Corn Maiden and Lucky Hunter - Cherokee

When Wtsiielohino had been populated for some time, all the animals became restless. The different councils of animals pondered the situation. The Deer Tribe came to the conclusion that there was something missing from creations, so they called on the Creator and asked her to complete the Circle, and she agreed to what they had asked of her.

One day while the Deer Tribe was patrolling their land, they came across a creature they had never seen before. He stood on his hind legs and had long hair growing from his head. He was the First Man, or Lucky Hunter. The deer hid in order to watch his actions. When the First Man was put on Mother Earth, he was instructed on how to live by the Creator. She taught him how to use all the parts of the deer in order to eat, make clothing, and fasten his bow with extracted sinew. She told him to always offer tobacco so the spirit of his deer cousins would remain happy. The Creator also showed him how to build a shelter where he could stay safe and warm. He then was left to go out on his own.

Days, weeks and months passed with the Deer Tribe watching the Lucky Hunter intently. They became confused by the way he carried himself. He walked around aimlessly. Even worse, he shot too many deer with his bow and arrows until their population became very scarce. He also forgot to leave tobacco when hunting. He slept every night out on the cold or muddy earth. He never attempted to build a shelter as the Creator had instructed him to do. His walk was clumsy and awkward and he constantly muttered to himself. He was not leading a balanced life; he truly was a fool. The Deer Tribe, sensing the problem this new being was causing, called upon the Creator to correct this unfortunate situation.

Things remained the same until one afternoon when the Lucky Hunter laid down on his back for an afternoon snooze. As he lay there resting in the warm sun, a giant Selu (corn) stalk grew out of his heart extending high into the sky. The stalk grew higher and higher. As the Lucky Hunter pondered what had happened, he noticed a beautiful woman appearing from the top of the stalk. She was the First Woman or Corn Maiden. The Lucky Hunter reached high into the sky and helped her down from the top of this fine creation. He instantly fell in love, and she told the First Man that they would now go to build their home. Before leaving, the First Woman took two pieces of corn, so that she would always remember where she came from. When she found a place where they would build their home, she planted the corn. They began working on their home. Soon it was completed and they seemed very content. For two years they watched the corn come and go. How they loved to watch the beautiful corn.

Looking out the window one morning, the Corn Maiden and the Lucky Hunter spotted Gana (the Sacred Turkey) nibbling on the selu. They had never known that corn was meant to be eaten. Their diet became complete once the couple started to eat the corn. The Deer Tribe increased in numbers as the First Woman taught the First Man how to live a true life. He began to give thanks and walk in a steady way. You see, the woman is the most important of Creation; she brought balance to the world.

Years went by and life remained peaceful for them. Suddenly, one afternoon as the Lucky Hunter was chopping wood in the yard, Corn Maiden became very angry. She dashed from the house and ran towards the mountains. The First Man, in a state of confusion, chased after her, but to no avail. She ran much faster than him. For every mountain he crossed, she would cross three. Finally realizing that he would never catch her, he fell to his knees and asked the Creator to help him. The Creator promised him that she would try her best.

The Corn Maiden ran and ran. Thorn buses started to appear on her path, but she continued to run without noticing the pain they caused. Other bushes sprung onto the path of many beautiful colors and fragrant smells: Gooseberries, blue- berries, and huckleberries. The First Woman paid them no attention. As she ran she simply crushed them under her feet.

Then bushes filled with heart shaped berries appeared on the path. The smell and sight of these berries caused her to stop. She decided that she would pick some of the berries. As she gathered, the Lucky Hunter continued running until he caught up to her. As she noticed him coming, a smile came over her face. She had tested his love and respect. They gathered berries together. When they started to return home, he took two of the strawberry plants to remind him of what had saved his life. After reaching their home, he planted the two strawberry plants next to the two stalks of Selu. The world continued in balance.

And this is what I was told. ~Cedric Sunray

Submitted by Wolf Walker.

From archives of Blue Panther Keeper of Stories

The Christian right is our own brand of extremism.

COMMENTARY


Made-in-America Wahhabism

The Christian right is our own brand of extremism.
By William Thatcher Dowell

William Thatcher Dowell edits Global Beat for New York University's Center for War, Peace and the News Media. He was a Middle East correspondent for Time magazine from 1989 through 1993.

