…I ‘felt’ rather than ‘heard’ this Great Silence. It seemed to me that I stopped breathing. A part of me knew that something extraordinary was occurring in that moment. But the greater, and wiser, part of me reached out with the open arms of a child, welcoming her spiritual parents home, full of adoring Love. The brother was singing his Prayers in Lakota, slow…sweet…and filled with an immeasurable connection to Spirit I had never experienced. I slipped so naturally into this “sacred space” the Brother was creating…as if I were taking my place of honor to stand with all my Relatives from across the Universe. And I became a part of this vast and unlimited Connection. Humility, encircled in Gratitude, washed over me and the tears of the one called ‘Manyfires’ gently fell. I spoke no words but my Heart was ‘heard’. And when the Brother finished his Prayer, the Great Silence gently and sweetly eased away.
That’s when I knew I would always follow these ways. Though there would be more mystical and supernatural moments to lead me on my Path through this life…it is the Prayers that reach out to remind me of who I truly am and why I am here.
Unsila wau…humbly we come…singing a Sacred Prayer! Haho.