I have met multiple messengers on my journey into the realms of spirit, but none have touched my heart, daresay my soul, as much as White Buffalo.

In the days since my spontaneous opening to spirit in August 2013, curtains have lifted, offering access to a world others could not see. Over time, I learned better than to discount something just because I could not explain it.

Guidance from the messengers feels like the pull of gravity or the current of a tide. You may not be able to see this power, but you cannot deny its force. The unsurpassed strength of White Buffalo was unquestionable, beginning with that first encounter at a small all-faith/no-faith church in nearby Fort Myers, Florida.

The certainty and wholeness of this great spirit commanded my attention, drawing me in like no other messenger had. His great spirit manifested in three forms: a white buffalo calf, a masterful warrior, and an indigenous woman I later discovered was aptly identified as White Buffalo Calf Woman.

My relationship with White Buffalo filled a void I hadn't known existed, infusing me with wisdom from the ages. He offered a larger perspective, connecting the dots between humanity and Mother Earth; he taught me to understand our planet in ways I never dreamed possible.

This great spirit showed me this third rock from the sun is a living being with her own language. Listening to our planet's voice reawakens ancestral memories previously reserved for great shamans or initiates of ancient mystery schools.

This story's roots are rich in sacred indigenous culture. Unbeknownst to me, the legend of the White Buffalo has been around for 2,000 years, shared through tribal storytellers at many sacred ceremonies and council meetings.

Together let's throw a grappling hook into the past and bring ancient wisdom to the present. Join me as we meet face to face with spirits from the Lakota Sioux Nation. We'll step beyond our human limitations and march into the ethers of the unknown to meet White Buffalo in this story: Stampede.