Saturday, November 18, 2017

Outbreak: LAW against Sense



Eight employees of the Netflix show, House of Cards, accused actor Kevin Spacey of sexual harassment, and assault. One of the young men said: 

"The low-level staffer recalled being assigned to pick Spacey up for an on-location shoot outside of Baltimore. As they were approaching the set, Spacey while behind the wheel “put his hands down the production assistant’s pants.”

“I was in a state of shock,” he said. “He was a man in a very powerful position on the show and I was someone very low on the totem pole and on the food chain there.”

Once they arrived, he escorted Spacey to his trailer with his belongings. In the trailer, the production assistant alleges that Spacey cornered him and blocked the exit.

“I told him, ‘I don’t think I’m ok with this, I don’t think I’m comfortable with this,'” the production assistant said. That’s when the actor became “visibly flustered,” fled the trailer, got in his car and left for the remainder of the day, according to the production assistant."
 

Part Two

This narrative of a male victim of the sexual advances of a predatory homosexual man is typical. The advent of the Gay Rights movement at the height of its agenda manifesting as law, devoid of its moral contradictions, has created an acceptance of weakness supplanting decisive actions to protect boys from these men. The men who prey now have an out: denial. They have been relying on the naysayers against the relationship between pedophiles, and homosexuality, as a way of being 'afraid of homosexuals'. In the real world, this has foolish a belief to intake. It is a deadly mistake. The victims are everywhere lost in the mess of being compliant, of being accepting, or pretending.

The hard question: "how do we protect our children?" is lost in the Western quest to be tolerant, as the potential victims are being persuaded to allow almost anything, thus creating more vulnerable victims unable to protect themselves effectively.

Part Three
Shamed on national television, one of my favorite actors, is being told on by the young boys, and men he was used to getting his way with. This narrative of a male victim of the sexual advances of a predatory homosexual man is typical. With a populace pretending there is no connection between pedophiles and homosexuality and the national fear of Gay activists, the responsibility to protect virginity and vulnerability is without the question: "How do we protect the innocent?" This edict is far from the lexicon of adulthood, of parenting.

"How do we teach children to defend themselves against predators looking for boys to have sex?"

What is currently passing for sage advice is fundamentally unstructured with no strength of character. It is all in the words of one of the victims I've laid before you to read and ponder:

Part Four

The above mentioned boy's way of getting out and away from Kevin Spacey worked, but it reflected the very weakness of men like this, and centuries ago in ancient Greece and Rome with a similar climate, men like this could manipulate feelings and fear, and have their way. But, many men, true men, would have taught their sons deadly arts that would have left Spacey with a pencil in the soft tissue of an ear, or worse. The father of a boy who'd defended himself thus would step in, at this point, and take on the law in the most logical of ways to protect his son from the system of thought that pretends this reality does not exist.  



Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 11/8/17 


African hunter in the wilds of her Motherland!


Friday, November 17, 2017

ELDER TALK: fear of white terror.


Jessica Pare smouldered in a form-fitting Altuzarra dress with a thigh-high slit at the 10th annual Style Awards to kick off New York Fashion Week Spring 2014 at Lincoln Center.



Jaime Lee Curtis, a sensual woman. A sensitive reaction to that perception is a sudden intake of breath, and a slow departure of stability. It is an oft' repeated reaction to her appearances. It is easy to see how high one's conversation should be to be in her company. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 




"... Intelligent reactions to the pulse of attraction requires maturity. Men cannot be allowed to remain in the lower extremities of awareness, but society does. With the recent outpouring of emboldened women coming forward against powerful white men's past sexual misdeeds the right focus is not where it should be, as women gain courage in each small step towards freedom away from their permanent fear.

The fear is deep of white men.

I am waiting, as well as other Elders, for the one voice to come forward and open the way to unearthing the historical perspective starting from Europe! It won't happen. White women aren't unleashed from the tethers of their collective past lives! ..." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 11/17/17 

Long life of an Osage woman.


Maria Tallchief's life was between these two points: Jan 24, 1925 - Apr 11, 2013 In 88 years she produced life giving gifts of dance, creativity and beyond that established links with her ancestors of the Osage nation and those who conquered her people and expanded the whole of the modern world of dance, of ballet!

