On 2-20-10 I went to Pittsburgh for my 2nd degree reiki certification. It was to be a weekend event with class on Saturday afternoon 3-6pm and then all day Sunday from 9am to 6pm. My friend and fellow student, Susan, offered me her guest room so I wouldn’t have to drive back and forth both days.
When I got to Susan’s our plan was to visit her friend Bob’s stone shop in Shadyside before our class. I was very interested in seeing his shop because Susan has so many amazing stones from him, many that she wire wraps into beautiful pieces of wearable art….that my friends will be another blog at a later date.
Bob’s shop was indeed everything she had said it was. It was almost overwheming to experience all these beautiful stones and crystals. One that I was drawn to was a hand carved light green turqouis fetish bear. It is a beautiful piece. The bear is laying down and on his back is an insert with a red snake and a half moon. Once I held it I knew it was mine. I also purchased several other stones and left with a much “lighter” wallet.
I decided that since Grandmother Bear had been my vision and messenger in the last attunement, I would carry this bear in my pocket throughout Reiki II and the attunement. So bear attended throughout Saturday’s sacred symbol lesson. In fact he stayed with me right up until I retired for the evening in Susan’s guest room.
I have stayed at Susan’s once before and had message dreams but I wasn’t expecting anything especially profound to happen on Saturday night and was in fact a bit tired. I sat the bear on the nightstand and quickly went to sleep. I slept well and I dreamt of people I knew and then someone who I didn’t know at all. In the morning, the first thing to pop into my head was the strangers name, Charlie, the Comanche. That is exactly how he introduced himself to me in dreamland. He was quite proud and said his name with force and always exactly as Charlie, the Comanche.
When I came out of the bedroom, Susan was already up and inquired as to my rest and wondered if I had any special dreams. I laughed and told her about Charlie and made the off hand remark that it seemed he could have chosen a more dignified name than Charlie. We giggled over it but I continued to hear Charlie’s voice in my head – repeating his name as though I should not forget it.
Off to class we go. Susan and I are the first to arrive. Our instructor, Bonnie asks how our night was, etc. Susan and I look at each other and giggle and I tell her the Charlie story. She immediately scolds me and reminds me that this was a vision and I should be proud to get these visions. I had to agree with her and from that point on tried to not make any distinction with his name. Honestly, I think it was more a nervous reaction than anything. I always try to act cool, like oh yeah I get visitations all the time, but not ones like this! I knew Charlie had to do with MY spiritual journey and it was a little nerve racking.
Bear is in my pocket again and I even try to blow this off as maybe it was the energy of the bear since Bob had gotten it in the Southwest. But that was to be proven wrong later in the day.
Class proceeded and my brain was so clouded with Charlie that honestly it was a miracle I was able to get through the test of drawing all three sacred symbols and their names. Somehow I got through it and shortly thereafter we were to prepare for our 2nd attunement.
Bonnie, our instructor, teachs and operates from a Native American shamanic process. Attunements will involve the drums, rattles and even a flute. I believe it is the reason my higher spirit chose her as a teacher. The attunement begins and the first things I see in my minds eye are the sacred symbols and I smiled thinking – you could have given that to me during the test when I had to draw them…..yes never happy comes to my mind as I write this too.
Yet, after that begins the colors. I always like this part, even just during meditation I will often see colors and they are beautiful – rather like the northern lights but more extreme. Then through the colors Charlie, the Comanche comes again and with him is a white feather. He moves slowly out of my line of vision and my eye then begins to focus on the beautiful white feather he has brought to me.
He tells me that he is my guide. He has been for many, many lives on this physical plane as well as spiritual. He tells me that I have been a healer many, many lifetimes. It is something my soul was designed to do and I have always been drawn to some form of healing in each life. Then he tells me I am known to him as White Feather and that was my name in another lifetime. I am White Feather, healer.
He tells me that he is always with me but till now I wasn’t ready for him to be revealed. I had to walk this path and get to this exact point in time before he could show himself to me. I should not be afraid but embrace the life path I have chosen for myself in this life as a healer again. He reminds me of all the times in life I have “healed” a sick child, a family member, a friend or lent an ear and a hug to those who might need it. He reminds me that when I was a young girl in this life I had considered becoming a nurse but decided against it due to my soft heart. I knew I would have a hard time losing people. He tells me now I am ready though to heal the hearts and souls of those I come in contact with.
We ended the attunement and I bid farewell to Charlie, the Comanche for the time being and re-entered this world again. I shared some of this with our class but reserved my past name for just a few. I am sharing this now with you because I think its important. That there is a path he and Grandmother Bear are leading me towards and I want to record it and share it.
I got home Sunday night from Susan’s about 9:30pm and although I was very tired I decided to open the laptop and see what I could find on Charlie, the Comanche. I began the search with just comanches but it was long and I wasn’t seeing anything that clicked. Then out of the blue I decided to just goggle Charlie, the Comanche.
