“Earth Mother in bad labor. She gonna give birth to something great.
She already in first labor hours... She be in great pain now... It be great
Phoenix that gonna rise up again just like all times ago. He already here...
He been forming for years now. He all ready to break out of Earth Mother’s
womb... She gonna give up great Phoenix soon...”
In her summary of “The Phoenix Chronicles”, Mary Summer Rain listed
some signs of the times and the birth of the Phoenix:
“Contraction/Economic Aspects --- massive blue collar strikes, relocation
of key factories overseas, computerization of factories, extended import
& export embargoes & taxations, increased unemployment, widespread
factory shutdowns, excessive taxation, small business failures, insolvency
of many banks, stock market misdealings & decline, drastic construction
decline, devaluation of real estate, increase in corporate crime, drop in
level of manufactured goods, increase of corporate monopolies & takeovers,
widespread layoffs, runaway credit purchases, cash as only accepted tender.
“Emerging/Natural Disasters --- Major devastation in California, earthquakes
in new areas, inactive craters become unsettled, mountains become unstable,
return of the dust bowl, record-breaking flooding, tornadoes increase intensity
and occasion, liquefaction of soil beneath faults, increased hurricane
devastation, freak wind gusts & accidents, soil erosion, increased radon
levels, rock & mud slides, insect infestations, sink holes, rapid temperature
inversions, frigid winters & deadly blizzards, summer storms with intensified
hail & lightning, seeping natural gas (fires & explosions), underground
fires, widespread surface blazes, major quake of the New Madrid Fault...
Greenish hue to atmosphere... Phoenix days...
“Eyes Searching/Transportation Accidents --- Plane crashes increase,
shipping disasters increase, higher incidence of train derailments &
accidents.
“Listening/Freak Deaths & Accidents --- Amusement park disasters,
increase in homicide & suicide, freak household accidents, disease outbreaks,
several catastrophic propane explosions, germ warfare release accident.
“Breath Heaving/Discord Between Nations --- Grave economical differences,
arms escalation, warring altercations, terrorism increases, undeclared wars,
clandestine dealing between countries, high level secrecy.
“Wings Flexing/Spiritual Unrest & Awakening --- Questioning masses,
political church actions, government interventions, repression from certain
religious sects, increased UFO sightings, interaction with other intelligences,
acceptance of paranormal, acceptance of ongoing spirit afterlife, more religious
sects going to court to force their personal restrictions on general public.
"The Wailing/Nuclear Incident ---Several close meltdowns & leaks, seeping
radioactive dump sites, two catastrophic meltdowns, radioactive pollution
of land & rivers, several major accidents of nuclear missile trucks carriers
and the transportation of nuclear waste, radioactive releases caused from
geological instability.
“Talons Tensing/Civil Unrest --- People’s revolt and resistance
movements, draft evasion, public’s discovery of coverups, nuclear exchange.
“Crouching/Massive Revolts & Government Turnaround -- Taxation refusals,
war resistance, policy disagreements within government body, major upheavals
within governments.
“Flying Free/Rise of the Age of Peace --- Total equality among people,
discontinuance of all meat ingestion, construction reforms, cessation of
most severe natural disasters, pollution-free energy innovations by way of
the Earth’s magnetic field, rise of the Indian nation through widespread
adaptation of its Ways of natural living and deep human philosophy.”
More to come ...
Author's Foreword
Many paths appear to be correctly marked. They are cleverly disguised with all the appropriate signs, yet a nebulous silent beckoning leads you in the opposite direction and you follow your inner promptings.
Many roads are smoothly paved. They are bordered with the fresh scent of vibrant dew-flecked flowers. They literally reek of sun-drenched valleys and are filled with the mystical essence of love that attempts to draw you forward. They are but masterful illusions. They are a contrived device to mislead and tempt the unwary and the exhausted soul.
When I reached the towering sentinels of the snowy Rocky Mountains of Colorado, I knew that my physical path had abruptly ended. The rest was left to the powers that be. I had silent promptings to accomplish important spiritually-related work. I was psychically sensing such an amazing urgency of time to get going�yet, I knew not what I was supposed to do. The inevitable signs of worldly decomposition were flashing like neon warnings all around me. As time ticked on I could plainly see them escalating, yet I remained locked within the dark void of a confining limbo, never being able to move forward with my unknown spiritual purpose. I became increasingly impatient with the terribly frustrating situation. I knew in my heart, by the way the mystical essence of the mountains permeated through to my being and consumed my spirit, that I was indeed in the correct geographical location, yet I was as a lone schooner with lifeless sails drifting endlessly upon a glassy spiritual sea. I needed some explosive form of impetus to breathe life into my hovering spirit and billow it onward toward the final landing dock of my path's intended destination.
In a moment of heavy desperation, I drove far up into the virgin stillness of the Pike National Forest. I left my old pickup and weaved my way on foot through the rich depths of the thriving viridescent forest. The innocent beauty accepted me as I was. It filled me with a profound comfort that deepened with every step I took. It filled my soul. It overflowed. And I cried.
Great sobs pierced the glistening green silence. I cried from the continued desperation, from years of aloneness, from the sense of urgency and not being able to do anything about it. I cried for the unaware masses, for the confirmed unbelievers and for the world. And I cried for myself.
Suddenly, a familiar psychic sensation crept slowly up my back, and its chilling icy fingernails pricked each hair on my neck. My head crawled. I was no longer alone. My highly prized solitude had been shattered by an unknown invading presence. My mind informed me that nobody could possibly be in this secluded section of the woodlands, yet my keen radar was beeping wildly out of control. Cautiously, I raised my head slightly and peered over my arms. And, standing some distance away, was an old wrinkled woman. How strange. She was merely observing me. With coal black eyes that appeared to stab through to my very soul, she stared unmoving.
I tensed and watched.
The figure remained motionless between the jackpines�listening. The dark pools of her eyes seemed to be glazed with the swirling motion of mercury.
My mind frantically raced through its computer banks. This was a new one for me. Somewhat embarrassed, I wiped my eyes and raised my head to confront the rude intruder.
The old one spoke with an unexpected steady note of authority. She informed me that she lived in a nearby cabin.
I quickly apologized for trespassing onto her private property. I turned to leave.
Then she shouted my name, a name she could not possibly know.
I froze in mid-step as I felt the warming sensation of my spiritual sails begin to billow full with a new refreshing type of wind. My ship docked with a firm thud against the strong impetus my weary soul had been aimlessly drifting toward.
The old one was a Chippewa medicine woman by the name of No-Eyes. She was meant to intersect my path at this precise juncture of time in order to enrich it with a deeper direction�an inner one.
In time, the two of us cemented an unbreakable bond of a unique friendship over the next two years. She, the high spiritual teacher; I, the simple novice trying desperately to absorb her unfailing and unmatched wisdom. We spent our days of instruction within the homey atmosphere of her meager cabin.
The passing seasons had no ill effect on my regular visits. The harsh winter wind would howl like a crazed banshee while it flung great masses of heavy snow against her rattling windows, yet, inside, we were warmed by a blazing fire and our unconventional relationship. Springtime sent up giddy greetings of joy from the forest life that was budding forth around us. Summer gave us many happy occasions to take our exacting lessons out into the warm sunshine. And in autumn, we trod the crisp-fallen aspen leaves and allowed the golden drowsiness of nature to bid us a temporary farewell before its final nod into hibernation.
We talked of ordinary daily life. We shared mystical journeys through time and other newly-revealed dimensions. We would take our lesson breaks and become momentarily playful by joining our spirits with that of the mighty graceful falcon in his silent flight through his lush mountain valleys.
We shared this way for two years. And then she returned to her birth land to die.
In those two magnificent years I spent with my friend, No-Eyes, we talked of many wondrous things. She was a mountain of logic. She was a citadel of wisdom. Yet, no subject was more importantly pressing for her to reveal than what she referred to as the rising of The Great Phoenix again. It was a subject that continually demanded my utmost serious and centered attention.
The days of this Phoenix lesson material were exceedingly difficult for me to endure. She was always gravely serious. I didn't like the subject matter because it was so terribly depressing, yet I knew it was vital that I hear her out. I didn't want to listen, but I had to. I had to know the warning signals, the final signs of our world-in-change, the signs of Phoenix rising.
The above was written in 1984. 1 regret that, for reasons far beyond my control, this timely book has been delayed in reaching the public. Consequently, I feel it's of the utmost importance for the readers of Phoenix Rising to be fully mindful that the entire content of this book is a precise rendering of exact conversations that took place in 1982.
I am therefore saddened that several of the old one's visions for the future have already come to pass during the long interim between the writing of this manuscript and its eventual, long-awaited release date. I cannot help that over which I had no control.
When the catastrophic Russian meltdown occurred at Chernobyl, I was devastated to think that perhaps now people would consider this book as being "after the fact." Nevertheless, out of deep respect for my beloved visionary, I have left the original text unaltered�just as it was written back in 1984. And I would, therefore, hope and pray that No-Eyes' impeccable credibility has only been enhanced because of this unfortunate delay in the eventual publication of her timely words of wisdom.
I'm sorry, No-Eyes. You know I did my ultimate best to reach the people in time.
Some Links:
Amazon has the book for sale & a couple of reviews
More books by Mary
Excerpts from many of her books
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Another review
Excerpts plus journal of prophecies
