For some weird reason I have been interested in the eight powers of Raj Yoga as taught by bkwsu.org. In order to become the embodiment of them, I have decided to take one at a time and see the effects of it in practical life.

Ths story is recorded from a play that we put on in 2008.
Here is the soundtrack. blogtalkradio.com/cdgood/2008/06/24/calm-soundtrack-for-voices-of-one

It is becoming an illustrated book that teaches about inner power.

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THE MEDICINE DREAMER
It was a long long time ago not far from this moment. The night was at it’s darkest hour— dawn was coming.

On the edge of the crumbling city, was a tree. It's dry, wrinkled branches stretched deep into the starless night. At its feet, nestled deep within the entangling roots and soil rich with decay, something was stirring. Not the frantic stirring of the creatures of the forest, but a slow deliberate expansion. Something was growing.

That night seemed to last forever. The sky remained motionless, the stars obscured by a false twilight and thick fog. But slowly and surely the seed grew. Relentless, but deliberate and calculated, it's growth heaved it's ancient forbearer, and if you listened closely you could hear the moans of birth and death as the sapling reached for the coming dawn.

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Not far off, an ancient canoe was slowly rocking in the murky waters. Inside the Dreamer lay, cradled by a thorny swirl of brambles and reeds, still as a frozen corpse. Waiting.

A gentle gust of wind broke the calm. It brought gentle waves lapping at the side of the canoe and reached inside to lift the hair from the dreamers face. Two eyes shone brightly in the night, piercing through the darkness and reflecting the light of the moon. The time had come.

“Sweet Dreamer, it’s time. It’s time for kindness to rule the world.”

The first thing the dreamer saw was a star high up in the night sky, through a lattice of woven weeds. How long was the sleep? It seemed like thousands of years. As her vision widened she saw a great shadow cross the full moon. Great wings outstretched still and motionless as the night. It was accompanied by a high pitched call, but she could not make out the meaning.

Just then, she heard a voice. Nothing like the proud shriek of the eagle or the hushed whisper of the wind. This voice was small, barely heard above the rustle of the reeds. Two small fiery eyes peered from the bramble above. It was a tiny mouse.

“Dreamer, wake up! This is no time for napping! You have work to do."

The Dreamer tried to move, but saw the branches were so tight around the boat that no movement was possible.

“Little Mouse” the Dreamer said, “I am trapped. I cannot move."

“Dreamer, take a big breath”, the mouse said, with a knowing smile.

The smell of a faint tinge of ocean could be discerned.

"You are about to embark on a long journey.", proclaimed the mouse in his whispery, high powered voice.. "On this journey you will pass through four doors and gather eight powers so you can teach others to do the same, and the sorrow can be banished from the children of the land". The mouse was now casually gnawing on the matted brambles and reeds as he went on with piercing eyes flashing.

“Think of your journey as a circle, like a big compass. It is within this compass, you will find your direction. You will end here, where you have begun, knowing it for the first time." The dreamer raised her now free arm.

"The first doorway is the Doorway of the East. Here you begin with your mind, your thoughts. The element of Air can be found here.”

A splash could be heard over the insistent chewing of the mouse. There on the right side of the canoe was a large turtle. "Dreamer, I have come to give you your first power.
It is the power to know who you are. This power is like a seed in your mind, from which your courage can grow. See that star up above? You are like that, not your body, not your role. Can you imagine that you are like this star? This power helps you withdraw in a shell of protection, set boundaries around you". The Dreamer helped the turtle climb up on the side of the canoe. Holding the turtle, the dreamer saw how vulnerable and soft the turtles body was. Suddenly the turtle pulled back into it’s shell.

From inside, in an echoey voice, the Turtle said, “Dreamer, knowing that you are like this star, helps you detach and turn within, loving yourself and feeling at home wherever you go. Instead of reaching out for acceptance, you can accept yourself. The Turtle came out with a gift. It was a small, pink clam shell.

"Dreamer, put this around your neck."
The Dreamer meekly reached out and it fell around her neck and she felt the boat heading away from shore, caught up in the current.

The mouse shouted "Take Me With You!!!" and flung himself into the boat and they headed out into the murky unknown silent darkness of the river.