March 8, 2005

There is a certain irony in the debate over installing the Ten Commandments in public buildings. The Second Commandment in the King James edition of the Bible states quite clearly: "Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the Earth below, or that is in the water under the Earth." Few people take this as a prohibition against images of stars and fishes. Rather it cautions against endowing a physical object, be it a golden calf or a two-ton slab of granite, with spiritual power.

In trying to promote the commandments, the Christian right seems to have forgotten what they are really about. It has also overlooked the fact that there are several versions: Exodus 20:2-17, Exodus 34:12-26, and Deuteronomy 5:6-21. Different language in Catholic Bibles and the Jewish Torah offer more variants.

Which should be enshrined? That is just the kind of debate that has been responsible for religious massacres through the ages. It was, in fact, the mindless slaughter resulting from King Charles' efforts to impose the Church of England's prayer book on Calvinist Scots in the 17th century that played an important role in convincing the founding fathers to separate church and state.

The current debate, of course, has little to do with genuine religion. What it is really about is an effort to assert a cultural point of view. It is part of a reaction against social change, an American counter-reformation of sorts against the way our society has been evolving. Those pushing to blur the boundaries between church and state feel that they are losing out— much as, in the Middle East, Islamic fundamentalists fear they are losing out to "Western values."

The reactions are remarkably similar. In the Arab Middle East and Iran, the response is an insistence on the establishment of Islamic law as the basis for political life; in the United States, school districts assert religious over scientific theory in biology class, tax dollars are going to the faith-based, and the Ten Commandments are a putative founding document.

In fact, George W. Bush may now find himself in the same kind of trap that ensnared Saudi Arabia's founder, King Abdulaziz ibn Saud. To gain political support, Saud mobilized the fanatical, ultrareligious Wahhabi movement —the movement that is spiritually at the core of Al Qaeda. Once the bargain was done, the Saudi royal family repeatedly found itself held political hostage to an extremist, barely controllable movement populated by radical ideologues. The evangelical movement in the U.S. nudged the president back into the White House, and Bush must now try to pay off the political bill for its support.

In Saudi Arabia, what drives the Wahhabis is a deep sense of grievance and an underlying conviction that a return to spiritual purity will restore the lost power they believe once belonged to their forefathers. A belief system that calls for stoning a woman for adultery or severing the hand of a vagrant accused of stealing depends on extreme interpretations of texts that are at best ambiguous. What is at stake is not so much service to God as the conviction that it is still possible to enforce discipline in a world that seems increasingly chaotic.

The Christian right is equally prone to selective interpretations of Scripture. In its concern for a fetus, for example, the fate of the child who emerges from an unwanted pregnancy gets lost. Some fundamentalists are even ready to kill those who do not agree with them, or at least destroy their careers. They seem to delight in the death penalty, despite the fact that the Bible prohibits killing and Christ advised his followers to leave vengeance to God.

Just as in the Middle East, the core of U.S. Puritanism stems from a nostalgia for an imaginary past — in our case, a made-up United States peopled mostly by Northern Europeans alike in the God they worshiped and in their understanding of what he stood for. The founding fathers, of course, preferred the ideas of the secular Enlightenment, which, instead of anointing one religious interpretation, provided the space and security for each person to seek God in his or her own way.

Perhaps the strongest rationale for separating religious values from politics is that politics inevitably involves compromise, while religion involves a spiritual ideal that can be harmed by compromise. No less a fundamentalist than Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini once stated that if forced to choose between Islamic law and Islamic rule, he would choose Islamic rule. Yet the effect of that decision has been to betray Islam, as genuine Islamic scholars in Iran have found themselves under continual pressure to change their interpretation of God and God's will in order to conform to political realities.

Religion, when incorporated into a political structure, is almost invariably diluted and deformed and ultimately loses its most essential power. Worse, as we have seen recently in the Islamic world (as in the Spanish Inquisition and the Salem witch trials in the Christian world), a fanatical passion for one's own interpretation of justice under God often leads to horror.

The fact is that, as St. Paul so eloquently put it, "now we see through a glass darkly." Men and women interpret the deity, but they are only human and, by their nature, they are flawed. In that context, isn't it best to keep our minds open, the Ten Commandments out of our public buildings or off our governmental lawns and to lead by example rather than pressuring others to see life the way we do? As Christ once put it, "And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?"

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"Cottontail and Wind" a Shoshoni story

Cottontail lived with the people on the side of Olancha Peak. The people had no wind; there was none in the whole valley. They could hear it up on the top of the mountain, but it never came down.

