August 20, 1999

I love to speak of the Black Horse. Black Horse is a spirit that the White Wolf Woman has known for a long time. I think that by the time you finish with this article, you should have a clearer understanding of a couple of things in our existence. As this is a teaching, I will strongly suggest that you get out a pen and paper to record your thoughts and questions.

When you think of a black horse, I would like you to close your eyes and do so. At this moment, let your mind becomes settled and think of a black horse. (This will be a Shamanic Journey.) Now, tell me what you see and let's see if you and I see the same thing. The things you probably see are beauty, power, grandness, exquisite, intensity, perfection, and strength. These should be things that come when you see the black horse. But, have you ever thought of it being a judge? Being judgement? Being perfection? Being an example of impeccability and flawlessness? Being death and transformation? Is it Transmutation? Is it the action of power beyond the human mind? Is the Black Horse wildness in its purest form? Well, these are all things that are connected to the Black Horse that I would like to introduce you to.

Long ago before there were people, before there were beings, before there were human beings, begins the story. You will have to open your mind, and step beyond your psychic ability and go into the depth of your spirituality to follow me on this adventure.

It is important, as we go into the new millenium, that we understand capitalism and greed. Most things are based strictly on money. It is a time where fear can get the better of you or there can be a time of great disaster facing us in the next year, or in the next few months. It is a time of change from one world to the next. I would like to take you and introduce you to a spirit who knows more of what this world speaks of, where there's a bridge called the Leap of Faith between here and the next world. The leap of faith is our action of safety. To know through our faith that all will be OK if our life is on the Good Red Road. It is important that you understand that the Black Horse guards that Leap of Faith and that in our common life, we speak of it as death. The biggest leap of faith is death, for no one is in Change but death.

One of the major purposes of the White Wolf Woman is to guard the children. This spirit, the White Wolf Woman is very old, and this spirit knows much that comes down from time. She knows that we are all challenged in our individualistic way and sees the child in each human being crying for spiritual growth and spiritual comprehension. I find it very sad that long ago, life was much easier to survive, but as productivity goes on, life becomes more confusing here on Earth Mother when life should be spiritual and clear. I will take you now to the time of the voice of the Black Horse a time a long time -- before people.

There is a resonance, one that can be remembered. Color, energy, and pure spirit is all around it. We are points of light that coagulate and coexist and form bright bands of color. Within the blue, silver, white, and burgundy, are the knowing spirits. They are the ones who represent truth, spirituality, spirit, and impeccability. Each point of light is a purpose. Each point of light is the beginning. The emerging of energy is taking place. The formation of matter is not far away. It is so peaceful amongst the soft, drifting colors. The simple sway and movement, spiraling, twisting, interweaving movement. Simple, vast, all, drifting, and moving. A stronger intensity emerges and energy is at hand with all its mystery, geometry, physics, and in its own resonance. Energy forms creation in its purest, strong, white light. Creation pulsates with confidence, the colors are stronger, and electrical charges begin. The birth of mass, and the birth of all.

Creativity, Growth, Honor, Confidence, Balance, Truth, and Wisdom are inspired by impeccability. They are the flawless seven movements of energy that generate life known as spirit. Lightness pushes darkness, for as matter emerges, darkness is. The void appears and constriction relates to inspiration. All comes forth everything that is. The intense whiteness is vast and glaring; it is bright with lingering shades of blue and silver. The pure blackness is glossy and sparkles another flat black. All comes forth in life, as we know it. Time is born and so are beings, then human beings, and people. Like each shade of color, so comes a being -- four-leggeds, crawlies, and winged ones. All emerges in the great vastness and they speak, the two of them stars in their own nature. The third, flat and empty, apart from them, out there -- a mystery. Purpose and Judgement, safety and perfection. These are matters that are important. I have reflected over vast amount of time, watching all the beings, watching the need for these movements to take place. The shiny black one says, "It is a long time for all of them. Their coming and going, their emptying and filling, their learning and sharing. Each adventure opens a doorway that allows the depth of each one to grow in its fullest knowing."

"Judgment is watching, gently guiding one back." the White One says in her radiant whiteness. "They won't stay within their boundaries. Limits are not a word that they respect. We call upon the knowledge of patience. They must learn the walk of unity through their original knowing," the White One explains.

The Shiny Black One looks and remarks of faith, "What a question for them to remember. The sincerity of reason is the blanket of worth. If they walk away, they shall pay."

