FireCat! The Legend of Amazon Sage©

Sage is a quirky girl who always loved wild animals, funny people, adventure and indigenous music. She still does.

What no one knows is that every night in her dreams, Sage

transforms into a woman of power and wisdom, called

Amazon Sage.

Unlimited by the confines of newtonian physics, she is fierce and full of compassion, traveling where ever she is needed to help relieve suffering in the world.

Only problem is,

Amazon Sage© only lives while Sage is dreaming.

Once Sage awakens, Amazon Sage © disappears. These blogs are written by Sage, telling what happens in this most secret life...

Monday, January 31, 2011

Today is a new day. Now, let me tell you about last night. It started when I heard about the deaths of two young teens at the hands of their mother... I have been told that I am like the Tibetan aspect of compassion,  Avalokiteśvara, “she who hears the tears of the world.”  That is because I too hear people’s silent suffering. Unlike Superman, I do not use ultrasonic hearing to hear screams from far away places. Rather, I hear the silence of hurt souls.... Sometimes I am even able to comfort them. Last night, in my dreams, what called me to action was the sound of two children, forever silenced by their own mother. She was so consumed by her own anger, hurt, and sadness, that she took their lives. At first, she only wanted to take her own, but at the last moment, her rage over took her and she failed. Now, as those children suffer in that place where sentient beings go before they find peace, they cannot understand why she took out her anguish on them. After all, they were simply being teens when they tested her limits. It was not their fault that their Dad was deployed to a far off country. 
This is what I shared: “Of course it is not your fault. That rare time between childhood and adulthood is designed to ask questions, to test limits; in the safety of loving relationships.  In a healthy environment, each parent is able to share in that struggle with his or her helpmate trading off when nerves are frayed. However, when one parent must do this alone; when they are consumed by their own sorrow or life stress or loneliness, sometimes they reach a point of no return, when they desperately need someone, anyone to reach out to them. The signs are there. For some, you may notice how unyielding they become over the smallest events. For others, you may hear them mutter veiled threats without clarifying that they are joking. This is someone’s sister or daughter and she needs help before she does this thing that is never undone. Perhaps now, she will get that help and you will finally sleep in peace."

Sunday, January 30, 2011

The day after...

Today is the birthday of one of the few people who can say she personally met Chile's former dictator President, Augusto Pinochet. I had to go back in time to see her do that but when you're dream traveling, time is no object. Her grandmother used to call her Feather because she'd never heard of a baby being named Heather before, but in the years since, there have been a lot of Heathers named, so her parents must've gotten it right.

At the age of 16, while a foreign exchange student in Chile, South America, Heather wrote a personal letter to Chile's leader innocently telling him that "Americans would probably like him a lot better if he acted nicer" and stopped kidnapping people. Fortunately, when Pinochet received that letter, he was charmed. Here was a little exchange student who really thought she might change change the world.  Of course, Heather had no idea just how dangerous he was so when Pinochet sent his henchmen to the little villiage of LLay LLay (means wind, wind), to pick her up, she was delighted. Her "host mother" was forbidden to go. That young girl was spirited away to the Presidential Palace with barely enough time to grab her boyfriend's leather jacket and say good-bye.

That's when I got the message that I needed to be there to make sure she was okay. Perhaps because her birthday is today -- sometimes special days get mixed up in my "dream" wiring -- that while Sage slept, I transported to the palace. There she was. beautiful young, strong, humorous Heather, walking down that long hall toward the inner sanctum of one of the baddest dictators in the world. And by this time, she got that she was completely vulnerable.

I wish I could say that I rescued her and got her home safely, but to tell the truth, she did it all on her own. I was her witness. I can only say that the next morning before I had to return to my safe home, in the States, the newspapers already had her phot splashed all over the Chilean news! Happy birthday, Heather, so glad you're on our side!