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Part of Your Underworld Continued...

Writer's picture: Michelle GoldenMichelle Golden

Updated: Feb 5, 2021

The sky in the underworld was black, like a night without the stars. There were trees and paths leading in many directions but everything led to darkness. My eyes were drawn to the only source of light: a campfire to the right of my vision. Standing there was a Native American man with long black hair who looked somewhat familiar. Because of that, I completely avoided eye contact with him and continued looking around in the shadows for anyone else. I finally realized that I wasn’t just making up this image of a man, that he was waiting there for me. I turned and started walking towards the fire. As I got closer, the man pointed up into the sky, as if he were pointing to a moon that should have been there. He had a longer face with lots of lines and wrinkles but I could see my father’s eyes underneath. He had a large, stoic-looking wolf sitting on the ground to the left of him.


"Are you one of my ancestors?" I asked.


"Yes." He replied.

"What is your name?"


"Soaring Eagle."


I studied his face a little more and asked him another question. I don't remember what it was but I do remember his response was, “Your father knows more.”


I asked him if my power animal was there and he lifted his left hand and pointed straight out. I turned my gaze towards my right as if I hadn’t looked over there before and my vision slowly panned and panned, almost as if I could have looked on infinitely. Finally, between the lines of trees, there was a large open access to a beach. Out in the distance I could see a dolphin splashing around in the water.


I asked if I could see any ancestors from my mother’s side of the family and Soaring Eagle looked down into the campfire and then over to the open space on his right. Very quickly, an older, portly man came into view. It was hard to see his face but he wearing clothes from what looked like the 1800s. Though no words were spoken, I got the feeling that he is somehow connected with me being a writer. He disappeared and just as quickly, a woman came into view. She was in a white gown with her hair up in a bun, sitting cross-legged and smiling. She felt very warm and connected to my role as a mother. Then, like a puff of air, she was gone.


"Is there anything else to see down here? " I asked.


“You’re more than welcome to take a look around,” he said.


“Can Evie come with too?” I asked. I looked down at the hawk on my arm, knowing how much more comfortable I felt with her by my side.


“Of course,” he replied with a smile.


I began to walk and look around but it was SO dark anywhere away from the fire. To help with the fear, I continued singing our song where we had left off:


“I wanna be where the people are;
I wanna see, wanna see them dancing.
Walking around on those,
What do you call 'em? Oh, feet.”

Suddenly walking felt more like gliding and then I took off flying. I soared above the trees for a bit not really seeing anything. I was growing tired and realized it was time to end the meditation. I made a U-turn and flew back towards the light of the campfire. As I approached, I could feel myself descending back to the ground. By the time I reached the fire, I was walking again. I gave many thanks to Soaring Eagle and the rest of my ancestors and walked back up the stairs.Without much effort, I was back inside the tree, looking up at the hole I originally climbed in. I pulled myself out and looked around my surroundings and gave thanks once more. Slowly, I opened my eyes.

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