My appreciation of Native American pow wows and sun dances began in June 1996 when I attended the first Star Knowledge Conference in South Dakota.

Prior to that, I had traveled through the United States and met many Native Americans on a quest to find someone spiritual who would be willing to share knowledge with me. I wanted to work with someone with higher knowledge. I never connected with any of those people, on the level in which I would have learned.

On one trip through Nevada and California, I had sought out a shaman hoping to learn more about healing. Z set up synchronicities which brought me to two different shaman. In both cases I felt like an outsider, and learned nothing.

I realized that I was in truth an outsider, but I had hoped they would connect with my spiritual side and allow me to become part of their traditions if only for an evening. Perhaps these healing lessons were not needed for my soul path. Perhaps they were for those specially trained or of a Native American bloodline. One must get past ego and accept what is given.

I guess what I was searching for was someone mystical and magical with abilities above what we have, someone who was clairvoyant, someone linked to my soul frequency. To date I haven't found this soul in my Native American quests.

In truth, I have explored many places and met thousands of people, yet I never met one who was connected to me, or with whom I would learn something that I couldn't find on the Internet.

My answers all come from Z, and even he doesn't tell me everything I want to hear.

There are many Native Americans living in upstate New York, but few in Brooklyn where I live. I had heard about the yearly pow wows upstate, but I had never actually attended a ceremony until 1996.

To my surprise, one Sunday in June 1997, friends called to tell me that they were going to a pow wow in Brooklyn, at Floyd Bennett Field.

Sunday afternoon I drove to the huge field where many people had come for the festivities.

There were huge tents set up. Most of the dances, which are competitions, were in the tents.

The dancers and drummers performed in the middle of the tent.

Four rows of collapsible benches for the audience were set up around the sides of the tent.

I sat down with friends and watched the various competitions, trying to guess who the winners would be.

Winners are chosen on creative dance and costume design.

I enjoyed the show, but it was more of a dance contest than anything spiritual.

Talking with the dancers and people outside of the main tent was pleasant but I learned nothing new.

There were vendors and food concessions with great food prepared in local tradition.

I was most impressed with the art and artists. Here is where I made my spiritual connection. I bought a large print which looks like a circular collage of spirit faces blending with each other. When you look at it, you find endless images in the Circle of Life.

In 1998, the June pow wows moved to Fort Hamilton, which is just down the block from where I live.

I attended that June and try to attend each June.

What my soul used to search for is someone who will tell me about the prophecies, or something special that is not out in the public.

I find the men don't communicate at all, as I am a white woman.

The woman are very friendly and more open to speak of spiritual things.

They have told me about the coming of a great change to this planet and a move into a new age of man.

I have found, as with all other prophecies, the timelines were not correct. That is not to say these changes won't happen. It is just to say no one knows when as time is an illusion.