Goddess Dance

The full moon rose over the canyon wall, even as the sunset was casting out its orange glow over the other end of the large box canyon. The drums were starting for another night of the wild tantric Goddess Dance. The night was comfortably warm and after the intense summer heat of the day it felt wonderful. I was just admiring the beauty of the night, when I noticed a woman who was doing the same. As she slowly walked towards me her body seemed to glimmer in the moonlight. I smiled, looked into her peaceful eyes, and greeted her, "Hello sister, beautiful evening to you."

She smiled and replied, "Greetings brother, beautiful evening to you. Brother and sister we are wholly. The other tribe has no clue and walks in darkness of illusions. Our tribe rises up amongst them. We look the same and act very similar, yet we have a different motivation. We are a new shoot, which has formed a branch. We conceal our powers, for they awaken slowly and are weak with our youth. They live and die unconsciously, but we regain threads of our awareness through these ages of lifetimes. They will also regain their present eternal nature, but they are unaware of this. We have walked amongst them for ages. Through the Goddess Dance we rejoice in the remembering."

I had not expected all this, it all seemed fantastic, yet it struck a chord within me. Somehow I felt I remembered what she was saying, but didn't know from where. So I asked her, "Is there any tradition that is behind the Goddess Dance and our remembering or is it the result of a random awakening that happens to a few people here and there?".

She smiled broadly and said, "All traditions hold our tales, woven subtly into their fabrics. We are scattered amongst all peoples of all races. It is the silent knowledge that makes us one. We act together according to our clear consciousness. Though we are separated, we see the same. The psychic web is the realm of all Seers. Although there are formal lines of traditions in many cultures that hide the ancient and present truth in rhymes, there are many more of us who just see and grow in the Light of what's revealed. There are ways and truths that must stay hidden from the confused, until the time and the season."

I hold the belief that we are modern because we can have the works of all cultures translated into our language. Only by reading the great books of all the peoples around the world do we see through our own dogma. I sensed the greater spirit of the Goddess at work here, perhaps for the greater awakening of humankind. I asked her, "Yet is it not time to come forward to heal humanity?".

"We are seers; we tend the tree of life. Time is a continuum. The misty future of humankind is our ward. There is no fate; so, here and now we are totally dedicated and devoted to the tree of life. In the present we receive our Manna and Grace, Spirit and Life, guidance and love from the totality. Many words confuse, the One is."

Her wisdom was clear to me. How could anyone argue; the tree of life needed all the healing it could get, here and now. I looked into the depths of her eyes and thought I saw the depths of creation there. I ventured to ask, "What is the story behind the Goddess Dance?"

She made a clicking sound with her tongue, smiled wryly, and put a hand on her hip. She had the look of someone who had just caught me in a prank. She said, "Why should we need a story? Stories get distorted with time, but not living actions of love. We begin with ourselves, to become spiritually awake as the one Goddess dancing as a celebration of the unified river of life. We awaken ourselves in the Goddess Dance and then with a little time the whole shall be awakened."

She sighed, "Even though words confuse, I will tell you an old story that you may have heard, but not put together. This story you should share."

I felt honored and so said simply, "Thank You.".

"Long ago there was a time of war. Much was destroyed and almost all wisdom was lost. Humans lived in confusion following the disasters, but Seven Seers overcame. They passed on two keys to the White Rider. The White Rider overcame and set the keys forth to a Watcher and a Holy One. The Watcher bears the silver key which is strong and mighty. The Holy One bears the golden key which is pure and very fine. The Watcher sees the season and turns his key; none can stop the might of the Spirit that orders creation. The Holy One then turns his key and all will see the truth of the luminous light of life. Peace shall come to earth as all people see the Spirit and know their own true nature. Yet again shall they labor to be one with the earth and be confused. In the house the water bearers, twelve shall arise and bear full cups of Light through the darkness, where there is no vision. The twelfth one to arise shall wear Light and she shall gather four winds, women who can heal anything they desire to heal. Together they shall call forth seven Seers and lead them from material bondage. The path of the Goddess Dance shall be established forever in her footsteps. She will then send forth seventy in pairs, as the Spirit of order and the Light of life, to rejuvenate creation."

She smiled then, put her hands together, and bowed slightly indicating enough words. I didn't feel the need for additional words, so I also made this same parting gesture. A silent understanding that we never really part, but rather remain part of each other, was shared with our eyes under the moonlight. We then walked together down the path of life to the Goddess Dance.