Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Argentina's Pamela David

Pamela David is an Argentinian actress and model. She was born in Cordoba on October 6, 1978. She found fame in the reality TV show El BarTV 2. Today, she is hostess on Canal 2 TV show Fuera de Foco. Her curvy figure makes her a much sought after lingerie and glamour model.

Pamela David shot to fame in the second series of the reality TV show Ricardo Pineiro Modeling Agency (The Tavern) in 2001. This exposure brought her to the attention of the Argentinean Playboy, who featured her on the cover. David also appeared on the cover of the famous Spanish magazine Interviu. In 2005, David appeared in two episodes of the Noche de Juegos and an episode of De Pe a Pa as herself.

David has also had acting roles, providing the Latin voice for Pamela Anderson's animated character Stripperella. David also played the role of Rosario in the Argentinean TV series Doble Vida in 2005. David is famous for playing Wonder Woman in a much run commercial for Mexican superstore El Palacio De Hierro. -author unknown to me

Pamela David's website is  

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Abena Disroe performing 2010

"It is past the time for those of us of a darker hue to elevate our consciousness beyond the consciousness of oppression into the higher realms of reconcilation, emotional maturity, forgiveness, and a studied relationship with power, and powers. The time to change is now. The times require development! Sankofa looks beyond slavery into ancient wisdom, and insights that white American's, themselves evolving in growing numbers, are studying." -Dawn Wolf, Keeper of the Drum

pregnant Mother Africa


Kalpana Chawla was an American astronaut who died February 1, 2003 when the space ship she was on exploded killing her and the rest of her crew. She was a research scientist

Kalpana Chawla was of Punjabi decent and from Karnal, Haryana, India. She was born in Model Town Karnal. Kalpana in Sanskrit means "imagination". Her interest in flying was inspired by J. R. D. Tata, a pioneering Indian pilot and industrialist. Kalpana have two sisters (Sunita & Deepa) and a brother (Sanjay). Being the youngest, the family members gave her the nickname “Montu”. She and her brother Sanjay shared the dream to fly. She met and married Jean-Pierre Harrison, a flying instructor and aviation writer, in 1983 and became a naturalized United States citizen in 1990.

Chawla completed her earlier schooling at Tagore Public School, Karnal. She earned her Bachelor of engineering degree in aeronautical engineering at Punjab Engineering College in Chandigarh in 1982. She moved to the United States in 1982 and obtained a Master of Science degree in aerospace engineering from the University of Texas at Arlington (1984). Chawla went on to earn a second Master of Science degree in 1986 and a PhD in aerospace engineering in 1988 from the University of Colorado at Boulder.

Later that year she began working for NASA Ames Research Center as vice president of Overset Methods, Inc. where she did CFD research on V/STOL. Chawla held a Certificated Flight Instructor rating for airplanes, gliders and Commercial Pilot licenses for single and multiengine airplanes, seaplanes and gliders. She held an FCC issued Technician Class Amateur Radio license with the call sign KD5ESI.

Chawla joined the NASA astronaut corps in March 1995 and was selected for her first flight in 1998. Her first space mission began on November 19, 1997 as part of the six astronaut crew that flew the Space Shuttle Columbia flight STS-87. Chawla was the first Indian-born woman and the second person of Indian origin to fly in space, following cosmonaut Rakesh Sharma who flew in 1984 in a Soviet spacecraft. On her first mission Chawla travelled over 10.4 million miles in 252 orbits of the earth, logging more than 360 hours in space. During STS-87, she was responsible for deploying the Spartan Satellite which malfunctioned, necessitating a spacewalk by Winston Scott and Takao Doi to capture the satellite. A five-month NASA investigation fully exonerated Chawla by identifying errors in software interfaces and the defined procedures of flight crew and ground control.

Chawla's last visit to India was during the 1991–1992 new year holiday when she and her husband spent time with her family. Kalpana died in the Space Shuttle Columbia disaster which occurred on February 1, 2003, when the Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrated over Texas during re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere, with the loss of all seven crew members, shortly before it was scheduled to conclude its 28th mission, STS-107. -from Wikepedia

Monday, March 29, 2010


Nakomis Maher's affirmation

"Why are you hiding this jewel? I am going to share this with some I know will benefit from this."
- Gregory E. Woods

"I'm like the Pearl of Great Price, unless someone looks for this valuable pearl, they'll never find it. Mine is the still, soft voice that breathes comfort and love. I choose to be little and shine, than to be big and cast shadows."
-Nakomis Maher, feb. 03, 2010

"I am the Hunter skilled in the Hunt. I have stalked solitude as a young man, and as an older man the patience the forest taught me has led me to find the medicine for the People. I take the responsible task seriously. This hunt led me to the Pearl of the Great Price. Tobacco smoked or laid upon the Earth is my offering, and my sacrifice for the gift lived in the ceremony with the Children today."
-Gregory E. Woods, feb. 03, 2010


Bible, Jesus, & Revelation

I gave a biblical lecture last year and advised the audience that I study from the translation of 1611, when a woman asked me where can she obtain a copy of it, I informed her that it was probably available at her local book store, and then someone told her that she probably had one if she owned "a King James Version" of the Bible. Ha, Ha, Ha. It has always been my position that King James doesn't have a version of the Scripture. Since God is the custodian of His message, He has an obligation to assure that the words that have been handed down to us are pure; notwithstanding the translation or transliteration.

