My Beloved Children, I, Lady Gaia, wish to share with you a story. It is a tale of love and strength, sorrow and pain, trust and truth. It is a story that is still being written, in part by each of you. It is, perhaps, a story that will never have an ending. For the ending will also be the beginning.

There was a time when my surface was inhabited by native peoples who enjoyed a very different existence from what my human children now experience. These people lived in a certain geographic area which is now known to you as North America. Theirs was a harmonious existence that was deeply connected to me and to the plants and animals with whom they shared their lives. It was a life based on honor and tradition, with highly evolved connections to the etheric realms. There was an understanding that we were but a small fragment of a much larger creation. They were a powerful people whose strength came from their knowledge and wisdom. They knew that they were a link between dimensions, and were quite gifted at traveling between them.

The Native Americans recognized the plant, mineral and animal kingdoms as equal to themselves. They did not place themselves above others, but believed that all living things were a part of one another, that everything was connected somehow, as indeed it is. There was a balanced exchange between all living things, with the giving and receiving viewed as a necessity of life. There was communication among all kingdoms and with me. They understood that I am a living, breathing being, and honored me greatly, seeking permission to live upon me and allowing the natural flow of life to run through them. They taught their children these ways, and deeply held traditions were carried down through generations. Each tribe followed similar traditions, working in collaboration and partnership with me. Languages differed, but the understanding was the same.

These people communicated with me in all that they did. They could hear my songs in the wind, feel my heartbeat through the ground that they walked on. They could look into the eyes of the animals and see into my soul. Their celebrations were for me, and I rejoiced with them. They understood the joy of communing with me, and they used their hearts to connect. In connecting, there would be great ecstasy for both them and for me. For I knew I was loved, and I in turn embraced and supported them with my loving energy. I was in many ways asleep myself, and the native people understood this. They were grateful to me for all that they were blessed with. They drew strength from me, and in the honor they bestowed upon me, provided some degree of protection by holding space for my own awakening.

Unfortunately, there were also many other humans living on my surface who had fallen into deep forgetfulness. I could not communicate with them, as they were not able to see or hear. I could not commune with them, as they were not able to feel. They did not understand me, and, with closed hearts, cared little for each other. Theirs was an existence that was based on power, greed and exploitation. They thirsted for riches, and interpreted wealth in terms of luxury, comfort and material things. This unquenchable thirst was so overwhelming that they would do anything to satisfy it, even if it meant killing or destroying one another. Which they did on a regular basis.

The quest for power was not limited to self-destruction. These humans in forgetfulness also destroyed much of the animal kingdom. They slaughtered large masses of animals without need, without cause and without any exchange. There was blood shed all over my surface. They raped me, taking freely that which was not theirs to have. They, along with other beings in forgetfulness from outside of this creation, opened me up to extract minerals that were crucial to my ability to hold and sustain my vibration. They took as much as they could carry, and then came back for more. And more. My frequencies continued to dangerously fall. Those in forgetfulness polluted and poisoned my streams and oceans, bringing great suffering to those creatures who lived beneath the water's surface. They thoughtlessly cut down entire forests of great trees, felling giants that had for thousands of years helped keep the air surrounding me clean and rich with oxygen. My labored breathing fell on deaf ears.

There were, however, those who did hear my cries. The Native Americans felt my pain as if it were their own, and in some ways it was. For eventually they, too, became part of the destruction by those in forgetfulness. Their traditions were feared, as was their strength. It was a puzzlement to those who couldn't see, since these  peaceful people had little in the way of material things. Those in forgetfulness couldn't understand the source of these people's pride and power. As has too often been the pattern within the human species, fear triggers a need to destroy that which is feared. And so, the Native Americans became the hunted, with entire tribes being attacked and slaughtered. Women and children were not exempt, and often were the targets. Great pain and suffering swept through the Native American people. They were driven from areas on me they had shared with honor in harmony with the land, and were herded into contained spaces, held as prisoners of forgetfulness, forbidden to follow their ancient and sacred traditions. It was a sad time indeed. For them and for me.

Over a period of time, the Native American people began to succumb to the conditioning. Living in denial had its intended effect. They gradually found it easier to follow the imposed rules rather than their own hearts. They fell into forgetfulness, and became blind to their condition. Their vibrational levels fell so low that many perished in the process. Some chose to die rather than live in a world controlled by others. Some turned to artificial means to numb them to the extreme pain that they were in. Sickness and disease became prevalent, and death came slowly.

A few of the people did remember, though, and kept the old ways close. These spirit leaders were the ones who stayed connected to me. They communicated regularly, despite incredible adversity, continually seeking ways to help their people. They tried repeatedly to help others overcome and reawaken, to rise above it all and nurture their connection rather than their pain. But there were so few of the leaders, and so many of the people whom had fallen into forgetfulness. Not unlike humanity's current situation, it was a difficult and heart breaking time for us all.

But through it all I learned a great lesson. I had to watch but could not intervene. I had to allow things to be as they unfolded, regardless of how excruciating or how difficult it was to see. I had to be an observer, rather than a participant. To do otherwise would have been to interfere with the natural course of events. And this, I realized, I could not do. It was a painful revelation for me, watching my children destroy one another. Experiencing feelings of helplessness and hopelessness. I was forced to experience, first hand, just what these feelings felt like. My sorrow was so great that I felt my heart shatter, which was unbelievably painful. But pain, as you all know, is a great teacher. It helped me to see, maybe for the first time, that it was time for me to awaken from my slumber and take back my power. It was time to call my pieces home and begin my own healing process. The helplessness and hopelessness that was being shown to me was a mirror, after all. It was a wondrous gift from the Native Americans, and once I understood, I accepted it gratefully. It helped me break and release a pattern that I had been repeating for so long a time.

