To share this life

To Share This Life.
2002
Lynn/Lati Noel

To share this life
To lead and follow
Student and teacher
To discover new knowledge together
with common understanding
and because I love you
I can see this understanding in your eyes and you make me smile

Your strength... do i feel it, sense it, know it...
Spirit... that which guides.
My spirit lives in nature and within natural things.
Quest... to be open to that which guides my path....
being mindful, and listening with my heart.

The Eagles Heart

Lati
1999- Kansas
The Eagles Heart (My Drum Song)
The Eagles Heart sings to the Wolf in the northern sky with a gift from the Hawk.
Listen to the winds....


" listen to your thoughts and the thoughts of others with mindfulness and patience."

The ancient winds of time...
" Our wise and mindful elders"

As they dance across the plains..
"we dance with expressions of our soul on the reflections of our path ahead"

Watch the sunset as it slips beneath the western sky...
"dance with your most spiritual, intense, and powerful self towards
your nearly completed goal. Your sisters and brothers will dance with you"

Hear the calling....
"Listen"....

Hear the cries...
"of sadness and joy"...

Walk the path on the red road to the river bed that once flowed free.... from the mountains, to the plains and onto the sea...... the river now sleeps... and is to long dry...
" Walk in your direction on the river of life, with quality, color and flow."

Follow the river till it bends to the north... and wait there quietly...patiently... for the moonrise in the east... " our new beginnings ....be ready for the gifts you will receive and the knowledge to use these gifts wisely."

Trace the track of the moon across the nights southern sky... " here you will find your most basic and pure self and explore and seek out yourself and your spiritual connections in life."

Fly with the Nighthawk towards the eastern sky....
" towards a higher and lighter awareness... towards new beginnings."

Walk out of the river towards the cotton-wood trees to the north and sit within their shelter..... hear the winds... the ancient winds calling.... hear the ancient winds cries... Look to the east ....for the sun to rise.....
"celebrate your healing and revel in your joy."

Hear your sisters and brothers calling you to begin your life anew... from within your soul softly comes your reply drifting gently on the winds..... the ancient winds of time....

Put your hands with others on the drum... and play with the rhythm of the souls...the music flows through us all and is carried to greet the dawn...

Sing to the wolves on the northern winds... With the hawk comes his gift... lifting our spirits high... freeing our souls to fly.... I am glad to meet you my sisters... my brothers.... you bless my soul and I bless thee....

My hand on my heart... from the drum it came..... gently waking the spirits song. " the first lesson... I learned... to keep the grumpy spirits happy and celebrate a happy song"

With the gift from the hawk.... a tear of joy.... falls from my cheek... the river once dry is now flowing full... wild and free..... From the sea to the mountains... from the mountains to the plains... from the plains to the sea.... the river is free... The circle of life is again complete.

I am well in the light of your sun.... as the eagles heart sings to the wolf in the northern sky with a gift from the hawk. Thank you my brother for your gift.....

Lati June 6,1999 The naming of my drum- To: Jerry and Joan with many blessings and thanks.
To: The Wolf.. Brooke Makai. My heart will always sing to her. and to all my relatives waiting to fly... or be on the wing.... be well.

A Creation Story ( By an Eight Year Old) Brooke!

A Creation Story
March 14, 1997
Brooke Makai Noel

Once upon a time in a faraway land lived a little seed of birth that God has given a land of Nothing: he called it that because all it is is a land of rock, a little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and that seed grew: first it gave onecelled creatures, then the creatures came together for a meeting. "this Island is hardly anything, we're the only life, we need something more" and so God planted another seed which gave grass, lakes and waterfalls.

Next God took a bottle from where she lived up in heaven, broke it up in tiny pieces. The biggest piece made the sun. It reflected on heaven's lights. God shaped the glass into one ball and put holes on every side and then put fire inside. The one celled creatures were happy; as soon as they went down by the lake to drink they realized the lake was so far away and they were hot. They prayed "please were hot hand thirsty, let us have shade.

God made trees, a rain forest, thunder and night. She called the light day and the
darkness night. This pleased the cells at first ; then everything felt so big they had nightmares of being stepped on. One of the oldest creatures had a dream which she told everyone at meeting time. "My one celled creatures, we are so tiny no one will be able to see us, it would be an accident if we were hurt but we can create illness just by living, that we cause harm is an accident just like if they were to harm us.

If they get sick they will try to get healthy by killing us but we must try to live. Wouldn't we rather live and then have died instead of die without trying to live. We will show the other animals they have only lived on earth one minute compared to us and so God created cougars, reptiles, mammals, rodents, fish and birds, but she did not make humans yet. Then she realized that island was the only land. If she put one
more thing on it it would be too crowded so she created more land, and more and more and more until it looks like it is today if you can imagine it without humans and human's work. She took one female and one male from heaven, took off their wings and sent them down to earth.

They made babies and their babies had babies and step parents and brothers and sisters and everyone had babies and on and one until they figured out craft work to make things like they are today. They worked and worked and worked. As soon as they make a bed a bed they lied down to rest in so they could work and work some more until they worked today. But the two angles were so big and their daughters were so big and so was everyone until they learned to shrink with all the work, God didn't want them to hurt the littler creatures so they turned the angles into stone statues. The people who saw them blessed them and anyone who Became too big turned into stone.
Soon people blessed them and made their own statues of people in history that were great to them and that is how it is to this day.

