One of the places where I often find myself whilst travelling through the worlds, particularly if I have no specific destination in mind or task to achieve, is a grove of trees which conceal a deep pool fed by a large waterfall. It is the place where Salmon introduced himself, and which seems to call me back when there is no particular agenda to be followed.
Last night, I found myself once again entering the familiar gate, passing through the trees to sit by the sun dappled pool. Salmon swam lazily past, but, instead of interacting, headed off to the far end of the pool and disappeared under a rock.
Mystified, I sat, feet in the water, enjoying the sun. Which felt much hotter than usual… almost like the sun was closer than it should be. I looked up, horrified to find an enormous, flaming Eagle swooping into the grove. No wonder Salmon had kept his distance.
Folding his wings, Eagle landed gently beside me; as I realised that I no longer sat on the edge of the pool, but was precariously perched atop the waterfall. Eagle turned, looked me straight in the eye, and morphed into a man; not one that I recognised, but clearly an elder of the Zuni nation. My jaw probably hit the pool, some fifty feet below… this I had never imagined possible.
He laughed, a deep hearty laugh, no doubt at my dumbfounded expression, then began to speak. His words struck deep, referring directly to a recent healing which had been initiated several weeks ago and had yet to reach its conclusion. So detailed was his knowledge of that healing, including the interim events which had been fed back by the client, that I was left rather disturbed. (Was this simply an “inner dialogue”, or did this stranger, as I believed in that moment, exist elsewhere, and have some vested interest in watching over my feeble workings?)
The latter, it turned out: his tone changed and he began a rather serious instruction on how to complete the healing; outlining dangers, forms of protection required, and the method of severing the spirit chords which would be necessary before closing the circle – none of which I had prior knowledge of.
“Will you remember when the time comes?”
I nodded, dumb.
“Good. Crow will not be able to help. Dismiss him when he shows the direction. He still thinks he can touch the Sun: you must rely on Eagle only. If all else fails, simply leap… ”
At that, he stood, and leapt…
… swooped low around the pool, circled the grove and flew into the sun from whence he had come.