Living the Dream

This morning, I was giving the gardens their morning visit.  In the wishing well, where the gourds have stems two inches thick, I noticed a little blue spot.  I remember seeing a touch of tiny blue a few days ago but had not uncovered it… this morning, I picked it up.  It is a stone foreign to this land.  I have no idea where it came from other than from the little people… There are many stories of the Little People, that come from many different tribes.  I must tell you a little of them, and carefully so, for this is not the time to talk too much about them.  In this way, I honor them in my life.  I have received unexplainable gifts from time to time, and know where they come from.

They are good spirits but must be treated with great respect.  I will give them an offering of cornbread, as I have been taught to do.  It is said that they gather gifts for us, during the night, in some places, when the whippoorwill signals their time to come.

There is a story, I will share:

Makiaweesug

Long ago, before White people came, there were giants and little people as well. These “little people” were called Makiaweesug by the Mohegan, and those who were especially perceptive could see them sometimes in the woods. They were generally friendly to the Indian people, especially if they were left alone. The Little People were quite shy, and if you stared at them, they would point their finger at you and then you could no longer see them, and they could cause mischief and you wouldn’t know whether they were doing it or whether it was just an accident.

If the Makiaweesug came to your house asking for food, you should always give them what they wanted. Otherwise, they might point at you so you couldn’t see them and then take whatever food they wanted. And even if the Little People did not come to your house, it was a good idea to leave some food for them so they would not have to come up to the house. Small baskets were made for this purpose, and the Mohegan left these baskets with food at the edge of the woods so the Little People could take it and not bother the people.

Although the Little People were shy, they occasionally needed the help of Indian people. On one dark and stormy night, a Mohegan man and his wife were at home by their fire. They heard a rap on the side of their wigwam, and the woman went to see who it was. The wind blew in as she opened the door to see who was there. A Little Person was there-a man-but she thought it was a boy. He said that he needed her help because his wife was sick. She packed up a few things and told her husband that she was going out to help the man. With the Little Man leading her, she walked on and on through the storm, and the woman didn’t know where she was being taken. At last she saw a light in front of her, and there was a house. Saying nothing, the Little Man led her inside and showed her his wife: a Little Woman lying ill on a bed of skins. The Mohegan woman was surprised, because it was at that point that she realized that she was with the Little People. But keeping her surprise to herself and not asking any questions, she doctored the Little Woman and stayed with them until the Little Woman was well again.

Because the Little Woman was better, it soon was time for the Mohegan woman to go back to her own wigwam. The Little People gave her presents, thanking her for the kindness she had shown in leaving her own home to take care of the sick Little Woman. The Mohegan woman packed up her belongings and medicines and then the Little Man put a skin blindfold over her eyes and led her away from their house and back to her own. When they arrived, she took the blindfold off, but the Little Man was already gone and she could not tell which direction they had come.

She told her husband about her adventure and they wanted to find the Little People and looked and looked for them but couldn’t find them. Some think that the Little People died out when the Whites came, but the Mohegan feel that they just live far back in the woods and show themselves only to those who still believe in them.

You may have been visited and gifted, and not even know where these gifts came from.  As for me, I DO know and now I must honor their visit and know the meaning of the gift of Chrysocolla they brought to me.

Chrysocolla reminds us to learn to balance the earth and sky within us.  Its gifts are harmony, the easing of anxiety within, and releases negativity. This stone also, and this is very significant, aids arthritis.  Keeping this stone in my medicine bag will thwart negativity coming at me from other persons.

I have had need of the gift of Chrysocolla, just now, and all the gifts it brings to me.  It is now in my medicine bag I wear next to my heart.  It is primarily related to the throat chakra…the need to speak one’s truths gently.  This gift is VERY pertinent in all things, to me…. in honoring this gift, and those that brought it to a place that has never seen such stone other than one, Lucy, sent me from Northern Saskatchewan, and has been in my medicine bag since it arrived.  Whenever we see or receive something uncommon, we know we have not had any other way to receive…how do we know it but a spiritual gift?

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