The Art of Dreaming - Werwer Keohane
The Art of Dreaming - Werwer Keohane
...shared here by its artist's and spirits' permissions...
with gratitude, honor and love for the all-beings
(white rabbit dancing joyfully with sixCrow again)
with gratitude, honor and love for the all-beings
(white rabbit dancing joyfully with sixCrow again)
Artist's Site and Statements: Oneierica Art Ranch
The Translator:
I've seen the sixCrow / everRaven spirit everywhere. He is one of my bestFriends. He knows the strangeNews and won't ever tell it to those who can't hear...but he will drench them in his presence, hoping for a window in...his power of rescue is strangeBlackLightning...he is a male to me, but I am also uncertain about genders in everRaven or sixCrow...how they are different is still a mystery as well...I do not know why...I heard a person of earthBlood speak a story...during a quest to meet an ancient tree and offer it honey..
...on the way in stormWater came thrashing toward us-in-journeying. we were three, plus the strangeBread, and the unityPower. the vehicle was not our own, but friendly to us. we hit badWater in the path, suddenly, shockingly, very fast (white rabbit was driving)...but we laughed and came through fine...it was a warning though...playFul but sure...
...the town at the foot of Shasta was strange, old, wooden...overly organized alike with a toyTown...as we arrived the fastLightning was growing around the mountain...with impossible clouds of greens and purples...the electricity in the town went out. we visited a small shop...and sat on a picnic table outside a tiny burgerjoint...and watched colored fire explode around the mountain...it was too strange to be happening, but it was also totally ordinary...then this stillYoung man of the blood of the earth came forth with a companion, seeming quite humanly normal and slightly indian...as the lightning arc'd and cracked, he began to chant a oldSong which was also his own...it was really a striking moment in the storm to have him come and begin singing...and there was something right in his action which rang a bit in my heart and gladdened it...because of the presence of the Gift and the Natures...and Com Pan Ions.
...at small length we watched highHeaven arc in shatterSongColor...and then the earthBloodMan gave the signal of storying, as if to prod us gently, feeling around...purple lightning that eve i saw...and ever will remember...the mountain was shattering time...and we knew the mountain called the lightning calling the mountain calling...
...the story began, and i was skeptical and respectful, i listened. kristIn and the UnMale who was good with dreamStory seemed similarly attentive...
The earthBloodMan Spoke: (paraphrased)
The mountain is not alone. There is a 'walking song ring' of mountains...a family...they existed before there were anythings anywheres....older than the treePeople. And they talk in the storms and they drink from the heavens in bands of songLight that are hidden to those who sleepWalk. They hear the oldGods song and some of their dreamIng...
Long ago the animal people used to listen to Bear a lot around here. Bear was pretty much the cHief and wasn't as haughty as some of the catPeople kings. Bear would go up, sometimes, and talk to the mountain, or stand in the everSongLight portal - when it was present, which was always...and when Bear could find or be led to it. Other times, Bear would go talk to the Mountain's people, to hear their news or concerns. Bear was a fatherBear. And also a protectorBear.
Bear could smell the trouble, the truth and the inwardIng - his nose was true. mamaBear was power too, but she did not need to move and hunt and listen as much as fatherBear did. fatherBear was curious and masculine, he hunted, watched, learned, made networks and maps of mapmaking in networks...in scent and light...in the shapes that arose and flowed and disappeared. mamaBear had her OwnWay which was a different powerWay.
It may be that the Mountain told fatherBear directly, or that small birds from the highplaces brought the sound of the Mountain's words to fatherBear. A greatStorm was coming. All the animalPeople had to move to the MountainRing. Waters would come like walls of highThunder, shattering the treePeople like mousebones. Soon, was the water coming.
(translator interjects: perhaps the Mountain knew that a Comet was going to hit the Ocean...from the everSongLight which is netStarSong)
Well Bear did not doubt the Mountain or the messenger. Water could mean death if it was fastBig, the animalPeople quickly spread the word to the other mountains. (in south america it is said 'the insects are the email of the forests') and some people who are good messengers are given songInsect names...)
All was prepared when the fastWater came. Many were still lost, but the basic unities and families were largely preserved. The Mountains sang and the song comforted the terrified animalPeople somewhat. For many days the storm rageds and the skies shattered in breakSong. No matter what the Mountains said, the animalPeople knew an angry-piercing power was at hand, or had come and this was the aftermath of the coming. Many stormSongs later, the skies began to calm. But a vast fog lay over the lands. And a few who journeyed into it in quest of land did not return. This troubled fatherBear, so he sent for a winged power - whiteRaven - and offered quest.
