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Dream song progression...nature's warrior ways, print print imprint


So much gratitude to friends rallying in this healing and teaching song: Noah Proudfoot for flute, rainstick and his magic production, as well as singing with Rachel Waterhouse and Aaron Biggs by the fire after ceremony, Victoria Olmer playing cello, Cam Bolin playing the conch shell and lyric contributions from Andy Weatherly and my 'Indigenous Women's Circle' friends including Sue in Seattle and Dona in the Philippines


Lyrics:


See Comanche say Apache,
take it down to sacred ground
See Apache say Comanche,
take it down to sacred ground

I hear the ravens comfort sound,
I know I too will soon go down
I love you sweet sweet nature, where I'm found

Plants tell me to make a tea
In their leaves there's more I see,
healing of humanity

If we can only let them be
they know so much more than we
Can learn throughout eternity

See Comanche say Apache,
take it down to sacred ground
See Apache say Comanche,
take it down to sacred ground

How do you get me like you know me?

How do you know me so well?

Print, print, imprint
Print print, imprint

Listen to the heart surrender, Listen to the heart together 

Print print imprint 

Print print imprint 

Open your eyes and see, Open your arms, receive 

Print print imprint 

Print print imprint 

Vocables: Way hey way hey hun hun hun hu hun

Loving and knowing ourselves 

Knowing and healing sacred ground

Dreams:

She's a young adult woman in a crowded sunny city on flat but high ground with trees, feeling real secure in her ancestry and identity. Walking along with her Apache father who is middle-aged with long beautiful black hair pulled back, smiling in the sunlight. Moving pleasantly with crowds of people. She is confident in what she knows of herself and sees around her. She is wearing a white sweater and carrying something like maybe a shawl over her left arm. 

They come to a crosswalk that takes her to return to her land. She steps into the crosswalk of white lines against black asphalt, with a 90 degree turn, as he continues on. She starts singing the song as I notice the shadows and interactions of ancestors around her. "See Comanche say Apache"... She seems very confident and happy to see both worlds in the way that she is able to. Rays of sunlight playing all around her and images of brown shadow figures thick amongst the people. The images move independently wearing feathers and scalp locks, carrying hachets, in loin cloth and deerskin.

Dream that morning with more lines for the song:

I'm with a young adult woman in my ancestral Tsalagi home where my mother was raised. We are working with a dream and heading outside to honor it with plant spirit offerings. She has a white rectangular bag with fringe on the bottom that is very beautiful. Possibly white deerskin or felted wool. We go to a very familiar alter that we know is there for community and gathered constantly by community as the plants offer themselves whenever we are in the woods and fields of this 50 acre farm. As we take only what we need with no concern for ownership of the plants, I notice there is no furniture in the house. The old wood floors and solid stone foundation feel good around us. As she puts the plant medicine in the bag with some sticking out the top, I ask her how she can do it so easily?

We go thru the door, onto the porch and start down the stone steps as we notice there are so many people out there, on the porch and in the yard as thick as the grass. A woman asks me "How do I know you so well?" and then I hear the song lines "How do you get me like you know me? How do you know me so well?". I notice the solid feeling of the stone steps and the people in the yard and how good it all felt. As I finished recording the dream and fell back asleep I heard the chorus lines "print print, imprint"...


When I shared the dreams with a friend the next day he blurted out intuitively "take it down to copper flats" and the line for sacred ground fell into place easily. Gratitude to Andy for sharing this part! My friend John with the inner producer urges suggested "weaving the lines to be reflective of the collective". Then I told my indigenous women's circle because it came the night of our regular circle meeting where we stir up magic. Another woman had dreamed the lines "listen to the heart surrender, listen to the heart together" the night before. It was her first dream of a song. Gratitude to Sue for sharing this and to Dona for the next lines. A dream two weeks later came at 03:03 a m with the vocables and someone telling Joan to "be careful how you come in to the song with this." Then she brought the line about loving ourselves.  Grateful to all who join in this co-creation!

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