The ley lines are earth mother’s nervous system just like we have ours; she has energy pathways that connect with each other to hold all environmental systems visible and invisible in balance.  There has been much underground testing of weaponry and the bombings disrupt the nervous system of the land. The black void holes left from oil sucking has poisoned the water and the air. The shattered earth plate is causing distress with quakes and volcanic activities, glaciers are separating not to mention hurricanes and tornadoes. We are assembling to repair damage in the tradition of our native ancestors. You’re welcome to come with us I said.  They understood the words spoken about a planet in high medical alert.  

Our cars resembled a modern day wagon train and off we drove to the first site of two for the day.  Sheep Hole Pass Medicine Wheel lay nestled in soft shouldered boulders.  Our covered wagons parked, we hiked into a canyon enveloped by the rock spirits.  There were 23 magical humans and we stood together in an elliptical circle. 
Sverre from Norway and Anders from Denmark listened intently to our native elders speak.  A stout grandmother with sparkling blue eyes and blond hair combed in a style typical of Scandinavia climbed up just below a rock being and stood transfixed.  Her name is Teddy Bear Light Dancer. While our beautiful Shoshone Grandmother Jola LeBeau spoke we were reminded about the cancers in the children being born in a struggling eco-system.

Then a lone raven came and perched itself way high above our wheel behind Teddy. The raven elder spoke long guttural caws seemed like quiet a long time. This is what he said.  You live through a long line of rulers, Sverre, I am your ancestor grandfather buried this day come to you. Though I held my sword in battle my blood spilled into the heart of Mother.  I am Sverre, enemy of the pope, liberator of land and country.  I look upon you in exaltation.  You have returned to the place I have walked in marvel.  It was a land rich in laughter and women radiant in feathers.

Odin, a Norse God was said to shape shift into the raven.  To the Vikings, the raven brought messages from the great spiritual realm.  On this thoughtful day, the raven reminded Sverre and Anders of their relatives who had visited the land to connect it with the spiritual beings of their ancestors. The creative life force standing before Grandfather Raven was to be used to work the magic of spiritual law upon the crystalline sands of Earth Mother. The caw of the raven was a spell-binding song to a time when indigenous cultures from over the seas and to the south danced in harmony with the land.

When many settlers came to claim the land for their taking their disconnection of earth law had been severed. In the far past, these seeding circles of magic danced to our invisible relatives frightened the pilgrims and the dancing ones were murdered.

Shoshone elder Bennie laid a magnetic crystal circle on the ground and held his drum to his heart.  I am going to sing a love song he said. We kicked up our feet to the drumming.  We danced counter-clock wise for it was the original turning of mother earth’s motion.  We came together in this way again and spoke of yellow roses.  They were the Vikings, blond and spirit filled.  They left their markings mixed in the petroglyphs are the ruin stones to remember,  “The great sore sorrow in days of sickness, Hearts bleed courage, words from The Ruin, translated by Nancy Varian Berberick.

Sverre and Anders are ice climbers they had scouted out the land and said to me at the second medicine wheel site at Granite Peak that they had driven by it several times in the previous days before we pulled our wagons up to it.  They remembered.  They had been guided to Turtle Island to sing the songs and weave the ley lines to them.

In the land of plenty there were no borders.  The flower soldiers made a pathway to Turtle Island from the South.  The celestial navigators arrived in boats of reed from the islands of the West.   All my relations lived in harmony when women were sacred to them.  I invite you to this dance.  You will remember that the heart beat of your relatives who honored Mother is now time again.  I did. I remembered.  You see I am ½ Danish and ½ Nicaraguan.  In my blood I have the mixing of great hearted lovers who sang the songs given to us by the whale and the dolphin, by the sparrow and the thrush.  The Elk calls to her mate while the wolves and the bear hunker down for winter. The star ships are watching behind aurora borealis.

I hand you a yellow rose with a dark stem come in peace that you make the land in your country a place fit for love and health for seven generations.  We must do this for all that is alive is dependent on each other.  The heart of Turtle Island sings to the Whale of the East.  Take a deep listen and make the change now.

Carol Perez Petersen
Nov 5, 2004