Queen Anne's Lace: A Novel About Earth Changes and a Love That Will Not Die

QUEEN ANNE’S

LACE

A NOVEL ABOUT EARTH CHANGES

AND A LOVE THAT WILL NOT DIE

STEVEN WINTERHAWK

Am I the only one who cares?

iUniverse LLC

Bloomington

QUEEN ANNE’S LACE

A NOVEL ABOUT EARTH CHANGES AND A LOVE THAT WILL NOT DIE

Copyright © 2013 Steven WinterHawk.

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ISBN: 978-1-4917-1729-5 (sc)

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iUniverse rev. date: 12/07/2013

Contents

Foreshadows

Dedication, Acknowledgements & Disclaimer

Introduction

Prelude

Chapter 1 Richard And Bobby

Chapter 2 Meeting Queen Anne

Chapter 3 Queen Anne’s Purpose

Chapter 4 Trish And Tina (Four Years Previous)

Chapter 5 The Journey Continues

Chapter 6 Bobby’s Seeds

Chapter 7 Over Land And Sea

Chapter 8 What We Sow

Chapter 9 Who Is Anne?

Chapter 10 Anne And The Shaman

Chapter 11 Elena’s Bow

Chapter 12 First Retribution

Chapter 13 Final Retribution

Epilogue Who Is Anne?

FORESHADOWS

Aiiiii A child cries out in the early morning. Her mother awakes to hold her in comforting arms. The sound of a bird calling can be heard through the walls of the family’s dirt hut. A gentle wind moves the animal skin flap that covers the eastern door. All is well in their world, but the young girl still sobs in her mother’s arms.

Are you right? Did you have another bad dream? Her mother’s soothing voice and arms does not stop the trembling

My stomach hurts.

That is not unusual. Her mother smiles in the growing morning light. You are becoming a woman. It is the way of our Mother. This is the Way of the Circle. Our daughter is Right with the Mystery, her mother confirmed, choosing words that were discrete and respectful. Our daughter is Right, when so many other young women of our tribe are not.

There is more. The young woman whispers through her tears.

What else? There was a dream? Her father sits up, clutching the skin of his animal totem close around his shoulders. You have heard the voice of your Grandmother. This girl talked to her Grandmother who had passed into the other world—perhaps more than might be considered normal, even for a people who did not see death as an end, but the beginning, part of a journey to a happier place.

Yes. The girl whispered, and the tears would not be halted. My Grandmother gave me a dream. I saw HER awaken. She is coming. But they try to end Her. They burn Her."

Who is waking up? Do you mean your Grandmother? The mother asked. That would be a good thing. But who are the ones that would hurt her.

No. Not my Grandmother. Our Mother. She is the Mystery. She is waking up. And those who watch from the sky want to end Her. They burn Her. Can we make them stop? What can we do? What can I do to stop this?

Oh my daughter. You are so small. And you are not more than a girl becoming a woman. Her mother held her close. My husband, if only I had been able to give you a son. Perhaps this too would all be right.

It is right. She is the one I have been seeking. The young woman’s father replied. The Mystery that is our Mother will work in ways we might not understand. It is our job—it is my job to hear Her voice that calls out in a dream. I have also had this dream, but I did not wish to believe. None of the young men of our tribe were given a vision. They do not dream, although I trained them in our ways. For a long breath, he was silent, collecting his thoughts. Was there more? He asked his daughter, who continued to weep.

Yes. I saw my father. He stood before Her.To protect Her. But my father was also put to death. He was burned to the Earth with Her. What can this mean? Will this come to be?

I have this dream too. The father replied. I know what this dream is about.

What can we do? the daughter asked again.

We will ask the trees for a bow. He replied.

But she is so small, and just more than a girl. The mother said: She will not be strong enough to even bend such a bow.

It is not about the strength of her body. I can see now that she was the one all along. She has the Strength of the Spirit of our Mother in her womb, and in her heart.

The sobbing halted, and the young girl, now a woman sat proud, her shoulders back and her head held high. I am ready to do whatever I can. I am prepared to give my life.

