Temecula Pow Wow

Pow Wow in Temecula exceptional – a couple hundred native Americans in their dress performing dances – beautiful, amazing. From different nations – some even from as far as Wyoming. It was, after all, an “all nations” event. Carl was kind of fixated on certain objects he wanted – a necklace, a ring – both indigenous in flavor. He wanted to see the dances as well, but felt strong calling to get these items. I realized this was a perfect setting to get these things, so afterwards he can focus on the spirit. He was tuning in, and checking in. His wanting then evolved to the bells the dancers were wearing, a young child in particular, around the ankles. He was doing the dance on our way to look for the bells. Dancing: the Indians in the dancing ring, and Carl in the vendor aisles.

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The Plane Ride

An excerpt from my journals:

I was asked how one can support “Indigo” Children. I think back to the flight to California with my son Carl. June 24, 2009:

While reading a collection of stories of tribal wisdom,  I had good stuff to share with Carl about: spirit, ancient wisdom, reincarnation, connection with Nature, tribal/clan connections with Self, dreamwork….all stuff like that.

Carl was reading some fantasy adventure book about cats.

I was wanting to share with him some of the wisdom, to tune in, especially on the outset of this spiritual journey to native land and people; I waited for him to put the book down.

Carl in turn suggested  that I read part of his book.

He was so excited about his story, he glowed. I thought: How can I ask him to put away something bringing him that kind of joy?

I decide to give him more time to read.

Finally he says, “Mamy, you really should read some of this. Here, read from here…..to here,” as he points out some 20 pages. I looked at him for seriousness – he had it. I thought to humor him, at best mildly support him, I accepted his book and at least began to read. He was pleased, and excited for me.  Sweet.

So it was the right thing to do. I began the 20-page trek. I read 3 sentences and stopped, looked at him grasping for reality as mine was being tested. His story was sounding like mine. But it was about cats. Cats. His face glowed in the sharing and he leaned his head on my shoulder in expectation and anticipation of my continuance.

I did.

Three pages later I was in awe and right on cue he asked, “What do you think?”

I worked to shift focus to smile at him and answer, “It’s great.”

A few more pages, I was in near disbelief.

Of course, right at that time he asks, “Do you like it?”  Hmmm, so much he was now annoying me by asking.  Shift again because he deserved to witness the reality, big smile for him, let it out: “I love it!”

Having confirmed what he had suspected all along and leaving him fulfilled, I could now disregard any further intrusions on my reading space, now a journey of my own, discovering a story of equal sentiment, wisdom, and reality…about Cats!  And every element of what I had just been reading in my own book, a summary of my own beliefs in different stories and books, was represented in Carl’s book: These cats gained lifetimes by cat ancients coming to them in dreams as dreamwork.

This boy doesn’t need any help with the material…he’s found his own way.  I am now with less ego further understanding that my role is only to support him, and provide for him that which a child can’t logistically provide for himself. What a relief…this is too easy!

We then looked at my collected clippings, focusing mostly on the pictures, and Carl shared his translations of several of the medicine wheels. The ideas and thoughts flowed at a rapid rate and he was quite specific – about the elements of Nature, of human traits, of the sun and moon and the 4 directions.  Although I cannot confirm any of the ideas he shared, they made sense to me!  And instead of feeling like I was allowing his interpretations, I felt like I was being taught!  It was beautiful, remarkable and inspiring.

So, how to raise “Indigo” children? I realized that just in asking the question, the intention creates the support and empowers you – and me – it empowers the children.

Letter to Elders

To the Elders in our Children’s lives:

This is about their path. It is not necessarily about our path although it might be similar, it is about their own path. It is about God, but not necessarily the way some might view God, or that they use the name God. They may use the name God, they may use Buddha, or Krishna, or Massau. They may use them all, or none. It is about supporting whatever they call that which brings them strength and clarity, that which allows them to walk and live from the Heart, from the Spirit, their Spirit.

If it is true that each one of us has come into this life for a purpose, then I will leave it to them to determine, or remember, what that purpose is. It may take them a lifetime to do that; it may take them only a year; they may know already even if unable to put it into words. With appropriate guidance we trust in them completely to figure it out! With appropriate guidance we trust that when they fall, they will pick themselves up, or reach out for assistance to then pick themselves up, or continue until the lesson they have yet to learn is learned.

Clearly boundaries are necessary in order to develop the right habits of right behavior towards each other and themselves – respectful, cautious when prudent to be so, appreciative, and communicative. We hope we are doing a good job of setting those boundaries, adhering to them, and living them to ensure that we are providing the example of the same.

 You have much to offer to them, to our children as well as to the children of the world.

I believe we are all in agreement about “right habits” and “right behavior”, which is why we consider you an asset in our lives, in our children’s lives, which will include their memories long after we’ve all transitioned out of this lifetime. The thread of your energy will go far, and live long…

It is important for us to select Elders for our children, other than the people they know as their grandparents, so that they can become comfortable with the notion of choosing Elders. Since the age at which they may be having children may not allow for direct contact with the actual grandparents (Don and I included) of those children for a long enough period of time, we wish for the task of choosing Elders to become a normal practice for them.

 Here are the Elders Carl and Christopher (our sons) have been born into, the Grandparents:

Elisa – “Abuelita”

Walter – “Wally”

Sandy – “Nonnie”

Juanita

The other, chosen, Elders:

Mark – “Grandpa Mark”

Marylin – “Grandma Marylin”

Karl – “Big Karl”

Marcella

Dan

Jill

Anna

Greg

We are so grateful for your presence in their lives – we love you, and we thank you.