A song about the story:


Oh if all the people were made out of clay and the statues too then god would make them all of stone and they would have babies and the rest of us would not even have a clue what they would do they have all the things they needed and all the rest of that they even had animals but they never caught a bat. and that was all of that when they caught a bat they simply wanted more they simply wanted more but a little girl let it fly away right through the door she liked to watch it fly and fly straight out of the door though sometime she swooped at mosquitoes, sometimes she would not she had alto of freckles she had a big dot on her forehead she went to Australia instead she helped the animals all over the earth she got a job of being a forest ranger I have plenty of things to take care of and that is what I like and she helped nature grow and grow in spit of the people all over town she ignore them
sometimes even her parents because she was so into nature, she loved the sound of nature on top of the group all the honey bees and bird and reptiles all the animals she would bare we could take care of the air so she could breath but what she really wants was a little girls and all of nature.

A Shelter

Norma and Brooke in Alaska at my cabin. Norma.. Mom and Grandma
A Shelter
2002- Kansas
Brooke Makai Noel
A shelter from the wind.
A shelter from the rain.
A shelter by a river for food,
growth and gain.
A shelter from the snow.
A shelter from the sun.
A shelter to put my home in
where my family are one.
A shelter for two or three or for
many other families. Many, many more.
More people come and shelters have to move.
Many people go and on it goes.
Time and time again.
Little corners left.
Why is it our neighbors are many miles west ?
They can take a shelter, but they can not take a home.
A home is where your heart is.
Not just where we are from.

When

When
Brooke Makai
1998

When

When we part the walls of silver lightening
to stop the wars and all the fighting.

Where little children rest their heads
and start their dreaming in their beds.

Of a new world, a better peace
Where they grow at their own pace.

Lakota Instructions for Living

Lakota Instructions for Living.. in 54 seconds. It's just that simple.... GET IT.

Willing To Become a Tree
Lynn Noel
7-99- Kinsley Kansas

I had just come from within the medicine wheel with my friends.... The night moon was full and bright. It was a magical night of mystery.

I walked the roadway my bare feet touching the earth. I saw a tree stump cut just above the ground... I stood upon the tree.. As if to be a tree.

It felt uncomfortable... this bonding with the tree. Pain rippled through my feet and up my legs...

What was this pain.. to whom did it belong... To me, the tree or was it a shared pain in our knowing our scars.

We struggled the tree and I.... shifting, adjusting our weight , balance and fit....
Suddenly my arms reached out... branches of the tree my arms became.

I stood tall within the spirit of the tree... within the sacred life. Almost as suddenly as my arms had raised... the fell to my sides.... eyes closing.

Eyes open to the night moon and to the mysteries of life. I stood tall, bending, strong and sure of the tree... I could see my arms holding the moon, I could feel my arms at my sides holding my spirit.

As I stepped off the tree. I bent to touch itís scared surface with my hands..
a few more words and we parted... Each thanking the other.... For a moment we forgot the connection of balance of the sacred life.

Bless you my roots, our roots I said.... the tree replied: Beneath the scars my roots still grow and will forever support anyone willing to stand with me and be a tree.

My Personal War. I won... Native Son

Warning: Note:
This is not a true call to War and I do not ask anyone to harm another. It is a call to your soul to know yourself and to cut out that in your lives you know is not right, that which is not necessary. Rethink who you are, who you have become. Find your true self and true name. When you have done these things speak your name and I will hear you and know that I am not alone in hearing the cries of the children, of the elderly and in my passing I will not be alone for I will know that I passed on in a good and honorable way knowing that I will not be forgot. Because you know my name and I know yours. My friend. I bless my mother "Norma" and my friends and the silence I have known in my life. I bless All My Relatives who have spoken to me in a good way.

I am Lati.

Native Son
10-13-02
Kinsley Kansas

I am a white man because of the color of my skin, because of my family and our lineage and because of our language which I have learned, spoken and continue to create. Our culture now reaches out to create in our image a new world
culture.

Throughout time, my time, my family, forefathers were all raised in the ways of the culture.It is not I would like to think anyone's fault.... It is as we were raised.

It is what we know as a culture, men women, children. It is the knowledge and ways of our ancestors...We are a lost culture and we are afraid and in our fear we seek to destroy ourselves our children and our home. Mother Earth.

Fear.. because we are ignorant, small and single minded... Our shame.... we are without heart... without spirit.
We are becoming a world culture who is creating our language which continues to bury our children and our elders
without dignity... without honor. For our people I mourn... For we are truly a lost people.

I am a Native Son because beneath my skin like all brothers, sisters I am.... we are red, we are one.. all things all my relatives. With all my relatives I sing a mourning song for that which world culture is destroying without regard because of greed and oneness.... of self.

I turn my back to these things now... these ways, this culture... that which the our culture says is good and proper... further they say they are right because their god and religion justify their cause and actions to all others on this planet... this world. There is only one "God" and he/she is within us all. There is no separation from self just as there is no separation from "God"

I am a Native Son and I turn now to face the center with my all my relatives and embrace my true family.... for it is here within the center I must be to truly know our hearts as one... all my relatives.

You might ask how it is I come to this place, this heart, this knowledge of the Great Mystery ? It is quite simple. I have journeyed far and long... a life time... far from the culture you create and your ways. It was a hard journey and long fighting the battles of the soul.

