When I first started my shamanic journeys I had a past life when I was an actual buffalo roaming the plains, and my lover gently killed me with respect and kindness. In that journey I had been cleansed by rain, like the waterfalls below. Jemais vu .... not recognizing that I had been downloading the information so long ago, and just didn't recognize it. I am sure many times I didn't recognize my DM in past lives, and even the past. But I am sure I always recognized their heart, and that it is the compass guiding me home.

"Buffalo" 07/01/2001

The first that I knew was of lovers delighting

The waterfalls humming, "It's starting, it's starting."

When the fence was of pickets 

The colors were white

We'll have the American dream, please be my wife

I stared at the images left on the screen

Your three sons and the beaver

Just like a scene from that Pleasantville thing

I longed to believe that Niagara was magic

I could love in a place that is seemingly solace 

I could become Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart, through straight country clubbing all day

Appreciate and don't hate

I longed to become Camelot in New York

Then my eyes opened wide

I saw crime and deceit 

The toxins and bodies all floating out past

Suddenly Buffalo seemed like a shuttering chill

Cold and hardened by winter's deep spell

A sick, run down void

Nothing could love to grow into a star

I'll stay way out west and keep my distances far 

I couldn't see farther then into the lies

Naive I could call it 

You may think otherwise 

I couldn't see farther than into my hand

Give me happy, quiet spaces

A life filled with lines I can easily draw in

Don't make it too real

I might have to be me

I am sure in Buffalo they are doing those things

Being real with their lives

Trying to push for a real Paradise

It's not like the land that they show on my screen

I just never saw light 

Then you pushed in the plug

I heard stories of the Niagara you love

Now I can't even wait to take myself east

In more ways than one

I don't know if I can explain in words though I'll try

Buffalo to me is more than a place

It's a spirit, a soul, that has really evolved

So Johnny come lately and take me straight home

I be a mother, a father, a lover, a whore

Buffalo, Buffalo, make me complete

Fill me with life and Niagara will sing. 

- Barbara Christensen