White Cloud: Opening to Spirit

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White Cloud: Opening to Spirit with Personal Thoughts from Eliza

In the year 2013, I experienced an interesting encounter with the spirits or souls of departed Wallowa Band Nez Perce or Niimupu (The People) as expressed in their own language. As I had been camping several days in the beloved land of Wallowa, it wasn’t entirely unexpected, but not consciously looked for. When I got out of my car, after being tickled by a sudden inward nudge, I climbed up the side of the humped grassy moraine, thinking that I would take some photos of the mountains. Chief Joseph Mountain loomed up just to the south, Mt. Howard to the southeast, and Mt. Ruth to the southwest. The tilted flatlands of the Wallowa Valley extended to the west, north, and east. Beyond were the golden prairie of the Zumwalt and the deeply carved canyons of the Imnaha and Snake River drainages. It was a bold land, a powerful land and one that has attracted strong people over the ages. One of the larger bands of the great Nez Perce people, the Non-Treaty Wallowa Band, once claimed this land as their own until forced by the U.S. government to give it up in the late 19th century.

Slowly, very slowly, the Wallowa Band of the Nez Perce Nation are reestablishing a presence in the valley and the region, by buying Joseph Canyon, a deep rugged canyon that once served as a corridor to travel to and from summer camp in the Wallowa Valley to the winter camps in the warmer sheltered canyons on the Grand Ronde, Imnaha and Snake Rivers. The Nez Perce are also actively forging relationships with the communities of the Wallowa area, as well as with the visitors who are drawn to the beauty of the area. They are in the process of developing a Wallowa Band Nez Perce Trail Interpretative Center Site, where they intend to hold annual gatherings, teach visitors about the Nez Perce War and the flight of the Wallowa Band, as well as develop a community for their own far-flung peoples, the local communities and visitors.

Now, why would I mention this? Well, this is happening in what I could call, my neighborhood, the extended area of the Blue Mountains and related communities. It is also a manifestation of the cycle of return. The people, disenfranchised by a distant and disinterested government, stripped of their homeland and ultimately driven through river, mountain, canyon, and plains to be stripped unceremoniously of their freedom, belongings and even lives, are now regrouping, coming together and growing something for the future of their tribe and the rest of us. It is a positive outreaching that the Nez Perce are accomplishing in the Wallowa area. It has meaning for all of us. An entire people can overcome the trauma of the past and heal, and in doing so, help all of us to rediscover our personal power to be individuals and live together in beauty and harmony.

So, I topped the hill and looked out over the trees that line one of the numerous irrigation ditches in the area. The brown and red slopes of the imposing Chief Joseph Mountain rose above, etched against the blue summer skies, with the forested bench and lower slopes easing towards the lateral moraines that line the shore of Wallowa Lake. As I dropped down the hill, now beginning to realize that the area of the site, Iwetemlaykin, was far larger than I had previously thought. I also felt a rising sense of grief wash over me. It was not my own, but the lingering effect of the history of the place.

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Arriving at the bottom of the slope, I stepped onto a flatter area and immediately sensed a presence that seemed to be looking through my eyes. It was male, strong, dignified, compassionate, quiet but at the same time, grieving for what was now gone. I understood this presence to be one of the Niimupu and part of the Wallowa Band who were driven from this place. One must understand the power of place and the intense love that the people had (and have) for this place, a love that I was beginning to touch within myself. In the words of Young Chief Joseph, “I buried him (Old Chief Joseph) in that valley of the winding water. I love that land more than all the rest of the world.”

Together, we walked along the gravel path that edged a tiny grouping of trees. The sense of sharing space with another being was very strong. I could also “see” him; tall, dark-skinned, strong angular bony face, dark eyes, black hair, but felt more of his presence with me. We talked. I asked for a name and received, “White Cloud.” I accepted this but also sensed he did not wish to reveal what was no longer important to him, his true name.

Without thinking, I made a call to Archangel Michael to free any wandering spirits lingering in the place due to past trauma. As I climbed back up another portion of the moraine, I felt a release of some of the sense of grief and a feeling of gratitude and thanks filled me. As I reached the crest of the hill, I saw a movement to the west of where I stood and realized that it was a bear. Surprised, I prepared my camera in the hope of capturing a shot or two of my find.

