Saving a Small Town

The old fashioned way

The group dispersed once they reached the ridge. They all found a comfortable spot on which to sit facing the valley below. According to the instructions they were given, each of them was to get grounded and enter a meditative state. They were told to ‘prime the prism’ of their being and become empty vessels through which infinite Universal energy could flow through and be directed towards something. (Their de facto leader had taught them how to do that.)

Today that powerful energy was to be directed at the small town sitting quietly in the valley below the group. From atop the ridge the entire town could be seen.

There were 22 members of the group (22 being a powerful double number carrying intense mojo). One of the members had with them a small gong and a soft cloth-covered mallet. Once this member felt that everyone was in or close to the right state of being an empty vessel she would strike the gong and the group process would begin.

Each group member sat on their yoga mats about 8 to 12 feet apart from each other all along the ridge line. They all faced the valley before them. The woman carrying the gong sat in the middle of the line so that everyone could hear the gong.

The air was intensely still and quiet. There were only a few small clouds in the sky. It was around noon.

The small town in the valley below had been experiencing troubling times. Petty crime was at an all-time high. Divisive politics had torn the town apart. Three businesses had recently closed their doors. The schools and the town government were running out of money. The town had experienced its first murder in 12 years as well as two suicides. Depression and hopelessness seemed to hang over the town like a fog. A deepening negativity was palpable, not just to the 22 group members, all of whom lived in that town, but also to everyone in the town. It felt like the town was dying.

Soon after the gong sounded beams of white light began flowing out of the heart center in the chests of all the members. The beams slowly intensified in their brightness. Every one of those beams were directed at the small town in the valley below. After a few minutes the town started to glow with light from all the beams of white light. After about 20 minutes of being inundated with the light and consciousness and love the members were sending it, the town almost seemed to levitate.

Eventually, the gong finally sounded again and the group members began coming out of their meditative states. As the members began amping down the prisms within their beings the beams of white light dissipated into thin air. Members slowly opened their eyes then got up and stretched. They rolled up their yoga mats and walked to a small flat area atop the ridge where they sat in a circle.

Dawna, the group’s de facto leader, however, stayed in her lotus position as she stared down at the town in the valley below. But she was not seeing the town. She was staring at the valley as it was before a town existed in the valley. She was seeing the valley in the same space but a different dimension of time.

Back then there were no permanent building or other signs of humans. The only humans who ever visited the valley was the tribe that she was a part of in that time. They only came through that little valley 3 or 4 times a year and every time they always pitched camp in that large meadow by the big bend in the river. There was water to drink and plenty of space for their teepees and there was also plenty of grass for their horses to eat. It was their spot.

It was while they were camped in that spot one early morning while most everyone was still sleeping that the Army came barreling into the tribe’s camp and slaughtered the whole tribe. It all happened in that peaceful meadow by the bend in the river.

That meadow was now a city park with soccer fields, baseball fields, tennis courts, and playgrounds. There were no memorial signs commemorating the massacre that took place there in that other dimension of time. The energy of that massacre left an invisible scar on the meadow and the entire valley. This scar needed to be healed if the town had any hope of thriving.

A man appeared next to Dawna extending his arm down to her. She grabbed onto his arm and got up off her yoga mat, “Thank you. Now that I’m 87 years old getting up from my yoga mat just isn’t as easy as it used to be.”

The man smiled, “I’m in my forties and it seems easier for you than for me.”

“That’s because you only recently started doing yoga. I’ve been doing it for a hundred years. You still have a lot of kinks to work out in your body.”

Dawna walked over to where the rest of the group was sitting in a circle. There was an empty spot at the northern top of the circle and this is where she sat.

The woman sitting to Dawna’s right handed her a burning sweet-grass braid. With one hand, Dawna held the burning braid in front of her heart and with the other hand she waved the smoke up into her face. She then passed it on to the man sitting at her left who also washed himself with the smoke then passed it to his left. The braid continued around the circle in a clockwise direction.

“People, today’s session was awesome! I think we just attained the highest frequency level we ever had. Did you feel it?”

The group responded with clapping and cheers.

“As you may recall, on the last new moon we set up due east of town and we projected the Universal mojo to the west into the town. In the physical earth plane spiritual energy moves from east to west. So we went with that natural flow and by doing so we not only showered the town with Universal mojo but also spiritual mojo.”

“Today we did our session due north of town. As everyone knows, in the northern hemisphere natural earth energies flow from the North Pole down to the equator. By doing this from north of town we are not just flooding the town with Universal mojo but also with the natural earth/Gaia energies, which, by the way, are intensified when flowing through our heart prisms along with the Universal mojo. Everything gets amplified when we project energy, love and consciousness in directions that coincide with the natural energy flows around us.”

“So what direction are we going to do it from on the next new moon?” someone asked.

“Well, doing it from the west or the south would be going against natural flows of energies so we won’t be doing that. No, on the next new moon we will be doing something very different.”

A hushed murmur spread through the circle.

Dawna looked around at all the faces of the group members. She knew that every single member of the group had been there in the other dimension of time when the massacre occurred. Some of them had been members of the tribe back then and some of them had been members of the Army.

“On the next new moon we are going to do what I call a circle prism. It’s very powerful. I will teach everyone how to do this when we meet in two weeks on the full moon.”

“I don’t know about you guys but I can actually feel the vibrations of the town lifting. I’ve actually seen people smile again. What we’re doing is having a powerful effect. It really is. If we keep it up I’m convinced that we can save the town.”

“And, of course, it is vitally important for all of us to continue doing our personal prism work whenever encountering any of the town folk. These group sessions we have on each new moon are very powerful but the collective effect of our personal work done every single day is even more powerful.”

“So are we going to come back up here on the next new moon?” someone asked.

“No. Like I said, next time it’s going to be different. Instead of projecting the mojo from outside of the town onto the town, we will be projecting the mojo from within the town!”

“And we won’t be projecting it at the town. Instead, utilizing the circle prism technique we will focus the mojo on healing… the scar.”

A silence fell over the group. Some of the members were looking at each other, not knowing what Dawna meant by that.

Like a very limber deer, Dawna suddenly sprang to her feet. She spread her arms out wide as though she were about to hug the entire group. Looking around the circle at everyone’s eyes, she then asked, “So who’s hungry?”

Everyone in the circle abruptly jumped to their feet as they clapped and cheered. A few people were jumping up and down.

“Now, before we hike back down to the cars we need to get out all that food that we hiked up here with. We’ve done our work and now it’s time for some merriment and joy. It’s time for a picnic!”

The ensuing jubilation could be heard from all the way down in the small town in the valley below.

Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction.

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