Jan
02-03-2008, 12:00 AM
My name is Arkcawlay and I am 14 winters old. I have lived in my silent world for all my life. But this doesn't keep me from communicating with my family and friends of my kind of people. You see, we Spirit Talk a lot. This is done by talking with our third eye and minds to one another. I have learned many things in my life time. I can organize a hunting party, be a good provider for my family, and I'm even the Holy Man or The Gifted One for my tribal nation here where I live in the northern hemisphere. But I wish to tell you a story about a very unusual hairless woman named Manita or Small Hand by my kind that came to visit here one spring.
My Tribal members and I knew that Manita was coming here even before she knew she was to visit herself. We also knew there was something very special about Manita that her own kind would consider very odd and not an acceptable behavior among them, that being her gift of insight and ability to Spirit Talk. The lady that owns the property where my tribe's hunting grounds and the children's learning area is located upon went to a warmer hemisphere to pick Manita and her mate Tom, up and bring them here to visit. I decided to wait at the old cemetery down the road here some five miles for Manita to pass by me in the thing we call the moving box but Manita's kind calls a truck, SUV. As Manita was passing I gave her a little third eye ping to get her attention. She sort of looks around, but I am well hidden behind the trees at the back of the cemetery so she does not see me but she make comment to her mate and lady friend, that one of us are trying to contact her by way of what she calls telepathy. They go on to this lady and her mates home as I have to wait until the sun goes down before I can go there myself.
It is now late at night and my clan brother, or my friend as the hairless one's would call him, has already been telling Manita about our area by way of Spirit Talk. Manita has told the lady and everyone there about the area and is making herself appear really odd to these hairless people, because Manita has never been here before in her life time, yet she is telling these hairless people how all the outlying fields and ravines and land looks and where things she would not ordinarily know are at, and as of yet she has not set foot outside their home except to get out of the moving box and go inside to visit with everyone. I have tried to contact Manita myself but it seems she can not quite grasp what I am trying to tell her in my Spirit Talk to her. But she is a good soul and she is trying to learn and listen to me even to the point it is starting to give her an immense head ache. I continue to try to get a word in edgewise all night until finally everyone of the hairless one's decide to call it a night and go to sleep.
Manita has just laid down herself now in the front room on that odd looking thing the hairless one's call a hide a bed. Now is my chance, I know Manita is trying very hard to clear her mind and relax, so I start Spirit Talking to her in my own special way of doing this. I send a picture to her mind of my standing beside a tree out here to the corner of the home. I first show her my face and my dark eyes so that she can fully open to receiving my Talk to her. She sees my face and focuses on my eyes first, then centers on my third eye that is really my upper sinus cavity right above the bridge of my nose and between my eyebrows. Now I show her my full body and she sees that I am a white Nermanuh man of seven feet tall and a bit thin because the winter has been not so good this year for hunting. But this is not all I wish her to know. So I show her my right leg and I rub my upper leg right above my knee. I don't have the exact words even in Spirit Talk to tell Manita what it is I need her to know. All she is getting, is that there is something the matter with my leg that causes me to limp. An old injury perhaps. I just keep showing her this and telling her my leg is hurt. I decide she is not open enough to understand what it is I fully need her to know this night, so I make a pack that I will leave her a gift under this tree and she can come out the first thing she wakes in the morning and get my gift to her for trying to understand me and for Spirit Talking with me. She goes on to sleep after she gets back up and tells the man of the house and his brother that I have been Spirit Talking with her and something is the matter with my leg that I wished her to know.
End of part one, two more parts of this to come.
Yours,
Jan
My Tribal members and I knew that Manita was coming here even before she knew she was to visit herself. We also knew there was something very special about Manita that her own kind would consider very odd and not an acceptable behavior among them, that being her gift of insight and ability to Spirit Talk. The lady that owns the property where my tribe's hunting grounds and the children's learning area is located upon went to a warmer hemisphere to pick Manita and her mate Tom, up and bring them here to visit. I decided to wait at the old cemetery down the road here some five miles for Manita to pass by me in the thing we call the moving box but Manita's kind calls a truck, SUV. As Manita was passing I gave her a little third eye ping to get her attention. She sort of looks around, but I am well hidden behind the trees at the back of the cemetery so she does not see me but she make comment to her mate and lady friend, that one of us are trying to contact her by way of what she calls telepathy. They go on to this lady and her mates home as I have to wait until the sun goes down before I can go there myself.
It is now late at night and my clan brother, or my friend as the hairless one's would call him, has already been telling Manita about our area by way of Spirit Talk. Manita has told the lady and everyone there about the area and is making herself appear really odd to these hairless people, because Manita has never been here before in her life time, yet she is telling these hairless people how all the outlying fields and ravines and land looks and where things she would not ordinarily know are at, and as of yet she has not set foot outside their home except to get out of the moving box and go inside to visit with everyone. I have tried to contact Manita myself but it seems she can not quite grasp what I am trying to tell her in my Spirit Talk to her. But she is a good soul and she is trying to learn and listen to me even to the point it is starting to give her an immense head ache. I continue to try to get a word in edgewise all night until finally everyone of the hairless one's decide to call it a night and go to sleep.
Manita has just laid down herself now in the front room on that odd looking thing the hairless one's call a hide a bed. Now is my chance, I know Manita is trying very hard to clear her mind and relax, so I start Spirit Talking to her in my own special way of doing this. I send a picture to her mind of my standing beside a tree out here to the corner of the home. I first show her my face and my dark eyes so that she can fully open to receiving my Talk to her. She sees my face and focuses on my eyes first, then centers on my third eye that is really my upper sinus cavity right above the bridge of my nose and between my eyebrows. Now I show her my full body and she sees that I am a white Nermanuh man of seven feet tall and a bit thin because the winter has been not so good this year for hunting. But this is not all I wish her to know. So I show her my right leg and I rub my upper leg right above my knee. I don't have the exact words even in Spirit Talk to tell Manita what it is I need her to know. All she is getting, is that there is something the matter with my leg that causes me to limp. An old injury perhaps. I just keep showing her this and telling her my leg is hurt. I decide she is not open enough to understand what it is I fully need her to know this night, so I make a pack that I will leave her a gift under this tree and she can come out the first thing she wakes in the morning and get my gift to her for trying to understand me and for Spirit Talking with me. She goes on to sleep after she gets back up and tells the man of the house and his brother that I have been Spirit Talking with her and something is the matter with my leg that I wished her to know.
End of part one, two more parts of this to come.
Yours,
Jan