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Ancestral Dreams

 

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A Dream Walk

 

Some ancestral dreams may be the dreamer’s conception of what their ancestor’s life was about. [A normal dream.]

 

Some ancestral dreams may about a given event that has been talked

 

about and passed throughout the years. [A normal dream.]

 

Some ancestral dreams are about ancestors that the dreamer has never known or even heard about. [A possible a dream walk.]

 

Some ancestral dreams are thought to be brought about by an encoding

 

of DNA of ancestral memories passed on to the dreamer. These dreams

 

are of actual events of history that one of their ancestors went through.

 

“Number four would be a dream walk.”

 

This is a person that has the ability to dream of what one of their ancestors actually did in their lifetime.

 

These ancestral memories most likely come from the unused part of

 

the human brain. That is about 90% of it, and that is a lot of encoded DNA.

 

Not all humans have this ability to access this part of their brain. But not all brains are wired the same. There are people that have had brain damage

 

and all of a sudden they can speak German, a language that they had never

 

learned. This is possibly an ancestral language that had been encoded in their ancestral memories.

 

There are people that are right brained and others that are left brained.

 

Then there are people that are at different levels of dyslexia. Of course there are people that have had their brain damaged as above.

 

These dreams can be brought about by an event or something that the person had seen or was told in the days leading up to the dream.

 

I am sixty four and I have had this type of dreams most of my life. On my

 

Dad’s side of the family is all German, but on my Mother’s side is one-half

 

Irish and the other-half is Native American.

 

One time I am in Ireland in the 12Th century working as a gamekeeper

 

walking the beautiful hills of Ireland.

 

And then I am a German in the trenches of WW I. Another time I am a

 

German toy maker. Or I am working in a German brewery.

 

But then at times I am a Native American on a Buffalo hunt, or just

 

walking through the woods of the western US or up north in Canada.

 

But not until now have I ever thought that any of my dream walks were

 

of any value, not enough to put into writing. They were just my dreams of

 

no one of any importance in history.

 

About six months back I started to use my computer’s ability to see down

 

from the satellites and look for old Native American sites throughout North

 

America.

 

 

 

Enduring

 

 

 

Ancestral Memories.

 

My Dream Walk.

 

 

The meeting of the Clans.

 

 

Around the tenth generation from our beginning times, a time of extreme cold came and set in, we had no

 

growing cycles, even after three sun-dance times. And Raven our Shaman had a prolonged battle with evil spirits

 

that he succumbed too. He then departed for the spirit would himself.

 

With great hardship our clan was forced to migrate, south out of our lands, the anatols and up through the

 

difficult White Bull Mountains then down onto the planes of the great rivers. Then we went west to the banks of

 

the great water with no end.

 

This is where we meet up with the Susites, who took our clan into theirs. They had a stone walled encampment

 

of domed mud huts and befriended and saved our clan. Thus we, the clan from the anatols north of the White Bull

 

Mountains, became known as the Ana-susi, thus the newest addition to the Susites’ clan. To honor this union all the

 

clans’ people gather to pay tribute to the clan’s Ruler Lamech. The Susities all came with their three tiered Ox- horn

 

headdress on. And all of us, of the new part of the clan came with our fine feather headdress on. And then there

 

was Phy Chu’s men with their shiny hairless heads that had only thin braided rope of hair at the back. But all brought

 

a portion of their food gatherings as gifts / or tribute to Lamech.

 

Phy Chu and his men are the Philites and they are another additional part of the Susities clan. Much like we are. But

 

they were a clan of very big men that are just warriors. They do no tilling of the land or stone work, they hunted and

 

practice war all of the time. Phy Chu was always smiling and laughing at everything that is said to him. But he was always

 

ready to fight. He would at times take his warriors off on raids just for fun and bring back new animals along with more

 

slaves to help with the work. The Susites had made a deal with the Philites. The Susities would house & feed the Philites

 

if they would protect the clan.

