Friday, June 27, 2014

Ambyr


Excerpt from The Book of Yzabelle

The fire spread through the small beach village on the southern tip of Ayre so fast the people struggled to the meadow or could not keep track of their families. Some of the soldiers of Ayre hurried the villagers down the road to safety. One of the scouts saw the Telgirian ship anchor early in the day from the castle wall. Damiel quickly mustered the soldiers living at the castle. He gave orders for keeping the castle and town safe. Warning bells were rung and the inhabitants instantly stopped what they were doing and helped to secure their homes and the town from an impending raid. Liona and Damiel were armed and leading soldiers toward the small beach community within the hour. The company arrived as the houses were set on fire.
Princess Liona dismounted from her horse in the middle of the chaos to look around and get a better perspective of what was needed immediately.
The Telgirian soldiers started to advance on the soldiers of Ayre. Liona watched as the fighting began. She drew her bow and slid an arrow quickly into place. She took aim and fired. She continued to shoot her arrows as the Telgirians advanced. She killed or wounded at least a dozen men before she drew out her axe. The Telgirians were falling, within the hour they were running for their lives to the beach where there long row boats were stowed. Some of the villagers joined the fight and the odds were not in favor of the Telgirians. They heard of what could happen if Princess Liona and her soldiers of Ayre were to capture them and they did not want that particular nightmare at all. Damiel gave orders to hold ground and not attack retreaters. Liona pulled back away from the fighting to see what the destruction looked like.
The people of the village escaped from the fire set by the Telgirians. Liona sighed, another village to rebuild because of this war. She felt her hope leaving her while she watched the fire consume houses built near the village center. Her heart felt heavy while she led her horse down the chaotic street.
Liona mounted her horse when she came to the end of the cobbled road that led to the meadow where most of the villagers waited. She looked for anyone who might be in danger. The farmsteads still stood on the out skirts of the village. Liona prayed for rain to put the fire out while she walked toward where the people were assembling in a great meadow.
Out of the chaos Liona heard a cry. It was the cry of an infant or toddler. She stopped so she could hear where the crying was coming from. She approached the farmstead cautiously she could hear the crying clearly. She walked around the corner of the barn where the animal pens were and she saw the toddler standing in one of the pens.
Liona dropped off her horse and hurried over to the little girl. When the naked little girl saw Liona she stopped crying and put her arms up so Liona could pick her up. Liona wondered why the toddler was naked. She forgot and wondered who could leave such a beautiful child in an animal pen with Telgirian soldiers about.
Liona opened the gate to the pen and walked over to the toddler. She bent down to look at the tiny child. The little girl walked over to her and put her arms around Liona’s neck.
“Oh, who would leave you behind?” Liona asked pulling the little girl back to have a better look at her, beautifully clear, amber, colored eyes and light brown, curly hair. Liona caught her breath when she gazed at the pretty little toddler. The child smiled at her and Liona felt tenderness in her heart she lacked for the past two years. Liona took her cloak off and wrapped the child up and walked to her horse. “We have to find your family. They will be worried about you.”
Liona mounted her horse again and rode swiftly to the meadow to find the child’s family.
The people in the meadow were settling down, families were coming together. The soldiers were securing the area. Families with small children were put into the middle of the meadow and older children were set with them. Men and women of the village were armed with axes, bows and arrows, pitchforks and any weapon they found  to protect themselves from the Telgirians.
Liona rode in and a cheer went up through the crowd. She waved at the villagers and dismounted from her horse. The infant still in her arms she walked toward her people. She knew her first duty was to her people and now they had to feel secure with the words she was about to say.
“My people of Ayre, you are so brave! You still are not out of harm’s way. Our soldiers are still routing the soldiers of Telgira who have invaded your village. I ask you to stay here until they tell us you are safe. I have also found an infant girl. She was in the farmstead closest to this meadow. Her parents should come forward so she can be with you. I will keep her until she is claimed.” Liona paused for a moment to take a glimpse of the little girl in her arms. The little girl looked at her and smiled and Liona felt her heart beating and her face get flushed. She held the child closer to her and thought how precious she is. “Please do as the soldiers say for they are here to protect you.”
The crowd started to feel assured after the Princess spoke to them. However no one knew who the child that Liona found was.
Captain Damiel walked up to Liona to give her information about the Telgirian raiders.
“Yes, Lord Damiel?”
“My princess, my men have reported this area is safe. I want to keep the people here over night for their safety. The Telgirians do not know this land; they are heading toward their ship to re-group. Camiel has reported their ship is anchored close to here. He and some of the men are watching the area. They will report when they see any activity. I have told them not to attack anyone retreating only defend themselves.” Damiel reported taking a look at the child in Liona’s arms. “She is pretty, my princess. Such a child must be sorely missed.”
“Yes she is pretty and content even with all the chaos. I think she is feeling safe enough now. I will walk among the people to see if I can find her family.” Liona replied also looking at the baby. “Good Damiel. There is no need to kill unless it is necessary. Have your soldiers pitch tents for the overnight stay. There is enough wood on the ground for fires. Let’s get the adolescents busy digging fire pits. No civilian is to leave this area until we know for sure the Telgirians have left.”
“Yes, my princess, I will get these tasks in order immediately. I will come find you when I hear more information.” Damiel departed to do what Liona asked.
Liona started to walk toward the people to inquire about the baby in her arms. The people she spoke to never saw the baby, even those who owned the farm where Liona found the child. Many people were curious and came to have a glimpse at the baby but no one claimed her.
By evening Liona fed the baby and made a bed on her cloak beside her. Damiel sat on the other side of the little girl.
“She is so quiet, my princess, no one has claimed her?” Damiel asked looking around at the crowd.
“No one has ever seen her before. She doesn’t seem to be pining for a mother. She ate well and doesn’t seem interested in anyone at all. If no one claims her in the morning I will take her home with me.” Liona stroked the infants’ hair gently while she spoke. The tiny girl looked up at Liona and smiled. Then the little girl stood up and put her arms around Liona’s neck and held her tightly.
“Perhaps, she is here for you.” Damiel pointed out watching how Liona‘s face changed when the baby embraced her.
“What a great gift, Damiel.” Liona whispered placing the little girl in her lap. “Celine said my child would come to me.”
“Yes, my Princess,” Damiel replied seeing the wondrous effect the infant was having on Liona.
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When Liona arrived at the castle with the little girl she realized she knew nothing about raising children. Liona brought the little girl to her apartment and sat her on one of her chairs and paced in front of her for a few minutes and then laughed at herself. She thought, I can run a house and a village, but I haven’t the faintest idea what to do with a child. The little girl smiled at her when Liona stopped and laughed. A maid walked into the room to help Liona prepare for bed. She looked from Liona to the toddler and did not know what to say.
“I need help Maura, I found this little girl and I don’t know what to do with her.” Liona said still looking at the child.
“Well we could send her to the orphanage my Lady.” Maura offered looking at Liona curiously.
“No, she is my child now. I want to know what to do with her. I have never taken care of a baby before. She is content. What does she need? I know nothing about raising children. I found her in an animal pen. I cleaned her up a bit and one of the women in the village gave me the dress she is wearing. I have no idea how old she is. She hasn’t spoken to me. Isn’t she beautiful?  I want to keep her with me every moment I can.” Liona explained going to the chair and picking her up and holding her close.
“She will need clothes and a crib for tonight at least. I will see what I can find. Do you want me to help you get ready for bed?” Maura asked still curious. Liona never mentioned wanting to have a child of her own. The princess hardly spoke of anything she wanted for herself.
“I can do it myself. Ask the cook to send something up for her. She can eat on her own. If you cannot find a crib tonight she can sleep in my bed. I don’t want her to be away from me.” Liona replied cradling the little girl.
“What will you call her, my Lady?” Maura asked watching Liona’s gentle gaze at the toddler.
Liona gazed at the little girl. She was so busy with everything she hadn’t thought the child would need a name. “What is your name little one?”
Ambyr reached her hands up to Liona and smiled at her. Liona looked into her eyes, the color of amber stones, beautiful. “Her name is Ambyr. I am going to adopt her.” Liona said quietly admiring her daughter. Her daughter, she liked the sound of the word. “She will be a Princess of Ausa, my daughter.”
“Well then we will have to make sure to take good care of her. I will see to clothes and a crib. I will go to the kitchen first. Would you like me to find Lady Fiona?” Maura asked watching Liona cuddle Ambyr.
“Yes, don’t tell her, ask her to come here. I think we are going to take a bath.” Liona said walking to the bathtub in the corner of her bedroom, “Yes a bath and then your food will be here and you can eat while some clothes are found for you, Ambyr, my daughter. Your name is Ambyr. You will have everything you deserve and more. I shall see to it.”
Fiona walked into Liona’s sitting room and looked around then she heard Liona laughing. The laugh was pure and delightful to hear. She smiled and walked into the bedroom. Liona was in her night dress holding a baby. Fiona stood watching Liona dry the little girls’ hair with a towel and then take a small blanket and wrap her up in it and cradle the baby. Fiona walked into the bedroom and cleared her throat. “Liona, who is this?”
