A HEALING VISION gifted to us all through Sweet Fire Yesterday I walked through town with Usdi. Here, the shops close at 6:30pm, and it was 7pm, so it was already a bit quieter than usual. I started to hear singing; a song so sweet and pure, and sad, it sounded almost otherworldly. I thought that probably someone was playing music too loud, but as I walked across town towards our home, the song followed me everywhere, at the same volume, it did not get louder or fade away. It was there. It was a woman's voice, or several of tem singing in almost perfect unison. A song, high, sweet, but full of sadness and tears, without words, but it spoke to my heart. And then, suddenly, my clothes had changed and I was wearing a dress, made from cotton, with a rough pattern. It was sewn together perfectly, but the cloth looked as though it had been torn, not cut, made in haste, but beautiful still. It was dirty, mud stained, and I was barefoot, as was Usdi, also in a dress/shirt/wrapper kind of clothing. There was snow in some spots; the ground was cold, frozen even. The rest of the grass that was there in spots was withered and brown, and the trees were almost bare. And there were people, lots of people, marching and moaning, praying, marching, marching. mothers with children, men here and there, and old people. I watched the old people grow tired; some of them stumble, some fall. Children die, from the cold, exhaustion, malnutrition. Mothers weep. But we must go on, continue. Actually, my feet feel numb and frozen, even though they are bleeding. A mother wants to bury her dead baby, but there comes a soldier on a horse and yells at her. Seeing her tears, he stops yelling, lets her cover the little body with some twigs and stones, then ushers her to continue, faster. Not even the time for a prayer. And there is the song I heard, from all around me, and from my own voice. I carry Usdi, because with her three years old she won't get that far. Others do the same. And we continue, mile after mile, going west. And then, suddenly, I was alone, standing with Usdi, still in my rugged clothes, on a plain, it must be at the end of the summer for the grass looks slightly burned/dry, and the sun shines. Strongly, but softly, warming, not burning. A man comes towards me. He looks like an elder. He looks old, yet young at the same time. I could not tell his age, but it does not matter. Or is it a woman? It is some one ageless. As the person starts to speak, it becomes clear that she is a woman, ageless, her voice like the sound of a flute, or a softly ringing bell. She says to me: "what you saw, and experienced, is what happened. You were there. Many of you were there. This is what happened. And this is what you must do: go backwards. Walk the trail in the other direction. Walk it backwards in your hearts. Those who have died back then, are back here again. Dry your tears. Walking it backwards will not be easy. It will be a remembering, honoring, and a walk of forgiveness. Let no root of bitterness take place in your heart. Walk it backwards. You are on the white path, the path of peace, of unity, of harmony, of wisdom. Be worthy of it. Remember the innocence of the little children. Become like them. They can walk on the web of a spider and the universe belongs to them. Keep your heart, and thoughts pure. Be respectful, and you will be respected. Walk the way of integrity. Be loyal and trustful. Trust Creator. You are reaching a point where much will change, and some changes will be fast. Not everything might be as you expected it to be, but hold on to truth, and love, and stay focused and in the light. Honor the elders, eat corn, and go to the water." Then, she walked away; and with every step she made, grains of corn fell to the ground, and a beautiful plant full of ripe ears of corn grew instantly from her footsteps. As I looked at them, I found myself standing in the subway under the station, just before our apartment. No time had passed. I had left the store at the other end of town at 6:55pm, and now it was 6:55pm. My watch did not stand still. It continued ticking and still works fine just now. This vision was given to Uganasdv Atsila Sweet Fire HOME View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook