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THE PROPHECY OF THE FESTIVAL OF THE Q'OLLORIT'I

This also comes from the book "The return of the children of Light" and is an Incan prophecy for the possible future. Maybe symbolic, maybe literal but when I first read it I felt a tingle...almost a knowing of it!! So I will let you all decide for yourselves, how you want to take it! It is definetly interesting!

It is a festival held sometime either in May or June high up in the Andes. It celebrates the return of the Pleiades which were very important to the Incas. Well there is said to be a prophecy that starts at this festival. It is the return of the Children of Light. When the energy is strong enough at this festival it is said that the first maleof the fifth level or dimension, will arise at this festival and will walk to the town of Urcos by a given route. Then he will meet the second male by the door of a church near the temple of Wiraccocha. Together they will go to Cuzco to meet the third and then to Lima to meet the fourth. In Lima the four will meet the first female of the fifth level. Then they will go to Arequipa and encounter the secon female. From there they will continue to Lake Titicaca, where they will meet the third female and then return to Cuzco, where they will encounter the fourth, for a total of eight individuals. These eight will be joined by two more couples, from the North, for a totla of twelve people at the fifth level of consciouness. Together the twelve will return to the Temple of Wiraccocha, where they will perform the ancient coronation ritual. According to the legend, at the end of the ceremony one of the candidates would visibly glow with brilliant light, as though the hand of Wiraccocha himself had selected the next Inca. this ability to shine is a sign of the sixth level of consciouness.
Further the prophecy relates that those who have achieved the fifth level of consciousness will come from all directions and from places sacred to the Inca. As discussed, it states that the first man will appear in the East, at the festival of the Q'ollorit'i, and will walk to the South (Urcos), where the second will have appeared. They will then walk to the West (Cuzco) where the third will have appeared, and then to the North (Lima), where they will meet the first female. The cycle will then be repeated with the illuminated women, who will come from the North, South, East, and West. Thus the eight illuminated brothers and sisters will appear simultaneously, like the original eight Inca brothers and sisters, the first children of the light. These eight will be joined by two more couples from the North, and then they will gather at the Temple of Wiraccocha, which is light, the source of all creation. Finally the prophecy states that the children of light will then dance in sacred ritual as fully conscious beings.



THE INCA MYTH OF CREATION

 I have gotten this from the book: Return of the Children of Light by Judith Bluestone Polich. I have been to Lake Titicaca on the Bolivian side. Someday I feel I will go to Peru too and see the sacred river Vicanota and travel the Incan Path through the valley! That is a great dream I have. I also have been to Tiahuanaco! Very powerful feeling there...very sacred...

According to the Inca myth of creation, Wiraccocha (the God of  Creation) ordred the sun, moon, and stars to rise in the sky above Lake Titicaca so there would be light in the world. He then created the descendants of the Inca (The Ayer sisters and brothers four of each to make eight), who came out into the Lake Titicaca and followed the sacred river (Vilcanota), until they came to a beautiful valley. There they entered "the Basement" of a building know as "The House Of Dawn" or the Pacaritanpu, which was aligned with the first light of the solstice and was the mythological place of the first dynasty of the Inca. Inca record keepers recount that at dawn on the solstice, the Earth opened up at the window of Pacaritanpu, and the first Inca, Manco Capac(the oldest Ayer), stepped into this world and was engendered by a special ray of light. Then the brothers and sisters emerged and were also engendered by the sun, becoming the "illuminated Ones", The Inca and the first Children Of the sun!

Now long before the "illuminated ones" it was said that Wiraccocha created a dark world. To populate this new world he then created a race of giants, directing them to live in peace and serve him. But they did not obey, so he turned them into stone and sent a great fllod called the uru pachacuti to transform their world. Wiraccocha populated the world again, this time creating lamps to give the people light. This creation occured at the most sacred place in the Incan world, Lake Titicaca. There Wiraccocha commanded the sun, the moon, and the stars to rise out of the lake and up into the heavens to light the way for the new people. Then Wiraccha sent a being created in his likeness as a messenger, and when this being came into the world he brought a sack full of gifts for the people. This new Wiraccocha had great powers: this being wa able to transform the shape of the land and give life  to all people and all animals. The "messenger" went to the place known as Tiahuanaco, the sacred place of the beginningnear the shores of Lake Titicaca. There he created a design instone of all the people he planned to call forth and nourish in a new world of light. Next, he travled the mountain paths of the high plateau and called to the new people to emerge from their paqarinas, their place of sacred origin, and populate the new world. At the sound of his voice, the gateways opened and the people came forth---- some from sacred doorways, some from lakes, others from caves, springs, and trees. To each group he gave a costume, a language, seeds, and sacred songs. Further, he gave all the new people the names of the trees, flowers, and fruits---telling which were for eating and which were for healing. Wiraccocha admonished the new people to be good, loving, and not to harm others. He then taught them to cultivate the Earth, terrace the land, irrigate, and plant the sacred crops of corn potatoes, and coca. And he gave them sacred arts such as weaving and pottery. Before he left this world , Wiraccocha gave the people of Ollantaytambo, who lived high in the sacred valley, his staff,which was engraved with all his knowledge. Because of this great gift the town flourished. It was in Ollantayyambo that the first Inca, Manco Capac (The illuminated One) emerged. When Manco was born, Wiraccocha's staff turned to gold., and the first Incas--the four sisters and four brothers--- followed the sacred Vilcanota river from Lake Titicaca and emerged from The House Of Dawn near Ollantaytambo. At the moment of their emergence, they were engendered by a special golden ray of the great sun (which is the greta central sun of our galxy by which mirrors our regular sun), illuminating them and causing them to be called "The Children of the Sun".