It was a young black bear, gleaming reddish-brown in the sunlight. The sighting, coming so close upon my prayer, was to me, at any rate, a sign from the spirits of the place. The bear, especially reddish ones, are one of my power animals, a being of healing power and quiet strength. I knew that I was being thanked for being there and for making prayer on behalf of the people who once called this place sacred. And no, I never felt any fear for my safety. I seldom do when in nature.

I left that place filled with my own longing; to return again.

The next morning, I woke to feel my heart center burning. It is a sign to me that a presence wishes to speak with me. Being in that space of betwixt and between, when we walk in two worlds, the land of dreams and what passes for our present-day reality, I am particularly sensitive to receiving messages, not necessarily in language, but downloads of light frequencies, as well as feelings and sensations,  rushing through my body. Often, my body feels very, very hot, like the Kundalini fires are rushing through my meridians and power centers. So it was this morning. I had visitors. Plural. Five visitors. And now, here is their message delivered to me in a non-verbal fashion, through their “spokesperson”, White Cloud:

(Remember; always use your own discernment when reading any channeled message.)

A Message from White Cloud, via Eliza

I AM White Cloud. I come in peace for all humanity. I have walked upon the land in human form, as a man who was a chief of a proud people, one of many who served the people and protected the land upon which we lived. Now, I walk the path of Spirit and act as a guide to many who are open to being taught and receiving instruction from the realms of light. We serve the many; we teach the few who in turn will teach the many to see as we see and feel as we feel. We do not control, coerce or cajole, for we have been the unwilling recipients of these energies extending from others who lived in fear and hated the sight of a free and proud people. Instead, we embrace the path of peace and the way of community, growing relationships between individuals, the people and the lands in which they live.

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We are a collective of spirit, who has lived lives most recently as those called Native Americans, the indigenous people living on the lands now called North America. We stood in the way of the westward flow of immigrants, who, in fleeing sore circumstances in their own native lands, now sought to find new ones. Some of these new people were willing to live with us in peace, ranching the land, raising cattle and horses. Others sought greedily to seize the wealth of the land for themselves. They wanted to tear the earth open, seeking gold, silver, and jewels for instant wealth. Others wished to plow the grasslands and sow crops. We tried to tell them that the soils were poor and only supported the wild grasses; that there were long periods of drought and short hot summers, but our words were ignored.

We were in the way of “progress”. The settlers wanted the land and our cattle and horses for their own. Being “Indians” we were considered by many who thought shallowly that we were subhuman; we did not deserve to thrive in these beautiful lands. And so, the government that had promised us these lands “for eternity” allowed the settlers to move us from them. And we were chased headlong through canyon, mountain and plain with an entire army after us.

Men, women, children, old ones, horses, and cattle died along the trail of tears, marked by the debris of a once proud people. We were followed by the weary, angry and confused soldiers who also died, from heat, cold, exposure and hardship and the occasional skirmish when our forces met each other. In the end, we stood defeated, but although we were scattered to the four winds, our people won the battle; we won the hearts of the people who now saw us as a symbol for what was the core desire of every American, the opportunity to live peacefully in freedom.

Today your world stands on the brink of great change and opportunity. The winds of change are tearing apart the veils of illusion that supported the foundation of the “modern” world. Its institutions are toppling and being exposed as bastions of deceit and corruption. The few have controlled the many and still the masses in some places like these United States are mind-controlled, locked into fear, corrupted by social conditioning into believing that they need to listen to someone outside of themselves for direction. Again, we stand in the way, but this time we have no bodies to destroy, no lands to seize. We are truly free from fear and while we would love to walk upon our beloved hills, we have chosen to remain in the land of spirit so we might serve those who are in human bodies now.

