Nigada aniyvwi nigeguda'lvna ale unihloyi unadehna duyukdv gesv'i... Gejinela unadanvtehdi ale unohlisdi ale sagwu gesv junilvwisdanedi anahldinvdlv adanvdo gvhdi...
All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood
I am not enlightened and no longer normal either
Time races across the sands of a thousand deserts
I feel my life blood wither away like granules
Time is immortal but this body is only frail
Once I walked among fields of golden rods
Spread wider than the expanses of oceans
Just as the Gods played among the stars
But tonight there are no seas of fields
Mankind is born an enlightened species
Yet we choose war, death, servitude
I wrap my thoughts in sheets of linen
And pray they not become threadbare
The texture of my linen is thinned
No protection from the dragon wind
Here I stand my body cold and exposed
Who will protect this damaged soul…
I belong to an ancient, idle, wild and useless tribe
Perhaps I am even one of the last members of this tribe
Who for thousands of years has, now and again
Visited for a time among the honest people in real life
I require no sustenance of companionship … I create my own
My world is based on a vivid imagination that runs freely
Through the fields of your mind
I collect cobwebs and spend them into strands of gold and silver
Each strand represents a word, a sentence, a phrase, or a mere passage
You invite me into your life and I come round
To savor a few moments in your world
But I dare not linger for fear that you will see thru my guise
My finely spun collection of cobwebs
Provides you with the illusion of traveling to faraway places
Of adventures beyond your wildest imagination
And sights that you thought only possible in dreams
I am a weaver of deception ....
A tailor capable of only the finest veils ….
I am a Shaman of my people ....
A storyteller .... I am a writer
Silence they say
Is the voice of complicity
But silence is impossible
Silence screams
Silence is a message
just as doing nothing is an act
Let who you are ring out & resonate
in every word & every deed
Yes, become who you are
There is no sidestepping your own being
or your own responsibility
What you do is who you are
You are your own come-uppance
You become your own message
You are the message
In the Spirit of Crazy Horse
~Leonard Peltier~
If you take a copy of the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. My bible IS the wind and the rain.....
We cannot know a thing without knowing its merits, its qualities. All knowledge or science is based on a form of praise. A dictionary is but the praise of words. The works of science are filled with glorification. Everything which is an object of knowledge is as such a deity and is glorified in the Scripture that deals with it.
This is the testimony of all that I have seen
And all that I have learned in those years
That I have sought the Great Truth
I have seen One Thousand-and-One moons
Surely this is enough for the span of any man's life
though it is said the Prophets lived much longer
I am tired and bear a great exhaustion
A sadness hangs in my breast like a dark lantern....
..
LONG, LONG AGO
The world slept in the arms of the dark void.
From this place of nothingness, Spirit drew together
And created Our Lady of Infinite Love.
The Lady danced among the heavens, Her feet beating out the rhythm of all creation.Sparks of light catapulted from her hair, Giving birth to the stars and planets. As She twirled, these heavenly bodies began to move with Her in the divine symphony of the universe. When Her dancing quickened She formed the seas and mountains of Earth. She chanted words of love and joy, and as these sounds fell to the Earth, the trees and flowers were born.
From the pure, white light of Her breath came the colors of the universe,turning all things to vibrant beauty. From the bubbling laughter in Her throat sprang the sounds of the pristine running water of the streams, the gentle lapping vibrations of the lake, and the roaring screams of the oceans. Her tears of joy became the rains of our survival.
When Her dancing slowed and She sought a companion to share the wonders of the world, Spirit created The Lord as Her life mate and companion. Because She so loved the Earth, Spirit made Her companion half spirit, half animal, so that together the Lord and Lady could populate our planet. The Lord's power moves through her and She showers the Earth and all upon it with Her blessings. Together, the Lord and Lady gave birth to the birds, animals, fishes, and people of our world. To protect and guide the humans, the Lord and Lady created the angels and power spirits. These energies walk with us always, though we may not often see them. Their speech creates a tapestry of positive energy, from which we draw strength.
To each bird the Lady gave a magic song, and to each animal the Lord bestowed the instinct to survive.
The Lord is the master of the animal and plant kingdoms, and therefore wears the antlers of a stag crowning His great head. This aspect of half man, half animal shows His joy in both the human and animal creations of the Spirit.
As the humans began to grow and prosper, the Lord and Lady saw a need for healers among them. And so they drew forth energy from the realm of angels, the realm of the power animals, and the realm of the humans to create the Witches. The Witches brought with them the wisdom of the Lord and Lady, the ability to heal, and the art of magic. The Lady taught the Witches how to cast a magic circle and talk to Spirit, and the Lord taught the Witches how to communicate with the energies of air, fire, earth, and water, and commune with the animal and plant kingdoms.
At first, the humans accepted the Witches and treated them fairly; but because the Witches are different, humans began to fear the Wise Ones of the Lord and Lady, thus the Witches became the Hidden Children, conducting their rites of positive energy in secret lest they risk capture and death at the hands of uneducated humans.
As the world grew darker with ignorance and hate of human creation, The Lady took the body of the Moon to represent the gentle light of her perfect peace, and the Lord took the vibrant rays of the Sun as his symbol of strength in perfect love. And once a month, when the Moon is full, the Witches celebrate and remember the blessings our Mother has bestowed upon us.
We call forth Her energy to help us take care of ourselves, our families, our planet, and our friends. Four times a year the Witches celebrate the festivals of fire and honor the Lord and His love for us - these are called the cross-quarters. At the four quarters of the seasons, the Witches honor the cycle of life and the gifts of the Earth with festivals to both the Lord and Lady - signifying the balance they have brought us - the Equinoxes and the Solstices.
When thunder roars in the heavens, and lightning cracks from the ground, the Lord and Lady dance the divine myth of creation so that we may remember them and know that we are never alone.
When the Sun rises each morning, we bask in the joy of His love for us, and when the Moon moves through Her phases, we understand the cycle of birth, growth, death, and rebirth.
When it is our time, the Witches enter the Summerland. From the Spirit that moves and flows through the Lord and Lady we continue to learn the mysticism of the Universe so that we may return life after life to serve our brothers and sisters.
In each lifetime, Spirit guides us through learning experiences, preparing us along the way for our individual missions. Sometimes we are born among our own kind, and in other instances we must seek out our spiritual family. Many of us do not remember our chosen path until we reach adulthood, but others know instinctively of their heritage from the time they form their own thoughts.
We are the Ancient Ones, the representation of the growth of wisdom on our planet. We are the Hidden Children, back from the dead. We are the people, the power, the change, and we have incarnated in every race and every culture.
We are the angels of Earth.
For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.
The most forbidding Doorway we may ever know...
is Hidden within the corners of our own mind
I honor the Ancient Ways and walk the path in honor and courage. I dedicate my heart to peace, beauty and love for all people. I vow to speak only truth, as I know it, and to hear the truth of others for who they are. I dedicate my intellect to the search for truth and knowledge in this realm and the realm of the divine.
I am between the worlds, beyond the bounds of time and space where night and day, birth and death, joy and sorrow meet as one. I honor the divine in myself, in others, and in the Universal Purpose.