THE SEVENTH FIRE PROPHECY

Seven prophets came to the Anishinabe. They came at a time when the people were living a full and peaceful life on the North Eastern coast of North America. These prophets left the people with seven predictions of what the future would bring. Each of the prophecies was called a fire and each fire referred to a particular era of time that would come in the future. Thus, the teachings of the seven prophets are now called the "Seven Fires".

Then seven prophets appeared to the people.  The First Prophet told the people that in the time of the First Fire they would leave their homes by the sea and follow the sign of the megis.  They were to journey west into strange lands in search of a island in the shape of a turtle.  This island will be linked to the purification of the earth.  Such an island was to be found at the beginning and at the end of their journey.  Along the way they would find a river connecting two large sweet water seas.  This river would be narrow and deep as though a knife had cut through the land.  They would stop seven times to create villages but they would know that their journey was complete when they found food growing on the water.  If they did not leave, there would be much suffering and they would be destroyed.  And they would be pursued and attacked by other nations along the way so they must be strong and ready to defend themselves.

The Second Prophet told them they could recognize the Second Fire because while they were camped by a sweet water sea they would lose their direction and that the dreams of a little boy would point the way back to the true path, the stepping stones to their future.

The Third Prophet said that in the Third Fire the Anishinabe would find the path to the lands prepared for them and they would continue their journey west to the place where food grows upon the water.

The Fourth Prophet was two who came as one.  The first told them to expect a race of people who had light skin.  The future of the Anishinabeg would be known by the face the light-skinned people would wear.  If they come in brotherhood there would be a time of wonderful change.  New knowledge would be joined with the old knowledge and the two peoples would join to make a mighty nation.  Two other nations would join to make four and they would become the mightiest nation of all.  If they brought only their knowledge and their good-will they would be like brothers.

The second being of the Fourth Prophet warned the light-skinned race might wear the face of death that would almost look the same as the face of brotherhood.  "If they come carrying a weapon and if they seem to be suffering, beware.  Behind this face is greed.  You shall recognize the face of death if the rivers are poisoned and the fish are unfit to eat."

The Fifth Prophet said that in the time of the Fifth Fire there will be a struggle between the way of the mind of the light-skinned people and the natural path of spirit of the many nations of natural people.  "As this fire loses its heat there will come among the people those who promise great joy and salvation.  If the people accept this promise and abandon the old ways, the struggle will continue for many generations.  This promise is false and it will nearly destroy those who accept it."

The Sixth Prophet told them that in the time of Sixth Fire it would be clear that the promise accepted during the Fifth Fire was false.  "Those who were deceived by this promise will take their children away from the teachings of the elders.  The elders will lose their purpose in life and many will become sick and die.  Many people will be out of balance and the cup of life will become the cup of grief."

The Seventh Prophet was younger than the others who had come and there was a glowing light from his eyes.  He said that there would come a time when the waters had been so poisoned that the animals and plants that lived there would fall sick and begin to die.  Much of the forests and prairies would be gone so the air would begin to lose the power of life.  The way of the mind brought to the red, black, and yellow nation by the white nation would bring danger to the whole earth.  In this time there will arise Osh-ki-bi-ma-di-zeeg, a new people who will emerge from the clouds of illusion.  They will retrace their steps to find the treasures that had been left by the trail.  The stories that had been lost will be returned to them.  They will remember the Original Instructions and find strength in the way of the circle.  Their search will take them to the elders and the new people will ask for guidance.  But many of the elders will have walked the Path of the Souls to the Star Web.  Many elders will have forgotten their wisdom and they will not be able to help.  Some of the elders will point in the wrong direction and others will remain silent because of their fear.  Some of the elders will be silent because no one has asked them for their wisdom.

