Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #5: September, 2017 - Page 25

So, Standing Deer bounded atop of the rock, for he felt the need to receive... Inspiration. He lay down on the stone and put his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and listened to the voice of the River. He called out; “Inspire me Mother River!” And so it came to pass that on that day, Little Deer had a Dream. When he returned to the people that afternoon, this is what he later told the Tribal leaders: “I floated down the river on a golden leaf...I saw fish swim beneath me...they were so much larger than me...but I was not scared. I looked over the front edge of the leaf...I could see the blue sky and the clouds above me...I leaned over...and leaned over too much...and I fell from the sky!” The leaders gasped and looked at each other and mumbled. “I then grew wings! I flew like raven...and then my wings changed and flew like Brother Eagle...up and up and up...I flew above our homeland...I saw many buffalo walking on a trail I had never seen before...they were walking in the snow and their feet showed from where they came...they came from the river to the South of us and they walked right over this land.” The Elders spoke with cracked faces; “When do you think this was Standing Deer? In the past or in the future?” The young boy closed his eyes; “At the doorway of the Snow Time. Soon. Very Soon.” “And where are the people?”