How do you live? How do you plan to live? Do you plan on living as expansive energies, or trembling underneath the fear of doing, of becoming? It is a choice; it is all a choice as vital as living or dying with breath. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Creek nation with African blood)
Maria Tallchief, Osage prima ballerina born 1925. photo by Vic Casamento.


Maria Tallchief, who, while she didn’t want to be defined by her Osage roots, was also very proud of them, resisting pressure to change her name to a faux-Russian “Tallchieva.” In the obituary for the ballet superstar who died last week at 88, Sarah Halzack captures a remarkable life story spanning from an Oklahoma Indian reservation to Beverly Hills High School to Monte Carlo to a globe-trotting with first husband George Balenchine, the legendary choreographer who wed some of the best ballerinas in the business over the years. With him, she helped revive the formerly obscure “Nutcracker” into a holiday classic, as she became the defining Sugar Plum Fairy. Read this: Maria Tallchief, ballet star who was inspiration for Balenchine, dies at 88.

Reliable Source



Maria Tallchief was considered America’s first major Prima Ballerina.


“Above all, I wanted to be appreciated as a prima ballerina who happened to be a Native American, never as someone who was an American Indian ballerina.” ~ Maria Tallchief, prima ballerina 


Our Feet, Our Stance!



2 women dancing freely with abandon!


Ballet dancer's feet.



Ballet dancer's feet, the structure of



Audrey Hepburn in the Belgian Congo by Leo Fuchs (1959).


Thursday, November 16, 2017

At the root of American culture...



dancer Chloe Arnold !!!!






dancer, pioneer ballerina, Janet Collins.


Janet Faye Collins, was one of the first African American dancers who paved the way for modern day classical dancers such as the ballerina Misty Copeland























dancers from back in the day

In the roots of American culture is the African, and the hundreds of the Red nations. Without us there is only mere brutality! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories [November 16, 2017] 

Between Buffalo and Man



When the Buffalo first came to be upon the land, they were not friendly to the people. When the hunters tried to coax them over the cliffs for the good of the villages, they were reluctant to offer themselves up. They did not relish being turned into blankets and dried flesh for winter rations. They did not want their hooves and horn to become tools and utensils nor did they welcome their sinew being used for sewing. "No, no," they said. We won't fall into your traps. And we will not fall for your tricks." So when the hunters guided them towards the abyss, they would always turn aside at the very last moment. With this lack of cooperation, it seemed the villagers would be hungry and cold and ragged all winter long. 

Now one of the hunters' had a daughter who was very proud of her father's skill with the bow. During the fullness of summer, he always brought her the best of hides to dress, and she in turn would work the deerskins into the softest, whitest of garments for him to wear. Her own dresses were like the down of a snow goose, and the moccasins she made for the children and the grandmothers in the village were the most welcome of gifts.

But now with the hint of snow on the wind, and deer becoming more scarce in the willow breaks, she could see this reluctance on the part of the Buffalo families could become a real problem.

Hunter's Daughter decided she would do something about it. She went to the base of the cliff and looked up. She began to sing in a low, soft voice, "Oh, Buffalo family, come down and visit me. If you come down and feed my relatives in a wedding feast, I will join your family as the bride of your strongest warrior."

She stopped and listened. She thought she heard the slight rumbling sound of thunder in the distance. Again she sang, "Oh, Buffalo family, come down and visit me. Feed my family in a wedding feast so that I may be a bride."

The thunder was much louder now. Suddenly the Buffalo family began falling from the sky at her feet. One very large bull landed on top of the others, and walked across the backs of his relatives to stand before Hunter's Daughter.

"I am here to claim you as my bride," said Large Buffalo.

"Oh, but now I am afraid to go with you," said Hunter's Daughter.

"Ah, but you must," said Large Buffalo, "For my people have come to provide your people with a wedding feast. As you can see, they have offered themselves up."

"Yes, but I must run and tell my relatives the good news," said Hunter's Daughter. "No," said Large Buffalo. No word need be sent. You are not getting away so easily."

And with that said, Large Buffalo lifted her between his horns and carried her off to his village in the rolling grass hills.

