“Be a White Buffalo Heart”

 

When the world is difficult and you are in pain…maybe others are aiming at you with their weapons of jealousy, hatred, vengeance and greed…do not be afraid.

 

Stand strong on four powers like the white buffalo heart. By this is meant you are strong in your good intentions, in your loving heart, in your ability to learn from experience, and in the knowledge and understanding of yourself and others.

 

Arrows may come your way, they may pierce your skin but they will never pierce your strength, your hope, your truth.

 

You are who you are, nothing will ever lessen that. Stand strong and face the winds, look for the white in others, and live.

 

O Great and Holy Spirit, hear my voice, I am a white buffalo heart! I pray for my brothers and sisters of white, I hold them in the power of the buffalo maiden – May She carry them on the winds of your Spirit… Hechetu Aloh! And so it is!

 

“White Buffalo Calf Woman”, Original artwork above by Rogue Guirey Simpson, 1992

 

 

“Where Beauty Is, There Am I”

 

In the petal, in the leaf, and in the early dew of morn.

In silent rays of light that fall o’er field of golden corn.

How beautiful the newborn child that, from its Mother’s breast,

Takes first the sustenance of earth and breathes the Father’s breath.

Where beauty lives, and beauty is, there Am I, it is My face.

Tis I that warms your spirit so, with that Amazing Grace.

Look for me in fields of corn and in the glistening dew.

And when the thorns are all you find, know, I am there for you.

For beauty comes in many ways. At times it’s not so bright.

How can the rose know her strength without thorns to aide her flight?

Where beauty shines, and beauty is, tho in darkness it may dwell,

There Am I, it is My Love. It is the healing well,

That speaks to you throughout the night, so that, when day doth break,

The guiding whispers that you heard, shall call on you to wake.

Awaken now! And see your light, the beauty that you are,

And know that, in the darkest thorn there is a shining star.

Where beauty is, there Am I.

Look within, for you are beautiful.

 

 

… Eliza White Buffalo with Nicholas Black Elk

 

 

“The Dance”

From the beginning, the rhythm was felt. The forest emporium was filled with dancers. There they all were, dressed in their full greenness – breathtakingly beautiful trees, whispering excitedly to each other, and swaying slightly in anticipation of the storm. I quietly made my way through grand halls of awesome heights. As I walked, the tribes of standing ones lowered their boughs to me. “Welcome, two-legged one” they breathed out, aided by the gathering winds. I came to a tiny glade, where many dancers lined the space within. “Be still!” they called to me. “Hush!” the winds whispered around me. I held my breath, and looked to the ceiling. The sky was filled with orchestral beings, all seated and ready to begin. I held close to a slender spruce, and she rocked me reassuringly. She breathed with me, deep and long, until I felt my roots entwining with hers, giving me a strong grasp on the Mother’s breast. I was ready – the excitement rose within me and I breathed it out into the space before me, my senses tingling with each exhale. The orchestra gave short bursts of sound from above, promising a musical marathon of experience.

The baton was raised, and with harmonious precision, the wind played her first notes; hushed at the onset, then gradually building to a crescendo of woodwind instruments. The dancers made a tremelo of excitement when the wind blew a shrill whistle through their hands. I continued to breathe, long and deep, with the spruce, and we held tight to each other as the music grew, and blew about our bodies. Down below, on the forest floor, I noticed the background noise, just as it flapped, shuffled and scurried into nests and holes, leaving the space free for the dancing to begin. Safely hidden in the dense thickets around the walls of the dance floor, they lay in silence, waiting for the show to start, and confident that they had the best seats in the forest from which to watch it.

As the dancers began to wave their arms high above their heads, the tiny glade in front of me beckoned, offering space for me to wave my own limbs in time with the music. I let go off the safety of the spruce, and as I moved away from her, she showered me with needles. “Bravo!” she called to me with joy. The wind was picking up. The dancers loved it. I looked up at their arms moving with sheer exhilaration, and I sensed that I was not the only being there whose heart had begun to sing.

