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Showdown at Cahokia Mounds

[I originally wrote this report of an experience at Cahokia Mounds in November 2012. Given that I have been again drawn to Cahokia for a variety of reasons and have as a result experienced new things, I am posting this older spirit journal entry in order to provide some explanatory background to the stories I am now recounting.]

November 8, 2012

I feel the need to recount my last experience at Cahokia in part simply to record the information of that day, but also because I know I have been avoiding confronting what happened then and what it might mean. I’ve been avoiding it because it involves ego issues for me that I am uncomfortable with. Getting to the point, the event was a kind of Matrix-movie dramatic showdown between the forces of Life and the forces of Death, and I was playing the leading role as the hero shaman who saved the day.

This has become an issue for me again as Melchizedek (one of my guiding spirits) has been urging me to step up to my identity and my calling, to accept the power that I know I have, and yet I am uncomfortable with appearing to be sunk in some ego hero drama. It seems, though, that rather than coming to some kind of balanced understanding of who I am and what I need to do, I keep getting caught in this see-saw back and forth between denying myself any power at all and seeing myself as the all-powerful savior of the movie. And Cahokia itself draws this out of me because it is there that I am most being called on to take a stand, not simply to understand the past but to correct it.

So to the story of that day: on October 2, 2012, as I was driving back to Athens, Ohio from Lawrence, Kansas with the goal of closing up the house so it could be ready for a buyer to move in should it sell while I am in Finland, I stopped by Cahokia again. I was called to do so, but I had no idea what the plan might be. I wasn’t aware of any new mound to explore or situation to take into account. I just knew that I needed to go there. So I did, despite the fact that I was also eager to make good time on the fourteen-hour drive back to Athens.

As soon as I stepped out of the car into the moody, rainy afternoon, I knew that I needed to walk between the Twin Mounds. I still didn’t know why. As I approached the mounds I felt a growing sense of anticipation, knowing that there was a large host of spirits gathered here for this very visit and that I was somehow going to be involved in something big. I walked up along the southern end of Mound 60 (which Anna and I take to be a male energy mound) and entered into the space between it and Mound 59 (which we take to be a female energy mound).

As I entered into the space in between the mounds I could feel the combined energy vortex there growing in intensity. At this point I found myself quickly shifting into the consciousness of what I knew was one of my former selves—a shaman who had lived and died at Cahokia during the critical time of the take-over by the sacrificial priests. With reassurance from my Higher Self, I gave this shaman permission to use me as his vehicle for this action.

I immediately knew everything about this former self who was now controlling my body, speech, and actions. I knew that this shaman-priest was very powerful but that he was now confronting the power of a rising class of sacrificial priests who were converting the mound powers from structures of love to structures of death and mind control. As with many other early communal experiments in democratic spiritual societies devoted to superconscious development of the Power of Love, this Cahokia was facing its destruction and conversion into a technology of death. I was the shaman representing the losing side, the advocates of Love Power. But I was now here to turn the tables and bring back the Power of Love.

I—I will now speak of the shaman in the first person, given that he and I were now unified in action and that this was a lesson for me from a past self, even though I was watching the entire scene as though I were a passive observer watching a movie—I walked solemnly and powerfully to the power point where the vortex energy of the two mounds converged. I raised my hand to the west and began drawing in the energy from Mound 59. Then suddenly and completely by surprise, I found myself shouting prayers to the mounds in a language I have never heard before. I continued to speak this language, shouting out sacred orders and incantations of some kind throughout the rest of my time at Cahokia.

Next I turned my face to the east towards Mound 60 and began taking in that mound’s energy. Two whirlpool columns of light shot up from each mound high into the heavens. During all of this thousands of voices were cheering me on, shouting “Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!” I then found myself turning my face northward and drew in the energy from Monk’s Mound, the massive earthen pyramid that draws most tourists to Cahokia. As I did so, a whirlpool column of light shot up from Monk’s Mound and then arced downwards towards me. The power point between Mounds 59 and 60 was now triangulated by this addition of energy from Monk’s Mound. Suddenly a massive tower of light shot up from my power point high into the heavens, illuminating the entire quadrant of the planet in the midst of the rainy overcast Illinois sky. This was accompanied by the increasing sound of cheering voices coming both from other past inhabitants of Cahokia and from a host of spirits and fairies.