 

I am told that the Philites came from an area that is way off to the northeast. Their home land was said to be almost

 

always covered in snow. The Philites had come with some beautiful animals that they were able to ride. They also had a

 

few of their own slaves that they brought with them. Their slaves did nothing, but make the best made spearheads that

 

I had ever seen. And I have seen more than forty five sun-dances times. The Philites had come across their slaves’ clan

 

well to the north, and when they observed them bring down one of the colossal animals. The ones that we could

 

only dream of bring down when we saw those colossal animals, out on the planes, up north.

 

Then there were all the other slaves. We were not to befriend or even to talk to any of the slaves. We were only to

 

command them to do what is needed to be done for the overall clan. The slaves had come from the Nile valley area.

 

The Tribute to Lamech.

 

As a tribute to The Susites’ Ruler Lamech, who was treated as their “God” along with his son and grandsons that

 

are the rulers of the Susites & their two sub-clans the O’ham and the O’hem for taking our clan into theirs, thus saving

 

our people.

 

For this we agreed to help them to cut a forest of cedar, to build a very large log raft. For Lamech had commanded

 

His people to do so. His Son and grandsons are the ones that designed and headed the building of the raft.

 

The making of the raft.

 

 

The making of the raft was more like making twenty-five separate cedar rafts tied together. Thus the overall

 

raft was made up of a row five rafts wide and five rows long. Each raft was about twenty forearms by twenty

 

forearms and each had a sixteen forearms round domed hut on it. In making of the rafts with huts, some of the logs

 

were selected for their lower long branches that were left on to be part of the huts frame work, to secure the huts to

 

the rafts. These logs would be turned so the branches would bow inward to the center of the rafts. Then the other cut

 

braches would make up the rest of the huts framework.

 

The huts framework was then covered with tightly woven reed mats that had been tarred. After all of the

 

mats were in place on the cedar frame work. Another layer of hot tar was poured over the huts, and as this layer

 

of tar was cooling there was a thick layer of red clay mixed with dried cedar needles put on the outside. There

 

was a round hole with an animal hide cover at the center top of the huts in order to enter the huts, and also to

 

allow the smoke to exit the huts when cooking. The floor of the huts was about three hands above the log raft.

 

The floors were made the same as the outer walls of the huts. They were made, with the tarred mats and a thick

 

layer of red clay. There was a stone and clay domed fire pit in each hut.

 

No part of the cedars went to waste; all of the rest was burned. Then the ashes was used in the making of the

 

tar along with some animal fat and milk, along with the cedar’s sap. Under the floors of each of the huts there were

 

covered baskets for small animals and between the huts was roped off areas used as pens for the larger animals.

 

Dried meat and other food were stored in clay pots around the inner walls of the huts. And even more dried meat

 

was laid out in animal skins that was then covered with more hides and this was used as sleeping mats. There was

 

more dried meat hanging from the ceiling. The wood of a cedar has a pleasant smell and sure helped to keep the

 

air breathable inside the huts.

 

Then the waters came, from the sky and the upper rivers.

 

The rains came, and by the third day the raft was pulling at the ropes. The raft looked like a village on a carpet

 

of cider logs. Then on the fifth day the raft was gently bobbing in the water as the rushing water was making it pull

 

even harder at the tie downs.

 

It was then time to enter our given huts. Eight of the huts were taken up by the main Susites clan & their two

 

sup-clans O’hams and the O’hems. The next six huts were given our clan, the Anasusi. The next six huts went to

 

house the Philites. The last five huts went to the slaves, even though they outnumbered all of the others together.

 

We all made for our huts as four of the Philites in oiled skins set up post at each corner of the raft. But unlike the

 

Philites the two dozen slaves had no oiled skins but was at the four sides ready to use their long polls to keep the

 

raft from hitting anything. And they also used their polls to get the raft out of the outlet into the main body of water.

 

Our “Ancestral” trip to our new land.

 

We had a wind out of the east that gently moved the raft to the west further out into the endless waters. No our

 

tenth day everyone was called out to help to keep the raft from hitting two mountain tops. But the strong water

 

flowing between them kept us in the center, and we missed the two mountain tops.

 

A few days later we came close to a volcanic island were we could see some people moving to higher ground

 

but there was also some others leaving the island in very small boats.

