Gaia's Emissary

GAIA’S EMISSARY

SUZANNE FENSIN

Gilroy, CA

I dedicate this book to my cherished Light Family and friends.

Your magical love and support continues to inspire me and strengthen my purpose.

Copyright© 2010 by Suzanne Fensin

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Fensin, Suzanne.

Gaia's emissary / Suzanne Fensin. -- 1st ed. -- Gilroy, CA : Magical

Aspirations Press, c2010.

p. ; cm.

ISBN: 978-0-9828851-1-6

1. Gaia hypothesis--Fiction. 2. Human ecology--Fiction.

3. Geobiology--Fiction. 4. Conduct of life--Fiction. 5. Selfrealization--

Fiction. 6. Spiritual life--Fiction. I. Title.

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WIND WALKER PREPARES

The earth is in peril. Greed driven technology is destroying her. Those who know the prophecy of the Rainbow Warriors and work to preserve earth's resources await the children who will grow into their destinies of awakening humanity and restoring balance to our planet.

Mark Lameur, born into the idyllic setting of his mother’s tribe in Northern California, is one of them. His spirit name is Wind Walker. Between his mother, the tribe’s respected shaman, and his father, an attorney of French ancestry who is also a powerful spiritual adept and master teacher, Mark lives among the forces unseen to many but tangible and real to him. And so, Wind Walker’s journey begins.

As part of young Mark’s preparation, his family moves to a large city. Being of mixed heritage, they experience the sting of prejudice and ignorance. And they watch as Mark’s father takes on unscrupulous corporations whose endeavors are contributing to the destruction of the planet’s balance and health. His strength and integrity carry the family through the vicious attacks the corporate lawyers throw at them.

Despite being in the city, Mark and his brother, Joey, maintain their connection with the spirit and natural worlds, learning their timeless wisdoms. As they travel these mysterious dimensions, and meet others like them in the physical world, they gain the strength they will need for what is to come.

Gaia’s Emissary bridges the natural and the supernatural. It transports us to invisible realities that are still eminently believable. They are worlds we glimpse out of the corner of our eye as we are reading.

Yes, this is an intriguing story of life and learning in many worlds. Yet it is more. It is a portal into an awareness of what is not only possible, but probable. And it points us in the direction of hope.

Just who are Wind Walker and his fellow Rainbow Warriors? Perhaps you already know some of them, for they walk among us.

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Chapter One

Gaia, the sentience of planet earth, came to a pivotal point in her growth. This milestone brought her much attention from other souls and planetary bodies. The damage done by the troubled souls who populated her were astounding, yet she persevered. Her physical body had been damaged and scarred by mining, military experiments and horrendous wars. Her energy meridians had become blocked with toxic pollution in her atmosphere, soil and waterways. Various plant and animal species were dying off and upsetting her fragile ecosystem.

In their continual quest to evolve, the human population had excelled in technological developments but had disengaged from their spiritual origins. They fell prey to fear and greed, which, in turn, stifled the very evolution for which they strove. Their only hope to continue evolving and to heal mother earth was by awakening to their sovereignty as powerful, intelligent, spiritually well-rounded and compassionate individuals. This awakening would boost Gaia’s ability to rebirth herself. She would bring herself back into balance, clear away her physical damages and reverse the negative consciousness that had so greatly affected her.

Into this reality, I and many others incarnated on the earth plane as catalysts for change among humanity. I came into my energy body with great joy to be a part of the family that had made my physical life possible. They had chosen their positions carefully and cultivated their realities so we could efficiently satisfy our purposes.

Once everything stood ready, my current lifetime began to unfold. The beginning was rather magnificent, taking place on a November morning in 1959. The place was one of the most beautiful locations on earth, the northern California coast.

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Chapter Two

Rosalyn was eighteen years old. She was rather young for the responsibility as her people’s shaman. Her mother, who recently had died, had held the honored position before and had taught Rosalyn well. She accepted her duties with grace. Although she was an accomplished healer, herbalist and seer, she worried that she was not doing enough. Her people suffered from poverty and depression along with associated difficulties. Her father, an esteemed tribal elder was the only one in whom she could confide.

Father, she said. I feel like I should be doing more. Our people still suffer from historic crimes against them. Our land is still being destroyed and our people suffer greatly. Our current economic situation only makes it worse. What can I do?

Her father had joined her for her early morning prayers. Child, be patient. The wisdom you hold in your heart will do much for this community when the time is right. Each of us is on our own journey. Much of our difficulty is given to us to heal individually. Do not doubt yourself or your abilities. You are as powerful as your mother. Never forget that. Now, let us send our love to the spirits who share this place with us.

