Crescent Moon Camp - Maria Yraceburu

In this post, Maria Yraceburu - Returning Star, Tsante of Taanaashkaada, keeper of Earth Wisdom, a voice of  Echicasay … All Our Relations - weaves an intricate vision of Self-Appreciation and the Great Coming Together.

Proceed with Open Heart, for it is balm upon a travelers soul.  We are all seekers, seers, Earth Keepers … even by reading this post.  Let US remember we are All One, each uniquely endowed with a Divine space of possibility held sacred at the Heart of Human Kind.

Along the path of life, Wise Ones come to help us navigate the mystery of our Inner Space, the landscape of BE-ing, and appreciate the experience of being Alive.  Maria is one such guardian, offering Earth Wisdom as we shift into the Fifth World of Peace and Illumination.  Ekstasis.

Taanaashkaada - the Great Coming Together and the age of Peace and Illumination

and so begins Maria …

” This is my truth. I look forward to others.

It’s my best work.

True, there have been a few cross sections… light and shadow.

I recognize many. But after a few intimate glimpses, they seem long ago – my life has changed so much. The heat rises within me, most have made
me happy – and others most definitely! That has lasted through the
years.

When it comes to my friends, time has been no limit. We share love for
each other that is never consumed. There is always room for more. No
matter how long we are apart, we are like minutes from before each time
we come together. We think of one another and smile.

What amazes me most of all is how the numbers have grown with little
effort, the dreams of traditional extended family community and the
enthusiastic way we see one another. We watch each other from the
expanse of our dreams, supporting, adding energy when we can.

I am lucky enough to have a strong support base. My path laid before me by Elders.

There is a place… a place bathed by Grandfather’s light.

Honest, I’ve dreamed it!

The light spills down through ponderosa pine.

I could use help with the vision. I’ll share with you.

Glance at potential, my friend.

C’mon… how would it be to be relevant in something, someway that
effects a bigger whole. Community working, living, preserving
continuance, pouring our love into a lifework.

Coming Home.

“Do you know the Crescent Moon Ceremony?” Shoshone-Cherokee medicine man, Rolling Thunder sat before me.

“Yes… Grandpa taught me. It’s been a long time… Grandfather [Rolling
Thunder], about the vision… you’ve had it. We’ve all had it… it’s more
than any of us can do alone.”

Rolling Thunder was a friend of my grandfather’s, and I was visiting him during a lecture at Chico State around 1979 or 1980.

He opened his eyes. “Moon Fire, addressing me by my childhood name, it
will come… Crescent Moon Camp carries the dream and time will be along.”

He smiled and stroked my hair affectionately; a child of a friend. “…it will come.”

Today I walked above the llama pasture and began to play my flute.

Spirit blows on the summer breeze. Land bathed, truth, I know. Heart
strong lights the sky, and comes from you. Llamas showed me new ways
after the lightning. They would sit with me for long periods of time. I
am in initiation. I become. Known. My song, once Moon Fire, now
Returning Star. Light answers come.

Three times I have sought the dream on earth. Grandfather’s
Taanaashkaada… my Crescent Moon Camp. Each time those that have
gathered have come closer than before. At last they must dream
themselves, I stand before the stars.

Hear me, stand as before your birth. Send light that others may see. Warm with your smiles that dreams might prosper.

The world shudders, and civilization shakes. The wind blows.

Bringing vision isn’t easy. Spirits speak. Humans listen as they will.
I know both voices. Signs, silence, speak again… a vision of merit,
worth my sacrifice.

We build a great fire. As the fire burns we sit close in such a way that we purify our intent.

When the lightning sickness comes I see the dream of my youth. My head becomes light, and electricity rages inside me.

Speak to Spirit, pray, bow your head so that your eyes see the blazing truth within. Speak and know the wisdom.
Mind cloudy. Laughter and no image. A voice, but no face.

Speak clearly. Brighten life from wisdom.

See, feel, hear. Allies.

It’s been like this. Drifting through space. Eyes to see, mouth to speak. Ears to hear; fingers to touch.
Open, great light shines forth. From the light comes an eagle. It flies
in three great circles. A feather falls… a gift… a promise.

It’s a strange thing. My head is on fire. I drink water and aloe.
Clouds. Mountains. Tend systems, purge toxins. This vision has been
held, loved and practiced knowledge for attendance.

~ Maria Yraceburu
Earth Wisdom Guardian, Taanaashkaada steward , friend, sister, Beloved.

Wow … so much wisdom here.  Breathe into your heart, remember - you are the Flow-er of Life.  Beauty in all things.  Blessed Be. We are ONE.

Ukehi shi’bijii *stacey