Angel Of Grace
Kevin Chasing Wolf Hutchins
Painting - Acrylic On Canvas
I awakened in a dreamscape with a vividly colored glowing tree walking up to me carrying a beautiful, blonde glowing lady wearing a pink flowing gown sitting on one of its lower branches. The tree came to a stop in front of me and the beautiful lady made her way down from the tree and walked up to me. I knew I was dreaming and wanted to test who was in front of me so I reached out and gave her a kiss on her lips. I pulled back to watch for a reaction but she never changed her loving expression.
The next time I saw her in my Dreaming, I was attending a Native Sun Dance in Montana. The ceremony lasted four days and on one of those days they gave us the opportunity to dance within the arbor to support our relatives that were offering themselves in the Sundance. I began swaying back and forth in place finding a rhythm with the drumbeat of the prayer/song that was accompanied by the Sun dancers blowing their eagle bone whistles in unison. As I danced I gazed up at the top of the center pole and prayed for my friends. Soon, this put me into a semi-trance state and I felt that I was dancing with the Spirit of the buffalo and I prayed for strength and endurance for the dancers.
That night the beautiful illuminated lady came to me again as I slept in my tent on the Sun dance grounds. She was hovering there in front of me on a higher level about chest high to me. Lying down sideways and propped up on one arm, she reached, taking my left hand in hers and turned it over palm side up. There in the middle of my left palm was a drawing that I had done in black ink of geometric patterns arranged within a sphere with four smaller spheres on the four corners. After she had left me I went, still in the dream, to the two friends that were a part of the Sundance and proclaimed to them that I had witnessed an angel.
The following morning I was asked to sit in front of the big teepees to safe keep the dancers’ gifts that were within. After some time my friend, Ron that I was there with, came walking up with a local guy named Eric that had organized the construction of the sundance arbor that we helped put up a few days before. As we stood there talking, a small butterfly fluttered all around the three of us for quite a while. Comically, Eric stuck out his right hand with his index finger pointing as a perch, saying, “Show me the magic”, beckoning the little guy to land. He soon gave up and we continued our conversation for some time until Eric abruptly pointed to my hand that I had propped on my hip. There was our fluttery friend pumping its wings up and down while perched on my right index finger.
December 3rd, 2015
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