soon you will see
Soon, you will see.
Elizabeth Ryba ©2010
Since October 28, 2009, my dreams have been riddled with scenes bathed in blue lights. They’ve presented in a myriad of ways, such as dancing in the sky or leading me through the woods. I’ve also sat in the middle of the stars on top of a ball of blue light with an old man, scooping our hands in to the light and drinking from it. And yet another dream, of laying on a table while two men take blue light from my veins and pass around for others to drink.
Almost incessantly, these blue lights kept leading me…to where, I still am not sure.
However, it is a dream of Tecumseh on January 15, 2010 where I began to find a tangible resonance. I stood behind Tecumseh, the Shawnee warrior and prophet, and watched as he looked up to the sky. The blue lights above him danced and spoke to him.
Tecumseh is the Shawnee for Panther across the Sky, given for a comet seen in the sky at the time of his birth. The Panther is also an important dream totem of mine. I looked more into Tecumseh’s story and learned of his prophecy and warnings. He said that there would be three great earthquakes on the New Madrid fault (and there was). He also stated that a great star would be seen in the sky (and it was) and that was a sign for all of the tribes to unite as one, to stave off the white man.
Drawing parallels, since I saw Tecumseh on January 15, there have been many great quakes, including a rare one the New Madrid fault. I wondered if there would then come a great star in the sky – a sign for the tribes of today to unite as one, against a new threat? On April 14, 2010 the Midwest meteor came. The fireball was visible to many, and its path crossed the area of Tecumseh’s New Madrid fault. The last piece of Tecumseh’s vision was of the tribes losing their land to the whites. Are we now about to lose our land to a new arrival?
In another dream, I was taken to a small tribal village. Two men walked me to the outskirts where a lady robed in red welcomed me. As she pointed the way to an elder sitting under a nearby hut, she said “Do not fear Elizabeth, he was once white like you.”
I realized this man was the same Spirit I sat with in the middle of the stars and had seen in other dreams. He patted the dusty ground for me to sit and eyed me over. He said, “Elizabeth, you have seen the blue lights. You must make it known. Soon, everyone will see them.”
These blue lights! What are they? And who is this man?
Are these the heralding blue lights, as maintained in Hopi tradition? The Hopi say that when the blue light is seen in the sky, the Fifth World is soon to emerge. If so, then what would shine as a blue light? Could this be the Pleiades? The stars named after the seven sisters in Greek mythology? Astronomers explain the Pleiades as being located in the Interstellar Medium, which is where stars are formed. I’ve often heard said, “We are stardust…”
Devil’s Tower, in Northeast Wyoming, is held in many native traditions to be the sight of where seven sisters ran to when they were chased by a bear. These seven sisters then were taken to the sky and formed the Pleiades. Why is it that there are so many tribal traditions referencing the Pleiades, the young blue stars? Many Native American tribes and others across the World believe that their ancestors came from the stars in the Pleiades. No coincidence this is also the obsession point for Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
And, this tribal elder, draped in red I keep seeing. Why does he give me this message? I’ve read that the Hopi believe when the Fifth World is close to emerging, the lost white brother will return from the East, wearing red. I often cast doubt at the likelihood that this sage in my dreams is the Spirit in the Hopi’s prophecy, but the similarities are so compelling. She said, “He was once white like you…”
As interesting as all of these parallels and veiled clues have been, nothing rivals the last experience to date with the blue lights. On April 7, 2010 I awoke in terror. In a dream, I was riding in a truck with people who spoke Spanish. A father said to his son, “Do not fear, at least we will go together.” A thin lady, with long brown hair drove the truck. We entered a snow covered field lined with thick pines. We drove along a bank of smaller pines and parked. A blue light began to emanate from the sky and my body, like when underwater, wanted to float up to the light. As this began to happen, a black truck came out of the woods and began to chase us. The lady screamed, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, this is wrong, this isn’t how it is supposed to be!”
As the chase scene played out in my dream, I began to awake. There was something next to the side of my bed, and it began to speak. The voice was feminine and hushed, yet resonated with a deep vibration. The voice said, “We will strike, S-T-R-I-K-E.”
Overwhelmed and without motion; the inertia of my contemplation weighs heavily.
I find solace in the words of Antoine de Saint Exupery’s, Little Prince.
“All men have the stars…but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all the stars are silent. You–you alone–will have the stars as no one else has them–”
Soon, you will see…