Shortly after midnight,the brief lightning flashes lighted my
bedroom. The thunder rolled in the distance. Compared to the flashbacks of the Rung Sat Region in 'Nam, it was a peaceful night.
I noticed the underlying thump of
a drum, sounding nearly as steady as my heartbeat. The steady beat of the drum
slowly became louder. I had been in bed only five minutes, so I knew this wasn’t
a dream. To make sure, I raised my right hand and looked at it. I turned it left, then right, and let it fall to my side. I
felt the bed move slightly when my arm landed beside me.
As the steady beat grew louder, I felt it matching my heartbeat,
synchronizing itself with my inner being. I could feel the heat of the vision
slowly invading my senses. I let the time of my youth fill my thoughts. A time when Billy Parks took it upon himself to continue the legacy of the Lakota
Sun by instilling in me the importance of keeping one’s honesty, integrity and determination, and the Spiritual means
to do so.
I let myself settle in bed, finding the most comfortable position,
and let the image of the Sign of the Power of One move around me and then away from me, cleansing the bedroom of negative
energy. I wanted no wayward Spirits interfering with this vision.
In this vision, I walked the path from the tipi to the mako hloke, the cave, of the Spirit of One. I could see the boulders and sand, and I could feel the air around me growing warmer. The Spirit of Hawk flew overhead. Bear stepped out in front
“You have found us again, Misunkala.” Little
Brother. “The Way is Truth. You
must not let your Spirit wander from the Way.”
“Thank you, Ciye.” Big Brother. “I always seek Truth. It is not always easy.”
Bear nodded. “It
will be difficult, Misunkala. Do not
see with your eyes, but with your heart.”
Ciye.” Thank you, Big Brother.
As I walked further, I saw Wolf standing in my path.
“Remember tiwahe. Remember family. Your path will cross
another who is family. Do not turn, but share your heart.”
“I love my family, Wolf Spirit.”
Wolf smiled. “Remember
your words, and do not let them float on the wind. Hold your words sacred in
your mouth and in your heart. Remember tiwahe.”
“Thank you, Sumanitu