[Yesterday was my first introduction to ServiceSpace, and it was an introduction that moved me to tears in more than I can ever explain in words. I don't sense it was an accident, that it was the very day when millions marched for climate change. In your sacred mycelium web, I offer a vision of a dream I've held for some time. May all life flourish on our sacred Earth!]



Many years ago, I had this dream:

There was a small Hogan sitting out on the arid land. The stars were brilliant in the night sky. Inside the Hogan I sat with a group of people around a small campfire in the center of the structure. The smoke rose out of a small smoke hole in the center of the ceiling. It was quiet, profound, sweet.

We sat around the campfire all night long in ceremony and sacred teachings. We were conferring, sharing, speaking in low voices as we talked with one another about many sacred things. I was learning from everyone there. I was in awe of this gathering and felt very blessed to be there absorbed in the sacred. The night continued to be very amazing.

After many hours, the sky began to lighten, heralding the coming sunrise. This was our cue. We all stood up together and began walking clockwise around the campfire in a slow cadence. We began reaching up into the air above us, into the ethers with both hands and began reeling in spirit, reeling in light, reeling in the sparkling energy, reeling in sacred power and whoosh! Thrusting it downward toward the floor onto the earth and out into the room seeding spiritual force left and right, left and right. It was crackling and sparkling with energy. We kept circling, reaching up, reeling in more light, more blessings, more grace, more spirit and Whoosh! trusting it down to earth and out into the room around us. Around and around we went in this joyful way. It was very easy, so natural, so wonderful to do this; bring forth spirit and thrust it forth into the world.

The sky was getting lighter as we could see out the window facing east. We could see the people gathering and walking outside toward the east to greet the Sun and a new day. We stopped our ceremony then to go outside to join them. We were all walking toward the rising sun.

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For many years, I wondered about this dream and its meaning. I was especially curious about why a plains Lakota/Dakota woman would be dreaming about a Hogan of the southwest in such a profound way. And more importantly, I wondered about the sacred knowledge and the ability to actually pull spiritual force out the ethers and spread it so freely our world.

In 2017, I arrived at the Hogan on Flordemayo’s land in rural New Mexico -- with the intention to articulate the visionary plan I was entrusted with. I had been struggling to accept this vision, this mission over the last few months. But there in the Hogan, over the next 7 days of prayer, quiet, and inspiration, I wrote the "Sacred Earth Council" draft. The following Saturday, as I was about to close and lock the gate to leave of the land -- whoosh! I was shown the meaning of the Sacred Hogan Dream. The gathering I saw was The Sacred Earth Council! The fire around which we were sitting is the Altar of the Golden Child, that represents the Divine Universal Human Being. The fire in the center of the Hogan is the fire of Great Spirit, inspiration, light, power, healing, transformation, majesty.



It is now time for the gathering I saw in my dream so many years ago. As the butterfly and moth enter the chrysalis and cocoon, we need to enter this liminal space together as a planetary species. It is time for loving, humanitarian leadership to take hold in the sacred way we are all meant to live.