Throughout this drama of energy and light I was still clueless as to what the whole show was about. Things started to get a little clearer, though, when I found myself turning my whole body around to face the south—where Mound 72 lay in the distance, secluded from the greater community of mounds. Mound 72 had been revealed to me during an earlier visit to be the site of the sacrificial priests, all of whom were represented by the figure of the Birdman of Cahokia, the honorary priest whose corpse was found by anthropologists with its bones lying among the skeletons of dozens of women. This particular mound had become the primary embodiment of the sacrificial turn at Cahokia.

While initially a figure that commands awe and fascination (and today is the official Park icon), the Birdman in the end represents the power of the bird of prey turned against the innocent. In order to enhance their own status and power and prestige, the shaman-priests here began a culture of ceremonial sacrifice that converted the site’s Power of Love into the Power of Destruction. Now here I was, with thousands of shouting spirits by my side and in the skies above me, solemnly and powerfully marching southward towards the representatives of the Powers of Destruction at Mound 72.

As my shaman-self continued marching confidently towards the mound, my watching self was getting pretty nervous. This was shaping up to be some kind of major confrontation, a battle between the forces of Love and the forces of Destruction. While this was all very exciting, I was at the same time a bit embarrassed at playing such a Neo-type role in this drama. Who am I, after all, to be drawing such attention to myself, with throngs of spirits and followers shouting in support as hosts of fairies sang their songs of anticipation and praise from the surrounding woods? I was both thrilled and embarrassed to find myself unexpectedly cast in this messianic role. I was also uneasy with the thought of the impending violence that promised to be unleashed in this righteous confrontation.

When I arrived at Mound 72 I circled around it from the west and then the south, walking to the southeastern corner of the mound. This is where I had sat months before when I originally received the vision of the blood and sacrifice that the mound had always represented. Now I saw that it was my intention to challenge this figure of destruction. This was to be the initial showdown in my attempt to turn the tables once more and raise the Power of Love. The shouts and songs echoing around grew in intensity.

I raised my arms into the sky, staring intently at the center of the mound, seeing the Birdman of Cahokia ready for attack. I began to open my mouth to shout, expecting this to be the onset of the great battle. I leaned my head back and shouted, “Birdman of Cahokia, bearer of sacrifice and destruction, representative of the Priests of Death, I am here to tell you that we love you! We are here to welcome you into the Circle of Love where you have belonged from the beginning. Forgive yourselves for the destruction you have created and unleashed upon the world. Forgive yourselves for the rape and the murder you have conducted in the name of all that is holy. Join us in this Circle of Love!” I was absolutely stunned by this speech. This was not what I had expected at all. Here I was, nervously expecting the beginning of some battle of Armageddon, and what I witnessed instead was a call to Love and self-forgiveness.

The Birdman of Cahokia was clearly just as stunned as I was. He drew back into his mound, not sure what to make of this surprising turn of events. All around me the fairies of Cahokia were singing and cheering, thanking me for finally returning and beginning the Great Turn of Love. I looked deep into the woods into the heart of the fairy throngs and smiled. I knew that I had finally stepped up and had accepted my calling. I knew that now I had finally embraced the Shaman of the Circle of Love who I had always known myself to be but had never dared to acknowledge.

Just at this moment, I looked back northward at the space between the mounds. A deer ran into the space from the same southeasterly direction in which I had approached Mounds 59 and 60. The deer ran right to the vortex power point where the light funnels from the three main mounds had converged. It stood there, facing Monk’s Mound, surrounded in intense light. And then it turned and looked directly at me for what seemed like a full thirty seconds. I thanked the deer for consecrating this event. At that point it turned and ran off towards the north, disappearing from view as if it had evaporated before my eyes. I felt truly blessed at this sight.

I marched back towards the Twin Mounds as triumphantly and gloriously as I had marched down to Mound 72. I spoke with the spirits of the trees as I passed. I returned to my car, looked back briefly at the Twin Mounds, and then pulled back out onto the street to continue my trip to Ohio in the gathering rain.

Cahokia and the Stairway to Heaven

December 9, 2014

Here I am recording the experience I just had at Cahokia Mounds. This is Tuesday at 1:27 in the afternoon Central Time. And I just spent about the last half hour at the mounds on my way back to Ohio after a weekend in Kansas with Tori.