Since the forces who oppose God and His Word are unable to alter His truth, they have watered down the impact that it has had on society by controlling the interpretation. Hitler taught the purveyors of human civilization that the best place to hide something is to place it in full view with the widest broadcast. The Bible is the best selling book of all time, and is readily available just about anywhere in the Western world and many other places as well, yet it has not had the effect that it did during the Apostolic age. Why? because we have been robbed of the knowledge of who we are.

I once remarked to a friend that perhaps we fail to utilize the full capacity of our mind and imagination because we do not know where it resides. He chuckled and said, "Come on. Where else can it reside, but the brain?" I said to him, "How would you respond if I told you that the brain is the redundant backup system for the human mind?" He look puzzled, but I went on to explain that the human heart is an organ of perception where the deep, penetrating human experiences are captured, and we as a civilization of people have lost the art of understanding and knowing with the heart (the organ that pumps blood). As a human race, our pursuit of life, liberty and happiness has been derailed by those who fear the competition of the intellect. I'm working on a book with the working title, "In His Image," so before I give too much of it away, I'll suffice by saying, the Beast is very wicked and has been successful in altering the thinking capacity of the entire globe.

Now that is deep, deep stuff my friends!!

Some of the great lies of human existence have their origin in Western theology. In fact, a theologian friend of mine and I had a friendly debate regarding the original language of the New Testament. His Western trained mind could not see that it is a paradox to admit that Jesus and his disciples spoke Aramaic, yet assert that the original text of the Scripture is Greek.

I don't ask what have they done to corrupt our thinking, but I ask what is their motivation for what they have done?

With much respect,
David R. Tolson
March 07, 2010

Sunday, March 28, 2010


"It is said that the opposite of an ordinary fact is a lie, but the opposite of one great truth may be another great truth. We live with many profound paradoxes in our lives, values that may seem to pull us in opposite directions. Profound truths are like twins whom we hold, not putting down one for the other. The holding of paradoxes is not always easy. How do we be present to our own pain, fear, loss, disappointments sufficiently to make them part of the fiber and fabric of who we are, while trusting and holding the good, the joy, the excitement, the love of life? - When have you felt so overwhelmingly the one pole of a paradox that you lost sight of the other? Thanks for all of the dialogue, debate and exchange and for the hundreds and thousands who simply read and learned. I'd close by saying peace...but Justice must precede it." -Emilio Williams

Saturday, March 27, 2010


How Gluskabe Stole Tobacco - Alnobak

Long ago, Gluskabe and his Grandmother, Woodchuck, lived alone in a small lodge near the water. One day his Grandmother said to him, "My Grandchild, it is sad that we have no tobacco."

"What is tobacco, Grandmother?" Gluskabe asked."Ah, Grandson, tobacco is a great gift from Tabaldak, our Maker. If you are sick, you need only tobacco out in the woods, and you will find the medicine plants. Then, when you place some tobacco on the Earth, you can pluck those plants from the root and use them. Tobacco is a great comfort to the old.They can smoke it in their pipes and see all the happy days of their livesin the smoke as it lifts up. When you pray and burn tobacco, that smoke carries your prayer straight up to our Maker. Tobacco is a very good thing indeed, when it is used as Tabaldak intended."

"Then we should have tobacco," Gluskabe said. "Where can I find Grandmother?"

"Ah, Grandson," Grandmother Woodchuck said, "it is not easy to get tobacco. It is on a big island far out in the water. A person with great magic lives there. He raises tobacco and will not share it because of selfishness. He is very dangerous. Those who go to steal tobacco never return."

"Huunh!" Gluskabe said. "I will go and get tobacco, and I will share it witheveryone."

"Then Gluskabe went to the edge of the water. There was a hollow log there,and Gluskabe shaped it into a canoe. He put it in the water."Now," he said, "let me see if this canoe will go."

He pushed it with his foot, and the hollow log canoe shot out across thewater. It went one whole look, as far as a person can see."This canoe is not fast enough," Gluskabe said.The Gluskabe took a big white birch tree. He stripped off the bark and fashioned it into a canoe and put it in the water.

"Now," he said, "let me see if this canoe will go."

He pushed it with his foot, and the birch bark canoe went very swiftly over the water. It went two looks, but Gluskabe was not satisfied."This canoe is not fast enough," he said.Then Gluskabe fashioned a boat with ribs of cedar and the skin of a moose.He put it into the water and pushed it out and it went three looks. ButGluskabe was not happy with the moose hide canoe.