The headlines of the media sources are filled with fear-mongering stories designed to keep people from acting out of their best interest. It is desired by your so-called leaders to keep the people unsettled and open to be abused by authority. We have experienced such treatment. One can only oppose this kind of behavior and thinking by being strong and flexible; not by fighting, but by coming into one’s individual power. This way of being seems contradictory to all the fears being projected in your direction. It is natural to want to fight or flee; it is part of the hard-wiring that exists in herd animals for their survival, but you are not a herd animal – you are a human being, a soul temporarily housed in a physical vehicle. You have free will and with that will, intent and focus, you can create new opportunities and expand your world far beyond the boundaries in which your leaders and their controllers attempt to bind you.

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Fear is a product of the linear mind. Fear was first used to keep you physically safe. In times of danger, you will feel a knot or tightness in your belly (abdomen); this is how your body communicates to you that you need to do something to avoid looming danger. However, this bodily function has been turned against you and used to control you from wanting to venture forth and to escape the unseen bonds. So now you must set aside the linear mind and discover the place where no thought exists, within your heart center. There, without words, you will discover how to recreate and direct your attention and focus, to become as quiet as a still mountain lake; to reflect into your waking consciousness the wisdom of your higher self.

It is one thing to think yourself as being an individual with free will; it is another to actually be free, free of fear, free of feeling obligated to take on other people’s energies, free to live as you want, free to be in command of your desires. Freedom does not mean that you have a right to seize from another person anything that you want, but that is how your leaders act. It is not the way of the spiritual person to do such things. A person who is control of one’s base desires will intuitively know how not to interfere, how to work cooperatively, how to dwell in peace even with those who are uncomfortable around their presence.

A man who is at peace with himself is seen as a threat to some for they jealously wish for that peace themselves but do not feel that they deserve it. The sense of self-hatred, fear, and loathing looms large for these unsettled beings and so they seize the belongings of others, thinking that by having more they will be protected from the chaos that is just around the corner. Destruction always comes to these people, in one form or another, because it is self-created, but they do not understand. They blame their circumstances and difficulties always on others, often on those who appear weaker than themselves. In doing so, they expose their own weakness. We see this attitude being played out today at the national level, as the United States imperialism plays out against the rest of the world and is increasingly being isolated by its war-mongering and attempts to intimidate and control other states. It worked in the past, but people are changing. The time for empires is over; the time for cooperation between peoples is now, here, for the sake of future generations and the healing of our Mother Earth.

Stand tall, dear ones, and reach for the light. Discover the connections that you have with the earth, with your own heart, and with each other. Live in peace, prosper and be creative. You have the gifts of the spirit within, like dormant seeds. Find a way to allow the seeds to spring forth, in the bright sunlight, to feed and guide your way to new opportunities to live in beauty, power, and grace.

Each of you is worthy and loved by the Great Spirit who is the Creator of us all. We stand with you, as guides and mentors. We have stood there you stand now, but the cycle and energies are now supporting growth and change, even as the old world which destroyed our dreams of peace is now falling apart. Step aside from the toppling behemoths of illusory power and control; step free of those who would control you or kill you to keep you from connecting with the power that dwells within. It is your time to take advantage of the rising tide of energetic frequencies that support spiritual growth, for the individual and for communities as a whole.

You are a being of free will; now it is time for you to make a decision. Do you wish to continue to dwell in fear, self-denial, and self-hatred or are you willing to break free to the other side of the curtain and see yourself revealed as a radiant being of light, capable of living in peace and harmony within a physical vehicle, on a physical planet? We hope it is the latter, but it is your choice.

In spirit now, we walk through the hills and plains of our old homeland, but we can be anywhere at the speed of thought. So can you, if you can discover the ease and love of spirit that lives within each of you.

Go and walk in freedom’s light. We will be there, waiting, when you emerge on the other side in the lighted worlds.

I AM White Cloud and I speak in the name of my brothers and sisters of light and love throughout the world.

Namaste.

White Cloud, I am honored to bring forth your message.

Dear lady, we are grateful that you were willing to receive it. Many thanks. Go in peace.

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Eliza: Walking in Two Worlds – A Personal Journey

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Eliza:  Walking in Two Worlds — A Personal Journey

I just spent four days in the favorite ancient lands of the Nez Perce, the summer grazing and fall hunting grounds of the Wallowa Valley. I was drawn there by its natural beauty, but this time came away with something much more profound.

