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Автор: John Robert Colombo
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put in regular book form. I haven’t decided. I sort of fall into things rather than preplan! One might say that I operate on Indian time! lol!

      Basic recap of myself. I am White on the outside, Red on the inside! (Well of course, except for my unusually high cheek bones!) Which probably has something to do with my name, but that’s a whole other chapter in my one day book!

      Aside from all of the above I have been known to do some out of the ordinary things! What I can clarify for you at this point is that, the older I get, the stronger this talent seems to be growing!

      Unlike the many folks that I read about, who are so calm, cool and collected about such experiences ... I can assure you, it is NOT something that I have become comfortable with! Especially in some cases! One as recent as a few weeks ago!

      Bottom Line — Mr. Colombo, I have had “several” experiences that seem to fall right in line with the stories that you gather and have published! Many have witnessed these encounters or experiences that I have had! They come to me ... both through Red eyes and White!

      My Native encounter I am planning to use in my own book! However, I am at the bottom of the totem pole here. Therefore, it might be of wiser use to also pass it along to you as well, if you feel it might be something that you can use.

      I realize that I have given little detail to you at this point about my experiences. Most of them I would have to create files for and email to you. They are only in my memory at this point in time, and, in the memory of those who have been involved! The length of them are as varied as the encounters!

      Perhaps, Sir, you would prefer to scan some of the material on my website first! I say scan, because there is a lot of material for a busy person to delve too deeply into!

      Should you be remotely interested, you can respond to me at this email address! (I use my email address on my site ... strictly for site related issues!)

      In true appreciation of your time and your compiled stories! I will now go back to continue reading them.

      Currently, I am wrestling with a good case of laryngitis! So, this is a perfect opportunity for me to get to know more about the stories that interest you!

      Once again, thank you for listening!

      Sparrow

      Feathers Within: May the Great Spirit Watch Over and Bless Us All! by White Sparrow

       1. The Beginning: My Dream: There’s a Buffalo in My Bedroom

       2. The Middle: The Sacred Circle: Emerging as White Sparrow

       3. The End: My Calling: One Lost Sparrow and One Great Canadian Chief

      In the year 1905, exactly one hundred years ago, Civilla D. Martin (lyricist) and Charles H. Gabriel (composer) collaborated on the hymn titled “His Eye is On the Sparrow.” The refrain:

      I sing because I’m happy,

      I sing because I’m free,

      For his eye is on the sparrow,

      And I know he watches me.

      Matthew 10:29–31: “Are not two sparrow sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. So, don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

       1. My Dream: There’s a Buffalo in My Bedroom

      It had been over three years since I had slept in my own bed, in my own bedroom. I had spent three years of sleeping on a living-room couch. There was no logical explanation for this. Nothing that I could say. This is the reason why.

      Somehow, there was comfort from the back of the couch when it pressed up against me. I have been on my own for longer than most people stay married. I thought I had a full life. I was working full time, was a published songwriter, and had two grown sons out in the world making their own way.

      For a momentary second, I was starting to question the state of my mental health. I mean really! What would prevent a grown woman from sleeping in her own bed?

      Then, I began to dig inside myself for some straight answers. Like, when exactly, had I stopped sleeping in my bed, and why?

      Three years earlier I decided to change the décor of my sleeping quarters. I decided to undo the Native Indian decorating, but something stopped me from completing this task. So there sat my bedroom, half one way, half the other!

      Convincing myself I was on to something, I set my sights on putting the room back the way it was. You know, as an experiment. It still wasn’t nearly finished, but somehow with even just a few changes it had already began to give comfort to my restless spirit. So I made up my mind to try camping out in it once again.

      That first night, before falling asleep, I prayed for a sign! Not just any old sign, but something big and profound. Something that would unquestionably answer my searching. What I wanted and needed to know was if I was headed in the right direction. Well, I think I may have prayed just a little extra too hard. Here’s what happened.

      That night, I quickly, calmly, and quietly fell asleep. The next thing I remember was the earth shaking under my queen-size bed. I looked out my large window to the east and could hear what sounded like a freight train headed straight toward me. I looked hard with searching eyes. Nothing was in view, only more rumble and shaking.

      Finally, there came the image of a huge black buffalo. It was travelling at an enormous speed, and the dust was swirling under its thundering hooves. All I could think to do was roll myself quickly in towards the window. By doing this, I thought by the time it had reached me it would jump over me, rather than landing right on me. I rolled over once and than twice. Then there was a horrific smashing of glass. As I turned and looked up, I witnessed a full-grown black buffalo leaping above and across my bed and over me! Before it crashed and disappeared into my double closet, it immediately changed colour from jet black to pure white!

      I instantly woke from my dream and sat straight up in bed looking over at my closet. “Woe-wah,” came spilling out of my mouth soon followed by a wide grin. It was the exhilarating answer to my prayer. Just as I had requested, the Great Spirit had sent a message so large and so life-like that not even I could miss his message!

      My answer was “Yes!” I was moving in the right direction, on the right road.

      This is by far the most profound and vivid dream I have had to date. Other dreams come close, but this one was definitely over the top! Within days, my bedroom was added to one article at a time — until, it had the look and feel of home for me. Native Indian!

       2. The Sacred Circle: Emerging as White Sparrow

      Who would ever dream one’s rite of passage could or would ever arrive in their mailbox, and for free? Well, I am here to tell you that this is how one of mine came to me. Now, that’s just about as close to your own doorstep as life can deliver.

      One day, while surfing the Net, I bumped into the website for Alan Greywolf. I didn’t know at the time that the event would become a key to my life’s journey and would result in my new legal name!

      At the time I was researching anything and everything on the subject of Native American Indian history, culture, legends, you name it. This was an obsession. I suppose it still is!

      When I began to read through Alan’s site, I became engrossed in the subject. I ended up spending the next seven or eight hours there without a break. I read every sentence, every line, and every word! After covering the site from top to bottom and from start to finish, I decided to email him. Actually, it was more like I was compelled to email him.

      It was not long after my initial email of self-introduction that Alan mailed out to me one of his own guided and self-produced meditation CDs. More precisely, the CD was The Sacred Circle.

      For those who may not be familiar with this term, with Alan, or with his CDs, allow me (with his permission) to capture the essence of this CD and the purpose for which