The next morning the whole village was out looking for Hunter's Daughter. When they found the mound of Buffalo below the cliff, the father, who was in fact a fine tracker as well as a skilled hunter, looked at his daughter's footprints in the dust.

"She's gone off with a Buffalo, he said. I shall follow them and bring her back."

So Hunter walked out upon the plains, with only his bow and arrows as companions. He walked and walked a great distance until he was so tired that he had to sit down to rest beside a Buffalo wallow.


Buffalo by Val Warner


Along came Magpie and sat down beside him. Hunter spoke to Magpie in a respectful tone, "O knowledgeable bird, has my daughter been stolen from me by a Buffalo? Have you seen them? Can you tell me where they have gone?"

Magpie replied with understanding, "Yes, I have seen them pass this way. They are resting just over this hill."

"Well," said Hunter, would you kindly take my daughter a message for me? Will you tell her I am here just over the hill?"

So Magpie flew to where Large Buffalo lay asleep amidst his relatives in the dry prairie grass. He hopped over to where Hunter's Daughter was quilling moccasins, as she sat dutifully beside her sleeping husband. "Your father is waiting for you on the other side of the hill," whispered Magpie to the maiden.

"Oh, this is very dangerous," she told him. These Buffalo are not friendly to us and they might try to hurt my father if he should come this way. Please tell him to wait for me and I will try to slip away to see him."

Just then her husband, Large Buffalo, awoke and took off his horn. "Go bring me a drink from the wallow just over this hill," said her husband.

So she took the horn in her hand and walked very casually over the hill. Her father motioned silently for her to come with him, as he bent into a low crouch in the grass. "No," she whispered. The Buffalo are angry with our people who have killed their people. They will run after us and trample us into the dirt. I will go back and see what I can do to soothe their feelings."

And so Hunter's daughter took the horn of water back to her husband who gave a loud snort when he took a drink. The snort turned into a bellow and all of the Buffalo got up in alarm. They all put their tails in the air and danced a Buffalo Dance over the hill, trampling the poor man to pieces who was still waiting for his daughter near the Buffalo wallow.

His daughter sat down on the edge of the wallow and broke into tears.

"Why are you crying?" said her Buffalo husband.

"You have killed my father and I am a prisoner, besides," she sobbed.

"Well, what of my people?" her husband replied. We have given our children, our parents and some of our wives up to your relatives in exchange for your presence among us. A deal is a deal."

But after some consideration of her feelings, Large Buffalo knelt down beside her and said to her, "If you can bring your father back to life again, we will let him take you back home to your people." So Hunter's Daughter started to sing a little song. "Magpie, Magpie help me find some piece of my father which I can mend back whole again."

Magpie appeared and sat down in front of her with his head cocked to the side. "Magpie, Magpie, please see what you can find," she sang softly to the wind which bent the grasses slightly apart. Magpie cocked his head to the side and looked carefully within the layered folds of the grasses as the wind sighed again. Quickly he picked out a piece of her father that had been hidden there, a little bit of bone. "That will be enough to do the trick," said Hunter's Daughter, as she put the bone on the ground and covered it with her blanket.


And then she started to sing a reviving song that had the power to bring injured people back to the land of the living. Quietly she sang the song that her grandmother had taught her. After a few melodious passages, there was a lump under the blanket. She and Magpie looked under the blanket and could see a man, but the man was not breathing. He lay cold as stone. So Hunter's Daughter continued to sing, a little softer, and a little softer, so as not to startle her father as he began to move.

When he stood up, alive and strong, the Buffalo people were amazed. They said to Hunter's Daughter, "Will you sing this song for us after every hunt? We will teach your people the Buffalo Dance, so that whenever you dance before the hunt, you will be assured a good result. Then you will sing this song for us, and we will all come back to live again."

Tribe unknown



Buffalo dancers


A Look at Ladies.



Asian woman looking good in black mini skirt !!!!

Danica Collins in a large garden.




Lady with pretty legs!


[Look at the] hot summer dress as rapture around Lesley-Anne Down's body in a way a poet could not find words to capture the feel of her exquisite and delicate beauty. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 8.23.16


Seated in a rattan chair proud!


"Enough words have not been expressed by men to capture the feel women give us by their presence, appearance and the comfort within who they are to us!" - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 8/29/17