The Whooping Crane Feather

An encounter with the Divine Mother

I found myself flying through the night sky in a southerly direction. The sky had a strange purple tint to it. I was flying over a desert valley cradled between two mountain ranges. The valley was wild and pristine without any signs of humans.

After flying several miles I spotted a lone wooden building on the valley floor below and I flew down to it. Landing on my feet in the sagebrush in front of the building, I looked around. There was light coming from the curtained windows but outside the building there were no signs of life. There were no vehicles parked at the building, in fact there was no place to park and there were not even any dirt paths leading to the front door. It was like the building had just been plopped down in the middle of the sagebrush.

I sensed a lot of activity inside the building and I walked to the front door. I opened the door and entered. And I stepped into a wild west saloon. But it was not a recreation of a wild west saloon. It actually was one. I found myself in the 1800s in a real old west saloon.

And it was packed. There must have been fifty or sixty people in the building. Aside from two barmaids, everyone else was male. And they were all wearing cowboy hats, some were wearing chaps. Everyone had on cowboy boots, some with spurs. Everyone seemed dirty like they had all been out on the range for days. There wasn’t a single clean-shaven face. They all had guns.

I slowly made my way through the packed crowd towards the back of the building. No one seemed to even notice me. It was like I was invisible.

I finally came to the back door of the building and proceeded out that door. I found myself in a small yard enclosed by a wooden fence. In the middle of the enclosure was a small vegetable garden. I took a few steps into the fenced area then I looked up in the sky.

A huge bird was descending from the night sky. It landed in the middle of the vegetable garden. As it brought its wings to its body I realized that it was a whooping crane. The whooping crane looked directly at my eyes as I looked directly at its eyes.

The whooping crane then morphed into a beautiful woman with long shiny black hair wearing a white buckskin dress. As she looked at my eyes I felt like I was about to melt. Her beauty took my breath away. Tears began flowing down my cheeks. It was White Buffalo Calf Woman. It was the Divine Mother. It was the Goddess.

She then bent over and pulled two root crops out of the ground in the garden. She held them up for me to look at. They looked exactly like carrots except instead of being orange they were white — and they glowed like those Star Wars light sabres.

After I got a good look at the magic vegetables she dropped them to the ground and began walking straight towards me. I was tingling all over.

Halfway to me, she reached her right hand through her dress into her chest. When she pulled her hand back out of her body she was holding a lone white whooping crane feather.

She stopped right before me and held up the feather for me to look at. I looked at the feather then back at her eyes.

She then moved her hand with the feather in it towards me. Her hand reached my shirt and it went right through it and into my chest. The feeling of this happening is far too exquisite to describe.

She then pulled her hand out of my chest and it was no longer holding the feather. She had placed a whooping crane feather in my heart!

She then turned around and began walking back towards the vegetable garden. As she walked she slowly morphed back into a whooping crane. With a great rustling of giant wings, she took off in flight, quickly disappearing into the strange night sky.

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