Pot of Beans Faith Receives Sacred Blessings

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Pot of Beans: A week later still enjoying fry bread from the same bowl of fry bread dough, cash flow low with still a few days to go before payday. We had a one-pound bag of kidney beans, a few strips of bacon plus a three-cans of corn, a half pound of potatoes and three carrots. After some communication, we decided we wanted beans for dinner instead of potatoes. When I started to prepare the beans, with the ear of blue corn hanging by my stove, and sensing we were going to have many bellies to fill, I said a simple prayer. Here is a pot with beans to feed not only us once, but feed many more, which will come and need food to fill their bellies, and satisfy their total hungry. You can see this and the never-ending bowl of fry bread dough is all we have, but I ask may for this pot of beans feed all and satisfy not only our hungry; but be there to satisfy any and all that comes here and let no one go away hungry. May there be enough beans and bread to feed and satisfy each ones, total individual hungry of body, mind, and spirit, and let no one go hungry. I ask this pot of beans feed all who came to our home and for as long as needed to satisfy hunger. Thank you for all your blessings Father.

Late that afternoon we had, visitors come and purchase one of our hybrids, so once again we have money enough to make it until payday. One of the three-hybrids, I did not want to sell, but he wanted them, as much as, his grandmother wanted to come home with us, this gave us no choice. Not because he was a sheriff, but the exchange of love he bestowed on them and they gave him, although they were looking for a younger cub, the moment they opened their car door he climbed in there car and would not leave their side. We knew he would protect the family, when they came. A yearling, I had choice for my own, was not to be, it was a sacrifice to have my prayer answered. On their journey up the road it was a young cub, they were looking to add to their home. I offered to give them a discount, but they refused and paid what they would have for a puppy. On the way down the road, they had a loving faithful friend traveling with them.

Sometimes for one prayers to receive and answer from the even the sacred guardian of the blue corn, guardians ask something of us in exchange to prove the sincerity of my prayer and this was one of those times. What we gave up happened to be something we/I loved, but the safety of the family, I realized was of great importance, in the weeks and years ahead. Then Sacred Horse proved he was the one that would stand by them, and protect them, because he started to protect them, immediately. The spirit of all revealed a powerful instant bond, which no one could deny.

Evening came four of us, (family of three plus one), ate our fill and still we had a half a pot of beans left, the same amount in the pots before we sat down to eat. Soft voice: “Red Sun it is important to note: one must leave the beans in the pot, because once the pot’s emptied the prayer is cancelled out.” I did as instructed, not realizing we were going to have a house full of hungry men, women, and children, twenty in number before sunrise.

As our custom, we would feed those that came to our home, anytime day or night. We served twenty-four guest beans and fry-bread.

After everyone ate and their hungers satisfied;, two of the women who assisted in cooking all the fry bread, at the gathering, thought they recognized the bowl. "Red Sun, question, is that the never-ending bowl of fry-bread dough." I nodded. "Then you are the one that supplied us with that bowl at the gathering, which feed we mean continued to feed the elders?"

"Yes, it is and still going strong why?"

“We told many people of your amazing bowl of fry-bread dough and how it feed the masses: but we did not expect it to still be feeding all of us, again here this evening.” Then they went on to tell the story of the never-ending fry bread dough to those who had not been at the gathering and they had brought to our place from Arizona and New Mexico.

The next morning my other half and a few of our guest went to the local country market and pick-up some eggs, bacon, pancake mix, small pot roast and for our wolf-hybrids rice and chicken. Breakfast was brunch, so our next meal was Cheyenne Pot Pies: make with meat, beans, corn, potatoes, carrots, and onions and deep-fried

After dinner, I decided to spring another surprise of on everyone, which was the same half pot of beans, which feed everyone when everyone arrived, and still ready to continue to satisfy everyone present and the hunger of others, too. However, I first, request the women to recall the height of the beans in the pot after they finished eating. They all said about a half-a-pot, but no more. They I ask if they would look and see how many beans in the pot, now. How many more bowls of beans and fry bread did we eat today? Now look in the pot and see how many beans after we mixed up the Cheyenne Potpies. Everyone had to check the amount of beans in the pot, which was a half-pot of beans. Everyone was curios and asked how, not How'd.