The woodwinds were playing louder now, and their winsome notes swirled about me, enticing hair and robes into the dance with me, and catching hold of my breath, they swept it around the floor. Filled with joy, I spun and spun, lifting my face towards the ceiling where large droplets of rain began to play. They shook their rattles faster and faster, flooding the music with their sound. And as each rattle spent, the droplets hit the floor, and leapt and pranced with showy skill. I kicked off my moccasins, and taking their lead, followed the raindrops, rattling down with my body, and skipping from step to step. With growing confidence, I skipped around and around the dance floor, reaching my hands out to the trees. The joy grew within me. It grew and grew, increasing my confidence. With each step and skip, my breath laughed and raced around the space, and my feet intuitively found the next mound of springy moss from which to propel my body forwards like a spritely deer.

Then, when my joyful heart could no longer contain it, a song burst forth, up through my throat and out into the space, where it was caught my the music, and carried throughout the entire emporium for all to hear and know. Very soon, every being there was singing that song. My spirit soared in holy communion with all that was.

The woodwinds and rattles played on, bells and whistles chimed and shrilled. Suddenly, as if from a distance, drums began to roll. The rhythm quickened as the drums thundered above. The dancers danced, and the rain rattled, faster and faster, and I skipped and swirled and shook and sang, until my heart beat loud and fast, keeping up with the rhythm and joining the drummers. The song sang itself on and on, springing out from deep within my soul, and all about me it was repeated.

In the darkness of the thickets, the audience was still. The music magnified the silence between its notes. Then, for a few moments, a hush swept over the space. I held my breath. I could hear the audience call to me with bated voices– “hurry, hurry!” Then, clash! Symbols sounded, and my heart seemed to burst wide open as a blinding white light spread out from the symbols, filling the entire emporium and showing beauty beyond this world. Rainbow colours twinkled everywhere and each dancing tree was highlighted in crystal light. My song sparkled in a stream of heavenly azure, and seemed to be echoed by a choir of angelic voices. I could no longer hear the orchestra, nor could I hear the audience calling to me. All I could hear, was my song, filling my senses with its presence. For a few moments of eternity, I was submerged in a spiral of music, my body seeming weightless as the notes carried me around and around. And then, my heart stilled as the song began to quieten. When the song was done, I dropped to the floor. I lay there for what seemed to be a very short time, although when I opened my eyes, night had come, and the orchestra had ceased playing. The storm was over, and I was left there on the forest floor to ponder the wonder of my existence.

 

Eliza White Buffalo and Black Elks’ books can be found in the Inspirational Storytellers Book Store

 

 

“Black Elk Touched the Earth”

I would really like to share this with you guys because this was an incredibly empowering morning in my life. This particularly morning, about two years ago, I was as high as the stars, in that I was close to Creator, but I had my feet firmly planted on the earth. Now, how did that happen? How did this woman, who for what seemed like forever, flew off the planet at the slightest whiff of Creator’s Breath, actually manage to reach such heights whilst remaining grounded? The answer is in prayer; how I prayed that morning. When I prayed I normally prayed to Creator – Source. Sometimes I prayed ‘Dear God – sometimes ‘Oh Great Spirit’. To me I was praying to Creator. And that had always been good for me because my faith was strong and it had grown with each prayer I prayed. I was blessed with hope, with love, with abundance. My life was good and my prayers had been good; yet throughout it all Black Elk continued to say to me “Eliza, pray! Prayer is always the way”.

“But had I not been praying? What was missing?” I asked. And you know, Black Elk never gave me a direct answer to that question because that is what he did – why would he have given me the answers if I didn’t understand them. I could do what he guided me to do, pray the way he told me to pray; but if I didn’t understand – if I didn’t reach the answer through my own learning, then what was gained? – nothing, because awareness is the key. I could spout off the ‘Our Father’ from my Christian upbringing, and I did do for years upon years – but did I really understand what I was saying? Did I really understand when the priest would say ‘we ask this through Christ our Lord”. No, I don’t think I ever really understood those words then. But those very words, that I heard thousands of times in my earlier life, were now the basis of my depth of understanding that morning. I had known for some time that when Black Elk prayed he touched the Earth. The Earth is his Sacred Mother. He often did that when he prayed with me and for me – in the days when I would meet him at ‘The Green’ in the spirit world. He was teaching me through his actions. On Earth the priest was teaching me ‘we ask this through Christ’ and in the spirit world Black Elk was teaching me to touch Mother Earth.

