Meeting a tribal elder was cool in many ways. He reminded me of something that I started about a year ago. Last night I again attempted to contact the relative that has the records with the name of the last tribal member in my family but again I was not able to reach her. I want to know which of the seven tribes within the Cherokee I belong to and the name of the tribal member (great-great grandmother)... I want to learn the language and the specific traditions so that they will not die for my family. As I was saying though; it was neat meeting the elder but he is just a man... a man who has awakened. Before and after ceremonies we had a chance to talk and books such as the Celestine Prophesy were mentioned. We spoke of the Christs, etc. And as he said, during sweat lodge, it is completely dark and one does not see color. My dreams and the Spirits that have spoken to me are my true spiritual guides. This path leading me through red is also important... but the circle holds all colors and different roads.
My mother said to me not to forget the rich spirit of the Irish side of my family and I wonder if she knows that there's no way that I could.
One of the first words I wanted to learn was wahuhi. Messenger, for me.