I don’t know where to start in telling the story of my many learnings, from my 4 days at Sacred Stone Camp.
There is so much!
Where to start?
Well, I’ll start with the honor it was to be invited in to witness this vision of progress, of an Echo Village, with a Spiritual Youth School to ensure that the Lakota Sioux native original language is not lost. The last generation is among the Elders, and if we do not hold this language it will be lost, like numerous others we have lost across the globe. I witnessed in it’s last days, at least this time around, A very special place!
I was in honor of hearing the voice of women who stood tall in their community responsibility to always bring and invite the energy from the heart. Compassion! ALWAYS. And, also in that Compassion Energy, I saw the powerful energy of the Warrior!
I heard the voice of the Sacred, Divine, Feminine Principle! Loud and clear, a voice that is silenced and suppressing on the Bizzarro World, otherwise known as the Crazy, Stupid, Synthetic, Upside-down World.
I heard it around raging fires of a stacks of large skids, and around sacred fires with people gathered in circles.
I heard it in the young women who were fully engaged in the contribution and protection of the community.
I also heard the voice of powerful men who called out for the voice of the women, in a long standing tradition of men being smart enough to know that the voice of the women, who walks whole in her heart, must be heard.
Men understand their responsibility in service to the community, to protect that speaking and hearing space for the powerful balancing and harmonizing energy of the female to inform the Morphic Field, the Collective Unconscious.
This is the Sacred Stone community that I discovered.
I was expecting there to be a beautiful articulation in the community of some agreed upon values.
I offer this gift, the posted values in camp – pictured above, as it was posted in the School House.
I’ll finish for today, with this most profound and beautiful statement that I heard from an Elder Woman, Grandmother Rima (please forgive any misspelling) who said. “they tried the bury us, but they did not know we are seeds”.
The lessons from Standing Rock are many, and they will bring us all home.