"Fly and watch the fogs, tell us what you see, return to us intact, our eyes to take, again, with your white wing...
"Find only fog, or bring some song - leaf, branch twig. If nothing today, seek tomorow, for yesterday is gone...
"Pray noble raven find dry land soon, our paws to rest upon...
whiteRaven cawed with pleasure at the usefulness of wing, and took immediate to air, and thereupon did sing:
of fogs and mountains am i made, of stormy lightning bright
if sacred leaf or branch or twig, is found within my sight
i'll soon return it here to you, for to a guarantee
that in the verdant valleys soon, the people will run free...
And whiteRaven departed on his mission.
Some weeks later, he returned, a bit dejected but not defeated.
Thus far, came his report - there is no land to see, not here, nor far nor anywhere, beneath the cloudy sea.
Days passed, then weeks then months...the report always the same...
And yet one sunny evening the Bear did spy afar
A strange black bird approaching, like a Shadow, wrapped in tar
What thing is that, thought fatherBear, and where is noble Raven
...a shadow comes upon the wind, and clearly toward our haven...
At last the shadowBird arrived, in beak it bore a berryBranch.
It landed, bowed and cawed out loud...it bobbed its head, and cried
"fatherBear i've brought the sign, though lost is my bright blanch...
"for mud is in the valleys, but upon this did I chance...
And Bear looked down and whiteRaven, shadowy as night...
And said: Good noble seekerBird, what mystery thy plight?
And sixCrow laughed and answered: why, a berryBranch, at night!
...and thus the animals slowly returned to the lower grounds and valleys, as the Waters danced away to the Seas...in slow time...which means the rivers were vast, and furious...for many many Suns....
Later, we would journey
to the Mountains lower western slope, in warmish weather on the
snow which wasn't fresh. We would pause for a blessing and eat
the tinyBreadSong. i became extremely frightened thereafter and
felt feverish. the ladder was hard upon me, and no comfort could
i find, just the deathSong sounding waves of voidShatter in me...i
was...i see in hindsight...trying to stay big...but i had eaten
of smallMaker...and like it or not i had signed on to ride the
fairyPath into the Mountain, and from the Mountain, into the
starNetSong...
The trees attempted to remind
me it was alright...they swayed and breathed in urSong....it
had no effect but to startle and cause me to clenchDown harder.
it grew stormier within, and cramped...i felt i was being crushed
by some inner heatTense...
kristIn was riding more
smoothly, but also extremely tense...toe curling tense...she
said something like...well...that's about all of it...the clouds,
they just gave me the whole thing, from beginning and before,
to end and beyond...
i was too scared to even
look at my shoe...the bigness around me was so vast that i felt
like an ant that gets swept up in a wind and finds itself landed
on a cliff ledge 3500 ft higher which is singing and calling
down vast sheets of starNetSong in response...i clenched in,
and down...and held on...the trees...trees...tree...
At last...it started to
break up within me, slowly, hard to notice...but then i could
see, something other than
poisonDeath...the vastness that surronded me...and then...oops...i
fell into the songTunnel of the Mountain Families...well, the
truth is that White Rabbit can't resist a smallHole that is scalar...this
one was MomScalar - it went scalar Up...White rabbit isn't practiced
at that, but he's curious enough and fast enough to have a looksee/peak...so...off
I(we) went...
First, I saw the vistas
of the mountains as though from an impossible perspective. frankly,
it was so unusual that i actually failed to realize my perspective
had split in two...and the second
one was about 1500 feet above me and coulds see a vast range
of related mountains, lit in glories of feathercloud string crimson
and gold and purple and yellow across the sacred word which was
the living land, at last, remembered and singing in me...
It was then that i gained
the third degree of liberty, and i saw clearly something i shall
never forget, and am priveleged to have lived to speak of...there
was a netSongThing(shapesFlow)
of a vastness and power beyond conception...and the
reaching up of the mountainSong was met with the starRivers.
vast sheets of metaSong were pouring into the mountain
family. the only thing i could think in the face of the size
of it was...ok...now that's probabably the very biggest
thing this me will ever behold. what was implied was a completely
liquid network of songFlow between all the stars/planets and
more...that this organic light network carried all of
the information past, present future and every possible story
that was or was to be. it was the moment of the most smallness
i had ever been able to imagine or accrue, in that, was the greatest
gift and also a terrifying cage of congitive velocities and scales.
the acceleration had been a lot more than rough, it shook me
all the way to my core, and held me there a while in the freezing
darkness, tapping on my every aspect and place for a way in...my
resistence wasn't stubborn, it was just to hard to go along,
in a place that incredibly big.