"This canoe," he said, " is not fast enough."Gluskabe looked around. There at the edge of the water was a great white boulder. Gluskabe turned it over, shaped it into a canoe and put it into the water."Now," he said, "let me see if this canoe will go."He pushed it with his foot, and it shot out across the water with Gluskabe  inside. It went four looks almost as quickly as one could think, leaving a great white wave behind it. Gluskabe was very pleased.

"Now I can go and get tobacco." He went back into the lodge.

"Grandmother," he said, "I am going now to steal tobacco. But first you must tell me the name of my enemy, the magician who will not share the tobacco.

"Grandmother Woodchuck shook her head. "Who will hunt for me and bring me wood for my fire and water for my cooking if Grasshopper kills you? No,Gluskabe, I cannot tell you his name."Gluskabe laughed.

"Oleoneh, Grandmother," he said. "When I return, you will be the first one to smoke tobacco in your pipe."

Then Gluskabe climbed into his white stone canoe. He pushed off from the shore, and the canoe shot over the waves towards the island of the magician,Grasshopper. As the canoe sped along, Gluskabe sang. Grasshopper, you are going to travel,Grasshopper, you are going to travel,You must leave your home now,Grasshopper, you are going to travel. He sang his song four times. By the time he was finished, he had reached the island, and, sure enough, just as he had wished in his song, Grasshopper was not there. The cooking pot was still on the fire, and the beautiful claypipe decorated with bright stones was beside the fire, with smoke stillrising from the bowl, but the magician was nowhere to be seen. Gluskabepicked up the pipe.

"Grasshopper," he said, "you are not going to need this anymore." Then he placed the pipe in his own pouch. Inside the lodge on many racks, tobacco bundles were drying. Gluskabe took them all and placed them in his canoe. He took all of the tobacco and did not leave a single seed. All around the fields were the bones of those who had come to steal tobacco and were killed by Grasshopper. Gluskabe gathered all the bones together and then shouted."Get up!" Gluskabe yelled. "Your enemy is coming back."

Then all of the bones came back together, and all of the people came back to life. They were very happy, even though some of them had been in such a hurry to return to life that they had gotten the wrong bones. Some of them had legs or armsthat were too short or too long. The old people say that is why there arecrippled people today. Gluskabe shared the tobacco among them. He mended their boats, which had been broken by Grasshopper, and sent them back to their homes.

"Tobacco is for everyone," he said. "You must always share it and give it freely or it will not do you good."

Then Gluskabe climbed back into his white stone canoe. He pushed it with his foot, and it flew back across the waves to the place where his GrandmotherWoodchuck waited."Grandmother," he said, "I have brought tobacco. Never again will it bescarce."

Grandmother Woodchuck was very happy. She filled her pipe with tobacco and smoked it and gave thanks to Tabaldak. She began to sing a song in praise other Grandson, Gluskabe. But as she sang, the magician, Grasshopper, came. He came across the sky in a magical canoe.

"YOU!" He shouted in a loud and terrible voice. "You have stolen my tobacco!" But Gluskabe was not frightened. He reached up with one hand and grabbed Grasshopper from his flying canoe.

"That is not so," Gluskabe said. "It was not right for you to keep it all to yourself. Now my children my children's children will have tobacco to enjoy." Then he rubbed Grasshopper between his hands, and Grasshopper became very small.

"Please," Grasshopper said in a small voice, "give me seeds so I can grow tobacco for myself.

"But Gluskabe shook his head. "No longer can you be trusted to grow tobacco.That will be the job of my children and of my children's children. But since you were the first to grow tobacco, I will give you enough to enjoy in your lifetime. Open your mouth." Grasshopper opened his mouth and Gluskabe filled it with tobacco. Grasshopper was pleased, but he spoke again.

"Give me back my canoe so that I can fly across the sky."

But Gluskabe shook his head. "It is not right for you to have such a magical canoe. I will split the back of your coat and give you wings. Now you will be able to fly on your own, but you will no longer be able to frighten the people."So it is that to this day tobacco is used by the children of Gluskabe and their children's children, and when they use it as Tabaldak intended, always giving it freely to others, it does no harm. As for Grasshopper, he flies about with the wings Gluskabe gave him and chews his mouthful of tobacco which will last him all his life. And he remembers the lesson taught to him by Gluskabe. If you ever pick up any grasshopper it will immediately spit out its tobacco as if to say, "See, I am willing to share."

From the Archives of Tiger Lilli Sakima


Naina Dhaliwal

Friday, March 26, 2010


The head of a family like the heads of governments reflect the ruling paradigms, and direct the family or the government down the path of natural consequence. -Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

Sarah Palin as Governor of Alaska 2009

Practical! It is said that "law is a prescription for performance, made by the thoughts and acts of its maker or makers, to which those who subscribe are bound. When one thinks what he desires to be, or to do, or to have, or, when several think what they desire to have, or to do, or to be, he or they are unaware that what they are mentally formulating and prescribing is the law by which, in the near or distant future, he or they are actually bound to perform as the acts or the conditions in which they will then be. Of course most people do not know that they are bound by the law of their own thinking, else they would not think the thoughts they usually do think."

