bird listens to these prayers. The designs begin to come.

The beauty of the day in the East becomes apparent.

The inspiration rises, although often it is seen through

a veil, such as an object or a song. The rhythm of beauty

begins to spread. The song rises. This rhythm is filling

the air. With songs, with prayers, with designs.

The side extending feathers are yellow hammer

feathers. The man who knew most about this bird was

a Comanche, named Quana Parker. I went into a

meeting once and had a vision. I took the herb once and

began to understand the time had come for further

knowledge about this Cormorant bird. The conscious-

ness awakened. I saw a man to the right. I saw Quana

Parker at first, but then the human form began to go

out of existence. In a great tissue of light and sparkling

ripples of water came the bird. In the midst of this great

moving light was the Cormorant. There was a softness, a

coolness of the air. There was a beauty of mists and of

rainbows. This great god of birds, this god of the waters

became apparent. He comes flying and tips the water

with his wings. The air fills with birds. They glide and

dip and swim. There is a silver light on their feathers.

A radiance is around this bird who has authority over

all birds of the waters.

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