Back in the early Nineties I had an out-of-body experience. I do not know what else to call it. I was flying through the night air over mountains and valleys, when I saw a log cabin down below. I flew down, landing in front of the house. I walked in the front door and was greeted by a scene out of the past. The little log house was full of people, all dressed in clothes from the time of the Old West. They were all busy talking with each other and did not seem to even notice me. I walked through the house and came to a door in the back. I opened the door and stepped out into the back yard of the house. A wooden fence enclosed the yard. At the back of the yard, by the fence, there was a small vegetable garden. It seemed like night time, for there were stars in the sky, but there was a strange purple light in the air.

 

As I looked up into the night sky, I saw a huge bird coming down into the yard. As the bird landed in the middle of the vegetable garden, I realized that it was a whooping crane! Seeing a whooping crane is amazing enough, but then the whooping crane slowly morphed into a beautiful Native American woman in a white buckskin dress. Every fiber of my being was suddenly on full alert! The emanations from this woman put me in a state of supreme rapture. As she looked straight into my eyes, I was thoroughly overcome with pure love.

 

The woman then bent down and pulled what looked like a carrot out of the earth in the garden. Its size and shape were like a carrot, except it seemed to be exuding white light, like those swords in Star Wars. She did not say a word, but held out the vegetable for me to take notice of it. She then dropped the carrot and began walking towards me.

 

As the woman approached me I had two distinctly different thoughts go through my mind at the same time. One thought was that this woman was White Buffalo Calf Woman. The other thought was that this woman was Mary, mother of Jesus. I 'knew' that both thought were true.

 

The woman stopped just in front of me, and then reached inside her body and pulled out a white feather--a white whooping crane feather. She held the feather in front of me and I could telepathically hear her say that the feather was mine now, but it would always link me to her. It would also link me to my people. She then said that the feather was my signature, and then she reached into my chest and placed the feather inside my heart. The feeling of her hand going into my chest was one of sheer spiritual ecstasy!

 

The woman then turned and walked back towards the garden. By the time she got there she had morphed back into a whooping crane. She then took off, flying away into the night.

 

And that is how I got my name.

 

I can tell that many of you are asking if I am a Native American. No, I am not....not in this life.

 

Since that experience I have learned a great deal about myself, and I have learned that the more I learn, the more there is to learn. I know that I will get "there" as long as I follow the feather in my heart. I know that "there" is a place of pure joy.

 

My contract is to share that joy with all who cross my path.

 

Don't be surprised if you come upon a white feather on your path in the near future. If you see one, pick it up and let it fill you with joy!