Stille Nacht - My Guide
A shout out to my cousin Steffie for being an integral part to the opening of my Spiritual Gateway :0). After my fun filled night of a keeping my eyes peeled for “the shadow people” my life, as I knew it, changed considerably. The doors were now wide open for any “imaginary” friends to come through and just, well…. Hang out – at will, whenever they wanted. The first one showed up when I was playing Cowboys & Indians (as I said earlier, I was always the Brave who came to save the day)… So there I am, hidden in the bushes keeping a lookout for the Cowboys, and I hear a rustling sound behind me. I turn myself around to look for the intruder… nothing moves – all is quiet. I settle back down on my haunches and there it is again…. the rustling, right beside me now. I quick move my head to right and come face to face with a Native American youth dressed in all his finery. Buckskin Loin cloth, beautiful necklaces made of small white and coral colored shells and a majestic headdress made of white and brown feathers. His raven colored hair hung down in two braids over his chest, reaching almost to his waist. That was really what stood out the most to me – his beautiful long hair. I know right lol… go figure :0) but having very short hair myself (due to the frequent trips to Opas barber) I wanted nothing more at the moment than to reach out and touch it.
His name was Stille Nacht (that’s Quiet Night to you). He said that he had been watching me for a while but was waiting for the right moment to come out and meet me. I offered him to come sit down beside me and share in the bountiful feast I had stored in my brown paper bag. As I pulled out the Schinken sandwich, Stille Nacht moved closer – close enough for me to smell the odor of pine and tobacco. I handed him half of my sandwich but he declined saying that wasn’t hungry. Always the gracious hostess (like my Oma taught me) I put the sandwiches back into the bag, and then leaned forward to look at him more closely. He had soft, olive colored skin – smooth as a baby’s bottom (NO I didn’t touch it lol... I was just looking). His eyes were almond shaped, the pupils black as night. High cheekbones and a long, straight nose. He was beautiful.
We sat there for the longest time in complete silence, just listening to the sounds around us. Occasionally he would smile at me and I would smile back. Nothing needed to be said. Thinking back at this now, one would think that I should have been curious as to where he came from, why he was dressed like that and why he looked so different than me. But I wasn’t. He never said his name out loud to me; I just “knew” what it was… He was as real to me as You, reading this post right now.
The sky had darkened and the streetlights came on. I stood up, brushed myself off then asked Stille Nacht if he wanted to come home with me for supper. He looked up at me and said “I will sit here a while longer and keep a watch out, to make sure you get home safely”. Okay, that shouldn’t have made any sense to me - but it did…
