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LORI HENDERSON

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You Called Me I Am Here

2/14/2018

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All is revealed when the subject is ready to receive. You asked for me to come and I am here. That is how you came to know the brunt of your heart, daring to open.  Last Friday you spoke out loud that you desired a fluid made of my wing.  I heard you and on Monday I gave my life for you.
Driving the spirit van, all senses on hyperdrive as you held, fast two hands gripping wheel.  Gliding past billboards advertising cancer, asbestos, law suits the majestic Mississippi on your right the beautiful S shape of Plaquemine town. Do you remember praying for me? I heard you sing the water song,
nibi, Gee-zaw-gay-i-go  Water, we love you
Gee-mee-gwe-chi-way-nay-mi-go  We thank you
Gee-zhaw-way-nay-mi-go  We respect you
I saw you slowly exiting town, I waited spirit above my body ready for you to see me.  I called to your heart, you looked over at the 55 miles per hour sign and your heart skipped a beat.  Slowly pulling over and getting out of the moon, oh how warm the weather is for this January winter day.  I called you to open me to feel my warmth just leaving my body. You listened scared fingers afraid to touch me.  Bringing me over to a live oak tree you laid out my wings and offered tobacco while you prayed under shaking voice.  Freshness of a robin egg, the color blue, rising up, a bruise at my heart center, the area I was struck, caught your breath.
I was there a mythical bird from your dreams come to life, to tend and make part of your medicine bundle. I am the cleaner of death, picker and re-cycler of life.  A reminder of death circling in the sky, willing you to die everyday to find true living.  Now I am with you always.

My body laying in the back of the moon, my spirit merging with you as you shivered and shook  along the river. Trance state driving over the cypress filled water world we blend and weave a mighty flight to your earth bound domain.  I am grateful my right will will be made into a flute, my left wing a wand for healing work, my feet to be merged with stone and crystal for your alter.  My head rests in your rose garden waiting for nature to clean me and my body buried so carefully under your ancestor tree in the north of the land.  I am dismembered yet in all way remembered.  I live on, my spirit rides with you. You carry the magic of North American condor now. The gnosis of transformation is in your wings. ​
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