Rising

Something drifted, floating away into the ether like a leaf set in a strong wind.  With it went our life path, dictated by a force opposed to our natural self.  No ascension to the Zopathlas Mound, rather a descending of the Spirits vision for our life.

Illusion entered man, causing him to believe in that which is the lesser road.  Drifting into the mental abyss man pursued that which is not of him self.  He defended his right to be dictated by a darker force, believing it to be his true nature.

Remaining and ever constant is The Great Circle.  Four directional logs, voices of the Four Wind Messengers, Four quarter directions, voices of the Four Great Elements.  Each suspended upon the Dogwood Blossom and Yash-Kah Yati within the Great Center.

Ever present before you is The Great Truth.  Rising once again like a strong southern wind bringing the nourishing rains; Gohantone lifting our spirits beyond the illusions and once again placing our hearts on the Rainbow Grounds of our ancestors.   

Saga Yashkah