"It is not poetry you speak of," the White One retorts. "But clarity. As you read, the Poise through Discipline, to Account, within Fact is what makes Sense out of Complete."

The Shiny Black One snorts with laughter, "Yes, it is the depth of lessons they struggle so hard, as we watch and smile. Lessons come hard and they fight them. For their minds are designed to destroy them. This is the way of the flat one, to have an empty destiny."

"The secrets," the White One states, "of purpose of obedience and Life, the Action and Solid that brings about Full, is their Worthy. I know this with everything I have."

"Yes, but what will they do when Death walks into their face? When I, the Shiny Black One challenges them to the end? When their Power drains out and fades off into the distance? What will they do when they don't feel familiar, and they call it sickness? What will they do when their thoughts are empty and their spirits are willow? Where shall they go then?"

"It is your Enlightenment that you share with them. They have no fears in their life if they have Trust. Their trust is the limit of their expectations, for they walk in the circle of Failure all the time that they are beings. Their purpose is to understand failure, that it is an opportunity to learn."

"They'll fall short and fail, that's for sure," the Shiny Black one says.

Stars dance in their eyes, their hair glistens with shiny spots of color. "Listening will be the hardest lesson they face, and Failure the biggest. But, when they walk through the doorways, there they will stand in their Inner Peace," the White One speaks with a smiles.

The Shiny Black One explained, "We're good friends, the wolf and horse. We represent similar traits, but now we stand in black and white. The flat one is there. I must tell you that I am the shiny black one. I am Blackhorse. I hold the light and mark the way through death. My twin, the Flat Black One, is a carrier of transformation that is me, the leap of faith. All must leave, and then I carry them home. Flat is death, endless and final. No life, no energy. You must beware of the soul growing cold. No Discipline or Ceremony. No Sacred or Inner Peace is known. Beware of the Flat Black One. He is dull and without purpose. He is full of hate, coldness, and deepness. He has sickness and unbalanced emotions, especially anger. I stand with death, the permanent final choice. One way or another, that is the choice, it is theirs to choose. We are the balance, the hourglass, and the core that represents the directions of all. The eight: The center, the movement of multiplication, it is life and death, we look at each other. Could we be twins, but so tall and small? The reason for that is we are fat and skinny, tall and short -- all that inspires an individual to have their character. Their personal traits, that is us."

"I fear for them," the White One says, leaping off into the darkness, spiraling into its fullness of silver. Sparks of color fly. The Black one falls backward into the darkness and rolls making the pathway, crossing the bridge. Reflections of color fly by as white. They emerge together, creating red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and burgundy.

"We are teachers; the knowledge we live with is Life and Death, Protection and Judgement. We also live with transformation, Death and Life, spiraling and spinning, comprehension and purpose indeed. The Accountability of Responsibility, one seeks in Sincerity and stands in Honest. It is there that all Respect makes a Commitment to Mystery. Each of us knows that we've lived forever, but choose to live limited and reach within. Struggling and bringing such narrow minds, thinking that only the day is what matters, not reaching and inspiring one's self to greatness, but living limits of physicality, living with thoughts of greed, envy, lust, and desire. Is there any realism amongst, or is it only death I see?" The White one drops her head.

"Be not that way," the Shiny Black one says. "Open your eyes and see the sparkling trails of the Rainbow Path that linger beyond the moon for all and you and me, and to those who reach out to their Sacred and cry in the night for their vision to understand the words of Introspection and leap in bountiful knowledge of intuition. Being inspired through knowledge and will, they collect their way not wasted on trivial that goes on amongst us all forever. Selling out for material and giving up for lost beliefs. It is the pure heart that one must have to endure, the thing we call human existence." This is the voice of the Black Horse that smiles with the White Wolf. It is an eternal friendship that knows that it is right to sit in Sweet Medicine and a good spirit, Grandmother/Grandfather/Great Spirit/Creator/God.

Let us each pray and hold dear to the memories of good that has been taught us. There is nothing in the wicked heart but emptiness and hate. Reach out and stand solid on the Good Red Road, for this is a time before the Blue World emerges, and you are given the opportunity to remember long before. Journey into the depth of the Spirit World and call for the Black Horse, not to steal your soul, or take your life, but to carry you within the realms of knowledge. This story I give to you, a memory I have of a friend of mine, the Shiny Black One, when once I stood in the pure form of white. Aho

The next topic will be "The Weasel and the Chicken House." Is it the movie, is it the game, or is it the teachings of the peers that provide trails of absent for the youth today?

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