I had a dream, in this dream it was a sunny summer day, I was just getting off of a bus with a group who were visiting this old park that was being modernized. I was walking underneath Power line towers that gave everyone something to gawk at while I ventured off towards the true sight that I knew about. I had 2 other people with me, one was a "sister" who was trying to be angry she had a friend with her who liked me and when the "sister" wanted to go back to a corner to watch the group under the power lines, the friend came with me because she found my conversation and company more interesting, we were talking about our favorite scene at the park. I was leading her to the place I admired most.
A tree was just up ahead surrounded by stones in a circle, the wind would blow and the leaves would rustle giving me peace and strength, I told the friend, "This is what I want to see, this tree!" She asked me why and I told her that for every stone a monk stood or sat meditating and praying to this tree until they died, they were buried standing in prayer position just underneath the stones which kept this tree alive. I would have visions of native shamans 50 in number all surrounding this tree with their spirit. Purple flowers grew around the stones, in some cases completely covering the spots where their stones where placed.
The girl felt kind of uneasy about it as we came closer, she wasn't sure about what she felt and decided to stay back, I was passing through the circle, when I did so it seemed like I entered another place and inside the circle was yet another one that surrounded the root of the tree. I walked inside an opening and found it to be a house. In this house I seen family, they were always angry, and I felt like I just wanted to sleep and be left alone, there were no happy times. Another "sister" would invade my sleep trying to steal one of my best dresses and I beat her up, my brother Marshall would come and creep in my room trying to bug me, he would leave before I would wake up because he knew better.
When I did wake up, I would look outside the window, the window was actually an opening in the upper part of the tree where I would see family having a get together, happy in the sun and in the circle just outside the tree, I would see the purple flowers and notice the patches made patterns depicting the various energies the monks continued to exude on the changing landscape, still forever guarding what was sacred to them.