Shambala Mystery Series
Shambala Mystery Series
Two Crows is a supplement book to Lucky Two Crows. That novel speaks of a parallel life, Lucky Two Crows in Present Time, and TWO CROWS in 1876. In fact, most of the modern characters in Book One are alive and well in this book, 150 years before.
In 1876 Two Crows, then a scout for General George Custer, deserts and returns to his Blackfeet village. He wants his Medicine Man grandfather WOLF EYES to cure his Future Dreaming problem, his ability to view the far away future. He marries WHITE FEATHER, who shares in his future dreams. After returning to his village and leading Blackfeet warriors on a massacre of 7th calvary soldiers, he decides to follow in Grandfather’s footsteps, to become a Medicine Man and ride the High Pony.
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Blackfeet village - Montana 1876
Grandfather Wolf Eyes was sitting in front of the red ember glow of his tipi fire, awakened from an impossible dream.
He had gone to another time, he believed to be many years in the future. In this place he wore the clothing of the white man. There were no horns, feathers or beads dangling down his chest, only a tiny black raven on a white string, dangling down his white shirt. Here, wherever here was, he was also Blackfeet and lived in the biggest lodge he had ever seen. He spoke the white tongue, oddly enough, since he had never met a white man. He could understand his words. You must help your grandson. You must save him, so he can save his future self.
Grandfather threw scrub oak branches into his fire, and looked up through the tipi flap, into the starry Montana sky. I do not understand this dream. I have only one grandson, Two Crows, he thought, then spoke out loud to the fire, “I have not seen him in over fifteen years, since he was stolen by the Crow as a child. Save him? How can I save him when I have no idea where he is?”
The fire did not answer.
Grandfather couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking about his dream. He threw sage, sweet grass and devil’s weed into the flames, chanted a prayer and then asked for his brother hawk to come; to answer his questions.
Hawk suddenly appeared before him, shaking his lovely brown feathers, as if he had just landed after a long flight. How may I help you, Wolf Eyes? Hawks spoke without words.
I had a vision of a time far in the future. A voice, my future voice, said that I must save my grandson Two Crows, so he can save his future self.
Aho. Yes, I have seen your dream. Your grandson is on his way, as we speak.
He’s coming here? Why?
It is time for this story to begin. Are you ready to hear it, live it?
I am, Grandfather answered. Tell me.
Your grandson Two Crows has been a warrior, a scout for the white soldiers. He is a young man of many dreams, and wants to share them with you. When he left the white man’s fort, two soldiers followed him. They shot him in his back and left him to die a slow death. But he did not want to die. I have been guiding him to your village. He is weak, but strong enough to still be riding, while he is dying, Hawk began.
What can I do? Grandfather asked the messenger from the spirit world.
Prepare for his arrival. Have water and healing herbs ready, someone to watch over him. He will not survive long without your medicine.
Medicine for a bullet in his back?
Only you, and your women, have the medicine he needs.
My women? Grandfather questioned, thinking about Sits-in-the-Sun, the woman who feeds him, and her daughter White Feather. Why did they want to kill him?
Your grandson walked a path not of his choosing. Nevertheless, he was the best Crow Indian scout of the long-hair white Chief named Custer. But the High Pony called to him. Made his dream confusing.
I saw the High Pony in his eyes the day he was born. Did he see something that caused him to finally leave the white man?
He did, indeed, Hawk replied. In his dreamtime, he flew into the lodge of the great chiefs as they talked about the upcoming battle in a valley they call Big Horn. He foresaw his own death, and hundreds of white soldiers The next morning he tried to warn the long haired white chief, but it only angered the man. Two Crows did not want to die, so he left that morning. The white chief thought he was a traitor, and ordered that he be shot dead.
A frog hopped by, stopped and looked up at Grandfather, sitting alone in front of the fire. Life is a very strange mystery, the frog thought to him.
Yes, frog is right, Hawk said. Many things happen for reasons we may never fully understand. He would have come to you whether there was a battle at Big Horn or not. He wanted to understand his future dreaming.
I see. Grandfather thought for a moment and then offered, I too dream of the future.
