A Special CALLING

What makes a Spiritual Warrior

A Spiritual Warrior is one that stands in the gap between ordinary reality and Spirit. A Spiritual Warrior is armed with self knowledge, truth, prayer, discernment, and the ability to know truth from fiction. Often times Spiritual Warriors are reviled because they refuse to compromise truth to tickle people's ears with what they want to hear. They are lone voices crying in a wilderness of self deception, false prophets, and false teachings. These are people who walk alone, and are often misunderstood. They are charismatic and intense with a passion for truth and self discipline. They are the surgeons of the spiritual world often perceiving truth with a clarity that is often disconcerting. They get to the heart of the matter with a precision of mind that can at times be difficult to hear. They rarely mince words, but their purpose is not to wound with those words. While it may seem cold and harsh their words are often prophetic in their warning to abandon a certain path or mindset. 

Many Spiritual Warriors are often beset themselves with issues socially, spiritually and emotionally. They are people that have walked through the fires of purging themselves and have often had their own egos broken and then rebuilt and resurrected into a vessel fit for spiritual warring. They are our teachers, our beacons, our consciences and the connection between the seen and the unseen. Spiritual Warriors are the voices of prayer in the wee hours, the constant reminder to Creator of the frailty of human existence and the need for Creator's assistance. They are on the front lines of the battle between our shadow selves and our higher selves. Their calling is not an easy one, but essential, and even more essential in the times we live in today. 


by Robin Anekehee Littlefeather 4.26.10






Miriam Makeba (4 March 1932 – 9 November 2008), nicknamed Mama Africa,
was a Grammy Award-winning South African singer and civil rights activist.



Profound CHANGES

Message from the Elders 

This was given to me at my wheel in prayer. This was written in 2006 and looking at this now it is uncannily accurate:

My dear ones remember to hold space of love, light, and healing in these difficult times. The Universe is beginning to put into play the birth pangs of a new and great movement. As darkness descends on this plane, more and more Light workers will be put in place around the globe. Some will be right in the middle of the chaos bringing light, love, healing and a refuge. Others may be martyred in the process of this change. Some will be sent to regions of safety, pockets of calm in the middle of the storm to bring about the ultimate plan that the Universe has in store for its Children.

Along with the conflict among men, there will be more incidents of global phenomenons such as earthquakes, floods, severe weather changes and patterns. Expect more economic and political upheaval in the coming two years. Understand that no change, no birth process is ever without the pains that go with it. One can either submit to fear, or submit to the Light. Watch what you manifest, and remember that what you think, what you say effects change on this physical plane. Be vigilant, but not fearful. Be full of Light and love, and continue to move forward.

We recently had a huge energy shift which started yesterday and is continuing over the next couple of days. In your daily time remember to manifest as much positive and loving energy as you can. As you work, as you eat, as you sleep, continue to bring down this new energy matrix through your meditations, your thoughts, and your intent. Remember that the vibrations of this energy are comparable to a spiritual earthquake. Keep grounded and watchful and continue to ask for guidance as this energy shift continues.

We are very pleased with all our Light workers and wish to let you know how much loved and how very special you all are. We honor your commitment to your contracts and we are joyful in your awakening.

-  Robin Anekehee Littlefeather 4.26.10

EAGLE IN Her DREAM

Feed the Eagle

In my dream I went down into the bowels of Mother and found myself in an Eden like garden. There was a beautiful and quiet bench under the most amazing tree I'd ever seen. I went to investigate, and in a heap at the foot of this tree was an Eagle. The Eagle's feathers were pretty much either ratty or gone and the Eagle itself mostly dead although a spark of life still was left in it. I picked the Eagle up and I was devastated. Tears were falling down my face. I turned to the tree and said, "Who would do such a thing?" 

The Tree shivered and pointed to a very dark place beyond the garden. Then the tree said, "Bring it to your Teacher first." 

I took the Eagle in my arms and called my Hawk to me. I got on its back with the Eagle and we flew up beyond the clouds to the Upper World where the Elders are, where Teachers are, and Great Spirit. When I got there I gave the Eagle to my Teacher who is called Straight Feather. He took it tenderly and began giving it some sort of medicinal drops. Then he turned to me and said, "You have not been feeding this Eagle." 

I was stunned. I said to him, "Elder, how could I feed an Eagle, I didn't know I even had him." 

My Teacher turned to me and said, "I know that my child. None of the Nations remember this gift, and they have forgotten to feed it." 

I began weeping even more and threw myself before him. "Tell me what to do.", I said. 

He told me to take the Eagle back to the lower world and search for its Spirit. I gathered it in my arms and he gave me the drops to give to the Eagle. 

"Once you have found its Spirit you must feed it every day with drumming, with chanting, with all the knowledge you have in the Beauty Way. You must begin to share your dreams." 

I took the Eagle down again and after much searching I came to a very dark cave. This cave was in a place where there was no direction, no up, no down, nothing but swirling madness and the sound of a thousand disembodied voices crying out. I went into the cave and there was a very large, very ugly troll holding a large ball of light. I knew immediately that this ball represented the Spirit of the Eagle. 

The Troll snarled, "How dare you invade my cave." 

But I stood tall and with me were my Wolf spirit totem, my Bear spirit Totem, and my Relations and several large Angels as well. I asked the Troll why he held the Eagle spirit in his hand. He sneered and at that moment there was a large war cry, and all the Elders, Spirits, Angels, Great Spirit Itself swooped into that room and took the light from the hand of the Troll. I was given the light and I quickly blew it back into the Eagle. When I turned around the Troll was gone. I took the Eagle out, and all of a sudden it turned into a Phoenix, and all that was death there became life, and the voices that had been crying were praising and thanking Spirit.


by Robin Anekehee Littlefeather  (april 26, 2010)