posted by K Carter Steeves
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
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