If the New People will find trust in the way of all things, in the circle, they will no longer need the selfish voice of the ego and they can begin to trust their inner voice.  Wisdom will be once again be found in dreams of the night and of the day.  The sacred fire will once again be lit.  The Light-skinned People will be given a choice between two paths.  If they choose the right path the Seventh Fire will light the Eighth Fire and final fire of  brotherhood and sisterhood.  If they choose the wrong path, remaining on the path of the mind, then the destruction they brought with them will come back to destroy them.  The people of the earth will experience much suffering and death.
Copyright © 2003 Passamaquoddy Tribe at Pleasant Point

THE FIRST SACRED SEEDS OF LIGHT
 
There is a river,
A river like no other,
Running through Earth Mother,
A sacred, sacred river.
 
They came from the House of Dawn,
They emerged from Earth Mother,
These four sisters and four brothers,
The first sacred seeds of light.
© by Rebecca Wiles 
 
 
SEVEN SISTERS
 
Seven sisters in the sky, the prphecies do say.
One bump from Leo's tail, and one will fall away.
One lone star in the sky, falling down below,
From the Pleiades it will come, but when we do not know.
 
Seven sisters in the sky, as in prophecy.
Seven sisters on the Earth, solve the mystery.
As above so below, as it's all foretold.
Can you solve this mystery, for it's very old?
 
Seven sisters in the sky, a symbol and a sign.
A vision told in a dream, of a coming time.
A voice that wept in the sky, told of future doom.
Then I saw upon the Earth, the bridegroom in a room.
 
Waiting for his coming bride, falling from the sky.
Great joy I thought for these two, but then I heard a cry,
The weeping voice said, "No joy, no happiness, no mirth,
For the sister that falls below, means terror for the Earth!"
© By Rebecca Wiles

AMERICAN INDIAN QUOTES
 
In the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with the animals, for Tirawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent certain animals to tell men that he showed himself through the beast, and that from them, and from the stars and the sun and moon should man learn.. all things tell of Tirawa.

All things in the world are two. In our minds we are two, good and evil. With our eyes we see two things, things that are fair and things that are ugly.... We have the right hand that strikes and makes for evil, and we have the left hand full of kindness, near the heart. One foot may lead us to an evil way, the other foot may lead us to a good. So are all things two, all two. ~EAGLE CHIEF (Letakos-Lesa)Pawnee

 

Chief Seattle's Thoughts
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.
I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living and the beginning of survival.

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

 

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Our land is more valuable than your money. It will last forever. It will not even perish by the flames of fire. As long as the sun shines and the waters flow, this land will be here to give life to men and animals. We cannot sell the lives of men and animals. It was put here by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not belong to us. ~Crowfoot~ Blackfoot warrior and orator

 

Oh, Great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the winds, And whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me, I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things your have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy - myself. Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes. So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my Spirit may come to you without shame.

A Native American Prayer. O' Great Spirit Whose voice I hear in the winds And whose breath gives life To all the world Hear me! I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom, Let me walk in beauty And make my eyes ever behold The red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect The things you have made And my ears sharp To hear your voice Make me wise So I may see ever so clearly The ways you have to teach me Let me learn The lessons you have hidden in every leaf and cloud I seek your strength, Not to be greater then my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy... Myself Make me always ready to come to you With clean hands And straight eyes So when life fades, as the fading sunset, My spirit may come to you Without shame. ~Chief Yellow Lark~ Lakota

 

"We did not ask you white men to come here. The Great Spirit gave us this country as a home. You had yours. We did not interfere with you. The Great Spirit gave us plenty of land to live on, and buffalo, deer, antelope and other game. But you have come here, you are taking my land from me, you are killing off our game, so it is hard for us to live.
Now, you tell us to work for a living, but the Great Spirit did not make us to work, but to live by hunting. You white men can work if you want to. We do not interfere with you, and again you say why do you not become civilized? We do not want your civilization! We would live as our fathers did, and their fathers before them." ~Chief Crazy Horse~

 

"The Great Spirit raised both the white man and the Indian. I think he raised the Indian first. He raised me in this land, it belongs to me. The white man was raised over the great waters, and his land is over there. Since they crossed the sea, I have given them room. There are now white people all about me. I have but a small spot of land left. The Great Spirit told me to keep it." ~Mahpiua Luta "Red Cloud" Lakota~

 

"If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace....Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it....Let me be a free man, free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade....free to choose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to think and talk and act for myself, and I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty." ~Heinmot Tooyalaket "Chief Joseph" Nez Perce~

The earth was created by the assistance of the sun, and it should be left as it was.... The Country was made without lines of demarcation and it is no mans business to divide it.... I see the white all over the country gaining wealth and see their desire to give us lands which are worthless. The earth and myself are of one mind. The measure of land and the measure of our bodies are the same. Say it to us if you can say it, that you were sent by Creative Power to talk to us. Perhaps you think the creator sent you here to destroy us as you see fit If I thought you were sent by the creator I might be I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me. Do not misunderstand me, but understand me fully with reference to my affection to the land. I never said the land was mine to do with as I chose. The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it. I claim a right to live on my land, and accord you the privilage to live on yours. ~Chief Joseph~

 

 



 

"This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness."
-Dalai Lama