Democracy is Self-Government. As we free our minds allowing our asses to follow we become attuned to the process of critical thinking that makes room for creative and transformational ideas. As one thinks...I AM Emilio Williams


Thursday, March 25, 2010


Eagle Medicine by Uncle Galisgia McDaris

Mereana Taki:
“The truth does not belong to man. Man is not always the truth. Great Mother, Great Father, All Grandmothers, and Grandfathers these are the immortal Truth Bearers…”

Gregory E. Woods:
“It is hard to compliment this saying. It is a truth. It needs to be lived to be unearthed, discovered in the context of doing, of being.”

Mereana Taki:
“It is also in the simple Truth of the circle; like Sun, like Moon, Day and Night. Consistent. Eternal. Without deviation. In the doing of life Heart is affirmed and ego is humbled, in context of Tribalz realities. The one in the many, the many in the one is still remembered in relational Truth we call this whakapapa ...a relational rubric from Cosmos to Human as One body of Kin.”

Grace Harrison:
"yes yes yes...and every little individual story is only a thread in the one great true story fabric that is reality - that we are all a part of here, ever unfolding in waves and powers and thoughts and breath and feelings and visions and eternity and all that is - we are all tied together in this magical weaving, this woven creation birthing and ... See Moredying in every moment - blessing us into being, divine human beings - children of the great mystery that encompasses and surpasses everything - the beyond the beyond the beyond from which all spirals in and out of existence. yes, we are that and this is us."

Alphonso McGriff:
"How is "Truth" being defined here?"

Gregory E. Woods:
"Alphonso asked an interesting question, and if I am intuiting the spirit of it I venture to answer it thus: we are not so much defining Truth, as we are giving expression to it, drawing pictures of our relationship to Truth, and feeling the texture of its intangible quality. At some point Truth leaves the rooms of discourse and debate into one's walk with Truth."



The Earth will not be treated any different in the near future until a deep understanding settles into the soil of our collective consciousness that is now and has been for thousands of years suspended in contempt. At present it is an intellectual cliché: saving the Earth. Our education methods to save the Earth and to stop Global Warming engage Knowledge, and Emotions leaving the Spiritual element isolated and devalued.

Mereana Taki said, "Ignorance is a socially transmitted disease." The spiritual intelligence of our species has not caught up with the Wolf People. Our spiritual intelligence lives among all the luxury and advantages of modern life. All of the tribes, and people in the world conquered and dominated by Europe have particular understandings, and positions in a dynamic that modern life, under European influence, prefers to ignore. The intellectual, and spiritual inheritance of the European culture is full of gross contradictions. Europe’s cultural contempt for the feminine is deep into the marrow of bone. What has supplanted the feminine staggers the mind, and continents.

Instead of the honor due the Feminine it has been preferable for the patriarchy of Europe to exalt the feminine within men rather than esteem the Sacred Feminine within women or within themselves. It is the gross contradiction and hindrance to the Save the Planet movement! How the wombs of women are regarded is directly linked to the treatment of the Earth. Any life form on any planet with technology of spirit or machine studying us, as a species, would see this blight and hinder any space program to get us from here to there. It is that strong a spirit, and that odious a violation of the core paradigm of our being Human that prevents any effort to stop the destruction of this planet, the rape, and treatment of children, and women.

Between the intellectual, and spiritual inheritance of the European culture, the wolf, and the conquered indigenous peoples the Sacred Feminine is exiled. How we view, and treat women is directly linked to the texture of our life on Earth, and how she lives with us, and within us! Change these things and the whole world will change within two generations! These the words of a Grandfather listening to the womb I come from, and the womb I return to night after day, and the stories of my sister, my Grandmothers, daughters and granddaughter. I am Heart Song Stone Man, Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories, Keeper of the Drum. AHO! – Gregory E. Woods

classic African-American beauty 4

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

filipina wrestlers

Rhoan & Lhet

filipina wrestler Karen

face of a black indian woman

exquisite african beauty

photo: Aissa Maiga


Stepped down

On what you call the ground
And they asked me
Where you coming from

Said my words sweetly
To satisfy half
Of their hunger
For me

Well, I’ve traveled far and wide
On this here ebony rainbow
And everything is still in ah purple haze
So excuse me if I seem a little
Well, amazed

Last time
There were fields of flowers
And trees towered over my head
Now instead
Destruction war and despair
Seductively running fingers through my hair

Don’t see how you’re not choking from this air
Guess you can get use to anything

You want to get use to
Now all that is going to change
Going to destroy old ways
Rearrange this plane

Rubbing these hands together
Causing sparks to fly
Into the eyes

Of disbelievers
Set the sky on fire
Desire for me grew
Knew I was running out of time

Placed my fingers deep inside
Feeling the earth call my name
She screamed “Oh yes, save me baby”

Filled her with this heat and set her skin ablaze
You’d be in a daze if you could see this sight
And with all of my power love and light

It ended
Setting the oceans free
To smooth over the ash

Threw down my crystals
And flowers bloomed
And trees swayed
In my cosmic breeze
Called to the moon to come out and play
This day ending

Zoomed out of sight
Neon little lights
Sparkling sky

Finally, asking myself
How could one be so fly

-Dehejia Maat's poetry

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

a spiritual woman from New Zealand teaching my spirit

He Wahine he tatau Pounamu.

