Who am I? Damned if I know.....I know who I USED to be and who I would LIKE to be...right now I'm just flounderin around tryin to figure it out. Sometimes I think I've got it figured out and then I find out I don't have a clue....such is life....you make plans...the Universe looks down and says oh yeah? You think? and starts laughin at your audacity......I'm just tryin to be me...that's all any of us can do when you get right down to it. Some people are gonna like you... some are gonna hate you... and most just aren't gonna give a shit one way or the other.... the ones who matter are the ones who take you warts and all....The white world puts all the power at the top. When someone gets to the top, they have the power to take your freedom. In your churches there is someone at the top. In your schools, too. In your government. In your business. There is always someone at the top, and that person has the right to say whether you are good or bad. They own you. No wonder Americans always worry about freedom. You have so damn little of it. If you don't protect it, someone will take it away from you.When you came among us, you couldn't understand our way. You wanted to find the person at the top. You wanted to find the fences that bound us in. Your world was made of cages and you thought ours was, too.Everything looked like cages. Your clothes fit like cages. Your houses looked like cages. You put fences around your yards so they looked like cages. Everything was a cage. You turned the land into cages. Little squares. Then you made a government to protect these cages. And that government was all cages. The only freedom you had was inside your own cage. Then you wondered why you weren't happy and didn't feel free.We Indians never thought that way. Everyone was free. We didn't make cages of laws or land. We believed in honor. To us, the white man looked like a blind man walking. He knew he was on the wrong path when he bumped into the edge of one of the cages. Our guide was inside, not outside. It was honor. It was more important for us to know what was right than to know what was wrong.We looked at animals and saw what was right. We saw how every animal had wisdom and we tried to learn that wisdom. We looked to see how they got along and how they raised their young. We did not look for what was wrong. Instead we always reached for what was right. It was this search that kept us on a good path, not rules and fences. We wanted honor for ourselves and our families.The only time freedom is important is when others are trying to put you in chains. We had no chains so we needed no freedom. We had always had our freedom, so you had nothing of value to give us. All you could do is take it away and give it back to us in the form of cages.You took our honor and gave us your freedom. And even you know that is no freedom at all. It is just the freedom to live inside your own locked cage. "I'm on this journey.........I'm trying to find my way home...There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.--Jerry Garcia (Ripple)
It seems sometimes the Creator wants me to learn everything the hard way :P Which is not necessarily a bad thing I guess. It's kinda hard to speak with knowledge about somthin you haven't experienced yourself. I am a lone wolf I think. I can be loyal to a fault...which has got me in trouble more than once..... like the wolf I can be tamed but I have my breakin point and can tip when least expected with just that one final tiny push. I am wary of humans lol The ones I love I love and would die for....the ones I don't I avoid....I tend to pad quietly around the edges sniffin for any hint of danger before I come in to the fire."Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing. Her name is Wild Woman, but she is an endangered species. Though the gifts of the wildish nature come to us at birth, society's attempt to "civilize" us into rigid roles has plundered this treasure, and muffled the deep, life-giving messages of our own souls. Without Wild Woman, we become over-domesticated, fearful, uncreative, trapped." ~~Clarissa Pinkola EstesPhD~~
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