Then you will come with me Elena, my daughter, her father proclaimed. We will ask the trees for a bow. This will be a precious gift. For those two-legged who have betrayed Her and no longer respect our Mother Earth, this Circle is broken.

Previously published books by Steven WinterHawk

Title: This is a Circle

Published by iUniverse Bloomington IN.,

Date: 12/12/2011

Title: SHILOH—A Native American Jesus

Published by iUniverse Bloomington IN.,

Date: 11/13/2012

People found God—in their Heart

They spent the next forty years

lost in the desert—searching for Him

and His Promised Land.

What might have happened

if they had been looking for Her?

Blogger R.B. 2113

Am I the only one who cares?

DEDICATION, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS & DISCLAIMER

The story you are about to read originated in my dreams. Therefore, any resemblance to any person living or deceased should be considered as purely coincidental—unless otherwise noted. Or you may believe, as I do, that everything and everyone in our dreams is a part of ourselves crying out to be heard.

This book is dedicated to my Grandchildren and Great-grandchildren, in the hope that there will be a world for them that is as beautiful as I have known, after I am gone.

This is also for my partner and soulmate, Cidalia, who has been my inspiration for over 20 years—even before I recognized who she was.

I would like to thank my good friend and Editor, Heather Embree, for helping me to transform my dreams into a readable book. I would also like to thank my friend, Elena, who is a gentle shaman in her own right, for the use of her name in the story. Once again, I thank my friend and spiritual photographer, Tony (YoungFox) Kitchen, for his support and contributions, including the circle of Queen Anne’s Lace flowers that appears on the cover of this book.

I would like to acknowledge the tireless work of another close friend (and also Spirit photographer), George Campana, for his crusade in the cause of the missing women and helping to unite our People from sea to sea. George is a Pipe Carrier in the true sense of the word.

With the help of these and numerous other people, including the members of our Four Colours Drum Circle and The Circle of Change, I am happy to acknowledge that I am not the only one who cares.

* Additional Credits for:

Digital photos purchased and downloaded to created a cover for this book

The Earth In Space And The Moon from FreeDigitalPhotos.net.

Woman Holding World In Hands from FreeDigitalPhotos.net

"We are crying for a vision

That all living things can share

And those who care

Are with us everywhere."

. . . Brother Warrior—Kate Wolf

"When the last tree is cut down;

when all the animals have been hunted;

when the last river is polluted;

and the air is unsafe to breathe;

only then will man realize

that he cannot eat money."

. . . Cree Prophesy

CHIEF SEATTLE’S Letter (1854)—(a condensed version)

"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky or the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own something, how can you buy it?

The Earth is our Mother. Every part of the Earth is sacred to our People. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us. The ground beneath our feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the children of the Earth.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is Sacred. If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the Earth is our mother? What befalls the Earth befalls all the sons and daughters of the Earth.

This we know: the Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the Earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The Earth is precious to him and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its Creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires?

When the last Red Man has vanished with this wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

As we are part of the land, you, too, are part of the land. This Earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.

One thing we know—there is only one God. No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be apart. We are all brothers after all."

When the last tree falls in the forest

Will anybody hear?

If the Earth Mother were to appear

Would anybody see her there?

When the last tree falls in the forest

Doesn’t anybody care?

Blogger R.B 2113

Am I the only one who cares?

INTRODUCTION

It came from the sea, someone with a 3D-Phone posted on the web to record the first appearance of the White Flower. This blogger dropped off to sleep on a beach and woke to find the seashore at his feet, covered with a weed—a white flower—that grew close to the ground, and resembled Queen Anne’s Lace. By the time a news crew was persuaded that there was something of importance happening and that we should be concerned about it, the weed (or flower) had over-run this beach and was encroaching on the mainland. The plant stretched out as far as the eye could see, and grew at an amazing rate—advancing at a pace that was almost the speed that a person might cover at a normal walk. And it was so far unstoppable. When it was pulled up from the sand on the beach, that spot was quickly replaced with new growth. The news feed was quick to