Hi Open,

After reading your article yesterday, I was drawn to feeling into Native American spirituality and the reverence and respect for Mother Earth and all sentient life that was central to their spirituality and sacred way of life, consuming only what was needed with heartfelt gratitude for what was given. And how the white man subjugated and destroyed aboriginal populations everywhere on planet earth and Mother Earth in the process through exploitation and over-consumption.

The Hopi prophecies describe what is to come as a result of this degradation, and it isn't pretty, to say the least. I "see" in future that we will all be refugees, as you say. What are your feelings about the synchronicity regarding the appearance of the Blue Star Kachina and Red Star Kachina and how they will signal the end, as prophesied by the Hopi?

I'm getting visuals of a starry explosion long ago from another lifetime. It feels like I've carried over fear from that experience to this lifetime that relates to karma about the Great Purification now upon us. I'm feeling an acceleration of energies about what is to come that's stirring up emotions to feel into and let go of.

I am drawn, once again, to the words of Crazy Horse, Lakota Chief, as he went into battle with the Seventh U.S. Calvary to preserve his people's way of life. He is often quoted as saying, "Today is a good day to die." But, apparently, this is a more accurate quote, “Today is a good day to die for all the things of my life are present," suggesting he was fully present and at peace with his life and death. For without fear of death, there really is nothing to lose. I hear Crazy Horse, and all the great warriors who have gone before us, calling out to stand and hold as fierce warriors of truth, as you call out.

As the Openhand retreat in Seattle approaches, I'm drawn to Chief Seattle's words spoken in 1854 upon his surrender to the U.S. government:

"How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and the man, all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great White Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider your offer to buy land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us.

This shining water that moves in streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events in the life of my people. The waters murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers of our brothers they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember to teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness that you would give my brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The Earth is not his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children, and he does not care."

The Great White Chief lied, and Chief Seattle's words fell on deaf ears. So here we stand on the brink of extinction.

Open, I would appreciate any comments you feel to share about the Blue and Red Star Kachinas and about the White Dwarf Explosion on Sirius B and how it might fit with what we're experiencing as the Great Purification fast approaches. Thank you.

x Cathy