“Fiona, look isn’t she beautiful? Her name is Ambyr. She is my daughter.” Liona said smiling.
Fiona walked over to take a closer look. Ambyr looked at Fiona and smiled. Fiona felt an overwhelming sense of love for Ambyr immediately. “Where did she come from Liona?” Fiona asked stroking Ambyr’s face.
“She came from the beach village. No one knew who she was. I could not leave her. She is so good. I could not leave her. Look at her, could you have left her?” Liona asked kissing Ambyr’s hands.
“No, no I could not leave her. What shall we do with her? We don’t know anything about taking care of a baby.” Fiona replied thinking of anything she knew about babies.
“We have plenty of women here who are Mothers who can teach us. She isn’t a tiny baby. She can eat by herself and she doesn’t wet herself. She does need help. She is a good sleeper. She doesn’t cry. She is so pretty. Maura is going to find her some clothes for right now. Tomorrow we will send for the seamstress and have her make some clothes for Ambyr. I will set a crib for her next to my bed. I want her to be with me every moment possible.” Liona said looking affectionately at Ambyr.
“Well, I suppose if we can find out about what goes on in every court known to us, we can raise a child. What do you think Arfor will say?” Fiona said looking at Ambyr who was sitting up and looking at the purple and gold bedspread.
“I don’t care what Arfor says. Ambyr is my daughter. I will write to the King tomorrow and tell him about his new granddaughter.” Liona told her sister firmly.
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The days after Ambyr’s arrival for Liona and Fiona were interesting. Clothes were given to Ambyr the next day by the women who worked in the castle. The women also gave advice on how to care for a toddler. Liona decided Maura became Ambyr’s caretaker when Liona could not be with her. The seamstress came to the castle and measured Ambyr for clothing and promised a wardrobe fit for a Queen.
 Ambyr had a wondrous effect on everyone she met including Arfor. When Arfor met Ambyr he forgot all of the ideas he had about irritating children. He felt relieved to see her and allowed her to sit in his lap and smile at him. Soon Arfor was having dinner with Liona, Fiona and Ambyr sitting next to him or on his lap.
 Ambyr sat in her chair next to Arfor. A large pillow was set underneath Ambyr so she could see her plate while she ate. Arfor watched her pick up berries and eat them. He smiled at Ambyr; he could not believe she could sit so nicely, eating neatly. He picked up his mug of tea and looked over at Liona.
“She is so good Liona. Was she this good when you found her? She didn’t cry?” Arfor asked still watching Ambyr.
“I only heard her cry when she was alone in the animal pen. Since I have been with her I have not heard her cry. She is content.” Liona replied smiling at Ambyr. ‘Everyone who meets her loves her immediately.”
“She is like a little pixie or fairy. Is that who left you? The Fairy Queen left you for fair Liona to pick up and raise as her own? It must be. You are too pretty and content to be a human child.” Arfor told Ambyr. Ambyr looked up at him, smiled and then went back to eating her berries. “How old has anyone speculated she is Liona?”
“Maura thinks she is almost three if not three years old. She does speak; if you show her something and name it she will say the word. Look Arfor she is tired. I am going to take her to Maura for her nap.” Liona told him watching Ambyr rub her eyes, “While she naps I am going down to collect messages and do some errands.”
Liona picked up Ambyr and gently wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“I shall see you at dinner. Send a servant to let me know the time.” Arfor asked watching Liona kiss Ambyr’s head.
“Yes, I think it is a good idea, Arfor. It will be early as she gets tired early.” Liona told him before she left the room. She smiled to herself, Arfor never asked to eat dinner together. He always managed to be doing something at dinner.
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Ambyr walked behind Liona. When Liona stopped in the doorway of the great hall of the castle Ayre she grabbed hold of Liona’s robe. Liona looked down at the little girl and smiled.
“Hello, Maura will be wondering where you are again little one,” Liona told her picking her up and continuing into the hall. Ambyr had followed Liona on many occasions since she came to the castle a few months ago. This led to frantic searches for Liona’s daughter. Now Maura would look for Ambyr where Liona might be and find her on her mother’s lap. 
King Collin came to visit Ayre rarely, when he heard about Ambyr, he came as soon as he could. He wanted to meet the child before he adopted her as his grandchild. Ambyr only had to smile at the King and he had her sitting on his lap. Ambyr had that affect on everyone she met. The people immediately felt relieved of their burdens and at peace. Liona felt this and more confident with her decisions. At night Liona often brought Ambyr to sleep with her for a peaceful night’s sleep.
King Collin and Prince Arfor awaited Liona at the dining table. They looked up while Liona approached with Ambyr in her arms. King Collin stood up and put his arms out toward the baby.
“Let me hold her. I will feed her from my plate.” King Collin said smiling at Ambyr.
Ambyr put her arms toward him smiling while Liona handed her over.