I now know the Mountains
are Families, and that, Some walk toward the Sea...all the Mountains
are WalkingSong, but far too slow tosee. how then can i apprehend
such things? the truth is -i- cannot...but sevenLamb is MountainSong...and
from there...all that need be said is that the starNets have
eyes in the front and the back, and 7 degrees of liberty...
The Story of earthBloodMan
wound to its conclusion. I felt it was a grand story, and the
purple lightning around the Mountain certainly seemed ready to
confirm him. He spoke a bit about leading spiritGroups, and made
noises about elders and such. It sounded like farting to me.
Also, his story about 'how whiteRaven became black' was unconvincing;
there was something missing...perhaps many things. it felt, to
me, too much like a halfStory...the half without the nourishment
included...but i was grateful, and respectful, and i kept my
deeper doubts at bay with faith and gratitude for the Gift of
the earthBloodMan.
In hindsight, one thing i'd
have to speak about as a translator is this: The Indian and Black
peoples, the peoples who are prisoners and the brokenPeoples...many
have what others call 'a myth of returning' when the lands will
again be fruitful and belong to all peoples again. This is no
myth. They don't believe it because of an imaginary story. The
believe it because the Mountains, their very natures, sing it
to them constantly. Of course...a desert can sing liberty in
it's way as well; so can a valley...
But where is the song in 'our'
people. Where is the white-PeopleSong? Locked up in a deadChristCage?
If the Son of Man showed up, he'd be slaughtered or medicated
or imprisoned before he could likely remember his name...
where is the white-people-flower-song...i
was left wondering...and one other thing changed...my questions
were now a lot more about what it might be that I
was, instead of who...
#~#~#
I've seen sixCrow in the ordinary world frequently...in fact, one day in despair i called out to two friendly crows in a tree - Hey up there, crowfriends...i wish you'd come talk with me, it's awfully lonely down here, and the people can't hear my song at all...so, like, if you hear me...let me know! i went on with kolihm to practice with the Rod and t'ai chi song. On the way back, we came into the same area where i had earlier called out, or rather close thereby. i don't really re-member why i turned around - perhaps the crow behind me called out, or...i do not know...but i stopped, and turned around...and i saw one of the crows in a tree, some 15ft up, and 45 ft in front of me (behind our path).
As our glances met the Crow stood high, and then did a kind of strange acrobatic salute...and deadFell forward holding loosely to the branch such that as he hung straight-down, bat-like...he let go...and with is top to me...plummeted toward the earth..then...as if to insure that someone would get the picutre..he opened wide his wings...spinning counter-clockwise while slipping, upside-down, underneath his plumbFall, and somehow actually gaining altitude while upside-dwon and unable to flap...he flew...some ten or so feet the barrel-rolled to a more reasonable flying position and lit out directly over my head for a tree some 900 yards distant..i can be stubborn, or even dense, in my own way...but that i took as a signal, of playful prowess in childlike unities...the crows had certainly heard my heart...beyond my words...and i felt a great sense of relief and connection at the promise of such an idea...
#~#~#
The clearest sign of sixCrow I saw flying southward in the evening, some 6 days ago...it was a highCrow, and there were clear 'holes' in each of it's wings, about .5 inches behind the forward mid-joint. the bird appeared to have been shot through both wings in the same position on each wing...but i believe the source of the holes could easily have been mundane...it was not their source...but instead the patternMap they hinted toward which intrigued me...shortly later and extremely unlikley meeting took place...between me, and a blackLightingMan named Stand...and a man named Kern...i offered Stand a flowerPart which i'd asked for from a plant and been granted...i made the signal of friendly re-cognition and he was slightly skeptical...he questions...i responded...we played together briefly, which was a healing thing...
I am sixCrow, also known as everRaven
Any crow or raven may host me, or be wild...or any shade of both.
Where groups of crows or ravens gather, I am among them, with my bodyChildren.
I am older than maiSelf, and this is part of my character.
I spin strange, unpredictable. But I look outside, just like before - a flying shadow.
I am a strange attractor for the dreamEchoes of firstDream...which are
like slow black lightning, but with a family of characters...it's
unConCept ion un ion but still the Family is One in song...
