June 25, 2021
The Seven Nations
Through our heritage of a deep relationship with the Prana Nation, myriad myths and stories are available for us. Available that we might remember the soul of this Nation. Available that we might re-member our soul connection with this Nation. I offer two stories from my first book.
The Fir Tree’s Song
The woodcarver was the first to hear it. Just as the evening church bells rang, a song, hauntingly beautiful, drifted through the small alpine village. He thought it must be his imagination. But the next night there it was again, and other villagers heard it as well. After several nights they gathered with torches to find the source of the singing. The music led them through the forest to a magnificent ancient fir tree. The people stood in reverent amazement for several hours before returning to their homes for the night.
The woodcarver tried to sleep but his mind was filled with the sound and sight of that tree. By the next morning, the woodcarver was determined to cut the tree down to carve what he knew would be his greatest masterpiece. He gathered his tools and set out for the forest.
He stood before the fir tree with deep admiration. Closing his eyes he touched the bark and imagined the masterpiece he would create. When he raised his axe for the first cut, a flock of birds flew down from the branches chirping and flapping around him with great agitation. The woodcarver dropped his axe and waved them away back up into the tree. But when he again raised his axe, more birds descended upon him with even greater agitation. So he picked up his tools and headed back to the village, resolving to try again the following day.
That night, in the midst of a fitful sleep, the woodcutter had a dream. He was standing in the forest near the fir tree when a beautiful woman came toward him singing the fir tree’s song. She held something in her hands, and as she came closer she offered it to him. When the woodcutter saw what she was holding his eyes filled with tears. As he looked up to thank her, she disappeared into the fir tree.
The next morning the woodcutter woke up singing. He rushed into the forest and then straight to his workshop where he stayed for several days without eating or sleeping. The villagers soon became concerned but dared not interrupt his work. At last a small girl who could no longer contain her curiosity crept up to his workshop and peeked in the window. The woodcutter looked up and smiled, motioning for her to come in. When the girl walked through the door, her eyes danced with excitement. For there on the workbench were the most exquisite flutes carved from the fir tree’s fallen branches, each one the shape of a beautiful bird. As she picked one up and put it to her lips, the bird flute sang the hauntingly beautiful song of the fir tree. The woodcutter smiled to himself, for he had indeed created his greatest masterpiece.
Long ago, Creator was walking around on the Earth admiring this place he had made. But as he walked, he became lonely and decided to make a human being to keep him company.
He soon came to an uprooted hemlock, which had raised a great pile of earth with its upturned roots. Now, the roots of the hemlock are very numerous and slender and are covered with tufted rootlets for, as the tree grows on thin, pale, sandy soil, it needs many feeders to provide the necessary sustenance. Creator made a human being from the earth piled up among the roots of this tree. There were so many small fibers in this earth that the human being was hairy, and the soil was so poor and light-colored that he had a pale, sickly complexion. Creator breathed on him and he stood up and walked. But when Creator looked at him, he was not pleased with his creation and resolved to try again.
Creator then came to a walnut tree lying uprooted, which had pulled up with its roots a mound of black earth. From this earth he made another human being. Creator breathed on him and he stood up and walked. As he looked at him he saw that, being black, he had too much color. So Creator was not satisfied with this piece of work either.
Going on farther, he came at last to an uprooted sugar maple. There the earth had a fine deep color. So, out of this Creator made the third human being whose body was smooth and firm and of a full rich tint. Creator breathed on him and he stood up and walked. Creator thought, “He looks just like me. He will do.” This last human being was an Indian; thus the Indian was the native human being.
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Note: Mukanda Dawe is an ascended master and one of my spiritual teachers. These are his teachings. The Shakti Tao book that holds these teachings and insights to a practice of connecting with the Nations is available online.