It was a journey I took into the wilderness alone. I was alone with my heart. With this knowledge I have been taught and have learned. Within moments of my arriving I knew something was desperately wrong. I knew I must fight the sacred fight. The battle of self for I could no longer lie to myself, cheat myself or surely I would die and within moments if not within days or weeks.

I knew at once I must forget that which I had been taught by many in my life. Forget the language of the elders I knew for they were not wise and or honest in their teachings of the proper way to be.

Alone. I began the struggle. The fight. I survived the moments, the days, the weeks and as time grew long and turned into years I found myself one day surrounded by all my relatives. They came to me and spoke. I was astonished for I thought they could not speak. They were all there. The four legged, the winged ones, the swimmers and the crawlers. The green, the waters in the forms of rivers, streams, lakes and the ocean. The old ones the rocks and mountains. Mother Earth and Father Sky, The Four Winds and Directions and I found myself within the Great Mystery and I was humbled. I am humble and therefore I listened with patience. I knew I must be quiet so that I could hear and truly understand their language.

They took me to a place deeper within the wilderness far from everything I thought I knew. As we walked in silence the gathering grew and grew and the forest became deep and dark. It was a place where everything was wet and cool and as I walked I became as clean and as pure as the land upon which my bare feet now walked.

All at once the darkness within my soul and the forest opened up and the sun shined in with a brilliance and warmth I will never forget. There we all there with me. All my relatives. We spent the day in preparation for the night to come. The meeting of the council the furthering of my teaching and the knowing of my life.

I was given a name at birth (Lynn) I was given a name by my friends the Owl and Bear (Lati). Now I would come to know my name and my true self as one. Tonight I would for the first time speak my name with courage. I am Lynn/Lati. Hear my name as I speak so that you may also know my name.

I come to you now and in a humble way to tell you my story. To tell you the story of who you are and the story of the world culture we have become. Some of you know your names and speak them clearly and in a good and proper way. Be sure I hear you now as I have always heard you.

Others speak, but they do not know their name and their voice is weak for they are dying. We must answer their calls, answer their cries. For some it will be to late and they will pass on. For the children we must move with great swiftness or they will be lost also as will we all.

I return now to my story... the meeting of the council with All My Realitives They told me of these things I have now told you and they gave me a knife and told me what I must do......

With my knife to the flame I made it pure within the fire. I smudged myself within the sacred smoke of cedar, sage and sweetgrass and sat within the council with my relatives the eagle, bear, elk and raven... I sat quite without a word and listened to the council speak. They told me I am a Native Son and called me to join them in a fight. The sacred fight with all my relatives. The bear spoke to me as he smudged me within the sacred smoke.... As I listened to his wisdom I pulled my blade from the fire and with the blessings of the counsel I go fourth now to do battle with a world culture and their ways.... to fight for the children and the old ones... to protect them from a world culture who have adopted these ways, these teachings, this language and black hearts.

I now sing a warriors song given to me by the bear. Hear me as I growl. Feel my mother earth move as I walk in your direction. Towards you.

The choice is yours as you gave us the choice. Adopt the ways of the earth people or be abandoned and or pushed onto the small reservations you the world culture call our homes.

On the path of war I will wield my blade. Cutting out your tongue so you can no longer speak your language of lies. I will cut off your hands so you can no longer write your words that hold no truth. I will cut out your hearts for as your words and writing they have no honor and no meaning for my people of the earth for all my relatives.

I am not your son, not your brother. I am Lynn/Lati my mothers son. I abandon your world culture to suffer as we have suffered and perhaps to die as you have left countless of my family to suffer or die without honor, without dignity.

As I come to you with my blade drawn. Know that I offer life as well as death. Death without dignity or honor. Life with dignity and honor for all life that is sacred.

The struggle. This fight will be long. Has been long. The battles will be bloody. Have been bloody but we will succeed in our ways, for there is no other way. You will surely kill us all with your ways. So we choose to fight for life. For all life as we the Native Sons are strong within spirit. Strong within all our relations.

This battle may last a thousand years perhaps more, but of this be sure. We shall win and we shall win without your knowing for you are ignorant and savage in your ways and wil

How do I know these things you might ask ?
The reasons are so simple and right under your noses. So close you choose to be blind. Look around you. Your creations even now are crumbling into dust. Returning moment by moment to mother earth from where you came, from which all things were born.

I suggest you run as fast as you can. Leave your cities, your creations, your guns, your violence, your greed, your selfish ways, your teachings, your "Gods which you have made and which justify your struggle"

Take with you your families, friends and neighbors and return to the wilderness to wait by the fire. To wait by the river. To be in the quiet and listen to the council with your souls and hearts open.

I will return with the other Native Sons one day when the battle is done to see what you have learned. To see what your hearts have become and how you have taught and raised our children.

Together we will smoke the pipe, feast and dance the dance of one nation within the circle of life, within the Great Mystery. We shall beat our drums and bang our rattles and blow on the whistle of the Eagle and we shall honor the council, the elders and the children.

We shall then send our children back into the world for they will have the knowledge of the forgotten. The will know the proper way to be. They will know the songs and how to dance. They will know how to live properly within the circle of life.

As for the Native Sons. Here we shall remain. In the wilderness to honor and take care of the elderly who we have shamed and forgotten. In a humble way we will take care of them without a word for we have no right to speak. We shall listen to the elders take the time to understand all that we never had the patience or will to learn all that has been gained in our absence.