"Yesterday, I cooked up one-pound of beans with a little bacon and what onion I had left. Before you came, the four of us eat our fill and the pot was still the same one-pound of cooked beans, the same as before I served up dinner. Can each of you remember how much you ate? In fact most of you men had seconds and a couple of you men had thirds, is that not correct?” They all nodded and stated those were some of the best bean, they ever eaten. "Yet, you failed to pay attention to the size of the pot or maybe you would have wondered: How can so much come out of such a small five quart pot, in bowls so big?"

After all thought of the amount of food they and others consumed from the pot, they were stunned when they realized it was as the fry-bread dough. The elder Chief among the men present, wanted to know what I said and how I prayed. I tried to recall the spirit-heart of wards I prayed.

"As for all of us here, what you presented to us, confirms to all The Highest of the Most High, who is the Sacred Father of Eternal Light of Life, has not abandoned his children. You prove when ones prayers are sincere, not self gratification, but with an open-selfless heart, prayers are answered: at the right time, in the lives of those in need and who have faith, which reaffirms to the rest of us we are not alone.

Examining the blessings, we received on our mountain, and at the gathering, I can say the events that happened with the sermon on the mountain were not overstated or the imagination of those who wrote of these miracles aka quantum spiritual physics. Current events presented the truth that proves how a small amount of food that feed the masses was sacred and are sacred truths. All my relations we send you our blessings. We send you our sacred love and thanks.

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Adventures

Faith Receive Sacred Blessings of Blue Corn

Blue Corn Blessings means added duties and responsibilities

Blue Corn, Sacred Elders the Keeper of the Sacred Blue Corn: This one is more of a mystery, combined with interesting events, in a most unusual location, nevertheless something one rarely recognizes, unless . . .

Sacred elders dressed in traditional Hopi style and design clothing; which revealed their status in the tribe of Keepers of the Sacred Blue Corn, they were sacred elders that all should respect. The ones that receive the sacred blue corn from them received blessings and honored, if they accepted the corn with great humbleness of spirit. Why they had chosen to give out these sacred and cherished ears of blue corn, to only to the ones they favored, as unclear since not every one came to the Tehachapi grounds, received corn. Thursday afternoon, many traditional and non-traditional people had begun to gather for four-days of socializing and pow-wow events, at the First Annual Tehachapi Pow-Wow in Tehachapi, CA. What we assumed fascinating is how they decided on individuals to favor of one ear of sacred blue corn, problems for anyone that request more.

>Blue Corn exceptionally sacred and cherished especially when a giver makes a gift of it among countless generations of Southwestern Tribes, and even more cherished when sacred keepers of the blue corn makes a gift of blue corn combined with a simple prayer. What they gave in a good way to receiver signifies to spirit-hearts and minds the power of sacred spiritual blessings; it was a powerful way of honoring individuals; and the gift across centuries establishes itself a magnificent good omen. The powers of sacred blessings awakened when someone offers another a sacred gift of blue corn with a pure heart and spirit and magnified when given by the Sacred Keepers of the Sacred Blue Corn. Yet, one question remained why in the land of the Chumash, who by all appearance and behavior, were Hopi had they come to gift personages with blue corn.

>Mystery's begins when we discovered only the individuals that received the blue corn and/or certain passengers in the same vehicle, could remember the two elders, with a hand woven basket containing ears of blue corn— sitting just ten-yards outside the entrance. Strange, why more had no recollection of the cherished ears of unpolluted blue corn, than the few that received? Adding to our curiosity and questions: What is the reason and connection with the Elders? Who are the sacred Hopi Keepers of the Blue Corn elders? Where are they now? Generations upon generations of traditional peoples among numerous tribes, dream of the day someone would bestow pure blue corn upon them. Which made us question why not everyone's sight experienced the beautiful ears of true blue corn on the lid of the woven basket?

>Once we discovered only certain individuals, not everyone had visual and verbal contact with the Sacred Blue Corn Elders, activated curiosity that requires more research. The male leaders among all those, whose family received blue corn, decide to gather more information or lack thereof, before making any conclusions. Find and question, each person we observed working at the entrance, standing by and/or walking around within the same general area, when each of us had contact with the two elders. However, after three rounds of questioning, none of us could find a single person with any recollection of two-elders, beyond the ones that received an ear of blue corn. Round four: Every one that received and recalled the two sacred blue corn elders went searching Thursday evening and all of Friday for them. No one, after the sounding of the first drums sounded, saw, or received blue corn.

