A Cowboy's Dream of Indians -- Spirit Quest
A Cowboy Dreams of Indians
Jim's dream
More than 10 years ago when I was visiting America I made a friend of a Wyoming cowboy named Jim who would sometimes tell me his dreams. One day he came to me with what he said was a big dream that he absolutely had to tell me about. Nobody was more easy going than this cowboy Jim and so his sense of urgency was quite mystifying. In his dream, he said there was a huge mountain, extremely tall and extremely steep more pointy than any "Real" mountain; and there were five young Indians climbing it. It was growing dark, and each of the five young Indians was carrying a stick tipped with bright sparkler-like emanations-- the lights had an awesome and yet subdued type of spectacular beauty.
Here, I interrupted my friends to enquire as to where he was in the dream, or whether he was just a disembodied witness. He said that he often had dreams were his disembodied presence just witnessed the dream, and this was one of those times.
Anyway, in the dream, the young Indians struggled to the top of the mountain, and they all reached their sticks upward. Then they twirled the sticks and leaped up and down with them, and they sang and chanted for awhile, and then I zoomed in and I was among them, still disembodied, but I could hear what they were saying. One of the Indians was telling the others, "Of course, now I know the source of our disappointment -- we are being too proud and too forward. We are not worthy that the Star God take our star fragments from us face to face. Surely, if we throw our star fragments upward and turn around and not look back, the Star God will then receive our offerings and we and our people will be very much blest." The other indians are convinced and looked relieved except one who stepped forward with a very serious look on his face and said, "No, we are simply not high enough. The Star God would reach down if He could, but He can't, not this far down. We must go higher. " The others in frustrated tones argued that this mountain was the tallest mountain they knew of. But the tenacious Indian would not relent -- "Then we must journey and enquire and learn of even taller mountains and seek them out and climb them -- and when we are high enough, the Star God will take these star fragments right from our hands. But we can never rest and we must always endure, even if it takes our entire lives -- we must go higher. "
"Then", Jim said, " suddenly it was the next night and four of the young indians were coming back into their village -- slow, bent and tired. The Chief steps out and says, "Greetings, my young Braves, how did it go?" The one indian says "Chief, we had great success. Look up! The Star God took our star fragments and put them in the highest part of the Milky Way --there they are, can you see them?" And he pointed into the densest cluster of stars in the sky. The Chief looks up, squints and says, "Yes, I believe I can see them, they are very beautiful. But, by the way, where is. . . (and Jim makes the aside. . I forgot his name, but the Chief called him by name. . . ) Whatshisname? Is he straggling behind?" And the one indian said, "No! Whatshisname would never straggle. He was our leader -- when we stumbled he would give us a hand, and when we would grow tired he would encourage of us to climb higher and higher. Finally when we reached the highest peak, The Star God was so pleased with Whatshisname, our leader, that when he took the star fragments he also offered to take Whatshisname so that Whatshisname could be like a God himself and watch over the World and our People for all Eternity. So Whatshisname, turning away from our world and turning toward the world of spirit, gladly surrendered, and the Star God reached out and took him up in His own hands and they both rose up into the firmament above. He will be up in the sky, with the Star God, looking over us until the end of time. "
And then Jim paused his narrative for a moment and looked pensive. He looked right into my eyes and said, "Then the most remarkable thing, even for a dream, happened. . . " but I just had to interrupt -- I said "The little bastards killed him. " And then, all excitedly, Jim jumped back in --"That's it! That's what happened in The dream. From behind the village somewhere, your voice started yelling "The little bastards killed him. The fuckin no good dirty little bastards killed him.". You know, I suspected the same thing, but was going to keep quiet, because that's where all those famous Indian legends come from, but there's Leo Volont shouting "The little bastards killed him. " Then I woke up. And he remarked that it's been years since he had such all a long vivid dream. I asked him what meaning the dream had for him, and he just shrugged.
And it has been years since I thought of that dream. A few years ago I began corresponding with Bishops and various Church Leaders to reform Christianity because it had dawned on me that the emphasis on Salvation because of the Murder of Christ was all wrong. That the Murder of Christ was a horrible crime – nothing more or less. And I wished it understood that Paul’s Letters should be removed from the Bible, for rather than regretting the Murder of Christ, Paul quite considers that as Christ’s only purpose for having lived. The Teachings of Christ would count for nothing – he was born to die so that humanity could sin for free, which, after all, is what Salvation means – free sin.
And now I look at this Dream that I had not looked at in years. It quite presaged this reform movement of mine. It sees Christ in this Whathisname who counseled perfection and urged us onto Spiritual Quests that would last a lifetime, until we finally would be worthy of God, close enough to God so He could reach out and take the Star Fragments right from our own hands. And in the Institutionalized Christian Church’s it sees the murderous and lying companions who would kill in order to take the easy way out, and then assuage their guilty consciences by glorifying their victim, but with lies and excuses.
