Lessons of the Drum -
"When Nature Speaks"
The First Story Ever Told

By Nadine Gordon

February, March, April 2010

In the beginning, there was heaven and earth but all was in darkness. Then, a voice heralded, “Let there be light.” And, there was light. It was only the tiniest of sparks. But, everything has to start somewhere or there would be no beginning. So, the tiny spark was very special; for it gave creator the heart to continue designing within heaven, the Great Star Nation. This tiny spark became so special to Creator that he gave it a wondrous task. It became a wishing star and is most prevalent in times of stress, chaos and sorrow. It gives all peoples something to look forward to. But it is not relegated to heaven alone, it travels. Now, this tiny light is sent earthward on many occasions. This light arrives on wings and conquers all fear. This light is known today as the spark of hope.

Hope is one of the three theological virtues according to ancient tradition. Hope is a combination of the desire for something and expectation of receiving it. The virtue is such that it hopes for Divine union which eclipses into eternal happiness. Like all virtues, hope arises from the will, not the passions.

Hope is opposed to vices or negative habit forms of despair and presumption; refraining from them is adhering to the negative precept of hope. The positive precept is required when exercising some duties, as in prayer or penance.

Mortal humans should not deny themselves the desire called hope as it is a virtue and when linked with faith constitutes a firm assurance that we are worthy of the promised better world. Hope can sustain mortals through the trials of faith, human tragedies or difficulties that may otherwise seem overwhelming. Hope is seen as "an anchor of the soul."

It is said that the first dawn on a flower stands for hope. My name means hope. But I was given more than one name. My second name means bright shining star. It also means mustang. A mustang is a horse. Anagrams from horse are hero’s and rose. I have been born of the sun and the rose. But, I was created in the beginning so was born into more…

I am Rider of the White Winged Horse. I am conqueror of fear and bringer of hope. I have no true face for I wear many. Those of you who are not ready may not recognize me; for at times, I walk among you in the shadows and am invisible to the naked eye. At times, I visit you in dreamtime for I am Dreamwalker. And, I bring you back to the beginning. The age we are in now, is not new. It is very old. It comes from an ancient part of our being that lives in your subconscious. It has been there from the start. It shows in the windows of your soul. I see it there for it is in the beginning. Be not haunted for I am the true essence of love. I live within your heart. I am a bright shining star. I am hope.

Wish upon my star often for I am always among you. I feel your vibration calling. You will feel me most strongly during your silent reveries or perhaps when you are among nature. Remember, when nature speaks; listen. Peace is at hand, there is no end, only a new beginning. The cycle of life is infinite. It begins anew at every sunrise.

“Within the still waters of the high mountain pool, I gaze down into the clear reflection that is mirrored upon its obsidian moonlit surface.

I see there a pulsing Universe, vast and wide. I see many such Universes, for containing boundaries are nonexistent. A slowly rotating Medicine Wheel, its symbols most exquisite, mystically turns…its core a vibrant blue and green living earth.

A regal Thunderbird. Flaming Mesas. Crystal streams coursing through verdant woodlands. Multicolored prisms of snow-capped mountain peaks.

A brilliant blue stone. Whispering pines. Ancient Tablets. I see wondrous secrets, magic, and power that must remain unspoken-remaining cherished within the tender heart. And I perceive bitter future sorrows that must be bravely shouldered.

A running Buffalo. A smoking Pipe. A beckoning Woman. Sequestered articles of ancient Wisdom. A hidden Pyramid. Within the still waters of the high mountain pool, I gaze down into the clear reflection that is mirrored upon its obsidian moonlit surface. And, woven within the shimmering multiple exposure of images…I see myself.”

Mary Summer Rain, “Dreamwalker, The Path of Sacred Power”

Nadine Gordon is dreamwalker and the founder of Nurturing ‘NerGy, a sanctuary for all those who wish to journey and heal. She loves to share by teaching others about their gifts. For additional information on Nadine please visit her website at : www.nurturingnergy.com

To order Nadine's book, “The Rose Path,” visit the local authors section at Chapters in Red Deer, Alberta or visit www.lulu.com and www.nurturingnergy.com websites.

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