>Either, no one could recognize them or find them around the campgrounds any place. We checked every campsite and feeds, consequently adding the mystery. Grandfather WhiteCloud the eldest elder and medicine man, over one-hundred years, could not recall seeing or speaking with either one, at any of the hundreds of gatherings he attended, any place in the west. Not one among whose pow-wow attendance totaled thousands and could tell you by name and sight who attended, which pow-wow and who failed to attend any of the last twenty pow-wows, could remember them either.

>Grandfather WhiteCloud sought answers from the Sacred Grandfathers to understand the two elders of the blue corn. After nap and conversation with the Sacred Elders, Grandfather stated what they revealed to him. The Sacred Keepers of the Blue Corn are the ancient ones, the traditional keepers of sacred traditional corn skills and knowledge who choice to visit from the Sacred Village of the Great Spirit and Keepers of Ancient Knowledge and Traditions. They refused to state the reason for their visitation or why they choice to bless certain ones at this gathering, beyond favoring those who had long journeys ahead of them for helping the people; which partly outlined the whys, not everyone saw or remembered them.

(c) Red Sun/SunHawk Life Adventures

 

The following is what I wrote to a group that meets here every second Thursday of the month, Hard Rock Café Writers Forum. Okay, I was trying to justify my experiences and writing to this group of personalities that fears anything spiritual to political. What an experience for this sensitive-medium with Einstein Syndrome capabilities.

Courage what happened to my courage? For months, friends tried to get me to attend this local writers forum, but after the first local personas, I encountered, I was ready for just about any thing, and presents me with serious personal challenges … since my writings was one-hundred-eighty degrees different and really hard for the before the 50s generation, to understand, nor am I a poet. I have spent a good portion of my life adventures analyzing and researching science of life adventures and personal encounters linked to past, present, and future values of incredible internal/external awakenings, life saving and beyond recovery events. Life extends to the universe and beyond, which is a great deal more than a few spiritual physics miracles. Research produced amazing links to quantum physics linking universal/spiritual and spiritual/psychological physics environments; the total of each enriches life awareness values for critical knowledge life advancement, which are links to/with universal environments.

Personally, my life is at a crossroad, knowing what my life's prime directive the Sacred Ones pounded into my brain during each of the spiritual visitations and visions, including the four times I died, only temporary. No matter what one learns with one receives a vision or visitation had a hidden agenda: years of experiences to ensure each lesson and all directions one learns to strengthen awareness of ones ancestors' spiritual experiences. Save the Children, and others visions showed an enigma persona their demands were in opposition with how to accomplish their directive. Lessons of opposition slapped me in the face, after several months attending the writers' forum, the rationalization necessary to accomplish directive, revealed the enigma persona has for years made me, my own worse enemy.   

     *Only to realize what I had failed to realize—an inner-fear—created a coward, which blocked forward motion, within my all writing, discard the fear, if Michelle Red Sun is to success in lives prime directive, and stop hiding within her secret world of mysterious realities. [Scorpio-Leo, strange birth, placed me in the middle of two grand trines: one Scorpio and the other Leo can make life and personality interesting or that is what the astrologer told me. The two are in direct oppositions with each other: one outward extravert and the other dealing with the mysterious environments of spiritual and secretive awakening of knowledge.]

For several decades, I have proceeded with caution, to protect the secrets only to receive visions revealing the time is here to divulge experiences related to mysterious veils of spiritual secrecy connected to my several levels of adventurous lives filled with countless experiences and challenging mysteries. The other life filled with spiritual awareness and sacred teachings via experiences with sacred spiritual life foundation with traditions of indigenous Red Nations, spiritual, cultural, medicine/sciences/physics and mathematics for people to peer within or let people know what is important in the spiritual universe beyond . . . . Lives filled with mysterious countless survival events, combined with guardian protection and healings, with spiritual life conditions and countless spiritual physics, some dub miracles.

• It is important to realize our traditional cultures were never demonic devil worshipping practicing who-doo, voodoo, or any form of satanic magic.

Ours was/is physical and spiritual life aligned with sciences, and spiritual awareness of spiritual guardians, interactive connections with physical lives and the Highest of the Highest Sacred Father of Eternal Light of Life power over and connection with universal physics awakening and delivering reality for all of us to experience and learn in unique and diverse ways. What was lost in translation is important to regain, Sacred Father's and Earth Mother's valuable knowledge and experiences teaching us spiritual physics awareness to improve and advance life conditions and protect environments? For humanity there are many mysteries to uncover and for humanity to understand.