Pay attention to these dreams. Ask to see more of this future time, so you will understand what your grandson is seeing. Seek advice from other spirit totems, if need be. With that said, hawk disappeared from his dream.
Grandfather needed a clear vision. This time he added chaparral, and some of his best tobacco to his fire, after he has smoked some. He then settled on his buffalo blanket, in front of the fire. He closed his eyes and asked for a vision of his grandson.
In the open prairie, he saw the young man hunched over, his stomach on the horse’s back. It took all the young man’s willpower to keep riding. Grandfather knew, the way seer’s know, that Two Crows would arrive that very night.
He got up and went to the tipi of Sits-in-the-Sun, and asked her to be ready to help his grandson, who had been shot. He would be near death, after at least a day on horseback.
Sometime past midnight, Two Crows arrived at the village, just as Grandfather foresaw. He was smart enough to wear black moccasins, so he would be recognized as a Blackfeet. Two night guards carried him to the tipi of a deceased warrior. Sits-in-the-Sun’s daughter, White Feather, joined her. They gave him water, mashed yampa root to swallow and herbs for his fever. They removed the bullet and placed poultices on the wound, then spent the rest of the night by his side.
Grandfather chanted throughout the night, sending healing energy to his grandson.
The next morning the two women continued nursing the unconscious young man. They draped wet cloth over his hot, fevered body, smudged him with sage and other herbal smoke, and continually lifted his head to make him drink. He remained unconscious. White Feather couldn’t understand how he found their village, so far away from anyone, hidden in the curve of a river. She wished he would wake up. She had many questions to ask Two Crows.
“You are young and strong, Two Crows. I have waited my whole life for you,” she whispered in his ear before she left the tipi.
Grandfather sat at his grandson’s side after she left. He remembering when Two Crows and White Feather played together as children. They were best friends, until he disappeared, captured by the Crow. Grandfather knew that his grandson’s arrival was a dream come true for her.
Grandfather Wolf Eye’s sat in front of the fire, looking over at Two Crows. He rattled his gourd, sprinkled sage and chaparral into the fire, closed his eyes and began a low guttural chant, “hiya . . . hiya . . . Hiya” as he thought this prayer to Napi, the Old Man, Oh Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the silence, whose breath I breathe, you who give life to the world, help me to open my eyes so I can clearly see past the great illusion that separates time. Help me to allow the unknown to be known, the unseen to be seen, so I will understand the meanings of my future visions. He waited for a sign, to confirm that his prayer had been heard. No sign came.
White Feather entered the tipi. She put her hand on Two Crow’s forehead. His fever was high; his body drenched in sweat. She wiped him down and placed fresh wet clothes on his head, then sat across from the old man. “Grandfather,” she tentatively spoke, broaching etiquette by disturbing his meditation. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at her. She continued, “I am afraid. His fever is too high.”
Wolf Eyes wasted no time selecting sprigs of sticky geranium, wild licorice, cottonwood bark, chokecherry and alpine fir, which he threw into the almost dying fire. He closed his eyes and summoned his raven guide, the guardian of healing magic. When her image filled his mind, he had his sign and smiled, knowing that his grandson would soon be as good as new. White Feather intuitively stood up, and without opening his eyes, he waved for her to leave.
As she left, she didn’t notice the raven who flew through the open apex flap of the tipi, and landed on Two Crow’s bare chest. Grandfather silently observed. Finally Raven spoke, His fever will soon pass. The woman who just left his side. They will have many children. He will follow you on his High Pony.
This is good to know, Grandfather answered with a satisfied nod to the bird.
I see another him, in a far away future time, Raven continued. This future warrior will stand up for your people, and risk his life to save your way. He will have an enemy. A man named Hawk. You must make sure this man doesn’t kill the other him.
I don’t know how this is possible. Wolf Eye’s responded. How can I save a future man’s life?
What you don’t understand today, you will understand in the days and months to come, Raven answered. You must begin to think differently.
I am ready to think differently. I want to know my future self, so I can help my grandson know and understand his.
Soon you will be guided to a place beyond time and space, where you will meet your future self. With this said, Raven lifted off Two Crow’s chest, and flew away.
Grandfather looked at the sweating Two Crows, his mind torn between thoughts of his future self, and his need to attend to his Grandson.