This one comes from Jenean, Gypsy Woman, whose synchronicities we’ve posted here before. It’s an example of how the people we meet first in dreams sometimes enter our physical lives as well. We’re convinced that Gypsy Woman lives in two worlds!
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In 1995, Jenean had a vivid, intense lucid dream in which she found herself in a completely pure white room. The white was “so bright as to be unimaginable, a pure unadulterated radiant white. In this room were several older women who were seated and although no words were spoken, I knew they were there to help me somehow. I can still see the cluster of them today, sitting with their long black hair the only real color in the room.”
The women told Jenean there was someone she needed to meet and they were sending him to her. “And through an opening in the room walked a very tall muscular man in Native American regalia.” He wore a large plumed headband and was dressed in solid white. He didn’t say anything as he walked toward her and Jenean remembers observing herself from behind. Then she woke up.
“The dream was one of those that leaves you overwhelmed with its intensity and feeling as if it were an actual experience rather than just a dream.” She told a friend about it and they laughed about the tall, dark Indian warrior coming to her in her dreams.
Two days later, Jenean went to the Twin Eagles pow-wow in Shreveport, the first she’d ever attended. She and a friend attended for the opening day and took Jenean’s twin granddaughters with them. The pow-wow was held at the Shreveport fair grounds, inside a huge arena. Even though the crowd was enormous, they managed to get seats in a front row.
The grand parade began with the marching out of different tribal representatives in full regalia, drummers chanted, the air was electrified. “I heard nothing but the drums and the chants and the rhythm of it all, and a feeling of coming home swept over me, a feeling of pure love, and of absolute and total grief. I began to sob as if there had been a death.” Jenean was aware that others in the crowd were turning to look at her, some of them smiling knowingly.
When she finally controlled her sobbing, she knew something inexplicable had happened to her. “And then a single dancer – a Kiowa – was announced – and out onto the dirt floor walked the native man who had come to me in my dream, the man in the white regalia with the beautiful headpiece. He danced toward me, looking at me as his feet struck the sand with each beat. I was transfixed in that moment and could do nothing but absorb the totality of those moments in time.”
After the pow wow was over, they tried to find the dream warrior, but he was nowhere around. Jenean was mystified and several days later, contacted someone she knew of – but had never met – who was associated with the Shreveport Twin Eagles group. They met for lunch the next day and she told him what had happened.
“He listened to me, his eyes never leaving my face, his long silver hair flowing over his shoulders. He told me that the man in my dreams was Dennis Zotigh, a Kiowa from Oklahoma and that he, himself, had personally chosen Dennis to dance at this pow wow.Dennis was apparently a “messenger” and Jenean had been chosen to receive the message this time. There was something for her to learn, a journey to be taken. He asked Jenean to join the Twin Eagles group and she was a member for several years.
and so it seems, too, that you're right about the vonnegut grand karass here –
i just had to remind myself of the whole sheridan story and came across this interesting little tidbit, which, of course, reminds us of the dual lives of other such characters – and that is, that he lived with a mistress during part of his tour of duty, an Indian woman named Sidnayoh (called Frances by her white friends), daughter of the chief of the Klickitat Tribe.
Frances lived with Sheridan for several years while he was working with reservation Indians in the Northwest (including the Rogue River Indians) and serving as company quatermaster at Fort Yamhill.
Sheridan neglected to mention this relationship in his memoirs. hmmmmm…..
Facinating story..My daughter and I both had a very strong reaction to a pow wow we went to years ago at a college having International day. We saw many presentations , but when we suddenly heard the drums and music we quickly went to that area..somehow we found ourself at the front of the crowd listening and we became totally transfixed by the music and the dancing
after it was over the dancer a elder man the turned to us and stared at us both for a long time nodded and then left..we both felt something happened there, but could not really put it to words what.. we both described it as trance like the effect of that event..
I'm starting to wonder if we have a Vonnegut Grand Karass here, Native American style.
so true, so true, the karma!!! am so glad to be reminded of karmic connection here!
That was a great story. Sometimes I think my husband was a native american in a past life.
That's right. Gen. Sheridan vowed to wipe out Native Americans. Back in those days–the mid 19th century–the Anglo immigrants (or new Americans) were a BIG problem for the Indians defending their homeland. Now, in a twist of fate, the Indians are the immigrants, coming from the south, and the Americans the defenders of the homeland. That's karma, folks.
Proofing that Philip Henry Sheridan was wrong and that they are still alive.
I too have had such mystical native american dreams. They felt more real than life. I knew they were a message, and that I needed to pay close attention to what was authentic in my life. I needed to follow my own way and not continue as I had been in unhappy partnership.
This piece is like a repetition of my dream without the white room.
This story reminds me of a series of peculiar incidents that took place on a wilderness hike that also had a Native American connection. I'll post it tomorrow. Jenean's story triggered the memory.
Rob
This story leaves me breathless.
nancy – i know what you mean – i cannot tell you how many boxes – boxes – of books on native american culture i have lugged around for years – 100's – and my children now with theirs – just yesterday my son called to say he had watched [again] aidan quinn in bury my heart at wounded knee and wanted to make sure i had a copy – and then boxes on egyptian culure too –
Fascinating. I am drawn to the Native American cultures. I don't know why, but I feel an affinity there. In the past I have gone on "binges" of learning everything I could about them. Maybe a past life?
It's such an astonishing synchronicity! Thanks for letting us use it, Jenean.
oh, my goodness – just reading this and i am covered in goosebumps re-living it still again – thank you for the beautiful telling of my story – the image is perfect! namaste' – j
and presumably the radiant white in the dream was the white of the tent?
A very interesting story.
Blessings, Star