A Warrior Woman, a Greenstone door.
A Medicine Woman, Spiritual doorway.
Realms awakening
Cosmos breaking open
Celestial dissolution
Divine evolution
Sacred to the memory
of Ancients Kinswomen
whose Ancestral Face I wear
whose Heart beats without fear
whose Aroha e brings me here.
Tu tonu te Wahine toa
Toi tu, toi tu, toi tu.

by Mereana Taki

In this photo: Gerald Pirimona Taki (photos)

Monday, March 22, 2010

MEREANA TAKI, poetess of the Bone People in New Zealand

Island Flower

Luscious and playful
delicate Yellows kiss
Fuschia's stamen and
fills up my senses
with Spiritual plenitude.
Sound volcanoes mix
with molten harmonies.
Dancing hands can
give your heart these,
silences melodic
from the North.

Fragrant Fired Red
Leaves me Breathless.
Yellow is centre and
sometimes restless
raging out of... control
Lava is desire's hunger
and thirsting
for the Soul.

Wind Songs for Sacred
guiding Light
burning bright
calling forth a
new dawn and
a new day.
Deep sacred night
feathers in flight.
I dream you here.
A new Sun
An old Moon
Loom of
in bloom.

(C) Ngaronoa Mereana Taki.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Drumming around the Fire

“Poetry, Hip Hop, and our souls demand deeper penetrations into power, and a connection to mysterious links into the process of becomng a whole person, the theology of thinking, and the spirit of learning how to become a sacred person in one lifetime. -Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of the Drum

Saturday, March 20, 2010


“In retrospect many of us from diplomatic circles were dumbstruck at Americans inability, or unwillingness to ask the host of questions required for the years 2001 until 2003. Any American waxing eloquent about the wrongness of the Iraqi invasion in 2010 doesn't have the right to claim courage speaking out against the war. That time has come and gone. Those years were overwhelmed by the spectre of dictatorial patriotism, and Americans, at the time, refused to hear, or gain an historical perspective on the Middle East. And now regret is questionable. Is it to late? If any discussion comes from Condoleezza Rice's admission remember the way we were taught to regard the hundreds of soverign nations we have invaded, left in shambles.” - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

By Associated Press / March 20, 2010
Hong Kong
Former U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice said Friday she would "many times over liberate" Iraq again, but she regretted the Bush administration failed to work closer with Iraqis to rebuild the war-torn country. Rice, speaking at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, said she believed history would eventually vindicate many of the decisions made during the presidency of George W. Bush.

"I would many times over liberate Iraq again from Saddam Hussein," Rice said. "I think he was a danger to the Middle East."

However, she suggested the U.S. government failed to understand "how broken Iraq was as a society" and should have focused its rebuilding efforts outside of Baghdad, the capital.

"We tried to rebuild Iraq from Baghdad out, and we really should have rebuilt Iraq from outside Baghdad in," she said.

"We should have worked with the tribes, worked in the provinces," she said, adding that smaller projects should have been favored over big ones.

"That's something that in retrospect that we finally got right" several years after the 2003 invasion. "And it's one reason I think Iraq has a chance."

Rice served Bush as national security adviser and later as America's chief diplomat. She now is a senior fellow at the Hoover Institution public policy research group at Stanford University. She is en route to the Chinese island of Hainan for the Boao Forum, an annual conference where executives hobnob with global leaders, early next month.

Marina Sirtis is an elegant beauty


A Warrior teaching:
"Popeye aligned his word, his intent, and his food into a relationship; a power that proved too overwhelming for Brutus time and time again! – Gregory E. Woods

photo of Marina Sirtis

Friday, March 19, 2010


Cat comforts nursing home patients near death

July 26, 2007

PROVIDENCE - Oscar the cat seems to have an uncanny knack for predicting when nursing home patients are going to die, by curling up next to them during their final hours.

His accuracy, observed in 25 cases, has led the staff to call family members when he chooses someone. It usually means they have less than four hours to live.

He doesn't make too many mistakes. He seems to understand when patients are about to die," said Dr. David Dosa.

He describes the phenomenon in today's issue of the New England Journal of Medicine.

"Many family members take some solace from it. They appreciate the companionship that the cat provides for their dying loved one," said Dosa.

The 2-year-old gray-and-white cat grew up in a third-floor dementia unit at Steere House nursing home, which treats people with Alzheimer's, Parkinson's and other diseases.

The staff noticed Oscar would make his own rounds, just like the doctors and nurses. He'd sniff and observe patients, then sit beside people who would wind up dying in a few hours.