 

Midday after passing the volcano island we could still see the volcanic clouds, then there was a huge blast of

 

steam, ash and rocks and there was no island to be seen. But we could see a colossal wall of water coming at us

 

at a very fast rate. So everyone ran for the huts. Just as we had gotten into our huts the raft went vertical and we

 

all was piled on top of each other. The raft took forever to reach the top of the wave. Actually not all of raft did.

 

The leading edge of the five huts that the slaves were in was suspended over the front edge of the wave. The wave

 

was moving so fast that the wind it made caused the lost of all of the entry covers and all of the big animals, if they

 

hadn’t been lost in the vertical ascent of the wave. The raft moved at this speed for two thirds of a day. Nothing could

 

live outside at this speed, it would rip them apart or at least take away their breath.

 

After the colossal wave had released us we drifted more leisurely for about ten more days. We took this time to

 

check out our food supply and do some repairs to the raft and huts. We had lost all of the animal’s broth large and

 

small. What had not been blown or washed away had drowned in their cages. The only food that we had left was

 

what we had in the huts and some of that was lost also. We had lost most of our fresh water also. On the eleventh

 

day we got the much needed freshwater, but it came as very bad storm. In this storm the winds seem to come at

 

us in the form of three dancing snakes that reached all the way up to the heavens. The winds started to rip apart the

 

raft. One of the smaller rafts that housed some of the Philites was ripped off and floated away.

 

Then came the grounding of the raft

 

.

 

The raft seemed to come to rest on a flat top of a small mountain. The time that we were afloat may have been

 

two and a half moons, it was hard to say. We could see other bigger mountains to the guiding star of us that stood

 

much higher out of the water. And they still had trees on them. Our food was gone and we really needed to be able

 

to get off the raft to gather some type of food.

 

On the fourth day we awoke to see that the water had receded to the south and east of us, and that we were only

 

about fifty forearms above the mud flats. We were on a small hill not a mountain. So two of the slaves were told to see

 

if they could make it across the mud flats to find some type of food over on the drier land. As the two slaves was trying

 

to make it across the mud flats. The ground began to shake. Then a big wall of mud and water, mostly mud hit the raft

 

and move it down into the mud flats and cover it totally in mud.

 

Hours later when we were able to dig out of mud covered huts. We saw that not only the two slaves were gone,

 

but we also could barely see the Philites on their rafts that was floating away off to the east of us out in the main body

 

of water that was still receding . As we was watching our warriors and protectors of the clans float away, someone

 

started screaming food, food, food.

 

A raven had dropped a fish at the feet of the man who doing the screaming. Then all of us looked off to our right

 

to the sound of more ravens calling. There were many small pools of water all round us that had in them some beautiful

 

fish that was covered with bright colors of a rainbow just flopping around and was there for the taking.

 

I turned my eyes to the heavens and just knew that “Raven our old Shaman” was still taking care of our clan from

 

His well deserved place in the spirit world. For that is what ancestral spirits do.

 

The parting of the clans.

 

Many moons later Susities’ ruler “Lamech” departed for the spirit world and shortly after that the Susities & their

 

two sup-clans O’hams and the O’hems started treating our clan as their slaves.

 

“We are Not, and Will Not be Slaves.” So we freed all of the slaves, and took few of them into our clan and headed

 

north ward off into the new world. But most of the slaves said that they wanted to go to a warmer climate, so they

 

went the other direction. Because; they was from of the Nile River area.

 

So now the Susities call us their enemy the “Apache and that is fine with us, as long it we are not called their salves.

 

Many, many moons later I came across some of the Susities. And I was told that, without slaves to do all of their work

 

for them, their society had completely come apart and that their clan had broken up into four or five different clans.

 

I never seen anything of the Philites again, and I sure regret that I had not taken the time to learn how to make

 

those fine spearheads like the Philites’ slaves was so good at making. [This is the end of this dream walk.]

 

“Little Raven’s Enduring Memories.”

 

[Grandson of Raven]

 

I am Apache, and this was my ancestral dream walk!

 

Edward E. Kerls, “The Dream Walker.”

 

[November 11, 2010]

 

This is “Dedicated, to all of the

 

warriors that have kept this new land Free for all Clans.”

 

I am, who I am and that is how it is.

 

 

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