Chapter 1 The Shaman

I was standing near the east gate of a medicine wheel ceremony by the Confederate Tribes of Warm Springs. A time capsule was being planted under a new Smithsonian Museum that was to be built on this Indian Reservation in Oregon. I was there in Oregon, to help my daughter get ready for her marriage in July to a part-Native American man. The wedding was to take place at Warm Springs in the chapel on the reservation. My daughter was standing beside me. It was June of 1990 and we were participating in the 3-day celebration with native drummers, singers and beautiful Native American beadwork and clothes everywhere one went. Horses, headdresses, feathers, all their beauty embracing us.

The ceremonial circle was quite large and the ceremony was to begin in about 30 minutes. People were taking their places. All of a sudden, a Native American man with a distinctive hat with a large feather was standing in front of me, looking at me, and introducing himself to ME! Not my daughter, but ME, the elder. Well, I wasn’t really an elder in those days, but I had been asked by my guidance to go into the Charismatic Christian Movement where they do obvious laying-on of hands healing. I had been there for almost 5-years and I was used to the Holy Spirit giving messages to us!

He was a shaman, and came directly to the point!
His eyes soft, not demanding, but direct.
“The Christians have only half of the truth,” he said. “There was an ark and a canoe!!!”

As he said this his arm swung up and his finger pointed to the majestic, snow-capped dazzling peak of Mt. Jefferson. I turned west, following his arm and pointed finger up, up to the heavens and I could see the enormous voyager in the canoe coming from the heavens to the earth!

Immediately, I knew that this was a direct message from the Holy Spirit delivered to me for my mission here on earth. Not that I knew momentarily what it meant, but the impact of the message was earth-shattering for me. I saw the waters from above meeting the waters from below, and the Heavenly Canoe riding the waves safely.

Tami and Pat had chosen Psalm 85 for their marriage theme. Verse 9: “Surely His salvation is nigh them that fear Him; that glory may dwell in our land.” Verse 10: “Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.” Verse 11: “Truth shall spring out of the earth; and righteousness shall look down from heaven.” Verse 12: “Yea the Lord shall give that which is good; and our land shall yield her increase.” Verse 13: “Righteousness shall go before Him; and shall set us in the way of His steps.”

Also, in the Bible, KJV, Genesis, Chapter I: Verse 7, “And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament and it was so.”

In Tami’s Catholic Bible there’s a diagram of the waters above and the waters below that I had never seen as a Protestant. It seemed to have ancient elephant-like legs holding up the waters above. It was quite dramatic. So many pieces began to come together and the shaman’s message was so relevant to the marriage ceremony.

When I returned home, I told a friend of mine who has some Native American ancestry, about my vision and the picture. She walked over to my library and pulled out the book “Seven Arrows,” by Hyemeyohst Storm. Opening up the book to a full-page color plate, she said to me, “Is this the picture?” I was amazed to see such a similar picture to the one in the Catholic Bible. “Yes,” I said. She said, “The Native Americans know their origins are from the stars.”

I cannot find the notes about my talk with the shaman from Warm Springs. We did have a conversation, my daughter, he and I, but the main message that there was an ark and a canoe seemed to tell me I was about to discover this in my own way, on my own journey.

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