“Stories abound and wrap themselves around tobacco. Tobacco requires relationship. Tobacco is sacred. It belongs in our ceremonies. The medicine of Tobacco can guide through difficult prayers, and clarify. Our prayers wrap around the smoke traveling upwards toward Creator, whom we shall call He She Creation!”
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Showing posts with label Suzanne Benjamin. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Suzanne Benjamin relaxed on the water
“Beauty and power lie in out of the way places because typically beauty is viewed by predatory spirits, and envious souls. Power is always grabbing, and unable by its own definition to reconcile, transform, or exchange honestly. Beauty is reduced by envy into women sitting around gossiping, and comparing themselves to others. Why would Beauty stay in the presence of those people when Beauty longs to dwell in the quiet places transforming herself as life ages, and growth deepens and submerges into the cool waters of reflection? Revelation is the core of Beauty, and Power is the soul of Beauty.”
~Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories
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Monday, May 3, 2010
Suzanne Benjamin's dark penetrating look
“The depth of maturity requires the guidance of Spirit to direct the hands of Elders who see where we are, and where we are supposed to travel.” –Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories
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Sunday, May 2, 2010
SACRED STORY OF A BOY'S MATURATION PROCESS
“A moment comes into the life of a young man when he looks into the eyes of a mysterious force. It changes him forever, and forever he changes into the force of what he saw, but could not lay claim to. In the transfer of energies between genders solid mature women with a glance can alter a young man's sense of self, and deepen his sensuality, his understanding of his God, Creation, and a touch. His place in the world is suddenly underfoot. The gaze into her eyes has suddenly enlightened the path he does not even know he is upon. It is an experience both mystical, and unbelievable. Every boy who became a man in the deepest sense of the word can recollect those eyes. It was instruction for his life.
These are my words from the life I have lived. I am Dawn Wolf, Gregory E. Woods, and a Keeper of Stories
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