Rosicrucian Beacon Magazine - 2012-09 - AMORC

tried to understand and embrace the ways of white peoplewho seemed to own everything and have power over allthings. His aged grandparents had taught him manythings from their past, but it had all been starkly at oddswith the interests of the other children at school, none ofwhom had shown him any real friendship or interest inthe ways of his people.Because of his frailty, and despite the ardent wishesof his grandparents, Jon had not been initiated into theways of his people. His grandparents had given all theycould of what they had learnt themselves, but even theyhad lost much of what had once permeated their people.The only thing Jon knew of Kachinas was through storieshis grandmother had sung to him, so he was apprehensiveas his Kachina spoke.“I am your Guardian Spirit. I have guarded youalways, but you have been careless. I will waithere and watch over your body and protect youon your journey.”With tremendous power, a gust of wind lifted Jonlike a feather and swept him out of the hospital, out ofcity and over to the distant mountains. Below him passedvast flat mesas, deep ravines, revered old water holes, andfinally the old pueblo. Walking into his home, he saw hisgrandmother affectionately combing his grandfather’shair. They did not see him, but he felt great love andrespect for them. And then, as a feather in the wind,he was swept away again. Passingbelow him he saw the sacred placesof his people, places of legend andpower, and the Kachinas walkingby in beauty, each one facing himand displaying briefly an object ofmeaning. Then a great realisationcame upon him, and he knew hehad decisions to make and years oftrials yet to endure before he wouldsee these scenes again. In an instantthe experience was over, Jon was inlimbo, unaware of anything, theinitiation was over, it was done!The Kachina Speaks“My nephew, you have learnedyour lesson,” the Kachina said,“but you have a long life aheadof you and many lessons yet tolearn. Go back, go back to thehospital and to your bed. YouAs the tribal holy man the ‘Medicine Man’ wasthe one called upon to deal with the mysterious. Life’smysteries however extend beyond medication. Hewas the tribe’s minister, philosopher, singer, ritualist,artist, physician, prophet, and seerSilent warrior Kachina by Rabbit. (Source: http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Pictures/Native-Artwork-page2.html)will see a dying boy lying there, but do not beafraid, I will be at your side always, even whenyou cannot see me. Put your arms around hisneck and warm yourself, and you will soon returnto life. But hurry, before the people bury you.”Jon obeyed, his body warmed and stirred back intolife. Two nurses were next to him and one of them holdinghis hand said with excitement, “his pulse is back, his heart’sbeating again; this is incredible, it’sbeen hours!” When Jon opened hiseyes, the other nurse looking at himwith kindness and bewildermentsaid, “Jon, you passed away lastnight; we were so sad. But as youdid not cool off as all others have inthe past, we left you until now. Wewere about to take you to be buriedby your people.” The following daywhile still in bed, Jon’s Kachinaappeared again.“Some day my boy, you willbe an important man in theceremonies. You will learnmore than your parents andgrandparents ever knew, andyou will preserve for your peoplethe ways of the past. But if youdo not obey the callings of yourheart, if you do not obey myevery command, you will be26The Rosicrucian Beacon -- September 2012