Hearts of fire. . .
“Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice”
Visions during sweat lodge have become a frequent thing for me. Occasionally they’re intense experiences, carrying me almost entirely out of my own personal body into the realm of Mother Bear or the Ancestors. Several prayers and healings have thus found their way into the community through the medium of this humble servant amid the steam and herb-smoke.
More often though, the visions are subtle things, taking the form of rippling shapes in the crowded dark of the inipi. Yesterday’s experience was much like that.
Almost immediately after the first dipperful of water splashed across the Grandfathers, I was aware of a shape hovering above us in the darkness. What started as a flash of light unfolded into the form of an Eagle with a shining feather in its breast, directly over its heart. The light spilled downward over us all, transforming into images of those gathered in the lodge. These spirits rose, carrying candles, and left the lodge in silent, graceful procession.
As we congregate during this time so many of us hold sacred, may we become vessels of Spirit’s light. May we carry that light into the darkened places of this world. May it shine forth from all of us, illuminating the way for those who are lost. . .