A Message from Chief Eagle Feather: Sky People
(I am hearing drums. I am sitting on a grassy field in a large circle by a warm crackling fire, surrounded the Native Americans under a starry sky. The drums are loud and rhythmic, there are shirtless braves dancing around the fire, barefoot and smiling, shouting. It is quit loud and very freeing.)
I am Chief Eagle Feather. It is time again to speak. For much change is occurring on your world, just as our ancestors told it to be. As it was and so it is becoming. We see the skies telling their stories. We remember the Sky People in the stories of our ancestors. We remember them coming down and sharing their wisdom. We did not understand at first, but in time we learned to trust them. Our people were visited by the stars in the Pleiades. We were fortunate enough to be bubbled and energetically separated from the others. We were surrounded and protected by the Great Mother who rules and nurtures all things. The Great Mother is returning. Her energies are felt within the soil under our feet. We feel the rumbling of great change, like a mighty stampede. It cannot be stopped. It can be heard from afar. We know it is coming. We feel it is coming deep in our bones. You too feel the stampede of change.
I am Chief Eagle Feather. I am so named for my higher perspectives, my elevated point of view. When I was young and foolish this was more ego and now it is more experience. We wizen with time and with age! (He is laughing and his happy face is a wreath of wrinkles. His long gray and black hair is heavily decorated in feathers and leather wrappings.) Yes, galaxygirl. I let you see me now here as I left this world. This is the image of my body when it was laid to rest within the grassy fields that I loved. I still love them. The veil is thin now, and we ancestors are sneaking through to give you all a little bit of hope, of joy, of excitement. Can you hear the drums? You see that the drums are beating, beating. There is much energy of change. You can either look into what is coming and see only noise, which I do not recommend, for there is little peace in that. Instead, perhaps take an eagle’s eye perspective? And see the coming change from the divine perspective. The divine height of understanding. We encourage you to hear the music in the noise. It will enliven and encourage you. For the great change is here!
(The drum stops and it is silence. We are in the void, Eagle Feather and I. We are surrounded by nebula and stars in the distance but only inky blackness of space where we are. He is smoking a peace pipe. He offers it to me. It is intricately carved and I see there are constellations on it. The stars are turquoise inlay). These are etched from the stories of my ancestors. We remember the tall ones of light when they landed. They radiated the love of the Mother and so we accepted them. They taught us to plant fish at the base of the corn crops for nitrogen. They helped us cultivate in harsh times so that we never hungered. They helped us in the beginning. And they are helping us now.
The Sky People are returning. It is time. The ancient prophecies are coming full cycle. Everything has cycle. The season, the waters, the animals, the cycle of life and death, all things in this realm are patterns. (He is showing me the seasons changing quickly, massive herds migrating, a baby being born, growing old and dying and becoming a ball of light that then chooses its next experience. He is now showing me the photon belt, and our planetary system is within it heavily now. I am seeing that a massive wall of light is approaching. I am shivering all over. I am seeing that there is massive love in this wall of light. It feels like home. I’m tearing up too much to type. I have so missed this light! And I hear that we are here to anchor it, to be this light, to radiate this light. And I am being shown a dark shell of Gaia, of old earth becoming lit from within as it enters into this light wall. And I can now only see light.)
You see well, galaxygirl. In the void all things are possible for all things are more clear. In the noise that is to come, clarity of mind and of heart will be your greatest gift you can give. For those of you who remember your days as native peoples, remember the warm dirt between your toes, remember your naked body running happily across fields of tall grass. Remember the sky smiling down at you. Remember your planetary Mother. You are here for her. We are here to serve, to lend our light.
I Chief Eagle Feather am speaking. Eagels lose their feathers when they have outgrown them, or lost them in battle. Both are true. Both bring honor. You are bringing honor to us all. You honor the ancestors tonight. Remember when the Sky People land you will remember once again, and the great cycle will have completed, and a new one begins. A new birth always precedes an old death. Creator is all around you. Life in every form and expression. Do not be afraid of the great change. Embrace it into your being and fly high with an eagle’s point of view. All will be made right. The plants will grow again. The waters will be fresh to drink. Humanity will find the love that has been buried within them and like tender green sprouts will grow. I see a new harvest. I see a green earth. I see a new life and I see this now.
I Chief Eagle Feather am speaking. Peace, my friends, peace.