We shall learn their language, songs and dance in humble way as we tend to their needs and the needs of the council. The council will also speak and we will listen. Listen to the Four Legged, the Crawlers, Swimmers and Winged Ones. We shall listen to the Thunder Beings and to the Four Winds and to the teaching of the Directions. We shall listen and learn without a word to the Green, to Father Sky and Mother Earth. We will listen to the old ones the Rock and the Mountains for they have had the most patience of all.

Once we have heard their language and know it in our hearts, our souls and when we have become old and wise within the ways of the earth people. Then and only then will our children return.

It will be our time to rest. To be taken care of and respected. By our children. It will be our time to join the council. To take our place as the elders must. It will our time to teach our children. It will be our time to smile for we will know that we have finally come full circle within the circle of life. As we have for the first time in many generations honored ourselves, the red road , our Mother, our Father and All our Relatives. For the first time we have honored our children because we choose fight and won the battle.

Because we have fought and because we have knowledge of the struggle and have overcome ourselves and have become as one within all things. We will teach our children the songs, and the dances of life. Of the sacred life so that they will not forget what we have sacrificed in this battle. Our very souls.

Then at last when we have done our duty in our humble way. We shall return to the fire and return our blades to the council. The war is over and we shall rest for the remainder of our days in comfort till our Mother and our Father takes us home.
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This story was born out of a dream in which my daughter Makai and her drum were sought out by the people of this world culture. The people who believe in this world culture of destruction, of lies, of selfishness and disregard for all sacred life. They came to chase her down. To destroy her drum, he heart, and her life because she stands against these ways of this world culture with the Native Sons.

In her wisdom she ran to the wilderness and sought shelter and safety within the comfort a of the council within the comfort of the deep woods. From this place she called my name and crying out that I might hear her and respond. I heard her terror, her heart pleading that these people this world culture and these ways must be stopped. Her life and so many others must be saved. She cried out to me her death song and I heard her plea to live. I heard all of the children cry.

I am a Native Son, as are you all. We are the only ones who can take up this fight. Please lend me your soul, lend me your heart and together we shall move forward to do what we must. To do what our children are crying out for us to do.

Save ourselves from ourselves before it's to late. Before we can no longer stand within the council of All of Our Relatives. Our heads hung in disgrace and as we tell them we have failed.

Bless us All My Relatives as we as I begin the struggle now. Do not give in my Native Brothers we have much to gain. Our honor, our hearts and the praise of our children and of our Mother, our Father, of all life within the circle. All Our Relatives

If we fail. We shall never know it because of our ignorance and we will die alone hearing our children cry.

Lynn/Lati

I ask you now. Go into the wilderness if only for a few days. And when you return... Let me know who you have become. I will be waiting to hear your name as you speak.

I leave now for the wilderness.... for ten days. To know the direction I will take upon my return. I hope we will walk together and in a hubble way with All Our Relatives and our Relationships as one.


Lynn/Lati

The story of my drum. The Center of my life. I am now a keeper.

The Healing Shrine

The Story of My Drum.....
Lynn /Lati Noel
Kansas 1999

From my mother I came

On the ancient lands I grew....
A seed cast on the wind source to meet mother earth.
As I reached out of my shell I touched mother earth... the attraction was instant...

Calling forth my growth.... mother earth open up and accepted my roots and my yearning to join her and all the life she holds within her.... mother earth.
I could not resist our joining.

Plunging my roots deeply within her soils I grew.. a year, five, ten, a hundred, a thousand and more. I became a great home to myself and to all of the creatures of the land and sky. They come to me for food, protection, shade, shelter from the rains and sun.

They climb within my branches, fly and perch on the heights of my highest limbs to rest, gather strength and to know the safety of my home. Here within my home we tell stories of the natural, nature and the wilderness. Stories of all the children Our family of life.

As I grew older, I learned to stand tall within my home reaching for the sky and sun.... though sometimes bending and swaying within the space where earth and sky meet.

One day a great wind blew across the plains.

It was the mountains heart wind down from the north... Honoring the eagles mate....
My trunk has faced east towards her heart for many lifetimes now. I look into the sunrise of her smile with the beginning of each new day blessed by her love and the new life given to us all this new day.


It was during the Hot Sun Moon that a williwa wind blew out of the north... it felt cool on my skin in the heat of summer.... I danced wildly with the north winds.... my leaves flew about with the great winged ones. On the winds we danced....

I reached out one of my limbs to touch the sky...
To short were they.... to high the sky.

So I cast off one of my limbs to the sky. Breaking open and exposing my inner self,
my soul to all..

As the branch fell from the sky earth bound I felt the loss of my limb touch the earth... mother earth again accepted my gift ... my giving of myself to her.

She gave back to me mother earth... healing my opened soul my broken branch cast off
as I danced with the northern winds.

I grew in silence for many years after... reaching for the sky.... the stub that was my branch weathered, decaying began to hollow. It became the claw of the eagle reaching out to capture the sun in the sky as it flew by.

A man came on the north windsource one day. Like an eagle he perched within my highest branches. Looking within my tree he saw my decaying limbs and in seeing them cut them from me. Blessing and healing my wounds. The man then climbed down out of my branches onto my trunk. He jumped into the air as if to fly. Falling gracefully to the earth his feet came to rest on mother earth with mine.

