Its a beautiful day here on the prairie. I finished framing in the downstairs tub and shower this morning. Then worked on a pipestone bowl I'm carving. Thank you again for your support and generosity. Getting back to the story of the project I have to go back to 2009 again.
Some of you know I'm a motorcyclist. I used to invest in bikes rather than the stock market. Bikes are fun to ride and it's like owning a herd of horses without the boarding fees. Any how after I'd had the dream about my dad and the chopper, I was looking online for a knucklehead to invest in. I found one for sale by an old guy in Iowa. However by the time I called him it was sold. So he and I visited a bit about bikes. Turns out he is Creek. I told him my dads mom was Arapaho and we connected like old family friends. He was in his 70's and had worked on, driven, and owned bikes since the 30's! Very old school dude. I asked him why he was selling his bikes. (usually these guys don't part with their stuff especially the good stuff and certainly not at the price he was selling bikes for).
He said that he needed money to get his granddaughter out of foster care. Her parents were in prision for meth and she had been scooped up by CPS and put in a foster home. He needed money to pay the legal fees to get her out of that system and home with him. She was 5. We chatted abut more about his situation and about motorcycles and family. A few days later after thinking about him a bit I woke up with the Clear knowledge that I was supposed to help him. So I called and let him know I was going to drive out to see him from Dallas and bring him some cash. He could give me whatever he wanted in trade but I was going to give him the cash he needed. He said ok and told me to bring a trailer.
So I drove to Iowa. Met his granddaughter and the other family and while his family loaded unknown motorcycle parts in my trailer I went in the house to visit with him privately. From being in his house and meeting his granddaughter and his sisters I could tell he was also an old school Creek Indian man who loved the earth and sky and his family, and who kept his prayers close. So I gave him $12,000.00 cash shook his hand and left.
I was taught to do my work and not look back. Release your prayers and let the spirits work it out. Trust them no matter what. Most of my friends thought I was nuts to give him that money for a trailer full of parts and in their eyes junk. But it was the right thing to do. What he did or did not do with it was between him and the spirits. I knew I had done my work for that day.
We built the chopper. Lol it had a six foot rake to the forks and was a complete death trap! Lol but it was super cool. I never rode it. It was way too scarey lol! But we did it! I took it to the Texas motorcycle expo and it won first place in two categories. So now what to do with this "spirit dream" bike.
So that was the first part of my dream that got made into reality. Very cool.
During the time/ years we were building the bike I met the grandmothers in AZ and at Lake Superior. Which is also where I met GMa Margaret. She encouraged me to find my Arapaho relatives and I'm working on it. In ceremony at Oklahoma my Nannie (my dads mom) came in the lodge and visited w/ GMa Margaret. That was really special for me. My Nannie died when I was 30. She came to see me after she died and we had tea and visited. She patted me on the knee and told me I had been a good girl. She's said because I had always wanted to know where we came from she said I want you to know we are Arapaho people. Never forget, she said, "You are Arapaho." She still visits me in the dreamtime to teach me things. That is how I know when my dad shows up in the dreamtime the spirits are giving me direction from my ancestors.
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