Dosa said Oscar seems to take his work seriously and is generally aloof. "This is not a cat that's friendly to people," he said.

Oscar is better at predicting death than the people who work there, said Dr. Joan Teno. While observing one patient, Teno said, she noticed the woman was near death.

Oscar wouldn't stay in the room, so Teno thought his streak was broken. Instead, it turned out the doctor's prediction was 10 hours too early. During the woman's final two hours, Oscar joined her at her bedside.

No one's certain whether Oscar's behavior is scientifically significant. Teno wonders whether the cat notices telltale scents or reads something into the behavior of the nurses.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

What makes a person rich?

One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"It was great, Dad."
"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah," said the son.
"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.

The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."

The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Why The Peace, Hope & Salvation of Humanity Lies in Leadership of The Feminine ♥

“It takes a great deal of work to open the eyes of men into the realm of balance given the lack of gifts they have received from the women of their lives who lack the spiritual depth and knowledge of their own wombs.” –Gregory E. Woods

When THE FEMININE comes into Leadership, there will be Peace. The Masculine is Hierarchical by it's Nature.

"If you have two men, you have a Hierarchy." -John McAfee

Now, it is important to clarify that The Feminine is not exlusive to Women, nor is the Masculine exclusively expressed by men. One need only look to Hilary Clinton or many women currently in power to see this. A woman expressing the Masculine Order is not progress. It is business-as usual. A man who has integrated his Feminine nature (we all have both and both are always seeking balance within us) can be an asset in this Holy Mission. It is our guidance to use careful discernment and to place more emphasis on actions than words, and feelings over appearances. Make compassion (in action) your touchstone.

The Masculine has currently succeeded in created the most poverty and oppression than the world has ever known before. Where there is Hierarchy, there is Oppression, (as we have witnessed for the last 2000 years). Where there is oppression, there is suffering, exploitation and poverty. Where there is suffering, exploitation and poverty, there is misery and where there is misery, you have human beings who are operating at their lowest level of functioning and highest level of forgetfulness of their Divine Self.

The Feminine Seeks Not to Be Sovereign Over Everyone in the World, but for Everyone in the World to Be Sovereign Unto Themselves!! Only in a Space of Freedom Can One Spread Their Wings!! Only Then Will Humanity Enjoy the Full Expression of Their Glory, Gifts and Nature! Only Then, will Each Remember their piece to the Grand Design. The Piece that was placed there, by each, in collaboration with the Creator before entering into this world, to be Excavated & Remembered Wondrously & Magically at just the Precise Moment that it is Most Needed & Waiting to Be Received!! Only Then, Will Each Bring their Integral, Unique Offering to the Whole. Only Then, Will the World Know the Harmony of the entire orchestra playing their Soul's Instrument for the Grand Design Song! Let THere Be Peace On Earth, And Let It Begin With Me!  -Liz TianNah Christed (October 29, 2009)


My dear friends, here in Argentina really do not celebrate Valentine's day, but days ago I carefully read that are preparing to celebrate the day of love and friendship .... Impossible to refuse it

Who ever came I do not expect this day to receive a greeting ? A hug? A special kiss, and why not ... until a little present that made us feel any more loved in some way ? and although I admit that me too =) largely reached today I love my friends, my children and my own, I think it's always nice to have with whom to share a special day ... But keep in mind that one day is just that. . one day .. and that love is built every day, with every sunrise and every evening .. with every word, every glance and every gesture between 2 people.

Today from my feeling I am convinced you do not need someone else to feel love, because it reaches with which everyone can feel the whole world ... impersonal love, unconditional, Universal .. but we are human and as humans we always have the desire to create a special feeling about someone and that someone us also generates a different feeling .. Also happens to me, clear that yes =)

I just ask that on this day so sweet for many, so important to others and so sensitive to so many who are lonely, we are clear and aware that to celebrate one day, we must first know celebrate life side by side .. celebrate love as it really deserves to be celebrated.

Whom we accept as it really is next .. not idolize it, do not try to change it .. do not judge .. not expect that we will meet the expectations that we know ourselves to give us .. Do not criticize that does not behave as we would like .. not ever hurt him .. do not try to impose anything. Instead let the love flow as it should be .. as given and simply let it be free and happy .. stay with us the desire to be just and not by obligation.

If we love and that love is no .longer with us, drink to him It's the best gift you can ask us and who ever made us happy and with whom we share part of our lives. Forgive .. about all that .. let's forgive and love the One who dwells in that person because it is simply a soul that crossed into our lives for any reason and is not guilty for not staying next to us .. Just accept that and pass the time .. he did what he could, what he learned, and not think about the pain that yields its absence, but in the joy he gave us his presence at the right time .. Life is so .. present moments that are experienced when they should be .. here and now. What remains of a relationship, is only a memory trace that can maybe still hurt, but surely with the passing of .the days spent too In return we enjoy the happiness of every day, because with that said we are open to do our best to reach this ever ..

