A falcon sits on a tree branch, high above, watching. I feel his gaze on me as I enter an enormous, ancient tree. Inside, I find a gently winding stone staircase. The stairs lead to another opening into another giant, ancient tree.This forest is even older than the first one. I step out into the opening and then wait.The falcon is still watching me.
I am an Indian Warrior. Someone near me is dancing to the beat of drums. He now wears wings and a falcon mask. Swooping and gliding, he begins to dance around me. I too begin to dance. Now I have wings and a mask too.
I Question. Does a spirit separate itself into more than one?
We become falcons. Swirling up into the sky, flying over the ancient forests to a beautiful valley. Once again, I become the Indian Warrior, waiting outside a teepee, the drums beat. I begin to dance. My brother is here, he is a hunter wearing buckskin.
There is a sensation at my left temple as I see my native family. I approach my mother and place the right side of my face to the left side of her face. I kneel before my father. I cook fried corn pone and serve it to my parents and family. After the meal, the men retire to the teepee to smoke the peace pipe. No one speaks. My father is the elder.
Alone again, I stand outside before a fire. I pick up a carved bone with ornaments of beads and feathers and as the drum beats I shake the talking stick back and forth towards the sky. I dance. Many gifts have been given to me including a shield.
The falcon watches me as I return back to the tree. Climbing the stone stairs once again, I exit into the upper forest.
My Spirit Guide, One Who Sees answers my question…It is so.