HER STORY IN THE ETERNAL MOMENT OF NOW. C’mere. Closer. Now look here in a clearing, where just after the last wintry blizzard melt, cradled by pines and the sweet earthy of Sage, Tobacco, Sweet Grass, and Cedar all sultry around a campfire, thousands of minute, speedy orange fire spiral-swimmers-disappear-up into Father Sky’s night to wink with stars. Waaaay-way below, a blanketed mountain of a Grandmother sways deep in trance. Her head lifts, nose to the air, she lets loose a wail, “Ah- ah-rrr-ooooo-oh-Mmm-mmmm!” in wolf-speak immediately core-crushing the whole entire earth, making every breathing being within miles leap the … out of their skins. The galaxy shaken. And then, so soft, like a sweet morning dove, “Ah-who-who-who- who?” she whisper/sings a heroine song to the gathered children, their eyes wide. Like animals imagining. Like fireworks in a hawk’s eyes, the evening stars look down and glint knowingly with love.

“Slow down, slow down, slow down!,” the King cautioned Pocahontas, his free-spirited, but Daddy’s-Little-Girl daughter, who was up the next day’s blue dawn howling for the 10,000th time her rendition of The-Wolf-Song-Heroine-Story-Hallowed-of-All-Howled-Myths to her cornhusk and hemp doll and making the 10,000th circle around him. Centuries later the song circled into the radar imagination of Disney animators conjuring and drawing her ancient tale, and one may say the Pocahontas has definitely persisted despite controversy. The root story of Pocahontas has her marrying a boy from the “other side,” a European settler, and then arcs to engravings of her in swanky ruffs as the invited guest presented at the European courts of nobility. However disputed her portrayals, her legacy as a peacemaker dedicated to family and community, an intermediary between Earth and her settlers, and a Master/Mistress Re-Inventor of Self, makes her very much a Goddess and very American as well!

Across the land the legend of this princess dances and waves in the wind from Morning Glory smiles and eager green, glowy wildflower sprouts re-leafing and relieving winter, dawn-rising in the East to the clear, strange scent of Nicotiana tobacco flowers bowing out at midday, and to the tallest, sun-guardian redwoods of the Western dusk. This princess ran through American history as a suffragette; she was a solid-gold Soul Train dancer, and she is a pussy-hatted patriot-ess. Her real name, Matoaka or Flower Between Two Streams, reflects her “connecting” essence, seen here as a Mountain Camellia flower at her heart between two woodland streams. Her Christian name, Rebecca, may be a symbolic gesture to Rebecca of the book of Genesis, who also was the mother of two nations or distinct peoples. She is a “re-beckoning” as Pocahontas is first gate of The 9-Star Passport, the spring season of rebirth, the east direction, the element of wood, and the fresh verdant world of plants. Later in life she was called Rebecca Filia Potentiss, perhaps as in Sister of Potential, having great power, influence, or effect. Just as time spent in nature arises an instinctual devotion to our earthy roots, the same instinctual body-to-earth re-birth truth is found at our first chakra, geographically located at a point between our sit bones.

HER ANCIENT FUTURE SIREN SONG FOR YOU. Feeling un-rooted, anxious, a stranger in a strange land, ungrounded and unknown? Evoke Pocahontas! Her legacy is for us to remember our own foundational experiences running free as a child in touch with the earth. All of us are multi-cultural emissaries between any two streams of humanity or simply choosing our own faith over the fear of others or those of society. The 9-Star Passport’s first chakra is our ROOTS, our basic security; it is our ability to spin out our own precious spider webs of connection, influence, and legacy to invent and own/share new creative cultures from there like Pocahontas. Welcome to Your New/Old Dream. Earth Goddesses may inspire you to make a dream catcher; a shield; a medicine wheel or a potted herb plant to heal and place in Star Gate 1, the Root of your home. Ask your inner girly-girl or tomboy child, Hey, kiddo, what do you feel, desire, or need?

HEAR HER, SENSE HER, HEAL YOU. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Good Morning,” crow cawing, sultry Honeysuckle teasing, frogs twanging. Go outside. Touch the earth, dance with a butterfly, burst a wild berry in your mouth, kiss a tree! Listen to wise great-grandparents! Evoke power with Bloodstone, Smoky Quartz, or rub a Zuni animal fetish stone smooth with prayer. Pamper yourself, hide in your man-cave or gal-wigwam, eat a heap of mashed potatoes, or get with your clan in a sweat lodge. Crochet or knit that thing … make what your Grandmother Spider gave you. Hike trails west to Arizona, or New Mexico. Dance Wild in Black Rock Desert. Stand with the Original People of America in every honoring way, a bridge to peace with our collective wilderness within. This sacred grounding medicine dances with Mother Earth, Father Sky and you as her protector, listening, and healing.

HER MANTRA TO TRY ON FOR SIZE + FIT. Ah! hello, my soul roots. Plant me. Root me. Bare feet toes squishing warm, muddy earth, wading in a babbling brook, I hear my family. This is my family and community. All My Relations. How I love you. Om Mitakuye Oyasin. What a lover of this very moment between worlds I am. Stamp me as Streaming Sun. Beaming Smile. 10,000 times again and again.