Gnostic/Essene)
Joseph's long black hair was flowing
around his neck and shoulders, and a hat
shadowed his face. Lighting a peace pipe,
he handed it to me. Smoking the aromatic
vapors, I became PEACE.
A group of Native American wise
men appeared and began singing ancient
chants. I'd thought it odd that they did this
in my presence, because I was white. "Isn't
this disrespectful to the spirits?" I asked. "It
is wise to sing," the leader said, "we sing for
you today." Not knowing what to say or do,
I just listened, as I suddenly noticed a young
Indian boy had appeared at Chief Joseph's
side. "The river," he beckoned, "you are
going to the river."
Waves thrashed and spun all around
me as I had been immediately transported
into what could become my watery grave if I
wasn't careful. Hurled through the enclosed
underground waterway for quite some time,
it was very narrow in spots and I'd banged
my eye and lip very hard from being hurled
against the rock wall.
Emerging in another time and place,
the river was open again as I was climbing