As usual, I went straight from the parking lot to what is referred to as the burnt pillars of the former stockade section—I’m not quite sure that’s exactly what it was. But I am often drawn to begin there my mound experience there, as Anna and I were when we first visited this complex almost three years ago now. As it turns out, Tuesdays are days when the park is closed. But luckily you can still be on the grounds. You just can’t go in the museum building, which is fine with me, having been here so many times now.

The Male Energy Twin Mound

The Male Energy Twin Mound

Next I went to the Twin Mounds across from the stockade. I began tuning into the energy of the first Twin Mound (Mound 60 or Fox Mound), the one to the east, which is the male energy mound, the flat-top mound opposite the rounded conical mound, which is the female energy. As I now see it, I was drawn to this mound to establish that male energy connection as a part of my path in this particular world. I then walked over to and stood at the vortex point (where the energies of the two mounds intersect in a vesica piscis) and went into Etheric vision, with the Mists of Avalon rising all around me as so often happens when I go into the Etheric mode.

As I was doing so, feeling the energy, letting the energy be channeled through me, I began to see various entities, lots of entities all over the grounds—I was facing south—with some very close to me, within ten or fifteen feet, others fifty feet, a hundred feet, some a few hundred feet away. They formed a wide series of concentric rings of beings who took this opportunity to encircle me as I engaged in this particular moment.

Cahokia Birdman tablet_HRoe_2012At this point I was then called down to Mound 72, which I haven’t visited again in quite some time after having some very powerful visions there. I then realized that I had been urged to go to the Twin Mounds in order to ground myself in that energy, the male energy that I am identified with in this lifetime, the fusion of those in the vortex, in the vesica—and with the power of those energies I was then able to go down and once more confront the Birdman of Cahokia, the sacrificial priest of Mound 72 who had been buried there with several young females. As I went down there I felt that this was definitely what I was called here to do.

I was called to read the explanatory sign once again, which I originally was going to ignore, having read it so many times before. But this time I noticed a little paragraph towards the bottom that talked about the alignment of the mound.

IMG_2464The particular angle of the mound is set perfectly for sunrise during the Winter Solstice and sunset during the Summer Solstice. So I walked to the southeastern corner of the mound and climbed up onto that southeastern point and stood facing the southeast, the direction of the Winter Solstice sunrise. Especially given that I’m called on again to carry out the Winter Solstice sunrise ceremony for the People from Below in this moment of Emergence into the Fifth World, I could tell that this was a very important point for me.

mistsAs I was standing on the mound I then became very enraptured by the energies of the place and felt myself expand throughout that energetic field. Again the mist rose, a very thick mist this time, exactly as in the movie The Mists of Avalon. They were so dense that I could not really see through all of the mist to the woods before me. The woods, by the way, are filled with fairies—this is a very powerful fairy spot, and has been for much longer than humans have been on this planet. They have been very important in some of the stages of development of various cultures at Cahokia in the past.

As I was facing the Winter Solstice point and just going into the Etheric vision, again I could see many, many beings standing before me and could feel them in a ring around me and throughout the woods.

The birds, by the way—the starlings, I believe they were, or swallows, who fly in these murmuration patterns—had been swooping all around, and I realized that they were actually the ones who had drawn my attention to Mound 72 when I was at the Twin Mounds. They flew around me and then landed in the trees in front of me, staying in front of me like witnesses or supporters the entire time I was down at Mound 72. They were chattering away, singing and chirping while I was engaged in this particular ceremony.

I could see all of the fairies and various other beings. And as I was looking at the beings, allowing myself to see more clearly what these various entities might look like, suddenly a funnel of spiral energy opened up from the base of the mound where I was standing on perhaps a 30º angle from the incline of the earth, an angle that would probably match up with a particular moment of the sunrise on the Winter Solstice.

stairway-to-heaven-mountain-dreamsBut the peculiar thing about the spiral was that while I could see the energies rotating in a spiral pattern, I also very clearly saw this turn into a stairway. I could see the steps reaching off into the heavens, which was peculiar for me. I’ve never seen anything quite like that before. And as I was looking at the stairway I then could see beings, probably hundreds or more, entities, energetic beings just walking up and down the stairway that was connecting the mound to the heavens in a dramatic way.