Her father’s words gave Rosalyn a temporary peace. Together, they sat in the meadow where they made their home. A gentle breeze wound its way through the fragrant grasses and an osprey circled overhead. A few minutes into their meditative trance, all became still. Then a great wind began to blow. Storm clouds raced in from all directions, colliding and tumbling toward the pair. They continued meditating, knowing that the all-consuming presence within the clouds had been designed by the universe as a messenger of great change.

Rosalyn and her father held steady as the clouds stopped over them. They were amazed as the clouds became magically infused with rainbows. The lights joined together in one grand rainbow shaft. From its base in the clouds, it shot straight up into the heavens. Two splinters broke off. One twirled and dipped to create a free-flowing wind that stirred the clouds. A magnificent golden sunrise broke through and gently kissed Rosalyn’s and her father’s cheeks. The other splinter gyrated, pulsed and contorted until it burst into a million pinpricks of light. The pinpricks reformed into a great streak of lightening that shot across the sky.

This vision was a great omen for her family and the neighboring tribal community. She trembled as her intuition told her that it would also greatly affect all of humanity. The next day, she stood before the tribal council and spoke of what she had seen.

"My brothers and sisters, we are all deeply saddened by the way our world has suffered so greatly from the continual destruction caused by greed. Our ancient prophesies tell of this time and the time that comes after, the time of the Rainbow Warriors. They will be the keepers of our ancient tribal customs. We will need them to restore this world back to health and to be mankind’s key to survival. They will be the awakeners and truthbringers. They will restore the ways of justice, peace, freedom, and the honoring of the Great Spirit. They will live free of the petty emotions that rule much of mankind and teach harmony among people from all corners of the earth. Their minds, hearts and souls will be full of only the purest of thoughts. They will be elected by the people, for the people because of their actions instead of political maneuvering and greedy practices.

"Brothers and sisters, these Rainbow Warriors will have many difficult tasks. They will have to conquer seemingly insurmountable mountains of ignorance. They will encounter prejudice, hatred and danger. They must be strong, courageous and unwavering in their dedication, and the time is fast approaching when we must be ready to be their teachers.

The winds of change are blowing more persistently now. The clouds of my vision tell of great strife and increased dangers to Gaia and all her inhabitants. Mankind’s suffering will continue from more wars, new diseases and increasingly deadly ecological disasters. In our darkest hour, the Rainbow Warriors will step forth and be ready to fulfill the prophecy. They will help bring our world back to balance and love once again.

The council sat silently pondering her words. Their eyes shone with unshed tears as they struggled with the revelations of her vision. Rosalyn smiled at those she loved so well. What she would say next would cheer them. Her father closed his eyes and smiled, knowing what she was about to reveal.

There will soon be Rainbow Warriors born into this community, she said.

There was a collective gasp from the council followed by cheering. Rosalyn smiled.

They will bring the great wisdom they have collected during their many incarnations, she said, but their birth will make them forget. They will rely on us to teach them and re-awaken them to the ancient ways. Are you ready to nurture these souls so they can take their predestined places amongst humanity and succeed at their life missions?

The council members stood to honor the seriousness of the occasion. With a resounding A-ho! they committed themselves to the task. They joined together in prayer to ask for the peaceful and joyful coming of their very own Rainbow Warriors.

Word spread quickly of Rosalyn’s vision. A sense of anticipation and hope grew throughout the community. Ceremonies were planned and the community became closer. Songs were sung, poems were written, and hugs and happy tears were part of the festivities. Being alive to witness the coming of the prophesied Rainbow Warriors was a great honor. Their ceremonies embraced gratitude, hope, unity, and love.

In the days following her appearance at the council, Rosalyn felt as if she had grown an inch taller. She had vowed to be a good shaman for her community. Receiving and sharing the vision helped her know she would succeed. However, new and unexpected changes were happening within her. Her energy level fluctuated between extreme highs and complete exhaustion. She experienced bouts of nausea and intense hunger. At times, her insides quivered as if they were expanding. Even her dreams shifted from external visions and concerns to an internal focus on her courage, and on nurturing and birthing new possibilities.

A week after the vision, Rosalyn wandered restlessly along a narrow strip of beach a short distance from her home. She had been scanning the ocean waves for sea otters when the surrounding energy suddenly shifted. The forested mountains and the ocean shimmered. She sensed a new, vaguely familiar energy mingling with the environment. Inhaling sharply, she closed her eyes and leaned against a boulder.

Dear ocean and forest spirits, she asked, what is this shifting energy now upon the land?

The answer was clear. The change foretold in your vision has arrived.

She hurried home to tell her father. Soon afterward, she fainted and slept deeply for several hours.

