The sudden appearance of orbs in my photographs only appeared sudden at the time because I was oblivious to all the prior preparation. I had overlooked all the other times in the past when I had been a fish swimming merrily along, had been hooked, but managed to wiggle off the hook. No, it would be more accurate to say I actually was hooked, but the fisherman at the other end of the line knew how to play his fish. I was always given enough slack to to think I wasn't hooked, and then gently reeled in until I was given a pretty good yank. When I kept fighting, out would come the slack. Thinking I was free again I couldn't see I was actually following a boat that was trolling ever so slowly and determining the path. All I did was make the choice to stay in the wake of the boat where I found the swimming was easier.
What I also couldn't see, is that coming down that fishing line and through that hook was a ton of information. This was information I really had no logical reason to have known but it was always very accurate. For most of my life this kind of information was practical, not the least bit spiritual. Sometimes it was about future events, but given in risk assessment terms. Then an event would happen that exactly matched the risk assessment and everyone of us, including me, would start to wonder---about me. Was I really that prescient, that lucky, or was it something else entirely?
The year before the orbs started appearing, I was given a task through the fishing line. I was to attend daily Mass for an entire year. This didn't seem strange to me because it mirrored a previous request. When I was twelve I was given a similar message and time frame. My family had just moved to the ranch from Detroit, and our foreman told me if I really wanted to become a true horseman I should ride bareback for an entire year. Being the awestruck obedient kid I was I didn't question this at all. I accomplished the task and in the process I discovered that a rider kept their balance by becoming 'one with the horse', establishing a live connection. Interestingly enough, that connection got so strong, I could ride a horse with only a halter. I didn't need the 'hook' of a bit. Even after this formative year, I rarely rode with a saddle, or if I did, it was a saddle pad. I never used a bridle with a bit. At most it would be a modified hackamore. Even back then my actions mirrored the way I myself was being reeled in. I would even say stuff like "I mostly let them have their head until I have to remind them we are going to go where we need to go." Ha ha ha ha.
The advent of the orbs also ushered in the advent of a number of very powerful relationships. These relationships would be instrumental in opening doors into my own consciousness and the Native world. Dianna introduced me to the Monroe Institute and the world of shamanic consciousness. Dianna was also the person who introduced me to the orb phenomenon. Raylene was the first to begin explaining the Native world view and help me understand that world view was all encompassing. A person who practiced Native spirituality lived it 24/7. It wasn't an hour a week phenomenon, or as in my case, an hour a day phenomenon. Natives didn't compartmentalize spirituality such that special times for communication were set aside. In the Native world view this communication could happen anywhere at any time and you had to be alert for it. Native ceremonies were times when Natives created a sacred space in which the Spirit world could interact in this world. For instance a sweat lodge was it's own separate reality in which both ancestors/Holy Ones and humans could interact in each other's reality.
Once I began to kind of understand some of this, along comes Deb who singled out Dianna and I for another level of teaching, and another part of the path. It took Dianna and I quite awhile to figure out Deb actually saw orbs where as we could only photograph them. Part of Deb's interaction with us was to introduce us to some of her Elder teachers. These truly spiritual and gifted men thought it was hysterical that whites had to use technology to 'see' what they saw with their own eyes. They also took it as a sign that confirmed them in their own dreams. It was time to teach all races and nations their particular keys to the kingdom.......
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