Now, I believe that all things are made through co-creation with Creator. Creator is the first and only One, and all things are of that One – the planets, the stars, the waters, the green, the animals and birds, and the people. We are children of Creator, created by Him/Her – we are creation – we are Christ. I believe that Jesus was teaching us that all things are Christ. I believe that the word Christ means anointed by the Holy Spirit, of the Holy Spirit – therefore since all creation is of the Holy Spirit, then all creation is Christ. So, I can conclude from this that trees are also Christ. And now, I will get to the point of my story –

That day I went for my early morning walk as usual. I normally walked into the forest and greeted my friends, the trees; and then I came home and I prayed. That particular day Black Elk said “Eliza, when you go to the trees this morning why don’t you pray there?”

The sun was shining and I felt happy. I often woke up feeling happy but that morning it was a different kind of happy – deeper, more peaceful rather than yippee I’m happy. I had had a wonderful weekend. So I was feeling happy, and I said ‘ok, let’s pray among the trees’.

There was a feeling of anticipation around me as I walked up the hill to the forest. My spirit guides were happy too, excited and all tingly as they hurried me up the hill. I stepped in among the trees and walked a little until I was surrounded by them. Touching one I leaned against it to get my breath back (the hill was steep). After a while I looked up into the branches of the trees and I said aloud –

“Spirit of the Forest. I came here today to pray. It was my intention to pray here to my God. Now that I am here I see my friends, the trees. These are Your children and each one of them has their own spirit, their own voice. I came here today to pray to my Father, Great Spirit. I ask if I may stand here in a great circle with You and Your holy children and share in a ceremony of prayer through You.”

The Forest replied that I was permitted to pray through Her/Him and so I began. I looked around me and I could see with my spirit eye that all the trees were happy to stand with me. I felt happier still. And so I began to pray. I reached my right hand up to the sky and I prayed aloud –

“O Grandfather/Grandmother Spirit, You who are the first and the only One, I come to this place today to pray. I stand here with my friends, the trees. We are Your children. I am Eliza, hear my voice and the voices of these Your children as we pray to You through Your Holy Forest. Each one of these beings I am grateful for. For years I have come here to this place and each one of these holy children has welcomed me each time. Over the years they gave to me of their strength, their humility, their wisdom and their generosity of spirit. I am honoured to stand in their midst and send my voice through their One spirit. We ask for health and for help for all our relations as we walk the good red road closer to You. We ask for tenacity and strength for all our relations as we face the difficult path. I only ask Father that you bring me closer to You with each breath I take.”

Then I touched the Earth and I prayed –

“Mother Earth, my Mother, thank You for Your love, for Your abundance, for the life that is mine. All things come from You, and all things shall go back to You. Thank You for my friends, the trees. Thank You for my family and my life which is good.”

Then I stood up again, and holding my right hand up to the North, I felt the power there – the power of the great cleansing spirit and the wisdom of Creator, and I said:

“O Great and Holy Spirit, my Father, I ask that You bring me closer to You, for it is only with Your powers that I walk the Red Road to the day of quiet when I shall be One with You.”

I held my right hand up to the East and I felt the power there – the power of understanding, of light and renewal, and I asked to be blessed with that power. Then I turned to the South. I felt the power there – the power of life and of growth. I acknowledged my ancestors who have gone before me and who returned to their Mother Earth. I asked for the power of life to come to me and fill me with gratitude for my ancestors who taught me so much and for the trees who loved me all of my life. Then I turned to the West and I felt the power there. It was the power of my body, of the earthly path. I asked for the power of the West to help me destroy my darkness and bring it into rebirth into Light. I then touched the Earth once again acknowledging that I send my thoughts through Her. I reached my right hand to Grandfather Spirit acknowledging that He is the One True Source and that all these powers are of Him.

Then with my hand on my heart I walked out of the forest, taking with me the beauty and the wisdom of how I had prayed. On the way down the hill to my home, I understood that for the very first time I had realized the true meaning of the priest’s words – ‘We ask this through Christ our Lord’; and I understood Black Elk’s actions when I was a child and he touched the Earth to pray. As I walked, for a brief moment I remembered how I felt all those years when Black Elk would say to me “Eliza, pray! Prayer is always the way”. In that brief moment it was as if no time had passed at all, yet all was transformed.

 

Eliza White Buffalo and Black Elks’ books can be found in the Inspirational Storytellers Book Store