We stood there together the man and I. Tall in the north winds as they gently touched the ancient lands with the coolness of the north, bending, dancing, and silent.

The man laid his hands on me and offered this prayer. Bless you my brother, my sister, the fallen one. Earth, sky and sun set your spirit free to fly with me.

He blessed the north winds, the earth, sky, the sun with his offerings of smoke and prayers in a mindful way. He then told me he was leaving but would soon return to sing the song of your giving and of your gift....
of your life, dying and rebirth.

He left on the east wind carrying with him my scared remains. His touch remains soft on my skin... my bark. I feel his coming and heís not yet out of sight... I watched him fly higher and higher circling above me till his wings touched the sky...

His mate came on the wing.... on the east wind to join him...
they locked talons and tumbled down from the sky separating just above me I could feel the windsource on their wings gently touching my leaves with life....

The two flew off in separate directions the female back to the east and the male to the north. I watched them fly till night fell in pink, purple and sliver. The wolf came with the moon rising across the southern sky... she told me about the eagle she saw flying with my limbs northward.

She also knew this eagle and told me stories about him. He lives in the land of the north slopes near the sea. Between the endless horizons of the sea and mountains. His home is on the Lowe River between Makai and Shauntee Mountains in the range of the Chugach Mountains. From his home he can see from the mountains to the sea... from the horizons of the sun ... of the moon...

There are two rivers flowing through the land below. The Lowe and Valdez. From the mountain tops where the eagle lives their waters were born... together they meet in the valley of the Makai... the wolf. and of the Shauntee... the lynx.... meeting in the valley they flow together within one water across the earth meeting and joining the sea.

The river flows free, running wild and full, from the mountains to the sea... the river is free. The eagle knows the river. The rapids, the canyons, the valleys, eddies, the ëvísí of the correct path on the river... The deep fast moving channels of life which hold us all with the waters to meet the sea.

The Makai told me more about the land of the north... of the endless summer sun of the long days and of the long nights the endless darkness. Of the mysteries of the Northern lights which dance in the sky within the northern land.... of the wilderness nature and the natural ways in which all things there live... The land of seasons of extreme.

...... Silently they sat together the Makai and the tree.... Looking at the moon.. a pair of owls came from within the mystic light... bringing with them the more news of the eagle. One owl spoke her name ìlady of the lakeî and the other was windsource.

The Lady of the Lake spoke of the eagle and how she saw the eagle give your branches to the bear. The bear took the great branch and tore it in two pieces giving them back to the eagle. The eagle carried them to the banks of the river Lowe.... Like eating a salmon the eagle gripped the log in his claws he tore out the interior decaying wood from within the branch with his powerful beak.

The river began to flow red and many creatures came to feed on your remains tossed out of you by the eagle. It was a great gathering of the clan of the north. The eagle stopped his work and spoke to the clan of the north..... the dying, the decay is cleansed and the wood of the cotton wood tree is healed.

Offer your prayers to her ëthe treeí for her giving to us all of herself. In sharing her life, dying, renewal and rebirth. Come now to the valley of the Makai of the Shauntee and sit with me and tell me your stories under the northern lights and the moon.

As the clan spoke their names and their stories the great eagle took his claws and carved their story in the flesh of the logs.... The land of the north of the natural, nature and wilderness.. the clan brought gifts to the eagle... feathers, moss, northern woods and rock, fur, and hides.

The eagle took the gifts placing some within the log resembling his claw reaching out for the sun. This is our heart he said to the clan.... Held within with beauty, mystery, and knowing what we know... what we are sure of... our life knowledge.

He held up the other log... carved in itís skin was a picture of the eagle and of our land... the northern land of two rivers, of the Makai and the Shauntee.. It tells the story of the red road the right path....

The bear gave the eagle two elk hides which he had torn and some shredded lacing ...
the eagle capped the logs on one end tying the heads securely with the lacing to the log.... The bear told the eagle to let the hides dry until the sun rises in the east and await the magic to come.

Another Owl Windsourse is her name.... she came from the east. With her came a hawk,
a raven and a bear known as lazy J. They came from the plains where the cottonwood tree grew. Windsource thanked me for helping to heal her tree. She and the others told their story of the ancient mountains heart of the plains.

Of the ancient lands and peoples, of the great mountains now sand dunes across the plains. It was the story of their lives and of the natural, nature and wilderness within us all. Though in this world. We are not of it... they spoke of the elders knowledge.

Lazy J the bear spoke his story of his life. I am the keeper of the drum... the bear he began. As we listened to the bears story.... We knew we were also the keepers of the drum.. the story tellers of our life, our lives, our nature, natural and wilderness. The protectors of the ancient ways.

Lazy J the bear took up the log from the cotton wood tree on the plains and held
it towards the rising sun. You are the drum he said... meet grandfather sun, and to
the drum he said... this is your brother the eagle... your keeper... the keeper of the drum.

He will keep you in this land of the northern sky so that the stories we have told of our lives will live within his hands and yours. Take your hands from your hearts.... and touch this drum. Tracing the circle of life on itís skin.... take your hand back to your heart and trace the circle of life within your heart.

Begin your drumming following the beat within our hearts... Begin on the edges of the drum again tracing the circle of life, gently waking the spirits within the drum... began moving softly towards the center of the drum with each beat of your heart... softly then loudly as you move to the center of the drum...

