Harmonic frequencies resound inside the Whale Dolmen creating a resonant morphogenic field of pure sound waves.
A symbol of light forms above James as Ancient Tibetan Bowls create the frequency of the Star Nation Language of Light.
 Bill and I usually attend the Pow Wow in Helena. One year as we were leaving, Harry Beauchamp, in full regalia, followed us to our car talking as fast as I do.
He would not let us leave until we promised to come back later and take him out to dinner. Harry is very persuasive and how could one even question a warrior with such impecable determination. What a delight. Harry had travelled with the Indigenous Elders...knew many of our friends in Indian Country and was an accomplished ceremonial leader and medicine man. Harry and his two sons had been part of the Lewis and Clark National Historical Trail exibitions. Of course we invited Harry to do ceremony in our home for many of our friends. Powerful, beautiful, humorous teachings and healings occurred. Harry has a vast knowledge of traditional native healing, tools, plants, ceremonies and stories. Harry built and ran a sweatlodge in the Helena Valley teaching and healing many. We travelled to ancient Native sites to discover and document which were Assiniboine. The door of the Assiniboine Teepee and medicine lodge faces south. Other tribes face the doorway to the east. The time has come to dry the tears and look clearly into the future. We are looking forward to many more adventures with Harry in the coming years.
For many years a recurrent dream haunted me. The dream was of a painted Teepee in a wooded area. In 2005, after experiencing the dream for three concecutive nights. I painted the image. Then one morning I awoke knowing that this was the day. I told Bill that I was off on a adventure to find the Teepee. Energy pulled me north to the Blackfeet Reservation..the car drove itself down into a canyon and there it was. The painted TeePee of my dreams was right there in three dimensional reality..in full color.. in the front yard of a home. I burst into tears....it was real. A Blackfeet man approached my car and I suddently realized how strange this must be for him to have an unknown white woman crying in his front yard. I told him of my dream. Willie Crawford simply stated,"It's my brother that you are looking for. He is the medicine man. My brother is Tom Crawford." In my painting the Teepee was in a wooded area. Willie informed me that the TeePee had been in the forest and a bear had torn it down so Willie had re-painted the TeePee and put it up last night in his yard. My husband, Bill and I returned to Heart Butte for the next few years looking for Tom Crawford. No luck. Then one day we were walking in the North Hills near our home in Helena. In the yard of a new house was a sweatlodge. We knocked on the door, met Chris and were invited to a sweat. John Day Rider led the sweat. He leaned forward and said to me "You will come to the Sundance in Heart Butte. It will be on Tom Crawford's property. He is the medicine man you have been looking for." Every one laughed. We attended the Sundance for two years, spending time with Floy and Tonya. Tom, Floy and Tonya host Sundance each year and weekly sweatlodge at their ranch near Glacier National Park. They offer horseback riding, herb walks, stories, singing and dancing through Feather Woman Mountain Adventures. Email Floy at floycrawford@yahoo.com. for the adventure of a lifetime.
 A three-dimensional pyramid of light hologram forms above a Tibetan Bowl. The light pyramid is the "letter of the Star Nation alphabet" that corresponds to the exact harmonic frequency emited by the bowl.
Indigenous Grandmothers from around the world held counsel last week in Montana on the Northern Cheyenne Reservation. Morning walks were accompanied by wolves visiting from California. Songs in many languages, drums, flutes, dances and prayers sent invitations to the Star Nations. Around the central fire Buddhists meditated, a shaman from Nepal called in the goddesses from corners of the earth by name, as a pipe ceremony honored the ancesters. The Mayan Grandmother, Florademayo spoke of the crystal skull and her visions of the Emerald World. Shooting stars lit the sky. Wolves howled their primal translinguistic knowing. Women formed dream circles, exchanged common visions, sang, cried and danced together as the prayers rang out healing generational wounds of the people. Warriors protected the sacred space as children laughed. GOOD MEDICINE.
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