“You will spoil the little sprite, Father.” Arfor said smiling at Ambyr. He also was spending time with Ambyr, allowing Ambyr to have breakfast in his rooms and watching her play in the garden. She seemed to have a calming effect on him, “I must say I usually don’t like small children. This one is different. She is such a good child. Liona she must be dressed properly. When will her clothes be done?”
“The dressmaker said she would have some of her clothes up to the castle in the morning. The goldsmith has finished her circlet.” Liona replied taking her seat next to the King.
“Well then, I recognize her as a true and rightful Princess of Ausa and I will have everything ordered as such when I get home. She will be your heir Liona and Arfor. Now, she also will be in line for my throne after Hal and Jessany, before their children.” King Collin explained popping a berry in Ambyr’s mouth.
“Will the people accept her after all she is adopted?” Liona asked picking up her fork and twirling it nervously.
“They will accept her. Do not worry Liona. She is your daughter. I believe the Goddess sent her to you. Since you and Arfor have not produced an heir. After I recognize her no one will argue with me. Especially after they see how wondrous she is.” The King said firmly. “She will come to court when she is old enough and everyone will love her as I do already.”
Liona gazed at the King lovingly. She was relieved of baring an heir for the throne of Ausa. She and Arfor never consummated their marriage in the two years they were married. The pressure was off to have an heir. Arfor seemed to be in a better mood. He started spending more time with Liona, Fiona and Ambyr. He started to look healthier, which gave Liona hope he would overcome his sickness.
 The first time King Collin saw Ambyr he smiled tenderly and took her in his arms. The only time Ambyr spent any time away from the King was when she was sleeping or getting a bath.
King Collin came to realize Liona and Arfor would not produce an heir for Ausa. The finding of Ambyr, he felt, was most momentous. He felt his prayers were answered and the Goddess blessed the couple with Ambyr.
Collin watched Liona and Arfor with Ambyr. The child brought back the tenderness lacking in the couple. Therefore he honored this blessed child in any way he could.
“The child is a gift from the Goddess to you and Arfor. She will be cherished in this country in all ways.” Collin said looking down at the new Princess of Ausa.
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            Liona decided Ambyr would have a different life than her own right away. She wanted Ambyr to have more to her life than the idea of being a Queen. Liona was raised by priestesses and Queen Dawna. The only friendships she was allowed were Fiona, Arfor, Hal and Kell. No one else was allowed to play with the royal children. Liona’s life was sheltered and controlled. Liona decided Ambyr needed freedom so she could learn about many things instead of just being a ruler. While King Collin visited Ayre, Liona asked the priestesses to bless Ambyr.
The temple was built over the healing well. It was said Hope an Aspect of the Goddess came to Ayre during a time of famine and draught and struck her walking stick on a rock and out sprang water. The water of this well was used for blessings and healings.
The day of the ceremony the priestesses lit up the temple of the Goddess with many candles. The inside of the temple was painted in many shades of gold, copper and silver. Murals of the many aspects of the Goddess were painted on the walls. Beautiful metal filigree benches lined the walls.
The altar consisted of four arches facing the cardinal directions. There was no paint on the arches or the well. The priestesses painted spirals in different colors all over the stone tiled floor.
When Liona handed Ambyr over to the high priestess for the blessing, Ambyr looked solemn for a moment and then smiled widely. The Priestess took Ambyr and raised her above the center of the well and said;
“Ambyr of Ayre, you are a child of the Mother Goddess open yourself to receive her blessing!” The priestess walked over to the northern arch, sprinkled water on Ambyr from the well and said, “Ambyr of Ayre, always look to the North for wisdom and guidance.” The priestess walked to the eastern arch, “Ambyr of Ayre look to the East for understanding and compassion.” The priestess walked to the southern arch and said, “Remember Ambyr of Ayre to look at the world with wonder and curiosity.” Then she walked to the western arch the priestess sprinkled water on Ambyr and said, “Ambyr of Ayre, always listen from your heart, for this is where the truth of your beingness breathes.”
When the priestess finished the ceremony she walked over to Liona and handed Ambyr back to her. Before the priestess backed away from Ambyr she placed her hands on Ambyr’s forehead and heart and said, “The Goddess has blessed you. She has surrounded you with Her Light. Always remember you are guided, guarded, protected and connected to Her at all times, Ambyr of Ayre!”
Ambyr held the priestesses hands during the blessing and watched the priestess. When the priestess lifted her hand from Ambyr’s forehead there was a mark, a shadow of a spiral. Liona looked closely at Ambyr and then at the priestess, ‘Look, look at her forehead.”
The priestess looked. Then she looked at Liona, “She will bring peace to you, my Lady and others. Take good care of her.”
Liona looked at Ambyr and knew Ambyr already brought peace to her and much more.




Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Creation - The Book of Yzabelle



Excerpt from the Book of Yzabelle - 


 Creation

The Divine Parents watched while their universes expanded and contracted. There were many of them. The Divine Mother looked around to see all of the Universes. A sparkle caught her attention and she moved toward it. She saw a sun being born and her beingness shivered with delight at the new birth. She looked to the Divine Father, Ekstasis, moved next to her.
They watched while the galaxy gave birth to itself, adding their energy when needed. When the birthing was done, the Divine Parents watched while the planets of this Universe settled into their orbits around their sun.
 The Divine Parents watched one of the planets evolution, sending the planet their wondrous energy to help it evolve. When The Couple saw the planet was ready for its next step in evolution, The Divine Mother and the Divine Father combined their energies to create the first messengers or aspects of the Divine Parents for the new, beautiful, blue planet, Earth.

These Aspects were to live upon the Earth and give guidance to the human beings who were evolving rapidly. To help with the Ascension of these beings. . .

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Lucy Prophet - Psychic Girl!




What would you do if you won the Lottery?
What would you do if you were psychic? 
Did your Mom take you to get psychic readings for your birthdays? How about Astrology charts? 

Lucy Prophet is psychic and she won the Virginia Lottery. 
She has a dream and she has been waiting to start putting it together. 

Rad is her best friend and he trusts Lucy's 'special feeling' as it had gotten him out of trouble a couple of times. He trusts Lucy even when she says they have to pick up strangers in Tennessee and buy property they have never actually seen. 

Whats their destination? Hope Colorado - Stellar Ranch! They have a lot of work to do and a lot of people to bring together. Are you ready for the beginning of this story?

Auriel Grace
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William & Rose - Past life Memory



William & Rose - Past life Memory


I have always liked Cowboys, I love the open sky and running through the wilderness! This is a past life memory of such a time! I am grateful to share it!

The first time I saw him, he rode into our camp slowing down to ask in our language for a scout. I remember his seeing his bronze star badge and something in me stirred, perhaps recognition. I was eight or ten years old.

After that he would ride into camp and he and my father would disappear for days sometimes weeks. My mother said his name was Sheriff. He needed my father to track down other people. I remember sometimes this Sheriff would bring us sweets. I didn’t understand anything he said to us, he spoke English. Every time I saw him I would think he seemed very familiar, I could not place him.

