The service was impeccable. Seeing old friends and powerful allies on the Sacred Path again, some for the first time in years, was an incredible feeling. All the speakers were so heartfelt and eloquent, the altars were so beautiful, the music superb and the drumming POWERFUL
I was struck by the magnificence of the souls with whom I stand shoulder to shoulder: my brothers on the sacred path and the loving powerful support of all the women present.
It was a fitting ceremonial farewell to a man who gave so much love to so many. There is no replacing Timothy Aguilar. We in the Sacred Path energy must grow again and discover something deeper about who we are and will become. We have much to consider and great lessons to reflect upon as we move onward and upward. Thanks and blessings to all who were there and gave their love and energy to create such an auspicious gathering to pay tribute to our beloved brother. May we all breathe deeply and rest easy in our memory and experience of Timothy in our hearts. I left with mine full of joy.
Thank you, Timothy. Fly with the angels
Your eternal brother,
Christo Pellani
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Thank you to all of those who participated in planning Timothy's memorial service. It was a very special day with one big loving family. He whispered and reminded me of how short and special life can be. Timothy's smile, walk with head held high and passion for life will live forever in my heart and spirit. It was Timothy who invited me to my first Sacred Path Retreat some 12 years ago.
Hasta luego hermano
Hector Escarcega
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I was running late - kind of on Sacred Path time.
So the traffic was backed up creeping into the Hess Kramer parking lot. For
the first time in my life I was enjoying the stop-and-go because It was so
wonderful seeing the throng of cars piled from PCH to pay tribute to our
Whispering Eagle.
I decided to park on PCH and walk up and noticed a huge bird flying above (I
wanted to believe it was an Eagle, but it was probably a hawk).
I kept thinking that Timothy was flying above and laughing about the traffic
jam his memory is causing. I'm sure he was honored by the turnout. Anyone
who knew him would have expected nothing less. The journal that was
distributed had a beautiful picture of him in the foreground with the
glistening ocean in the background and all I kept thinking as I noticed the
grin on his face was that he was going to come walking into the room any
minute and proclaim "GOTCHA."
And if he did, I wondered, would the lesson in the sadness we're feeling
remind us to spend more time on the sacred path or would we be angry at him
for his radical way to get to us?
As I left, I kept thinking about the speakers talking about Timothy's tall
stature. He always showed his pride and would look deep into the person he
was engaging. And since that day, I am still standing more erect and am
more committed to pass forward Timothy's message which was reflected in his
walk, more then the talk. His memory will keep us all walking taller.
Jay Berger
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To the men of the Sacred Path
On behalf of all women, I extend to you my deepest condolences on the loss of our dear brother Timothy Whispering Eagle Aguilar.
You, his brothers, remain the body, heart, mind, and soul of a magnificent man. It is with this awareness that I acknowledge your place in his life and honor each of you as his brother.
There are no perfect people. It is with the unconditional love that Timothy taught me that I embrace each of us in our flawed places with gentle kindness. From this place, I extend to each of you an apology from the depth of my heart and soul for the wound that we as women have inflicted upon the masculine. I am sorry for the harm we have caused you, your children, your loved ones, and your brothers. We are deeply sorry.
As we move into deeper consciousness, my sisters and I shall be better caretakers of the heart. There are many of us who recognize and acknowledge the hurt we cause men. We are working towards change.
Timothy loved all of you deeply; each of you brought a unique and soulful intimacy into his life, creating a powerful tapestry of music, laughter, tears, brotherhood and love. Over the years he told me this often
It was my joy to listen to his stories about his brothers and how sacred they all are to him.
Thank you for the Sacred Path. My life has blossomed because of your divine work. I can look into the lives of the men in my life and see all of your sacrifices, prayers, tears and joy.
Thank you for everything. Thank you for loving Timothy. Thank you for being there for him.
I thank Timothy for allowing me to be one of the many people in his lifeboat.
With immense love and respect for each of you.
Tanya Anderson
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My Friend
Timothy was a man of great strength. He came into this life with a mission, to live life fully. I was very fortunate to have a friend and teacher who taught me to live life with an open heart. He never told me how to heal. He allowed me to find my way and in the process I found myself. He held space for me to heal my broken heart, to find my voice, and in time I have become the woman I am today.
He lives on in all of us. He is free, in Spirit, a Traveler of many dimensions. Timothy, the human being came to change us all. I will miss him.
See you on the other side, my Friend.
Irene Skau
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I’m not a “blogger” so I didn’t want to try to navigate a way to put this on the blog about Timothy. I’d appreciate it if someone would. Or at least get this to Steve Aguilar.
