FIRST NATIONS DREAM SONG

 

BACKSTORY:

Dreamed on the morning of October 19^th, 2023, about 9 A.M.  Shirley (SHE IS THE GAL ON THE RIGHT OF THE PICTURE. HER SISTER DIANE IS ON THE LEFT.)

and I  

were walking through a mall and several native American men and women, wearing colorful first nations regalia, were standing, and sitting behind a table with a microphone. Except for the microphone and a small stack of full color tri-fold brochures, the brown folding table was empty. Shirley, as bold as she often is in real life, in a manner that contradicts her normally shy and cautious demeanor, walked up to one of the ladies and asked her what they were promoting.  The lady said they wanted songs that would implore Creator to bring their tribes back together again, as Trickster was returning, just as in the days long before the times of the great-great grandfathers’ fathers.

 

Shirley exclaimed, “Wayne will sing a song for you!” I prayed silently that Jesus would give me the right words, and, with some trepidation, I opened my mouth.  When I sang my song, they didn’t seem that impressed, but maybe they were just being stoic.  When I heard the phrase “Medicine Son” in the song, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was a reference to Jesus Christ. During the dream, while singing, just after the first occurrence of the lyrical phrase, “Medicine Son,” I thought of the verses where Paul advocated adapting to customs in First Corinthians 9:20 – 23 and remembered reading the famous St. Ambrose quote, “When in Rome do as the Romans do.”

1 Corinthians 9:20-23 NIV To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win the Jews. To those under the law I became like one under the law (though I myself am not under the law), so as to win those under the law.

The dream scene faded, and I saw words written on tanned animal skins. At first, I saw a strong, beautiful hand, writing in fine English print, not cursive. The hand was writing with a feathered quill. The plume was dark gray but tipped with white and the quill was black. Faintly I detected a scent of blackberries, tallow, juniper, and ash. The hand and the ink disappeared, and so, too, did the scent of blackberries, tallow, juniper, and ash.

 

I watched as the skins were shuffled through several times in order and then I awoke. Some of the words and phrases were muddled black smudges, but what words and phrases were clear, were beautiful like the work of a calligrapher.

 

This song was one of those songs where I had to pray through the writing of the song and so, certain phrases and the gist of the song, are written below but not the exact song that I sang in the dream. The following phrase, if not exact, is almost verbatim. I remember singing it and seeing it more than once written on the animal skins:

 

“We’ve all become scattered and forgotten Your ways.

Creator, Creator, Bring us together,

All tribes together, together as one.”

AUDIO FOR FIRST NATIONS DREAM SONG BACKSTORY

DREAM SONG LYRICS

Creator we need you; We need aid to return.

Help us go back to the days of the Old Ones

when every lodge knew

what was right and was wrong.

 

We’ve all become scattered and forgotten Your ways.

Creator, Creator, bring us together,

All tribes together, together as one.

 

Help us Creator to honor Your ways.

Creator we need you and your Medicine Son.

Creator we need you and your Medicine Son.

 

Darkness is coming (pause) just like before.

The Old Ones told stories of long, long ago.

Back in the days of the long, long ago

Before the times of the fathers of the great-great grandfathers

Trickster came calling like an angel of light

His war bands of shadows hiding not far behind.

 

Cun-ning Raven, he came bearing gifts,

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful gifts

Gifts of deep dark deception – bad medicine smokes.

 

Well-crafted pouches of excellent bearskin

Topped with three strands of braided drawstring,

Large gift pouches filled full-to-the brim.

Dried mint and sweetgrass and shavings of cedar,

Fragrant Spruce fingers and smudge rolls of sage,

Laced with peyote and thousands of lies.

 

Creator we need you; We need aid to return.

Help us go back to the days of the Old Ones

when every lodge knew what was right and was wrong.

 

We’ve all become scattered and forgotten Your ways.

Creator, Creator, bring us together,

All tribes together, together as one.

 

Days of darkness are coming, coming again.

Too many warriors and too many maidens

Are swilling libations and smoking the lies

They are dancing with demons and ruining their lives.

 

Creator we need you and your Medicine Son.

Creator we need you and your Medicine Son.

 

We’ve all become scattered and forgotten Your ways.

Creator, Creator, bring us together,

All tribes together, together as one.

 

Prepare us now, Medicine Son.

Make us strong, and pure, and fill us with wisdom,

So that when the earth wobbles and the great fires come,

So that when the earth wobbles and the mighty waves roar,

We will not fall down prone on our trembling limbs

Bleeding, thirsty, and hungry on desolate sands.

 

Prepare us now, Medicine Son,

and make us wise to the ways

of the dark-magic war bands,

bad-medicine shadows who are raiding our lands. (X2)

 

Creator we need you and Your Medicine Son. (X2)

Creator we need you and Your Medicine Son (SLOW)

AUDIO FOR DREAM SONG BELOW WITH THE EXACT NATIVE AMERICAN MARACAS USED IN MY SONG.