Okay, first priority cut the tension I sense from people wondering . . . wondering about background, objective, theory, course, and conclusion with all my writings. The following is FYI, heads-up facts, including brief awareness synopsis introduction to what supported my foundation, formed my life, enhanced by life experiences, personal and family, and defined by research life experiences. The following things you might and might not experience in my presentations, and some of the strange things.

• I am not dogmatic religious, but explore/research and experience universal concepts via culture based theology and cultural experiences.
• I will never quota scriptures directly word for word or direct anyone to any verse to read.
  • Do not tell me where to worship or how to worship, which means my intent is not to tell you, either.
  • I will neither voice opinions of acceptance nor voice rejection of any sacred religious organization. It is not my position to tell anyone, what if any church to attend or stop attending.
• However, I realize certain comments might appear to insult or cast shadows indirectly on individual religion, race, and/or nationalities.
  • If you feel insulted, we need to have direct dialogue, so we can understand each other.
• What my writing is not and will neither content biblical scripture nor intentional references to biblical scripture unless I had some form of experiences loosely reference some part of any scriptures.
• Fact, I have no hidden agendas within my writings, or secret calculations to defame, dishonor, and/or destroy by denial since my love is too strong in faith, knowledge, and life experiences.

For a couple of decades, SunHawk and Red Sun along with a number of others did everything possible to ensure and we came across many conditions plotted to destroy the freedom and rights of people. We the indigenous people of the many Red Nations, warriors, Chiefs and Spiritual Leaders and friends to the people across many nations, these writing are their voices, too. A good many experiences reflect their life and believes since we experienced a good number of these adventures together. We had a lot of diverse interventions and challenges.

We the people of many nations and spiritual backgrounds believe:

• Freedom of will and choice is your right; it is not mine to stop you. Your spiritual development is your right and my life choice became ours by sacred design.
• Spiritual development is your choice and the choice of each individual. I am only relating experiences and lessons learn.
• Love is the Expression of He who is Highest of the Highest and Sacred Light Eternal, shining forth and speaking forth through ones sprit-heart.
• Truth is Truth in reality, which belongs to all cultural based religions and spiritual experience of faith and beliefs.

Truth and reality of diverse experiences

• We lived and survived our lives based on spiritual awareness, teachings, and guidance, combined with spiritual physics and extra sacred protection.
• Survivals required extra support, when evil attacked to remove and disconnect spirit from form on four different occasions. Professional medicine terms clinically dead or returning from the dead. She was dead temporarily: In truth, we classified the crossings, spiritual visitation journeys, or spiritual crossing.

• Two spiritual journeys lasted longer than fifteen minutes, which proved a shocker to all . . . . In flight returning to forms, ears hear a person speaking Latin.

Eyes open to observe a Catholic Priests dressed wearing last rites garment, and the sensation of anointment on forehead. Priest had not yet finished the last rites for the dead. I screamed, "I am not dead so don't you dare finish the last rites ceremony." His face was shocked at my anger when retuning back to form. The people with the meat wagon, I saw standing at the door ready to take me on the strange trip to the morgue. They had already prepared my form for transport in the meat-wagon, wearing next stop—morgue toe-tag data.

Form experiencing the freezing cold of the dead and unhappy the two-medicine/guardian angels wearing sacred traditional white skins and pure white traditional medicine bonnets, returning me to my form. The two guardians appeared one on each side, grabbed me up when I refused to listen, to Sacred Mothers of the People. Twice in one crossing, they restated my prime directive, including the reason I had to stay and save the children. The extreme stress in everyday life and the sacred peace of spiritual life, I wanted to join my ancestor on the other side of water.

[That was the time I told the doctor I was going to died and wanted everyone in the operating room to bear witness to my last will and testament. The doctor said I even told them what to do with my silverware and not to allow Elinora to have custody of my children.]

• Those two were very interesting visitations, but I gained a lot of insight, wisdom, and knowledge along with the Sacred Mothers of the Peoples, solid reasoning I had to return.
• I am a human being with deep spiritual heritage and blood of the traditional indigenous Red Peoples. Some might call Native Indian of the Americas, but we are natives of the spiritual and indigenous red children.
  • The words of knowledge developed from major journeys and sacred personal summons to stand before the Sacred Father of all Fathers, in his sacred cleansing fire and empowering fire of the chosen, or so the Sacred Father of Eternal Life Light stated.
  • The journey something very sacred and empowering fire of a chosen Sacred Mother.
• Then you can call me Red Sun and leave it at that.

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