Many are my friends who have walked with me through this journey of having been brought to my knees by a 3 year old.. moving 450 miles away from my beloved mountains, back into the city that has never held my heart, just in the hopes that if and when I do get to see him again he will remember me.

I have wept a river of tears over this journey, even unto this day of trying to find 2 places and google maps are failing, never lived in Belton for Kansas City is a huge city, and the maps just dont cover changes in construction, so again a thousand tears, as a friend reaches out and she must have been hearing me when she sent these words "And at other times, we are left behind because we would never move forward on our own…we would not leave our loved ones behind, so these souls lovingly leave us, or usually create a very distasteful situation so that we will be motivated to move ahead without them.
www.emergingearthangels.com/latest.html "

so here I am in Kansas City again reflecting on the fact that I know I am supposed to be here, that I was sent back here on a mission that I was told was for the "healing of the bloodline"

I moved to the sacred mountains where my Ancestors came and reclaimed me and said, "You are Indian"

when I was here in KC before I never wore feathers in my hair.. but now that I am back I wear the feathers in my hair.... and tonight, my son said it was raining so I grabbed an Indian blanket (that I had only ever worn to Ceremony in the past) and wrapped up in it to go check my windows... then my other son said I should go get some ice, and still in my Indian blanket I went to Quik Trip to get some ice..

and now I know, I was sent back to this town to walk through this city as an Indian..


love, Celeste