AsI grew older I learned some of the English words from others who would come into our camp. Sometimes I would understand what he said to me.

Sheriff would come into camp to be with the men. Our chief accepted him; they would trade and he would stay to celebrate the different men’s ceremonies.

I found I became more curious about him. I would watch him when he came to camp wondering at my curiosity.  

My mother often sent me out to find feathers, stones and check her different traps she placed near the river. I would go out willingly to get away from my brothers and sisters. I always felt free when I walked on the plains by myself.I of course was always careful when I was out by myself. My father always warned me of other tribes that would take me or that not all white men were like Sheriff.

I was grown on this day I was sitting by the river filling my water bag. The plains were quiet, not even a breeze. The day was warming up. My bag was fullof different kinds of feathers and stones from near the river. I heard the horse before I turned to see who it was.

Sheriff sat on his horse signaling for me to be quiet. He pointed across the river. I glanced across the water and saw a couple of white men walking along the bank.I turned to look back at Sheriff. He signaled me to come to him. I did very carefully, very quietly. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up in front of him on the horse. When I was up on the horse we galloped toward my family’s camp. He held me close to him as we galloped. I could feel him inhaling my scent. Then I knew. I knew this man’s intentions. Were they always his intentions? This Sheriff?

When my father saw us riding into camp he smiled. Sheriff slid off the horse easily and then helped me down, perhaps holding onto my waist a few moments longer than he should. He looked directly at me then, being a brave person I looked at him. Our eyes met and I felt a connection to him. I wanted to stay in this moment to discover this new idea. He released me with a look of determination.

He turned to my father and they went to talk to the other men and my mother.

My name in English meant Wild Rose. I loved my name. I loved roses and when I came across the plants I would pick them and put them in my hair. I loved the smell and the taste of the rosehips.

Sheriff called me Rose in English. He would point at me and say Rose and then he would point at himself and say William. At first I didn’t know why he wanted me to call him another name. I couldn’t understand him. I did understand that our chief was putting him through tests so he could become one of the People. My father said I was promised to him. My mother started to teach me how to be a wife. Was I excited? I was more nervous than excited. I knew in my heart of hearts this was more than just a marriage. My young mind could not conceive what we would achieve in our lifetime.

Sheriff or William as he liked me to call him now rode out to see me often. He would bring with him cloth, sweets, beads and anything he thought I would like. He brought others of his people with him to speak with our chief and they would be in council sometimes for days. My mother said they were negotiating a better way of life for everyone.

After the council and my chief happy with the negotiations William and I were married according to my people. There was much celebrating. Our marriage was blessed by my chief.  

Was I happy? Yes and very nervous. I knew what would happen amongst the furs, the women had explained the act to me. All of them laughing and telling me stories of their first night with a lover.

We did not consummate our marriage until we were wed in a church.

When William thought it was polite to take me from my tribe, after a few days of celebrating, he brought me to town.
Town was overwhelming for me, so many people! So much noise and the smell! He brought me to his parent’s home. They had a room made for me and started to teach me about living like a white woman. I felt as though I lost my freedom.

William’s mother, Mary, taught me how to sew and cook on her stove. She taught me new English words daily. She took my clothes from living with my people and placed them in a trunk in my bedroom. She gave me clothes similar to hers. They were plain colors and had many layers to them. She taught me how to dress in the many layers of fabric.

In the first days I was overwhelmed and despairing. I could not understand what anyone was saying. The clothing was heavy and hot. I could not go for a walk by myself. I was made to stay in the house all of the time. I felt as though I was a captive and not an honored wife.

I was not allowed to be around William without someone watching over us. He was different in this realm. The only way I knew he had any kind of affection for me was when he would look into my eyes. We would sit and be entranced eyes locked. No words can explain these moments. These were moments of pure connection for us on a soul level. This is when I knew he loved me in these small moments.

We were married according to his customs after two moon cycles. By this time I knew a little English and I could cook on a wood burning stove. Mary had taught me so much that I needed to learn during my confinement with her. I started to learn about her god and her church. I did not fully resonate with the ideas of this faith but I was willing to learn as much as I could.