When the center of is reached.... beat loudly when you feel our hearts meeting....
we meet within one heart beat. We are the drum The keepers of the drum... The story tellers...

The Owl Winsource spoke again... It is time for the eagle to return with us to the cotton wood on the plains... To bring the gift of rebirth to the land.... the river long to dry is free flowing, wildly from the mountains across the plains to the sea the river is free.

They took flight in the morning sun.... flying into the rising colors of day.
The windsource, lady of the lake, the raven following the beat of the mountains
heart home to the plains to the ancient ones.

As they had left they returned from within the sun they brought the gift of rebirth
to the land the drum to the tree. The eagle told the story of the northland journey,
the story of the drum, the great gathering of the clan and the stories of their life of their hearts... The tree wept with joy seeing her child the drum within the claws of the eagle. Her childís heart beat loudly.

Windsource and the Raven invited the eagle into the medicine wheel on the plain...
the wheel of life. There the eagle blessed the drum and the sacred life of the land of his sisters and brothers of his father and mother, grandfather and grandmother and of all families within the circle of life.

The eagle vowed he would keep the sacred life alive and tell the story of life.
Windsource and Raven shared many gifts with the eagle... the greatest gift was
the meeting of their children.

Strong youthful hearts beating loudly, clearly... We are your children hear our
hearts beating as one with the natural, nature of wilderness. We are youthful and
you our elders must teach us to be mindful of our hearts, of the path on the red road, of the drum, of the circle of life... we are your future. The keepers of the drum.... the story tellers.

Protect us said the children to the eagle... from those which would do us harm...
we are your children... nurture us well with beauty, inspire us with the story of
the sacred life and set us free... Flying beyond your years our story to tell of the
ancient oneís gone before, of the keepers of the drum, of our hearts beating as one.... the children spoke to the eagle.... to me.

The eagle heart was touched by the children.... youthfulness and awe filled the
eagles spirit lifting him higher and higher above the circle of life... the medicine
wheel on the plains... above the children...

The raven joined the eagle in the sun and spoke these works to the eagle....
This eagle your lightning chant... your power and ours. Learn it... know it in
your heart, speak it from your heart.

Know and speak of our hearts beating as one... the ancient ones, fathers,
mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, the children... our family. All within the sacred life we are alive.

The Lightning Chant
Light of power. Lance of light.
Touch this crystal stone
send its life in arrows through my sacred ground within.
Send the light, send the power...
Touch this crystal stone...
Touch this body. Touch this spirit
Keep the sacred life alive. From the Raven-Sissy. 7-99

The eagle flew into the sun.... His shadow nearly covered the earth....
his wing tips shot lightning out filling the sky. Calling out to the mountains
heart his soul mate to join him. She came on the east wind to join with him.

Talons locking together they blocked out the sun... a moment of darkness ...
the mystery of life took the children home.

Tumbling earthbound... the sun broke from within their spirits filling the sky
with color..... the sky heavy with light with color poured down upon the earth
upon the sacred life alive.

The pair separated to the east and west circling to the north they met at the river long to dry... which now flowed wild and free from the mountains to the plains, from the plains to the sea... the river of life is free. The circle of life is again complete.

The pair of eagles honored their love for each other there beside the river..
Vowing not to forget their love, their friendship, the gifts they received and gave... They vowed to keep the sacred life alive... I also took that vow!

lati-lynn
Kinsley Ks.99

Drum with me....

Touching Peace. A poem I wrote in 1991

Touching Peace
1999 Alaska
Lynn/Lati Noel

When I touch life with deep awareness and mindfulness I touch all moments.
Past, present and future. There is no greater joy or peace I find in this life than
the moment of being fully aware of life.

I have experienced this life as many have. As many will, and as many do.
We are one. So why would we not share the same experiences. I know my past,
my present and future... they are one. All meeting in the same time and place
within my spirit. I am one with all things.

The way I experience life has not always been this way. Like others.
I used to worry about many things. Money, jobs, bills, mortgages, friends,
lovers, family. Much of my life was consumed with catching up, trying to
get or stay ahead. Rarely did I feel I was breaking even emotionally or financially.

Within the moment I find myself within all things. I know I am here in Alaska.
My feet touching the snow. My face in the sun. Eyes closed. I breathe in the
air not as an unconscious act but with awareness. I feel the air passing over my lips, across my tongue, into my throat, filling my lungs. My chest begins to expand slowly.

Once my lungs are full I pause for a brief second to feel the fullness within.
How I have taken in the world. I slowly begin to exhale. As I empty my lungs I release myself from all but the moment. I see myself standing in the snow. The snow begins to melt and becomes a river. t first I find myself on the water or more properly. I am a wave. I was out of control as I curled within the currents and crashed on rocks and other obstacles.

I have traveled the river for many miles as a wave. I am more than a wave.
I am the river. I am the water. This was not something I knew without awareness. As the water I am all things. Touching all things. It is a global prospective.)

I touch a friend who is dying in this life. She is not dying but continuing.
She will live within me as she will live within all who know her.
I am there beside her now. I can see her smile and feel her warmth thought
we have never met in person. She is the water.

