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This
is a tale about the hummingbird. It was August of 1995 when Sherry and I and
twelve of our students journeyed to the great Northern woods to experience a
six-day spiritual camping adventure. We were headed for an isolated, we
thought, part of Maine positioned between two rivers, one large and one small.
The highlights of our spiritual quest were to be a two-day vision quest as well
as four mornings of questing for a song while bathing.
Bathing is the original way of
baptism or purification by water. It is a cross-cultural spiritual tradition of
death and re-birth and resurrection found throughout all the elder cultures of
the world. The full ceremony and ritual is conducted pre-first light and
involves prayers to open and close the stream, anointing and complete
submersion in the stream in the four directions. When bathing is performed for
four mornings in a row, it is an attempt to receive a “spirit” song—a
vibrational aspect of your soul that may be used for healing and spiritual
power.
When
we had arrived the river was low but swift flowing and the land surrounding
it—neglected and polluted with the trash of campers that had preceded us.
Usually we begin our teachings with a spiritual “opening” ceremony but first we
needed to clean up the area and restore a sense of harmony and respect for the
land. When the land was ready, we were ready. As part of our opening, Sherry
and I sang our spirit songs restoring a sense of love, care, respect and
honoring to the land.
Besides
the bathing and vision questing, we conducted many experiential shamanic and
spiritual exercises to help our students face fear and overcome doubt. As each
day dawned we noticed a renewal of the land and a return of wildlife that had
been absent when we had arrived. Eagles flew overhead and during the student’s
quest, a hummingbird visited both Sherry and I.
But the most amazing spiritual response to our power and presence was the river—it was rising for no explainable reason. Over the six days it raised two-fold—no rain, no dams to let loss more water—a physical manifestation and acknowledgement of our shamanic work. In addition, the spirits of the river sang Sherry’s song constantly over and over again throughout the six days. Witnessed and heard by all, it was an ongoing spirit chorus of her soul’s song.
At
the completion of the six-day, we each shared our experiences of all that had
happened including the individual vision questing. As the first student
explained her feelings and experiences she ended with, “oh and bye the way, a
strange thing occurred during the quest a hummingbird came to visit me; it was
like “right in my face!” Before she could continue another student said, ”Why I
had a hummingbird come to me.” Then another and another, all of our apprentices
had been visited by a hummingbird—seen in many cultures as earthly messengers
of love and beauty and called sun angels. (Two years before the ‘visitation’ of heavenly messengers—the archangel Mikael and his two assisting angels.)
Thus
was born, the Hummingbird Clan of the Feathered Serpent Medicine Apprenticeship.
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