On May 13, 2012, MariLyn took me on a nostalgic tour of all her childhood haunts in St. Paul where she was born and lived until she graduated from college, and on various occassions after that. When walking by her first house, we noticed people inside so MariLyn knocked on the door. She and I very graciously were welcomed inside and got to see all parts of the first and second floors. We also visited, but did not enter her grade school, high school, church and nearby college, all within a few blocks of her first house. Also on our tour were the grade schools where she had taught for some thirty years. Talk about a trip down memory lane!
On May 16, 2012, we drove about 200 miles from Minneapolis to the town of Pipestone in southwest Minnesota, population about 4,300. In going there, we had a two-fold purpose: 1) MariLyn would research the history of her father's side of the family, going back to her great-grandfather, who had lived in the nearby town of Woodstock; and we would go to Pipestone National Monument, just north of Pipestone, where the pipestone quarry for making pipestone peace pipes has been mined for hundreds of years by Amerindians.
After we got to Pipestone, settled in our hotel and had lunch, we drove downtown to the Pipestone County Museum, which has a geneology department. MariLyn gave the head researcher, Betty, the name of her great-grandfather, George Augustus Miller, and almost immediately Betty found records of his having lived and died in Woodstock. Betty said to come back in the morning after she had done additional research and she would show us what she had discovered. MariLyn tingled with excitement, as she knew only the barest details of the history of this side of her family tree.
When we returned, Betty had a whole table covered with about 15 photocopies of records, plus several books with original newspaper articles and bios of MariLyn's great-grandfather and other relatives. It was incredible! We really had expected only a few items or references at most.
It turns out that George Augustus Miller had been one of the original pioneers to settle Woodstock in 1879 and had been its first blacksmith. His parents were from Maine and Pennsylvania. There was still record of the locations of the land he homesteaded here and where he had his blacksmith shop in the town. Later we visited both areas, but saw no original buildings.
There also were numerous records and documents about his wife, children and grandchildren, one of whom was MariLyn's father, Rollie Miller, and another was Rollie's sister Muriel, MariLyn's favorite aunt whom had died when MariLyn was 12.
MariLyn had not expected to be so emotionally moved by this whole set of discoveries. After all, she has had recall of past lives, and never has felt until now any interest in researching the family tree. Still, being in the place, seeing actual printed articles, and visiting actual sites gave a very intimate feel to the whole thing. I was nearly as tickled as she was.
We also visited the Miller family plot at the local cemetery in Pipestone, where the two great-grandparents and three of their children were buried.
In addition to these outer experiences, while driving through the small town of Woodstock, at one point we felt the overshadowing presence of all the family members now in the astral planes, including MariLyn's former father, Rollie. (El Morya first had linked us with him when we were at Gull Lake, a hundred and fifty miles northwest of the Twin Cities, during the early part of our Minnesota visit.) That night, Muriel strongly communed with me and shared her love and guidance with MariLyn -- it felt as if Muriel was right in the room with us. Two mornings later, Muriel contacted me again and directed MariLyn to no longer think of her as her former aunt but rather as her soul sister, for they had been together many times in the past in numerous roles. Now they were to begin anew, sisters in the light.
In all these exchanges, discoveries and communions, MariLyn closed the door on her past and began anew. All her family relationships were updated to, and invested with, a new spiritual basis and reality.
After getting all the geneology information on the morning of May 17, we had some lunch and then headed to Pipestone National Monument. I had wanted to visit there for over 20 years, after I had had a dream in which I was taken up and above the Western Hemisphere. Looking down in the dream, I saw two huge peace pipes, one with its bowl pointing upward and one pointing downward. This was the astral Amerindian version of "as above, so below." Astral Amerindian grandfathers and grandmothers comprise part of the doorway or connecting link between the physical, third dimensional, earth plane and the heavenly, fourth dimensional, etheric planes of the ascended masters.
In my earlier meditation this current morning, Sol-O-Man/Zolanda/Mary had overshadowed me and said that my dream of the two peace pipes now was coming to full fruition. That dream/vision even had foreshadowed the linking of astral Amerindian forces in North and South America (hence the two peace pipes), which had occurred in the last two years with our visits/missions to the two parts of the Western Hemisphere.
As we approached Pipestone National Monument, both MariLyn and I felt a tremendously quickening and overshadowing of multiple innerplane forces, producing a buzzing in our heads, a fullness in our chests and a deep feeling of divine love. This was near overwhelming. Initially, I came into communion with Black Cloud and all his higher astral Amerindian co-workers who had gathered with him from around North America. Then Sol-O-Man appeared over him and all assembled.
In the Lakota Sioux teachings, White Buffalo Calf Woman was the one who ages ago brought the peace pipe to Native Americans. She appeared as a mysterious, beautiful white-clad maiden who brought the first pipe in a sacred bundle, and who when she left turned into a white buffalo. She gave instructions about the first of seven sacred rites or ceremonies in which the pipe played the central, pivotal role. With its smoking, participants prayed to the Great Spirit, with the prayers rising symbolically as did the smoke of the pipe to the grandfasthers and grandmothers, and to Wankan-Tanka (God).