I touch a stranger. Like the wave he is riding on. Angry with his world. Blaming,Selfish angry as the wave. He struggles fighting his way. He's stuck now in the snow. I watch him cursing, yelling at his wife for his mistakes. She begins to cry as the wave washes over her. She to becomes the wave. Struggling within the water.

I see a man a woman and their children. They are the wave. I watched as the Father and Mother let the smile of their child go unnoticed. The child went to play with his brother. The two laughing children were told to shut up so the parents could watch TV. They are the wave.

The water runs through us all. This water of life. It has no beginning... no end.
It is continuous. It is the past, present and future, it is the moment when all things are possible...
even becoming the river.

A Poem By Elaine Casey. (My Friend) Happiness It Will Achieve

Happiness It Will Achieve

A pained soul.
Unhappy with the journey that it has taken.
The desire to find it's right partner is growing stronger every day.
Looking back at what it wished it had done.
The depression setting in.
The fear, anger, and frustration all attacking it's border.
Invading and causing havoc.
But,
A light is now shining inside.
A change is occurring.
The hope that something better is out there becomes alive within.
The right partner might be out there.
The soul mate it wants.
Sometimes, It wants to leave with no thought, no plan.
But, that would destroy its chance for survival.
It feels trapped.
Wondering how to get out.
When to get out.
Should it really depart it's existing situation.
Be happy for itself, or make others happy by remaining?
That light continues to shine.
The idea becomes a plan.
The plan will be put into action.
Life will be better.
The depression is still there though.
The existing situation still tries to keep it from leaving.
But it must go.
It must be with the right one.
The soul mate that it needs.
That it wants.
That it deserves.
The time has come.
The decision has been made.
Happiness it will achieve.

Lynn-Six Months to Live (1997)

Lynn- You have six months to live.

I knew when I left Seattle for this cabin in Alaska my life would change.
I had no idea I had so little time to live.
Is this why I wrote this vision down. It was a a chance for life.
--
My Life's Journey Continues
7/96
Lynn/Lati Noel
I came to Alaska leaving behind many meaningful and important things in my life.
As the miles between Seattle became greater I sorted out that part of my life that could no longer be and put it behind me. Like the dust curling behind my truck in the wind. I will also settle down to the earth.

This is a journey of self experience and awareness. Guided by my spiritual guide the eagle. I will climb ever higher so that my visions of life are full. I will also soar close to the earth so that I may experience the moment and detail of its offerings so sweet.

I'll continue to look for my soul mate along the way. I have shared the vision of the eagle's love embrace. Locked together risking their love and friendship on the wing. Trusting in one an other's connection with confidence... they fall nearly to the earth. Only to soar again in celebration of their bond. Separate yet forever together.

I have also shared the vision of the eagle of this land called the last frontier. Alaska. I have seen this place many times in my visions. It's more beautiful than I thought it could be. From a place that fed on my soul to a place that feeds my soul. I am beginning to again feel my rhythm's of life come into harmony with my mother earth.
On the wing... to travel my journey. To explore all that it has to offer with new passion for each moment...
--
Six Months to Live... I called my daughters and brought them to Alaska. My friend Sharon also beside me. I made my peace as I had little choice it seemed. I had been diagnosed with a progressive cancer in Seattle and was infomed of the news once I got back to Alaska.

Not many know this. Some family and friends. One a dear lifelong friend never knew as we never discussed it. Several years ago I found out John was also diagnosed with the same outcome at the same time. We both were misdiagnosed... Thank GOD! Bad Tests.

This news did not change much for me in terms of my death. I died anyway or big parts of me did.
When faced with death.. not much mattered beyond my daughters, family, friends, my peace with all of them and my peace with or in my death.

Not a job, money, food shopping, laundry, travel, school, my list of what I needed got really short.
How people reacted to this news still shocks me as I see it repeated in nearly every death I have known or wittnessed. It's not about you.. the people who are not dying. It is about the person dying. Help them to go in peace and with your blessing. It's a big journey and one we all will make alone. No one crosses with us.

Some people got angry, others told me to have courage, others walked away because they could not face death... had nothing to do with mine. My death.

Life. What I learned about dying. Generally we'll not get a warning.. We know it's coming and yet we struggle so hard in life. We are dying... What is important in your life? This is your warning to live it "WELL" When the time comes for me. I'll know love and will not struggle. Thank you all who have shown me this way. See you on the other side....
Lynn/Lati

p.s. give away all your stuff so family,friends, foes can't fight over your life things.. Leave them nothing but your love. If they don't get your love... they don't get it.

Death.. No worries. We die and are reborn every day... What can you let die off in your life so that you might more fully live your life? I've died many times. Go to the light.....:-)
aho!

Don't pay your DEATH TAX.
Picture Note: Mississippi, Hurricane Katrina. I went to help out and got really tired. This was a place I found to rest, die and be reborn. Mississippi died too. I saw it. Mississippi will be reborn too!

The Humming Bird and Light

I wrote this poem in 1974. I was in the US Navy in Guantanamo Bay Cuba. Some How I guess I knew light would be needed to expose this thuth. Ours.

Light
Wa. 1974
Lynn Noel

In amazement I stand.
As I am surrounded by people.

Their faces seem friendly,
yet within their shadows
are cast their hidden truths.

For a light I pray.
A light to dissolve their shadows,
leaving only their exposed truths, for all to know.

Yet, I also have a shadow. Within it I hide all I wish not to be seen.

I find myself afraid.
Afraid of what the light will expose
my truths as well.

