish and this was my first visit to Mexico. I wandered through the airport for two or more hours.

A cabby approached me and asked if I needed a ride. He had been watching me wander for some time. I told him my friends should be coming for me. He suggested I call my hotel and check my reservation. He said the hotel would pay his fare if I was registered. I called and the desk clerk could not find my name.

The cabby tried to get me to let him take me to a hotel he knew about. He was very persistant but somehow I did not trust him even though he had helped me with the phone call. I didn't have a lot of money and the fare was too steep so I thanked him and said no to the offer.

Finally, I decided to prop my bag up against the wall and sit on it and wait. I took out my notebook and wrote my friends name in large letters. I turned it to face all the people walking by and opened a book to read.

I hoped I was not breaking any rules about loitering. The cabby came by a time or two more. I wondered why he couldn't find another fare. I resisted strongly and in time I saw him going out the airport doors carrying the bags of a passenger. I felt relieved that he was gone but where were my friends. I could feel panic rising in my throat.

That was when I realized I had not asked my guides to help me. Dope slap, Cyn tia. Duh! So I talked to them and asked them to let my friend know I was here and waiting. I felt calmer. I opened my heart. I trusted these people dispite my family and friend's warnings back home.

In a matter of minutes, a beautiful woman in a red coat approached me and asked if I was Cyn tia. "Yes!" I said. I was so relieved. If she knew my name she must be a friend. She explained that my email with my itinery was lost and they did not know when I would be arriving.

Rule number one is to open your heart. The previous posting was the result of opening my heart and as a result I have learned the answer to a question that has plagued me since those days in Mexico. I learned why Goddess spoke to me and told me to go to Mexico. And I learned about the dark energy...

I'll talk about that later.
Open your heart... it may save your life.

Exploring time and space

I remember the beat of the drums driving my soul back to the time when I easily talked to Mother Moon and Father Sun. The pulse of the drums seemed to match my heartbeat; or did my heartbeat match the drums? My legs pounded the ground and shuffled the dance I had been taught. Later, I lost touch with the present and went to the other world. Wolf always met me and we danced together.

I remembered my life with Wolf and began to tremble. I couldn't talk. Tears began to fall from my ashen face. I leaned against a nearby wall for support. What was happening to me?

Then I knew. I was torn away from my tribe and enslaved. I never danced again. I could never perform a purification ritual again, let alone lead my people to Mother Moon and Father Sun. I tried to call for Wolf to help me but she was gone. I didn't see her again until I died.

She was waiting there for me and I cursed her for abandoning me. I cursed my people for abandoning me. They hadn't rescued me. Wolf had not even come to me in my dreams. Why? I turned my back and then I became the one who abandoned.

For a few centuries I didn't look for Wolf. I wandered in and out of lives, never really caring about myself or others. I was bitter and turned my back on others who tried to love me. When I was a man I was mean and when I was a woman I was cold.

Once when I was orphaned, a woman took me in. She was kind and patient with me and she waited for me to soften. She taught me to be a daughter of the moon and to heal the people in our village. After some time I realized that my healing work was healing me too. She taught me for many years and the night she died I heard a wolf crying in the woods. That was when my soul recognized her and I cried and cried. I cried away all the mean things I had done and I cried for all the love I had denied others.

A short time later, another daughter of the moon came through our village. Her name was Wynd and she had always been a traveler. We became fast friends and she decided to stay so we could learn from and teach each other. The villagers grew to depend on us to birth their children and to guide their rituals. My heart grew and grew.

Then the priests came. I knew these men would bring harm to our village but as much as I tried I could not protect the people. It didn't take long before the villagers began avoiding us. When the women stopped coming to us to help them give birth I knew the worst was about to happen. Wynd was always an optimist and I couldn't convince her to lay low.

A day came when she was surrounded in the square. The priests accused her of working for the devil. They said her herbs were poison and that she seduced men to pay the devil his due. They beat her and raped her and cut off her beautiful hair. When they burned her at the stake they made the village watch.

I hid in my house in the woods but they found me before I could escape. I called Wolf to help me. Wolf entered my body and we fought against them so well they were forced to kill me. Wolf told me it was for the best. We had denied them the opportunity to use me to make the villagers more fearful.

I wanted to stay with Wolf but I needed to be with Wynd for awhile. I would help her ride out her anger and bitterness and fear. I wanted to help her like Wolf had helped me. I would be patient and kind and when she was ready we would be fast friends again.

Now Wynd is an optimist again and I miss my tribe and Wolf. Wynd wants me to grow old with her. She wants us to be old crones together. My soul is tired and I need to dance with Wolf again. So I am torn. I am ready to die and start anew. I have lost faith in humanity. Modern man has not improved much from the slave traders and priests.

I am not an optimist but I believe in the soul. Our souls will live on one way or another. When I have danced with Wolf and refreshed my soul I might decide to move to a new garden. Gaia's garden needs a rest too. First I need to find my tribe. Wolf and I want to dance with them and call on Mother Moon and Father Sun.