William had purchased a house on the outskirts of town for us to live in. He brought my few belongings to this house the night before we were married. He told me it was our home. This is where we would raise our children.

There was room for plants in the yard and a water pump outside for watering plants.The house was small and sturdy. William bought simple furniture for us. This was fine for me as I always wanted to sit on the floor anyway. The first time I saw the small house I thought, how can I live like this for my whole life? I so missed being outside wandering the plains looking for feathers and pretty stones. I missed my family, my people.

The wedding ceremony was another community celebration as I learned William was a Sheriff or lawman. This was his place within the community in which we lived.Now I was the wife of the Sheriff. The people were kind to me because of how we came together, honoring both cultures.

William had become one of my people and I had become one of his people. Mary helped me understand this concept. She was a good woman and a good mother in law to me.She loved her son so much, she accepted me without question. Looking back so many situations could have gone awry without her effort to assist me during those early days of our marriage.

We were finally able to consummate our marriage. We were able to be alone to speak to each other, to be affectionate and smile at one another. Neither William nor I were big conversationalists. Why speak when you can look into your beloved’s eyes and know exactly what each other needs or wants? This how deep our connection is.

Everyday was a celebration. We often went out to see my tribe after we were married. Everyone in my tribe made fun of my clothes and new ways of being. I did not mind as I knew every day I was accepting the ways of many other people. I was celebrating my life and life was good!

Our first child was born two years after we were married. He was a boy, we named him William. My husband, William could not hold him enough. We were proud parents!

My mother and sisters came to live with me for a time to teach me how to be a mother. The time we spent together was so wonderful. They were amazed at my home and all its trappings. My mother praised my full and beautiful garden. We spent a lot of time outside in the garden while they were visiting my home. 

After William, I bore two daughters, Mary and then Rose. Rose was Williams’s favorite. She was born early and we thought she would not make it past her first month. My mother arrived a few days after her birth and helped me with her. After Rose I felt as though my body would not bear more children. William was relieved; he worried every time I went into labor.

With each child we celebrated more and more for our lives were wonderful. Together we spoke up for the indigenous tribes in our area. We negotiated for them and their land. We worked together for the benefit of everyone during this time.

Our children were schooled at home. I taught my children of both of their heritages with the assistance of both of their grandmothers. Yes there were people on both sides of the families that felt there were faults in raising the children like this but I knew my children would appreciate it later and so they did.

There were many rocks and bricks that flew through the windows of my house. My garden at least once a year was vandalized by prejudiced people. I would be angry fora day and then forgive as I would immediately be grateful for all of the blessings in my life.

William was hurt in the course of his duties and would have to be nursed. The first time this happened I cried as I removed the bullet from his shoulder and stitched him up. After the first time I waited to cry as it distressed him so much. I did worry when he would leave and I would not hear from him for longer than a week. He taught me how to use a shotgun and I ended up being a good shot.

As we grew older we realized the government that promised so much was taking and taking away from the People. The government made the People move and live on land that was not naturally productive. This broke our hearts as we had done so much to assist the different tribes. We were invited to go live with the different tribes on their reservations, because they knew how much we still worked for their benefit no matter how harassed we were from different politicians.

We did retire to a ranch later in our life, when our children had made their own lives. William went to school and became a lawyer. Mary became a nurse and traveled everywhere she could. Rose became a school teacher and never lived far from us. She visited us often.

I am not sure now how our lives as humans ended. It was so fast. One moment we were asleep and another moment we were floating away holding hands and again celebrating. We celebrated being set free and truly seeing we were eternal beings and still we loved each other!





Sunday, April 8, 2012

Commandments from The Story of Morgan

We are the Creators & We are known by many names!


We are unconditional Supreme Beings ~ We love you!


Do not use any of Our Names in vain.


You will learn to honor your Divinity through your personal connection to US.


Remember the seventh day! Keep it Holy - rest and enjoy being YOU!


Honor your Family - 
Children honor your Parents.
Parents honor your Children.


Do not commit acts of violence.


Do not commit adultery


Be truthful in all of your business and personal relationships.


Care for your community, be a good example to yourself and others.


Love your neighbor as you love yourself.




This is an excerpt from the Story of Morgan, a work in progress.


Auriel Grace