The following day, Rosalyn walked home after visiting an elderly house-bound neighbor. As she passed through a grove of fragrant redwoods, she sensed the same energy she had before. This time it was more intense and focused. She stopped, looked around and fully expected the surroundings to change, but they did not. Instead a slight movement amongst the shadowy red and brown of a nearby tree caught her eye. She stared in surprise as a dark, mysterious man seemed to step out from the trunk onto the path.

His energy matched that of the rolling storm clouds. He stopped close to her. Their eyes met and held. In his eyes, she saw her vision of change. She gasped as she recognized him as the bringer of that change. He completely overwhelmed her with his smile and her knees buckled. He caught her easily and cradled her in his embrace. She couldn’t form coherent thoughts. The only words she was able to speak came from her heart.

You have come, she said with a hint of wonder.

While studying her intently, he nodded. I have come.

Once she was able to stand, he escorted her to a fallen log. They sat together and became better acquainted. Although he spoke English, his words reflected an unfamiliar accent. This intrigued her. She stared at him, wondering where he’d come from. She didn’t have to wonder for long.

My name is Benjamin Lameur, he said, and I am very pleased to finally be with you.

I am Rosalyn.

Do I feel familiar to you? he asked.

Yes, you do feel familiar, like an old friend. You are the energy of the storm clouds in my vision. But I don’t have to tell you that because you share my sight, don’t you?

He smiled. Yes, I do share your sight. I have had this vision since childhood. I only partially understood it until you came to me in a dream. The vision’s energy was all around you. I knew then that the vision was ours together. You and I are soul mates. We have shared many other lifetimes. We agreed to come together again to fulfill our purpose of bringing the Rainbow Warriors of the ancient prophecies onto the earth plane to help heal Gaia.

Rosalyn nodded and smiled. She had felt the attraction the moment their eyes met. Seeing her vision within his eyes had confirmed her suspicion that there was a soul connection.

How did you find me and where did you come from? By then, she felt more comfortable with him.

Benjamin broke into a grin. I was born and raised in France. About four years ago, you came to me in a dream, calling me to the U.S. I had already enrolled in Harvard so was moving in the right direction. After a couple of years I completed my law degree and became a citizen, waiting to dream of you again. I was offered a job in a small law office in the town just south of here. When I began my journey west, your spirit became quite adamant that I find you. The vision was much more intense than before. The closer I got, the stronger my sense of reunion with you was. My intuition told me to walk in the forest today. So I did and here we are.

Our reunion is a blending of the energies in the vision, Rosalyn said. Yours is the essence of protection, strength and forward movement represented by the rolling clouds. Mine is the love, light and balance represented by the rainbow.

Together, our children will embody the essence of the sunrise and lightning. Benjamin’s words completed her thought.

They smiled at each other. He took her hand, lightly kissing her sensitive inner wrist. Rosalyn was very happy to have met her soul mate, and was relieved to be able to share the great changes that were upon them.

Shall we begin our journey now? he asked.

They walked hand-in-hand to Rosalyn’s family farm. Upon their arrival, her few living relatives stood and stared at the stranger. Benjamin looked each one in the eye and introduced himself.

I am Benjamin Lameur, and I have come to join Rosalyn to fulfill the prophecy of our peoples.

His manner left no doubt about his courage. In his eyes they saw truth. They felt a strong familiarity with him and they welcomed him as one of their own.

In the weeks that followed, Rosalyn introduced Benjamin to the community. He shared much of his own heritage. Although the two were from different continents, many of their customs and beliefs were similar. During this time, he and Rosalyn enjoyed long walks in the wild landscape. They shared intimate details and fell deeply in love.

The marriage ceremony took place at a sacred spot deep in the forest with various tribal members present. Their wedding night was passionate and the energy of procreation was strong. Rosalyn embraced the conception with delight and was eager to meet her first-born son. She knew in her heart that this son and the one that would follow would be as magical as their father. Neither would be ruled by the global elite that controlled the world. No, her sons would be the Rainbow Warriors her ancestors had put such faith in for so many years.

The realization allowed Rosalyn to release her worries about her ability to help her people. She looked forward to what the future would bring for all people of the world.

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Chapter Three

As soon as Rosalyn and Benjamin conceived my physical presence, my spiritual or soul essence slipped into this earth plane. It was a delight to be back on this glorious planet. What an amazing place to be born! The majestic fog-enshrouded forests, vibrant rivers, rolling grass-covered hills and wild coastline were terrific places for my energy body to play while my physical body grew within Mother’s protective, nurturing embrace.

This magical place of Mother’s people was idyllic even though the damages visited upon dear Gaia were visible everywhere. My new family had cherished Gaia and lived in reverence and harmony among the wisdom-filled redwoods until little more than a century before. Then greedy intruders forced our family to fight for their lives and for Gaia. Unfortunately, only a fraction of my peaceful family survived. Sadly, Gaia suffered as well.