Love, are not indifferent to anyone ..
Enjoy .. accept, and above all, blessed presence in their lives each and every learning that leaves us. Let us be aware that no one arrives by chance at our history and likewise, we also come to the history of the other to change their reality at a given time, simply because it should be so
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE ! The children, couples, friends, neighbors, the world, but LOVE .. and then if, will have reason to celebrate this day and every day of your beautiful lives. - Kahealani Sisson Satchitananda

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


1. What's storytelling? What is a story? Difference between written and `told' stories?

2. Room set-up - lighten up - use that space - consider audience needs - be seen
3. What makes a good beginning? - points to consider before beginning to tell
4. Linking with audience - read the audience - pauses work - ways of telling - adult audiences
5. Story reading - picture books - story selection for readings
6. Interactive storytelling -
7. Organic storytelling -
8. Personal stories - family characters - stories reveal insights, courage - finding a personal story
9. Tools of storytelling - how we use words - voice exercises - body language - transitions - movement
10. Props - costumes - storytelling aids - puppets - musical instruments.
11. Story as therapy - stories heal - stories build bridges
12. World's greatest teachers used stories - stories to build attitudes
13. Story selection - be passionate - how to choose - wrap your message in a story
14. Where to find stories - how to fit stories to your audience
15. Adapting to oral forms - practice, refine - let audience join in - learning a story.
16. Endings
17. Stage fright and other disasters - voice lets you down - children's capers - handling a heckler
18. Target audiences for stories
19. Business matters. Storytelling guilds. Contacts. Booklists. Resources.

Helen McKay & Berice Dudley, Australian storytellers

Monday, March 15, 2010

Sunday, March 14, 2010


“Palin challenges the core of a value system that produced her and detests her. The best response to her is to listen to what she is not saying, and is saying with the highest intelligence. Without emotional maturity nothing will ever be gained. Sarah Palin has a good chance of winning elections for the same reasons former President G. W. Bush won his election, and was selected into office in 2000.

Americans are fond of division, war, and arguments, and are fond of shooting themselves in the foot. The deep reflections upon our history, and the prerequisite working knowledge of math and law are expertly taught out of average Americans. Thus intellectually crippled, and emotionally strapped into a homespun noose Americans have been unable to grapple with the fundamental issues of our foreign policies, the slave trade’s legacy, or been able to think beyond little worlds into the sphere of global power. Without even an elementary grasp of the science of war, diplomacy, or the good sense to delve into the realms of power what chance does the world at large have to live peaceably? 9/11 came and went, and Americans aren’t even close to grasping the relationship of race, economics, and war any better than in the 1980’s when President Reagan was trying to push the country into war with Central American countries for reasons based upon race, economics, and acquisition.

Sarah Palin is the latest in a long line of people who mirror what needs to heal. Are we able to ascend to the level of maturity, and the depth of knowledge to take our truth upon the Red Road and become a global leader? I am Gregory E. Woods, Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories, and these are my words. AHO!

Saturday, March 13, 2010


“Going back to the Earth can't happen without guidance. It has become a cliché. Going back to Mother Earth is unrealistic to a people who are mere spectators. Meteorologists rely on machines to predict weather and the habit of touching the Earth, and her forces is antiquated in the modern mind. The times are requiring a new medicine; an approach that somehow balances the demands of living, and being present with the sacred elements that hold worlds together. These are my words. Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories”

photos: Naomi Campbell, Nana Vasconcelos, & a medicine wheel

Friday, March 12, 2010

black man posed between two black woman

healer-musican -Alessandra Belloni with her signature series Tammorra,by REMO

Alessandra Belloni with her signature series Tammorra by REMO
 photo by REMO

"I am dedicated to my music, and my art. My creativity is the most improtant part of my life, together with my strong spiritual path and my traveling around the world as a musician. I am very honest and loyal, very sociable, passionate, emotional, sometimes temperaments, with a very big heart. I wish to find a companion that understands me and my creatve and active life. I have lots of energy and hardly ever get tired of dancing, drumming and of having fun!" - Alessandra Belloni

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Dear Gregory,

I am not a storyteller per se, but yesterday a story did pour forth out of me while I was writing a blog for Plucked Strings about the Gospel of Luke story of Mary's pregnancy and Jesus' birth. It is an attempt at a "parallel story," one that keeps to the basic message of the original but is set in a different context. I rather liked how it turned out, so I am taking the liberty of sending it to you, hoping you will like it, too. I do not care to establish ownership rights to it, so consider it public domain if you care to do anything with it. FYI, in Hebrew, Mary means "bitter," Joseph means "to expand or multiply," and Elizabeth means "House of God: Beth-el". So you'll understand why I chose the names I did. The pot is a symbol in the story for the uterus. The story was motivated especially by Luke's saying that after the shepherds left, she "pondered" all that she had seen and heard and "treasured" what she had been given. I love that view of Mary as deeply reflective and spiritual. The context of how I used the story is at

Before I paste it here, let me know how the connection with Toronto works out for you. I have been hearing how Canada is beginning to see American style gang violence in recent years that was far less obvious until recently. I think it would be exciting to see your work carried there.