And at that point I was reminded of the Emergence and the Solstice and also that in Pueblo tradition the Kachinas come and go on the Solstices. I realized that this was a universal vision for the Winter Solstice, what the Hopi refer to as the Soyal Ceremony. I could see various beings coming down from the heavens on the stairway to the Earth. And I could then see them walk right through me as they passed along the ridge of Mound 72 and then walk up another stairway to heaven towards the northeast from that opposite corner of the mound (the coordinate point marked by the San Francisco Peaks in Arizona), now re-ascending for the Summer Solstice.

hopi_dance1921After seeing the Kachinas and other beings ascend back into the heavens, I knew my ceremony was over, that my vision had come to its conclusion, and that it was time to give my thanks to the spirits of Cahokia for allowing me one more chance to see into the magical dynamics of its past and to prepare for my greeting ceremony for the People from Below on the coming Winter Solstice.

Kachina Visions and the Expansion of Cultural Identity

This essay of mine just came out in the latest issue of Journal of Contemporary Shamanism! Here’s a PDF copy.

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coverThis essay compiles several of the experiences I have recounted here in these blog pages concerning my experiences with the Kachinas who visit with me and instruct me.

Enjoy!

Gabriel

 

 

Message from the People from Below

November 30, 2014

Reflecting_cavern_lakeWe are the People from Below, one of the groups with whom you have been making contact on a very subtle level throughout the past year or more. You have felt our presence especially when traveling across Missouri and through western Illinois, and we have much more to tell you about that particular region.

But at this point we wish to focus on this portal here on your property—the Second Portal.

As you know from the ceremony you were led to perform last year on the Solstice, we began on that day a serious stage of our Emergence into this, the very end of your Fourth World as the inauguration of the Fifth.

And we have spent the year testing the waters, so to speak, for it is here at this Second Portal that the waters of the Earth rise above the surface in these sacred pools seen over by the fairies who dedicate their existence to such a process.

emergenceWe speak with and are guided by the Kachinas who have drawn you here, the Kachinas who see over the subterranean passage from one world to the next, from one particular manifestation of being to another, and it has been their job to oversee the arrangements of power, the configurations of energy that make their way into the complex known as the structure of life in a given World.

For each World has its own energetic structure, its own complex of relations of energy, and you are at a turning point now, the transition from one to another, and it is this confluence of world energies that creates a lot of the excitement and a lot of the chaos of the present moment.

For many people are waking up; many people are being instigated to move.

Not everyone understands the particular impulse that drives them. Not everyone recognizes the calling to a higher path than they may have been aware of in previous days in their lives. And some people under the influence of these impulses turn in what we might say are negative directions from a certain limited perspective. They are directions that are not fully consciously aligned with the higher purpose of all beings.

There are others, on the other hand, who are recognizing this calling, who are seeing that they are part of a much larger universal contingent of energies from the heart.

burning-cosmic-heartIt is your hearts that open you up to the possibilities of this change from one World to another. And it is through the heart that these worlds open up and unfold for you. Your heart is itself an abyss; your heart is a black hole, in a sense; your heart is a portal that transports you from one realm to another. You contain All That Is within your heart. You have access to All That Is within your heart. So it is not moving outward but deeper and deeper inward to the vast universe that is at the center of your own being, in your heart. So when Don Juan speaks of a path with heart, it is in part recognition of the heart that is within, that contains All That Is that is a path inward.

Waterhouse-Hylas-NymphsYou have felt the call of the fairies in this pool for the last year and a half, and you have felt them much more strongly in recent days. This is because it is a time for you to gather your forces, your resources, to bring your tribe together and to focus on this Emergence that plays itself out with the Winter Solstice and the Summer Solstice.

We ask you to prepare for an event of such recognition here on this property with the people who you believe will understand, who you know will understand the purpose of such a call. We wish for you to make it as open as possible. As soon as you initiate such a call, things will fall into place. Bring those forces here together in unity of the heart—the universal heart at the center of all beings—and all else will fall into place.

We thank you for the energy you all have brought to your locale, to your continent, to your universe.

Shay shay hanna ay kaymay kayahshayah anna mah ho koinay, chee shiahta, oh kahma hokah ayki, sheynay ayki anna ahkahma a koishay. [Rattle sound] Shay shay shahna ohkamo ho toinay ehkimay ehkimay ehkay ahkasha, shahna ahkamo, yehshay ena hehki, dohshta hanna moh koikay, deeshiah tohmo oh koishay.

Shah shah shah.