I stayed in the Wallowa Lake State Park, a large and very popular campground, situated on the southern shore of the glaciated deep blue lake. Tucked in a shady corner of the busy camp, it was almost like being in another world. Across the lane, there were huge motorhomes and campers, while I was camping in my modest backpacking tent. Yet, for all the modern amenities (and plenty of them!) without electricity, it could have been a large encampment on the shores of the lake. Well, perhaps not…

For four nights while I stayed at the campground there was an evening program on the Nez Perce War, which took part in 1877 when the American government decided that the non-treaty Wallowa Band of the Nez Perce needed to move or be removed to the reservation located then on the Clearwater River in Idaho. One thing led to another, with guns shooting and arrows flying, the Nez Perce soon found themselves fleeing the U.S. Army in springtime, crossing rivers at flood, as they attempted to herd thousands of horses and cattle, as well as their precious women, children and elders. A group of 100 warriors was all that protected the people on their perilous journey, made more sorrowful for they were leaving a land that they loved with all their hearts, the Wallowa Valley, the Eagle Cap (the mountains to the south) and the shores of Wallowa Lake, near where the bones of their ancestors were buried and where they had traditionally caught salmon in the fall.

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On the last morning of my trip, I stopped at Iwetemlaykin (ee-weh-Temm-lye-kinn) National Heritage Site, a new state park (2009) which commemorates the heritage of the Nez Perce and the power of place as experienced by the people who now live in the area. I had driven by the site several times but had never taken the time to get out and walk there. This time, however, I felt an urge to walk the sacred ground and feel what I would feel… and take some photos from the high grassy mounds of terminal moraine.

As I walked over the grass-covered mounds of glacial moraine, viewing the massive slopes of Chief Joseph Mountain rising above the valley, I felt the presence of an Indian warrior looking through my eyes. His presence was very strong, but not overwhelming. I felt his sorrow, grief and longing as we viewed the valley, the trees, the grasses and the mountains. As I often do, I said a prayer for the dead and those soul fragments that might still be lingering in place, as happens in time of death and sorrow. This site being the beginning of the Nee Mee Poo Trail, the route that the fleeing Nez Perce took in 1877, it is quite understandable that there would be some remaining energies in the place. And it was already a sacred place, a place of power.

We talked, I listened… the words are not important, but the feeling of being thanked for my words was clear. I always call on the legions of Archangel Michael to take the spirits into the light for healing, for rest and recuperation. I have been doing this, when needed, for many years.

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Years ago, in 1994, I once walked through a graveyard in central Idaho, near the Salmon River, and in so doing picked up a major entity or two. Soon I was in the middle of entity-induced psychosis and even spent a couple of weeks in a psychiatric hospital. It was a major soul initiation for me and one that I recovered fully from thanks to the aid and assistance of a healer friend. However, this time with an awakened star tetrahedron energy body for protection, I felt no entity overtake my consciousness, no threat. And the being I spoke with was a noble man, proud, compassionate and a lover of freedom and open spaces as am I. It was as if we were kindred spirits. As I have had a lifetime or two as a Native American and at least one as a sachem or holy man, I felt an affinity for this being, who called himself “White Cloud.”

This was a man, a soul who had experienced being in this place and came in answer to the presence of the light I carry to be set free. On the drive home, we talked some more. White Cloud told me that many of the Nez Perce alive today are the re-embodied souls of the soldiers who pursued the Nez Perce, balancing their karma wrought during those difficult times. It is certainly not true of all the Nez Perce or any people, but souls do seek to balance out wrong-doings when they can. In this time of the end of an age and the beginning of another, it is important to release as much as possible so there will be no need for recompense in another lifetime.