This is what I found:
CHARLES J. CHIBITTY served with the US Army from January 1, 1941 to July 3, 1945 earning the rank of T/5. He was a member of the Comanche Code Talkers. T/5 Chibitty was from the Mount Scott-Porter Hill area and a Golden Gloves boxer and fancy war dancer. He was the last surviving Code Talker when he passed away on July 20, 2005 at the age of eighty-three.
Suddenly I had goose bumps on top of goose bumps. I can’t tell you with exact certainity that this is the same Charlie, the Comache as in my vision but I believe in my heart it is. I will not post his photograph out of respect to his adopted daughter, who I have sent an email to. Once I hear from her and get some kind of verification, then I might.
Charlie, the Comanche was soft spoken yet firm in his words to me. He looked like the pictures I found of him but he was younger and had a painted red face.
Up until today I had not found anything that seemed to connect with regards to White Feather. However today’s research brought up Princess White Feather’s 1939 obituary. http://www.stthomasucclinglestown.org/gpage39.html
Here is the information from the above refernced website:
In 1939 headlines in local papers reviewed the life of an honored lady who was not a member of the church. An American Indian Princess was buried in Wenrich’s cemetery on August 26, 1939. She had died two days before on her seventy-second birthday. [Another report gave it as her eighty-fourth]. Headlines read: INDIAN PRINCESS DIES AT HER COTTAGE NEAR LINGLESTOWN. Another headline with her photo read, “Indians to Mark Passing of Princess Eagle Feather.” As recently as 1974, interest in this revered lady was renewed with an article and photograph in The Paxton Herald by Curtiss Demmy. This photo pictured a group of local Native Americans in tribal costume, adding credence to the ceremony. They represented tribes that included Cherokees, Shawnees and Susquehannocks.
There are few proven facts about the life of White Feather. The following are the stories that have been passed down. Princess White Feather and her husband, Chief Running Wolf, lived in a cabin just to the north of Linglestown on grounds at Camp Sertoma. Her story goes back to 1873 when, as a six-year-old, she heard of God for the first time and became a firm member of the Christian faith. From then, and for her entire life, she was known as “a wonderful woman.”
In the government’s efforts to clear American Indians from newly taken land, her parents were among those killed by Army troops. Her uncle, Chief Irontail, who is said to be pictured on the Indian Head nickel, found her in the arms of her dead mother Prairie Flower, who was killed in that 1870 massacre.
As a young girl, Princess White Feather (also known as Princess Eagle Feather), was sent to the Carlisle Indian School, where she was known as Mary Greene. Among her contemporaries at the school were the famed athlete, Jim Thorpe, and “long-haired Harry, known as the world’s greatest knife thrower.” She grew to be very striking in stature and beauty. Her kindliness and gentle manner was noted throughout her lifetime. However, she grew up holding a great fear of the white race. It was later told that being violated as a young woman, she ran away from the Indian school and went to Harrisburg. [A different account states that she graduated from the Carlisle American Indian School before going to Harrisburg]. There she was given a home with a good family until she married Charles A. Redd, with whom she had several children. For some years she worked as a domestic and was known as Mary Redd. After her husband’s death, she found her former Native American roots.
When Bonus Marches on Washington D.C. hit the news in the early 1930’s as a result of the Great Depression, Mary discovered the name Carl C. Taylor, also known as Chief Running Wolf. They had been separated as a result of Indian Wars. He was a member of the Miscelearo Apache Tribe. He served as a scout in the Spanish-American War, and in the 80th division Infantry in World War I. Princess White Feather remembered him as a sweetheart of her youth. His notoriety as one of the first Indians in the Buffalo Bill Show that toured Europe allowed her a way to correspond with him. He and Princess White Feather were reunited and married. They settled in Huntingdon and later in Steelton before returning to the Harrisburg area. At the time of the Princess’ death, he operated an archery range at Blue Ridge Country Club. Being a very religious man, he was known to preach as a guest in several local churches.
Since Chief Running Wolf (Carl C. Taylor) was a war veteran, he asked Linglestown Legionnaires to furnish pallbearers for the Princess’ funeral. They were: John Myers, Nevin W. Moyer, George Foreman, Hal Stoneking and Ernest Albright. Because of Moyer’s connection with Wenrich’s Church and the Legion, Wenrich’s Cemetery was chosen as the resting place of this honored lady. A hand carved headstone marks her grave. Princess White Feather was buried in native costume: a green beaded dress, beaded headband and feather, silver earrings and bracelet, strings of beads and rings. Also buried with her were a bow, three arrows and a 100-year old pipe. Her status as princess was reinforced by many who also knew her for her Indian remedies. Her kindness, beauty and healing powers were known to many area residents.
Although this historic event was at Wenrich’s Cemetery, Rev. Phillips did not preside at the service. Princess White Feather and Chief Running Wolf were listed as members of a church at Dauphin where Rev. C. T. Tice was their pastor. He conducted the service at Zimmerman Funeral Chapel in Linglestown preceding interment at Wenrich’s Cemetery.
Other than her informative obituary I have very little information about her but I will continue to search to see if I can validate this connection as well.
In the meantime I feel blessed to have such an honorable guide as Charlie, the Comanche and the name White Feather which I will use with honor and pride.