Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #5: September, 2017 - Page 26

“We have moved from here. Where to...I do not know.” His teacher—the Medicine Man called Grey Fox—came and sat beside Standing Deer. “Do you think you can travel there again and walk with the Buffalo, Standing Deer?” “I can try Grandfather.” Say this, Standing Deer once again, closed his eyes. He immediately felt the presence of Wakan Tanka—of Great Spirit that his Teacher had taught him. So, Standing Deer stepped back into his Vision. He saw how the snow swirled around the frost covered animals...he could hear the wind, he could taste the snow. The frozen air bit into him; the snow stung his eyes. He listened for the voices of the Wind. His mind wrote down what he saw, tasted and heard. Soon, he came back into the warmth of the Elders teepee. “We have moved North.” “North?! In the Snow Season. Why would we do that? We move to the warmth of the Sun during the Snow Season!” The Elders mumbled among themselves, their faces partially hidden in flickering shadows. Standing Deer stood tall and looked at them; “Not this year. Instead, we must do the opposite. We need to because it is the right thing to do.” He looked at his Teacher, who nodded at his young pupil. An Elder nodded at Standing Deer; “How do you know this?”