Shall I become one with the others
in the world and find myself hiding in the shadows;
to live in this world of darkness.

I choose the light.
I choose to have nothing to hide.

-- Picture Note: 2007. We have lots of Hummers. In the morning light we see shadows of them on the walls of our Yurt and wake to the beating of their wings. Light Brings Light.

journal june 11, 1852-unknown

as i climbed the cliffs, when i jarred the foliage, i perceived an exquisite perfume which i could not trace to its source.
ah, those fugacious
universal fragrances of the meadows and woods!
odors rightly mingled!
journal june 11, 1852-unknown

Photo: Jemez Mt.s New Mexico 2007

Robert Louis Stevenson

"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the
best we can find in our travels is an honest friend."-
Robert Louis Stevenson
Picture Information: Was taken on Susan's Birthday in th Jemez Mountains on September 11,2007. What I know. Nature always shows me a sign. This to me a sign of the Raven and it's magic, knowing, and night. Evetything has meaning. Seek it. Everything has a voice. Hear it, listen. Then you can decide on it's intent and your action. Lati

Tonight I Dance

Tonight I Dance
Within the Medicine Wheel
Kansas, 1999 - Lynn Noel/Lati

I dance wildly into a trance, within the spirit energy of my clan.
From our voices rise a chores which draw down to us the raw power from the heavens. We are grounded deeply within Mother Earth. Within the clan, with all our relatives.

As we give rise to this power a woman appears with wings. She comes to me and offers me drink. It's an elixir of magic, that of the sexual energies between a man and woman she explains. She then commands me to drink.

Just rising the glass to my lips, I feel the currents of her being as sure as I can feel the currents of a river...of the oceans surging within my heart. We are in harmony.

She is dynamic, dramatic and every cell of my being vibrates alive. One blissful self. I can not describe it. I must learn moment by moment.

I drink. I feel tremors and I am suddenly weak. I fall to the ground, my body in spasms. I am filled with a great strength of such vibrating intensity I feel my soul shot from within my body to the heavens.

It is there that I am greeted and united by a gathering community and the family of my clan. Within the community of the souls we are bonded by our humanity.

This woman with wings again appears to me. Do you see what you behold? A fire filled spirit of woman. She is strong and unnumbered. She is physical and passionate. She is hard to keep still and so are you.

You are always searching, acutely aware and using good judgment. You are tender and giving to others. You are a teacher and must resist confusion.

You are wisdom and will continue to seek the deeper truths within yourself and life.

I thought you might like to dance this woman said; as with her wings she rose above me, speaking to me as she lifted. Expose yourself now my brother and do not deny your heart so willing to dance with me. Know the woman within and love her as I do the man within me.

I woke laying within the wheel, within the circle of my clan. My long grey hair, my blue jeans and in my waking my friend asked. "So who have you become?"

- note: Today. I have become Lati of course! We are oneness.

Time to Heal

Time
Brooke Makai Noel
1999

Moss, creeping up through time
Covering, growing over the past
So it's hidden when the moon's light is cast.

Seeds, thrown over the forgotten
The branches help too, after
they are rotten.

Grow little flowers help heal that which has been done,
So once more this graveyard will see the sun.

Love is always more important than Greed.

Love Is Always More Important Than Greed
June 15, 1997
Brooke Makai Noel

We are working for what we've got
not just working for what we want

We've got everything that we need
so why should we work for only greed?

Love is important, friendship too
Put them together and they'll stick like glue

I love the sea , the moon too
but most of all I love you

I've got every thing that I need
there's no room in my heart left over for greed.
Poems are apart of love, love is apart of Brooke.


--- If a child know's this why do the rest of us struggle in love?

The Gift My Daughter Gave to me. The Freedom to Fly

Happy Birthday Spirit Song (To Dad)
2002
Brooke Makai Noel
The Raven drums proud on the paper moon
and the Wolf cries out her song
for on this day a spirit was made
and he goes by many a name... listen
"I am all... I am one!
I will share my native pride.
Hear my song!... See my face!
There is knowledge in my stride."
To one a son... to me a dad
and friends to all creation.
With wooden canoes
and moccasin shoes
a natural born skier
The words they beat
and the fingers they strum
It's never a boring time
he yearns to fly from sky to sky
So I praise him with this song.

Love Brooke

In both worlds.. We live. Yes Brooke there is someone like you...Like me

In Both Worlds
November 1,2000
Brooke Makai Noel

Drip, drip, drip
Hard, firm boulder
Drip, drip, drip
Broken bits of rock
Tick Tock Tick
Sound on my shoulder
Also in my shoes and socks

Whir, whir, whir
Also in my shoes and socks
Sound on my shoulder
Tick, tock, tick
Broken bits of rock
Drip, drip, drip
Hard, firm, boulder
Drip, drip, drip
How will the future be?
Hmm Mmm Hmm
Will there be someone like me?

Define Love.

July of 2001
Brooke Makai Noel
Define To Me Love

Love is blinding
Love is as clear as black and white
Love is the future
Love is the past
Love is magic
Love is chemistry
Love is a man
Love is a women
Love is alive
Love is dead
Love is what you have
Love is what you don't have
Love is a happy ending
Love is a tearful break-up
Love is forever
Love is never
Love is light
Love is dark
Love is you
Love is me
Love can be anything or nothing
But it will always be