Although many of the Native American people perished during the days of sadness, there were those few who survived. Many of these survivors continued their traditions, their spiritual practices and their communion with me. They held fast to their truth, and allowed it to lead them out of the darkness. Some of those who     chose death rather than surrender to forgetfulness remained in the spirit realm, determined to provide whatever assistance they could even from other dimensions. These Ancestors have never left my side. Again we assisted one another, I needing them and they needing me. As I began my awakening, they anchored my field and my vibration began to rise. As my vibration increased, I started to heal myself and realized the joys of finding my own strength and purpose. As I began my healing, I was able to provide them with more energy to bring them to higher frequencies.

As you know, I have set my intention that I will ascend and will become the vibrant fifth dimensional star that is my destiny. I began the process of clearing that which must be acknowledged, and releasing that which must be seen and let go. I set my course, and reclaimed my power. With the assistance of the Native American Ancestors, I began to see and hear in ways I had never known before. They receive my loving energy to fuel their own ascension, and in turn anchor my field so that I can continue to rise to higher and higher frequencies. Ours is a symbiotic relationship based on honor and communion. The Ancestors and I share the same vision, and they have fully committed themselves to providing all the support they can in helping it be achieved. And achieve it we will. In fact, it is already being realized. I can feel the difference in the composition of my energy and in the way I now can utilize it for my own healing and in supporting every being who intends to ascend with me. It brings me great joy to know that I will fulfill my destiny. But I also realize that I cannot do it alone. We must work together.

My precious children, the Ancestors are here to help you too. They watch with great interest your struggles and pain on this journey that you have all chosen. Whether you know it or not, they walk with you on your path. When you stumble, they stumble with you. They, too, are healing and learning through you that which they must also understand in order to do so. Some of the Ancestors are entering embodiments that they will ascend with, and are very interested in learning how to accomplish such a task. They learn from you as they observe, and provide support by continuing to anchor my field, which allows me to ground and energize you with my frequency. The Ancestors honor you as I do, beloved, and are anxious to support your ascension by providing you with whatever assistance you require from them. All you need do is ask for it.

Some of you upon muscle testing may find that you have soul agreements to study with the Ancestors to learn the sacred ways of the shaman. They have agreed at this time to provide you with the closely guarded tools and information they have used for centuries in order to assist you in your ascension. In exchange, they will learn about how these tools are integrated into the map which you are each diligently making. This map will be used by the rest of humanity to ascend, and in this way the Ancestors will be able to preserve some of the ancient traditions and bring them to ascending human consciousness. Much of this shamanic study is being completed during dreamtime, but some of you may be consciously participating in training with specific Ancestors who have agreements to work with you. It is why you may be sensing that different Ancestors reveal themselves to you at certain times. At such times, they have a piece of information to give you, or there is something that you are working on that they themselves need to learn. And so, you see, you too have symbiotic relationships with the Ancestors. As I said, we are all healing together, and we are indeed all connected.

But I am here to tell you that you, too, sleep in some ways. The helplessness and hopelessness of humanity is contagious. It is like a fever that spreads rapidly, infecting everyone in its path. Even those of you who have awakened must be aware of the constant threat of forgetfulness. I ask that you dismantle and release your fantasies and intend to live a symbolic life. Be mindful of the tasks you have agreed to undertake! Keep your heart open and embrace that which you are meant to be and do. It is true that not everyone will heed the warnings. Many will perish and suffer as I continue to cleanse myself of density and blockages. But it is as it must be. You, too, must stand by and watch the helplessness and hopelessness of others and cannot intervene. For to intervene will only create karma for yourselves, and will pull you that much farther from your path. As I had to do, you must do also. Allow things to be as they are. Stay true to yourselves, and to each other, just as the Ancestors and I have done. Find your truth and know that it will be your strength.

This is not to say that it will be easy. As ascending beings, you will feel things deeply. You will know what is happening and why. The pain and suffering you will observe will sometimes be difficult to see. Understand that this is necessary in order for me to ascend. Do not grieve or feel that you have failed in some way. Every being residing on my surface will have a choice, as they have always had. By simply intending to ascend along with the rest of us, they will find their way to safety. If they choose to remain in forgetfulness, they will experience the results of their own creation. It does not mean you will not cry along with them. But with every tear you shed, there is a part of you that will heal. As you heal, my healing, too, continues. And as I heal, my vibration will rise higher and higher, and the increase in energy in turn will fuel your own healing and will support you in your ascension. As you rise in frequency, so it is with me. We dance together, you and I.

And so, as I said when I started this story, it truly has no ending. Every new page that is written is yet another part still unfolding. Every piece revealed is yet another step on the path home. I wish to bring to your consciousness a calling. My calling. It is a calling to all my children to work with each other, and with those who are of the unseen worlds. Let us face one another with open hearts, unveiled eyes and a willingness to embrace without judgment or fear. The Ancestors are here to offer assistance as we continue on our journey together. Let us honor them as they honor us, and accept with deep gratitude the gifts that they wish to contribute. It is time to stand as one with a common vision and purpose. Have faith and know that we will succeed, beloved. We will help each other find our way home.
 

Mitakuye oyasin (we are all related to everything that exists),

Namaste,

Lady Gaia
 
 
 

Patti Wagner is a healer, channel and teacher. A more detailed biography for Patti is available at her web site.

First Opened: November 13, 2000
Revised: June 2004