Here goes the story:

There was a village that once had been a place of abundance, with days of sun chasing days of rains, filled with orchards and gardens, flocks of well-fed sheep and goats, and contented people. But that had been many years ago, before Drought came and sucked out the clouds of rain and blew dust onto the fields, scorching the gardens and orchards and decimating the flocks. And so the people had come to know Hunger, and they spent their entire days looking for a few remaining shriveled fruits and vegetables and a rare serving of lamb whenever one of the failing flock died. TImes were so bad that Sheep Boy had only three animals to tend at night.

In this village lived a quiet and reflective woman named Bitter Root and her good and kind partner Toward Bounty, who was a carver of sticks. Between them they had little more than an empty pot, with nothing other than some stale spices and shriveled nuts with which to fill it. Bitter Root wondered how she and Toward Bounty could survive, and together with all the other people of the village, she prayed to the Creator each day for a return of that time when days of sun chased days of rain and the bellies of all in the village were filled with nourishing foods.

One day, a messenger visited her, surprising her, and startled her even more with the claim that the Creator had found favor with her prayers. The messenger said she would bring forth soup to feed not only herself and Toward Bounty but all the people of the village. She, Bitter Root, had been chosen Keeper of the Pot. As quickly as the messenger came, he vanished. Bitter Root looked at her pot. It was only an ordinary pot; how could this be? But she believed. Oh, she believed, but she wasn't ready yet to share her news with Toward Bounty. Bitter Root knew that her good cousin Hut-of-God was one quick to perceive and to accept such miracles, so Bitter Root raced to her hut to share the good news.

After that, Bitter Root returned home to watch her pot. She invited Toward Bounty to stand beside her together as they watched it fill with crunchy carrots and plump beans and choice morsels of goat and lamb, not known in the village for so many years. And as the pot filled, she told Toward Bounty about the messenger and what he had told her. Soon even the pot itself began to grow until one day; Toward Bounty saw that their small hut soon could not contain it. So they hid the pot under blankets and carried it on a stretcher across the village to the supply hut that had a larger cooking pit. At night, they carefully removed the pot from the cooking pit and hid it again beneath the blankets until they could return to mind it again in the morning. Finally, the evening came when the pot stopped growing and filled the supply hut with its aroma of abundance. Bitter Root and Toward Bounty knew that they stood before a feast that would feed the people for a lifetime. To keep it warm and clean, Bitter Root made a lid out of some cloths. She had scarcely covered it, when all of a sudden there came a knock at the door in the middle of the night. In came Sheep Boy, eyeing the pot covered with a lid of cloth.

Peering into the great pot of soup, Sheep Boy excitedly relayed to Bitter Root and Toward Bounty a most amazing story of a messenger that had come to him on the hills outside the village that very evening, as he lay beside the remaining three starving sheep. He told how the messenger had described the soup that would save the village from Hunger and of the cloth lid being its telltale sign. Together, Bitter Root, Toward Bounty and Sheep Boy held vigil beside the full pot through the night. When morning arrived, Sheep Boy raced from hut to hut in the village, telling the people the story of the messenger and of the filled pot with the cloth lid, praising the Creator for this gift of life, and announcing the feast that was to come.

Toward Bounty returned home to his carving. But Bitter Root, wanting to absorb all that she had heard and seen, remained beside the pot, pondering Sheep Boy’s words and this gift of the Creator, treasuring the Creator's trust in her as Keeper of the Pot.

Holly Stevens

Poem by Thelma Thomas

The essence of these words captures the need in the heart of a select group of men whose path requires the invaluable support of a woman deeply connected to the medicine of the Womb, the Sacred, and the Sacred Feminine.” Gregory E. Woods
For all who love.

Because I love you with a love
Yet unknown to humanity,
I shall walk by your side in silence,
While you push aside injustice and
Bring forth right.

And I shall create paths
Of beauty where you may walk
To make the bitter journey
Leave a sweeter taste
And your burdens weigh
Like summer evening light.

I shall play shadowy melodies
From chords deep
Within my soul
To soothe you
When men do not understand.

And-- if our Gods deem it
That our paths be separated,
You in all your tears
And pleasures
Shall remember
The essence of my hopes
And come forth
Once more
To walk with a heart
Wounded by life's unhappy fight,
To prove I had not loved you
For naught.


The depths of your insight into relationships, Thelma, are a challenge to an average mind, a weak vision, and the religion of selfish relationships based on conflict.” -Gregory E. Woods

photo: Varie by Marcella Borselli

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Alessandra Belloni

musican-healer - Alessandra Belloni with her sacred drum

"Italian Singer, Percussionist dancer, teacher working with the healing power of the tarantella dance & the rituals of the Black MAdonna. Based at St John the Divine in New York, & REMO artist with my series of tambourines, traveling the world." - Alessanadra Belloni