As I have shared many times on prior blogs, in the latter days of Atlantis when it was known that that civilization had failed and would go down, Sol-O-Man in her role as Zolanda, high priestess of the Earth Temple near what is present day New York City and western Long Island, had trained the race that would become Natives or Amerindians in the higher spiritual truths. In particular, they became adept at working with the so-called nature spirits or devic-elemental forces. This race of Amerindians would hold and preserve the land until the time that the white man would bring Christianity to it, and merge those truths with the universal truths found in Native teachings.
Thus, it seems only fitting that in Native mythology and story telling that a white-clad woman would have brought them a peace pipe. Sol-O-Man/Mary is of the Seventh Ray of Peace and Love, whose colors are white and gold. She is the original teacher of the Amerindians. However, Nada-Yolanda, my spiritual teacher, never received that Sol-O-Man actually incarnated as White Buffalo Calf Woman. In all my contacts with Sol-O-Man, she has not revealed such to me. It may be, therefore, that White Buffalo Calf Woman is just a symbolic representation of Sol-O-Man, just as Kwan Yin is such a symbolic portrayal of her in the East. It appears that no one really knows for sure.
Sol-O-Man now said to me: "These are my people." By "these," she was referring to all the higher astral plane grandfathers and grandmothers who had gathered here at this sacred spot, as well as to those Amerindians who still quarry pipestone here. Furthermore, "these" also referred to people of all races who considered and treated Mother Earth as being sacred. MariLyn and I represented such non-Indians, at least for this lifetime.
Sol-O-Man further relayed that the purpose of this current interdimensional powwow or gathering was to link celestrial, etheric, higher astral and earth planes as one. This could be done because the dome of light had been anchored over North America and because the doorway between the lower astral planes and the earth now was being closed.
In my inner vision, it looked like a huge cylinder of Christ light came down from the heavenly realms through the astral planes to the earth. In it, we were all one family of light, true Indians one and all, true brothers and sisters on the one path of love.
For the next several hours while we toured the visitor's center, watched an excellent movie about the place, and walked the three-quarter mile long trail, I felt like I was in the most sacred spot on the entire Earth. Never before at all the spiritual sites I have visited around the world have I felt such a sense of earthly divinity, of Mother Love, of oneness with all and all life, including those beings of all realms. At times, it felt like there was not a single space in the surrounding atmosphere that was not occupied by ascended masters, higher astral plane Amerindians, angels or devas. Space brothers and sisters, under Dr. Hannibal/St. Germain's guidance likewise were in attendence and augmenting the vibration force field with their hieronics beams. It was heaven on earth.
A major contributory factor for this sense of sacredness was that for hundreds of years, Amerindians have considered this site sacred. Here they came to mine the red pipestone, which they equated to the blood of their ancestors, even to the blood of Mother Earth Herself. Whereas most surrounding and visiting tribes had an unfortunate penchant for brutally warring with one another, when they came here all hostilities ceased. This was where they actually lived the higher spiritual teachings of their elders, going all the way back to Sol-O-Man/Zolanda's instructions as Atlantis fell.
Moreover, this site was more or less in the geographic center of North America. Multiple tribes came from hundreds, even thousands of miles, to come to this sacred spot. It was known and revered throughout Canada, the United States and Mexico. Pipestone pipes have been found throughout these vast areas.
Despite this upliftment, I still felt jabs of intense pain, sorrow and remorse in my heart. I nearly always have these when I visit Indian sacred sites and tune in with the pain of the white man's near destruction of Native teachings and culture. Per usual, I asked for forgiveness on behalf of all whites. At the same time, however, I forgave the various Indian tribes for their own error ways in warring with other Indians and with whites. No one, no race, no tribe was immune to these past errors. Rather, all are forgiven and inspired to go and sin no more. Let the door be closed to the past. Let us all begin anew as one in the One.
The next day, MariLyn and I returned and once more walked the whole property. (Painting of the site is by George Catlin from 1836; quartzite clifts are in back, with pipestone quarry in front.) This time, the inner plane presence and energy was greatly reduced, although still evident. We focused this time on the actual quarry sites. Since 1937, when President Roosevelt signed legislation to make this a national park, Indians once more could quarry their beloved pipestone. Previously, whites had taken over the land. Now, only Indians of any tribe recognized by the US government can obtain permits to mine the pipestone. This year, there were about 40 such inidividual sites.
Only hand tools are used in this arduous process. Atop the pipestone is a 4-12 foot layer of very hard quartzite, which first has to be removed with picks, crowbars, sledgehammers and such. Underneath it is a seam of about 12-14 inches of pipestone, only about 4 inches of which can be used to make pipes. The pipestone orignally was a layer of clay, so it is a very soft rock, with about the hardness of fingernails. Therefore, it is easily shaped into pipes and other figures.
When we left the property this second day, we sensed and felt the goodbyes of the higher astral Amerindians who had been watching over and linking with us. This was like saying goodbye to beloved family after a large family reunion. We were deeply touched and moved, honored and humbled to have been part of all of this.
Mankind has come full circle since the days of Atlantis. Now we begin anew, preparing the way for Sananda-Jesus the Christ, to lead all of us into a new day and new age of peace and love, cooperation and coordination. So be it.