February 29, 2000

It is a funny thing that a human two legged has to have help hearing the voices of the spirits. I think, as a spirit, it is time to tell why that is, and help with the ones who want to hear.

I live in the realm that is here and there, in the Spirit World and on the Earth Mother. I see and hear both humans and spirits. I know that there is a Need to have the sound of Spirit in the two leggeds Life, and that is an easy thing to do, to hear the spirits that speak.

I Will tell you how to hear the spirits' voices, and why you Need the voices to be clear in your Life. I Will do this through four stories:

Story One:

The sound was strong and the voice of many could be heard. All the ones spoke at one time and all were heard. From the sound the answers filled the heads of those who wanted to now.

The trees spoke and all the animals spoke. All the beings spoke, and every voice was known and all were listened to.

The crooked one was on the way to a place when he stepped on one who was small. The crooked one was not watching where he was going, and then the small one was dead. All the quiet of death came to the small one. For a minute, all the ones were quiet, and then all sound was heard except the one small voice. Death had made that voice still and no more.

"Who caused the quiet of the small one?" they all asked and all sound was heard.

"Do not listen," the crooked one said. The sounds were all heard and their voices were all at once. With all the force the crooked one had he wanted the sounds to be still.

"Quiet, you are no more than the voices of spirits from another time. What do you know?" the crooked one called out.

In the voices of the spirits, one small voice is gone. The sounds of the spirits were the story of the missing small one, and how they knew the crooked one was the one who had taken the small one's voice.

"I Will not listen and I Will tell all the others that this is a lie." The crooked one said. No one Will listen. They Will forget and all Will listen to my story of the crooked one and why all others are not like me. So off the crooked one went, talking about the crooked way he was and many began to listen. He spoke of the one who makes the crooks and the wines in Life. About the ups and downs and soon he had all the spirits talking of Mystery and the way it comes and goes and the voices of the spirits spoke only of the Mystery and the spirit voices were all of Mystery.

Story Two:

On the side of the river a little girl and boy sat. They were both listening to the voices of the spirits in the river. Can you hear them? She said. "They are talking like the rocks and the dirt do," the little boy replied. "I can hear the grass, they are all saying the same thing as the flowers," she said. "Yes it is wonderful," he said.

They both lay on their backs and listened to everything speaking of the lovely day and the wonder of Beauty. All at once the ugly one walked up and said, "You don't hear anything, you are making it up and you are in Real trouble. When you go home your moms and dads Will be really unhappy with your ways. You can not be hearing everything talk about Beauty and that all is wonderful. Look at me. I am ugly and everything would not be talking of beauty because I am so ugly," the ugly one said. I'm going to tell your moms and dads, and the ugly one ran off towards their houses.

"That is very sad," the boy said. Why can't he hear the spirits? They all spoke of him as a sweet little boy and said the wonder of his Life is of the Great Spirit." Yes, I know it is sad that ugly is all he knows and it makes him hear ugly." They listened to the river sing a song of beauty and the flowers speak of sweetness to the wind. The day passed as they listened.

Third Story:

"I know my Life is over. He does not love me. I want to die. I think I Will…" she said. "Then what?" she heard the voice ask. "Well, I Will be done with it and I won't have to hurt any more. Yes, NO MORE PAIN! I can be out of here and all is over!" she said. "Not so soon young one, the world beyond Will have much for you to learn. Places for you to go and you could be even lonelier there if you don't learn the Lesson that is here for you now," said a voice from the end of her bed. She looked and she thought she could see a faint shadow at the end of her bed.

"Who are you and what do you want?" she cried. "Can you hear me?" the shadow asked. "No, you are not Real. I Will not talk to no one, for there is no one here," she replied. "Yes, that is true. No One, I am No One." the shadow said.

"I Need you to think about what you are thinking of doing -- killing your self. Your Life has more in it than the one you want to love or the people you Need to care about you," the shadow said. "You are in a place where you are Learning the Lesson of value and the values of your Life. You can not think you are all that matters, that No One is not Real. I'm very Real and there are others that speak to you, with all kinds of thoughts, and help to make the day go smooth. Listen…" the shadow said. She did and she could hear whispers, words of her mother and sister telling her they loved her and her brother saying he could not have a better sister. She could hear another voice she did not know telling her Life was not about love gone wrong. It was about the Lesson of Choice, and that there were others to love and more Lessons.

She closed her eyes for a second and then she looked where the shadow had been. It was gone and the Choice was hers…

Story Four:

He walked in the door of the house after the fishing trip. Something was different. He felt the fear. "Did I unlock the door when I walked in?" he asked. "Yes, I remember the key." He looked and there was Mr. J, his best friend, his cat. "Yes, they were trying to get in, follow me," Mr. J said as he ran down the stairs to the basement, and he followed. They went in the dark laundry room. He turned on the light and saw that the small window to the outside behind the stack of plastic crates was broken. The window was not big enough to get in. "I saw him trying to get in and I ran. I'm sorry. I was no match for their Energy," Mr. J said. "That is OK. I'm just glad you were here, maybe the robber heard you," he said.

So he taped the window and made a note to call for a window replacement for tomorrow. He returned to the upstairs to his easy chair. Mr. J came and sat in the chair beside him. "It is a good thing to have a good friend like you, to come home to. Boy, now that is too much, I'm talking to a cat…."

We all hear and have spirits that talk to us every day, but there are many things that keep you from knowing and admitting that the spirits are Real. These stories are ones I have heard others say over the years. It is important to keep a journal and write what you call a strange thing. Keep up with the strange thing stories and you Will have Proof that the Spirits speak.

One of the reasons you Will not want to have spirits speak is you Will have to admit that you are wrong about spirits not speaking. Another Reason is the fear that you Will be scared. You have no Need to be afraid. Nothing Will eat you. As human two leggeds, emotions keep you from the miracles the spirits bring into your daily Life.

I hope you open your ears and listen for the spirits to speak; can you hear them…

Aho! White Wolf Woman / Wolf Moondance - Author

The next teaching by the White Wolf Woman will be "Spirits are every where; Can you see them?".

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