As I conveyed as best I could to those present on Saturday, I couldn’t NOT attend. Thankfully, I have a very understanding wife. It was a beautiful service and celebration of Tim(othy)’s life. I learned a lot about him that I didn’t know. I had always sensed that Timothy felt that sharing his past was only worthwhile if it helped. So the carefree, adventuresome Tim that I always felt was there was one I never got a taste of until Saturday. I am deeply grateful for Tim’s cousin Mark’s remembrances. That quote about skidding into life’s end, slightly worn and shouting “Holy Shit, what a ride” is one I’ve heard before and one I truly appreciate now as a great description of a Tim’s spirit that was larger than life.
After the service, I sat for a while on the soccer field enjoying the warm weather and taking in the moment. Overcome with emotions, I felt like crying. I couldn’t. That scenario has happened many times over the subsequent days. Timothy did wonderful things for my father, my brother, and me. I think about that, and I think about the fact that that is gone now and I’m drawn to tears. Then, suddenly, Timothy steps in. All I see is his smile. His calm, reassuring, disarming smile. And I can’t cry.
Charlie Atkinson
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Timothy “Whispering Eagle” Aguilar.
Based on memories shared by beloved family and friends
He believed in Shamanic healing,
Serving all of life was his goal
He had the ability to see; deep within your soul
He could look beyond your fear; clearly help you see
The cause of your own suffering, the wounds inside of thee
He led anxious seekers on vision quests,
Walked on tight ropes, climbed 100 ft. poles
He taught so many men, women and children
To push their outer limits, reach for loftier goals
In hospice he held tight the hands, he consoled the many bereaved
He shared wisdom of a world beyond the ones that most perceived
He stoically sat beside family and friends, their loved ones now dying
He helped to ease their pain, dried the tears that they were crying
His soul loved, loved, loved to dance
He was pure magic, fast on his feet
He was a master, leading circles of drummers
Entranced to the tune of the Djembe beat
He was adventuresome and bold
He loved the thrill of the dance
He served our country with honor
In his military, statuesque stance
Dr. Stephen shared wisdom councils & community gatherings
Giving gifts of service with big smiles getting ever so wide
He made you walk a little taller; your light shined a bit brighter
Tears fell a little easier with Timothy by your side
.
His alter is an assemblage of medicine gifts
Bestowed with Tim’s blessings and prayers for all
Reminders of his eagle spirit soaring higher
Spirit brother - listen carefully for his call
Kris Grey & his mother knew - they would be life long friends from the start
Moved by his enormous courage & his ability to speak from his heart
They shared many favorite moments with Tim – so moving and so much fun
Talking & walking, a ceremony & a healing - fire circle under Indian sun
Timothy stood with love smiling, playing his Djembe drum in front of a big bon fire.
Sherry wrapped in his blanket, feeling his fierce beat – fun, full of warmth & desire.
Rhythms moved by a message of joy for the love now sparked within each
Magical moments shared between them, moonlight over Dockweiler Beach
So tender, kind & gentle were the sacred, loving words he would utter.
If you listened closely you could hear them – two hearts - gently a flutter.
On his knees he was humble before her & God, grateful for his angel on earth.
Sharing the candles last flicker – they’ll meet again, this is just his rebirth
He was very loyal & protective of his dear friend,
Michael “Lotus Flower” O’Grady
A great talker, wonderfully witty & kind,
Together, they could charm any lady
Michael laughed; he looked like the Ronald McDonald clown
When he dyed his own hair for a movie
He wasn’t afraid to go out on the town
He wasn’t too proud to look goofy
For his niece Theresa, he shared unconditional love
Her uncle Tim was there for her since her father passed away
At the birth of her daughter, his smile warmed the room
This is her memory of their favorite day
He spoke eloquently at their wedding
And welcomed Renee as the sister he never had
For his little brother, Steve’s choice, he was very, very glad
Wisdom of the other worlds, is a gift the he brought to ours
Once your heart was open, he’d share visions of a world beyond stars
One of many, treasured, father & son moments
It was their time shared at a sacred path weekend
Born out of their Native American bloodlines
A glimpse of past lives for a second?
By opening up and sharing straight from his heart …
Timothy gave his dad the courage to do the same
Moved beyond his fears, he took up the talking stick…
With gratitude for his son & the words as they came
He was very kind and loving to his blessed son Ziari…
Standing beside him - until… his very last day…
Timothy and his brothers - had the greatest teacher,
Their beloved father - their role model – Ray
The Shaman’s journey was his own
Timothy has entered that altered state
In full consciousness of other realms
He still has the ability to communicate.
We can ask to live until we are as old
As those grapes out their shriveling on the vine
God always takes us always in his time.
Even when we think we must be in our prime
God ALWAYS takes us and always in Gods time
Timothy fought a valiant battle now it is time to say goodbye
To wish him well on his journey home - Eagle Spirit soaring high
C 2009 Denise Fast
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