In this place, there was much to keep me entertained in my fully conscious energetic form. My parents were very aware of my spiritual or soul presence. They had known almost at the moment of my conception that I was a male energy, and Father felt strongly that I should be named Mark.

It is our culture’s custom for parents to mentor the child in the ways of the community. They also shower the children with love, which creates a foundation of understanding themselves. My parents were diligent tutors and I listened well. Since we were all soul mates who planned to be together before this incarnation, we were all very tuned into each other’s energetic vibration. That allowed us to interact through our hearts’ loving energy.

They mentored me until my physical body was ready to be born. On my birth day, my soul would join with my physical body. Until then I was happy to experience the forest. I could float and bob along the current of a nearby creek. Once I flowed out to sea, I swam with the fish, otters and dolphins. If I wanted loftier entertainment, I flew with the wind and drifted along on soft breezes.

I was flying the day Mother called to me. It was time for me to fully connect with my body and be born into the physical earth plane. Mother and Father had come to a secret and sacred place deep in the forest. Beneath a canopy of primitive ferns and wise and protective old growth redwoods, Mother and Father coaxed me into this reality.

Being squeezed from the warm cocoon of Mother’s womb into the world was quite a shock. My new skin prickled from the energized environment. For a brief moment, I had no breath and felt incredibly constricted and heavy. Father’s big capable hands massaged my body. That stimulated my organs and allowed me to take my first breaths.

It was a blustery autumn day and the storm lashing the treetops filtered down to us. I rejoiced at feeling the movement of the air, and I expanded my lungs and absorbed the electrical energy of the thunder and lightning. As the wind whipped through the trees and swirled down in dancing spirals, I lifted my voice and howled along with it. I raised my fist in victory at being able to physically feel and absorb the elements I loved so much. As I howled, Father gifted me with the spirit name Wind Walker. Yes! I, Mark Alexander Lameur had arrived!

My arrival was celebrated among my family as well as within our greater family of tribal members throughout the region. Tribal and intertribal ceremonies were held. Even though our community was spread throughout the mountains and valleys, they united in a single cause to love and support me. They brought me gifts created from the heart and the natural resources of our homeland.

Amidst all the love and support, I grew quickly. There was never a shortage of mentoring among my small extended family. In addition to my parents, I learned from my mother’s father, a great uncle, my mother’s two brothers and their wives and my four cousins. For a long time, Father’s grandmother was the only relative we knew on his side. She lived in Europe and held a diplomatic position, which allowed her to travel around the world, so she visited us often.

During this tranquil time, I became better acquainted with the two glorious souls who were now my parents. Mother’s gentle spirit was reflected in everything she did. When she held me, her embrace was strong and supportive and her touch was gentle and soothing. Her voice was soft and reassuring when she sang me to sleep. I loved when she took me to the meadow where the butterflies lived. She would call to them in a sing-song voice, Sweet flower angels, will you play with us today? Within minutes, butterflies of all sizes and colors fluttered around me, and tickled me with their dainty bodies.

Whenever she nursed a sick animal, she whispered, Be gentle, my love. The animal would relax and thank her with a lick or a wag of a tail. People loved Mother too. She was often called to nurse the sick or counsel someone through an emotional trauma. May the great spirit be with you, she would say as she touched them gently and looked deep into their eyes. Although her touch was gentle, it conveyed her strength of purpose and a groundedness that inspired hope.

My father was my hero. Each morning, he would pick me up and ask me in a laughing voice, So, little eagle, what adventures shall we have today? Then he would wiggle his eyebrows and hug me close. He was very protective. Even when I couldn’t see him, I felt his watchfulness. He was a talented storyteller and had a way of making us believe even the silliest of tales.

Father’s strength, intelligence, patience and athleticism made him popular among the men. He enjoyed debating with Grandfather, running foot races and building things with my uncles and always had kind, wise words for my cousins. Whenever the council wanted to be sure they were making the best decisions they asked Father to debate their choices.

I also believed Father commanded the elements. Occasionally he would ask, What weather do you fancy today? When we children answered, he would point to the sky and close his eyes for a few brief moments. Then he would declare, And so it is! The weather was always as we had requested.

In addition to the peace and love I felt within our home, other family members and members of the community filled me with the stories of my mother’s people. They also told me of the Devic Kingdom that nurtured the environment. This kingdom flourished on another dimension and consisted of the Great Forest Devas, the Minor Devas and Fairies.

The Great Forest Devas were as wispy as the late morning fog . They constantly changed shape and brilliance depending