guarded
because for the world to know about them, even in legend, is
dangerous. A Sensay has the power of the earth. You are one with
nature. The earth speaks to you. You are one with all of the
beings. All living beings are attuned to your senses.
For these reasons alone, you would be hated, feared
and… she looked at me long and hard, “hunted. I’m afraid in your
case there are some added complications. A long time ago, before
you were born, there was a gathering of all nations. Great warriors
and spirit walkers gathered in the desert of New Mexico. There was
a great sweat lodge built and those gathered were told by the Great
Spirit that a great Sensay would be born to a wise one. Great
powers would be bestowed upon her. She will unite all beings. She
will bring peace and happiness to the world. You, my Khe:awak, are
that Sensay.”
For a few minutes I let her words settle upon me. I
wanted to jump up and deny them, but there was a deeper emotion
rolling around inside me, one that recognized the truth.
“ But how am I to do this? I know
nothing of my powers nor am I anything special. I’m afraid I don’t
know what to do.”
“ You will be taught, by me and by
Cheveveyo, but mostly you will learn from the spirits and from
inside yourself. Your instincts will be your greatest
instructor.”
I was silent for a few minutes absorbing all she had
told me. I was tired and longed to be by myself to process all I
had learned today, but I had an undeniable need for her to tell me
about my family.
“ Are you my grandmother? Was my
Mom your daughter or my Dad your son?”
She looked sad and I hoped I hadn’t upset her by
reminding her of their deaths and was just getting ready to
apologize when she said, “Neither. I am not your grandmother, I am
your mother.”
Chapter 8
I sat frozen. I could not comprehend the words she’d
spoken. Oh, I heard them all right, but I couldn’t make any sense
of what they meant. “My what? What did you say about my
mother?”
“ Orenda, I am your birth Mother.
You are my khe:awak, my daughter. The Sherman’s were your adoptive
parents.”
“ No! I don’t believe you. They
were my parents. I loved them. I don’t even know you. Why are you
telling me this?” I jumped up and made my way towards the door. I
had to get out of here, but when I got to the doorway Bullet was
blocking my path. “Move Bullet!” When he didn’t budge I tried to
push him out of the way.
“ He won’t move. He wants you to
listen to me.”
“ I don’t want to listen to you.”
Not because I thought she was lying to me but because I didn’t want
to hear what she was going to tell me.
“ I had to protect you. There were
people looking for you. They would have taken you and used you for
their own sick purposes. That or they would have destroyed you in
order to make sure the prophesies don’t come true. I died a little
inside the day the Sherman’s took you away.
“ I gave you to them. They were
good people, whom I could trust to keep you safe. Jay Sherman had a
quarter Seneca blood running through his veins. He understood the
importance of keeping you hidden. You grew up in middle class
America just like thousands of other children. There was no way
they could find you.”
She gave a small bitter laugh “But they did, didn’t
they? They found you and the Shermans.”
I turned at the sound of grief in her voice. It was
something I couldn’t ignore. “You loved them too?” I
questioned.
“ Oh yes,” she said as she wiped
tears from her eyes. “They were beautiful spirits those two, and so
much in love. It was a shame that they couldn’t have their own
children. They brought you to see me a few times. That was all the
contact we could afford. I saw how much they adored
you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I knew she wasn’t lying
to me but I had trouble thinking of her as my mother.
Hesitantly I asked her, “Um, there is one thing I
want to ask. If you’re my Mother then why
because for the world to know about them, even in legend, is
dangerous. A Sensay has the power of the earth. You are one with
nature. The earth speaks to you. You are one with all of the
beings. All living beings are attuned to your senses.
For these reasons alone, you would be hated, feared
and… she looked at me long and hard, “hunted. I’m afraid in your
case there are some added complications. A long time ago, before
you were born, there was a gathering of all nations. Great warriors
and spirit walkers gathered in the desert of New Mexico. There was
a great sweat lodge built and those gathered were told by the Great
Spirit that a great Sensay would be born to a wise one. Great
powers would be bestowed upon her. She will unite all beings. She
will bring peace and happiness to the world. You, my Khe:awak, are
that Sensay.”
For a few minutes I let her words settle upon me. I
wanted to jump up and deny them, but there was a deeper emotion
rolling around inside me, one that recognized the truth.
“ But how am I to do this? I know
nothing of my powers nor am I anything special. I’m afraid I don’t
know what to do.”
“ You will be taught, by me and by
Cheveveyo, but mostly you will learn from the spirits and from
inside yourself. Your instincts will be your greatest
instructor.”
I was silent for a few minutes absorbing all she had
told me. I was tired and longed to be by myself to process all I
had learned today, but I had an undeniable need for her to tell me
about my family.
“ Are you my grandmother? Was my
Mom your daughter or my Dad your son?”
She looked sad and I hoped I hadn’t upset her by
reminding her of their deaths and was just getting ready to
apologize when she said, “Neither. I am not your grandmother, I am
your mother.”
Chapter 8
I sat frozen. I could not comprehend the words she’d
spoken. Oh, I heard them all right, but I couldn’t make any sense
of what they meant. “My what? What did you say about my
mother?”
“ Orenda, I am your birth Mother.
You are my khe:awak, my daughter. The Sherman’s were your adoptive
parents.”
“ No! I don’t believe you. They
were my parents. I loved them. I don’t even know you. Why are you
telling me this?” I jumped up and made my way towards the door. I
had to get out of here, but when I got to the doorway Bullet was
blocking my path. “Move Bullet!” When he didn’t budge I tried to
push him out of the way.
“ He won’t move. He wants you to
listen to me.”
“ I don’t want to listen to you.”
Not because I thought she was lying to me but because I didn’t want
to hear what she was going to tell me.
“ I had to protect you. There were
people looking for you. They would have taken you and used you for
their own sick purposes. That or they would have destroyed you in
order to make sure the prophesies don’t come true. I died a little
inside the day the Sherman’s took you away.
“ I gave you to them. They were
good people, whom I could trust to keep you safe. Jay Sherman had a
quarter Seneca blood running through his veins. He understood the
importance of keeping you hidden. You grew up in middle class
America just like thousands of other children. There was no way
they could find you.”
She gave a small bitter laugh “But they did, didn’t
they? They found you and the Shermans.”
I turned at the sound of grief in her voice. It was
something I couldn’t ignore. “You loved them too?” I
questioned.
“ Oh yes,” she said as she wiped
tears from her eyes. “They were beautiful spirits those two, and so
much in love. It was a shame that they couldn’t have their own
children. They brought you to see me a few times. That was all the
contact we could afford. I saw how much they adored
you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I knew she wasn’t lying
to me but I had trouble thinking of her as my mother.
Hesitantly I asked her, “Um, there is one thing I
want to ask. If you’re my Mother then why
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