Now, this was not the end of my journey on my wee walk through the heritage site (the site of the old Marr Ranch, it consists of 63 acres with trails, a river, two irrigation ditches, trees and grasslands, with views of the Wallowa Valley and the Wallowa Mountains. Soon after I spoke my prayer for the release of the dead, I saw a small cinnamon phase black bear running through the grass. I was very surprised to see a bear in the open, just above a busy highway. And he was very much like my power animal, a large red bear. I saw it as a sign that my gift of prayer was accepted by the spirits of the place. I was truly touched to my core by the sight and meaning. The bear, to the North American natives, symbolizes healing and strength. The bear stopped momentarily in its flight, standing up and looked at me and then as quickly disappeared into the willows at the bottom of the hill.

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As I returned to my car, the sense of grief that I first felt while walking along the path had diminished greatly. There was now an abiding sense of peace, as the white clouds floated by above in the bluebird skies of northeastern Oregon. I snapped a few photos of the mountains and soon was on my way, again, homeward bound over the Blues to home, driving through a land that was once home to another people.

Some people in reading this may chalk up my experience to imagination. I don’t mind; I felt what I felt, heard what I heard and experienced the power of the place and the power of walking through two worlds while living in a physical body. There is much in store for those of us who are determined to ascend. We will be able to initiate change and healing by our mere presence. It is not with pride that I write these words, but humility and thanksgiving for being entrusted with such a task.

I am not outwardly driven to do these things; they come as naturally to me as the rain to the mountains. I am now beginning to understand that the spirit that dwells within this aging body is greater than I know. And it is steadily becoming more grounded within this physical vehicle every day.

Since I arrived in the area where I now live, I have spent time exploring the nearby hills, valleys and mountains. Now I know there is a purpose in my meanderings – by our presence we help clear the lands where we live. If we cannot clear the people around us (they must do that work on their own) we can assist nature to recover by releasing old misaligned energies in whatever fashion that occurs to each of us. We all have our own way of approaching our work. It is the gift of being unique individuals, holding unique facets of the diamond light of the Creator within. Also know that while a land may appear empty or without much in the way of human inhabitation, all parts of our planet have been impacted by humans. Our bodies are the gift of the Mother; they are part of the fabric of the planet. So, I feel it is important to do what we can to aid our Mother Earth in her recovery and ascension into lighter frequencies.

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Standing on the shoreline of the blue lake, watching the gulls diving for fish, I tried to visualize how it felt over a hundred years ago, knowing that this was your place. The power of place is real and can be felt in special places all across the planet, but the place we all carry within with us at all times, is our heart sanctuary, a place for healing and connection to the greater Self. Part of the journey is discovering this place and sacred connection within. And part of the journey extends outward as we travel through our physical world, meeting people and experiencing big and little adventures such as mine.

Those of us who are actively working on their ascension know that we walk in two and sometimes many more worlds. Our eyes cannot see everything that exists in this world; much less the world of Spirit, but all can be felt through the heart center once you have found your way to that sacred site within your own bodies.

Upon learning what I had seen and experienced while on my trip, my friend Eric commented:

“Well, you know now why you had to go. Sight of a bear? Wow, nice one! It’s great when we get personal, in-your-face messages like that; tunes you in stronger. The energies (that) you felt were left behind, planted, so that they would be there for you.

Lovely to channel the energies as you did, whilst walking in touch with the land and the past it has seen; walking between two worlds, indeed. But that’s why I like spending a lot of time on my own. Other people can be such a distraction merely by their presence. But the distractions are planned, too; just got to go with it.”

I know what he is saying about relishing alone time. Being in a large state park around many strangers would have been a challenge for me in the not so recent past, but this time I managed well. I even created some place for myself as the camping spots on either side of mine were not filled the entire time I was there. It was as if I was within my own protected dome of light and so I was — a place of peace amidst the chaos of a modern gathering spot. Actually, generally the people were quite friendly or just ignored me, like I wasn’t even there. And for some, I probably wasn’t.

So, this little journey has ended, but always another one starts. I hope to meet some of you on it. Namaste.

Eliza

Copyright © 2013-19 by Eliza Ayres. All Rights Reserved. Permission is given to copy and distribute this material, provided the content is copied in its entirety and unaltered, is distributed freely, and this copyright notice and links are included. https://bluedragonjournal.com/