Cottontail said, "I can bring the wind down the valley." He took a flute and went way up on the mountain side, blowing it "tu hú du dù du dù, mi áh" and singing "tavotsikita wo bü hai yuvü" (in effect, "I am Cottontail"). By means of his flute playing and his singing, Cottontail brought the wind down to the people in the valley.



Saline Valley, California
Some Western Shoshoni Myths by Julian H. Steward - Bureau of American
Ethnology Bulletin 136 [1943]

From Blue Panther Keeper of Stories

Cameron Diaz, a story of image

plain unadorned

enhanced adored

TIERRA IS THE EARTH MOTHER

Tierra McCoy ...this kind of beauty holds itself in relationship with Light, Sound, and travels from one realm of perception to another with ease. - dawn wolf, keeper of stories

Pictures of Mary-Louise Parker

Mary-Louis Parker a pensive beauty from within

Mary-Louise Parker stars in one of my favorite series, WEEDS.

Picture of Mary-Louise Parker 

a sacred story of hell

a Ugandan child soldier

The contrast between worlds.

Ugandan and American perceptions are as wide and deep as the ocean between them. The level of need in one is lost in the swift passing of news, sound bites, and amply placed outside of the moment, the momentum of changing technology, luxury, and our comfort levels that need to feed on their lost for our sustenance. Such a world of privilege I live in the United States of America. We cuddle in fear of invisible germs, and jump at the sound of warnings about terrorist we are fond of telling ourselves hate us because of our life style, and its attendant luxuries. We enjoy misunderstanding, and purposely using the word freedom incorrectly. We love the lies, and employ a host of people, and machines to tell us the lies that comfort us, and block out the raw needs, and terror of others in war torn and poverty stricken countries like Uganda.

Shit does stink, and roosters do come home to roost. What goes up must come down, and what is sown is reaped. This are some of the tenets of Natural Law, and if my citizenship as an American is questioned because I understand this and place it into the discussions around 9/11, white supremacy, healing, the economy, spiritual and personal responsibility, and other pertinent national issues then something has sickened within the fabric of this great nation, and we are dying as a people, a concept, and a corporation. The souls of our leaders, and the citizens, the regular people are sick. There is brokenness in need of mending, of healing. How do we open the ears to hear, the eyes to see, the bodies to receive its healing, and the soul its revitalization?

-Gregory E. Woods

Keeper of Stories

Mariska Hargitay

ELEGANCE

Miss Universe for 2009 stefanía fernández elegantly clad

SOCIAL CHANGE

Please view this video.! And Stop Exploitation!


Ugandan Orphan Dance Troupe- Transcendent Spirit

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7d6Lxdpvho.  A brother friend of mine worked for this orphanage, and his stories motivated me to be a part of the solution and not the problem. Until we are contributing to change we can't complain about the current plans. Please contribute and be a part of the soul-lution! - Dr. Amah Maat-Kare 
 
 

Ugandan child soldier circa 1979

 
Dr. Amah Maat-Kare, I was deeply impressed and inspired by this thoughtful video. The world is deeply immersed in pain, and recovery. Where does one place their gifts, for all gifts were given for the world, in the world? But your assertion that Europeans are living in luxury through orphans bothers me. Do you speak more on this subject. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
 
Uganda's Children Soldiers 
Invisible Children 
 

HOPE FOR CHILDREN OF WAR

Charity Art Show For Child Soldiers in Uganda 

classical beauty is a concept?

Jennifer Lopez photographs in an imaginative way.

http://www.shaura.com/JenniferLopez.shtml

Freedoms

hummmm!


If you woke up this morning, with more health than illness, You are more blessed than the million people that won't survive the week...If you have experienced the danger of battle, the agony of torture or the pangs of starvation, You are ahead of 20 million people around the world...

If you attend a church meeting without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death, you are more blessed than almost three billion people in the world...If you have food in the refrigerator, cloths on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, You are richer than 75% of the entire world...

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, or spare change in a jar, You are among the top 8% of the worlds wealthy...If your parents are both alive and still married, you are very rare, Especially in the United States...If you hold up your head and smile, and are truly thankful, You are blessed because the majority of people can, but most do not...

If you can hold someones hand, hug them, or even touch them on the shoulder, You are blessed because you can offer them a healing touch...If you can read this message, You are more blessed than two billion people who cannot read anything at all...

YOU ARE SO BLESSED IN SO MANY WAYS YOU MAY NEVER KNOW...BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT BLESSINGS YOU DO HAVE, FOR YOU MAY JUST LOSE THEM SOMEDAY...


The Fish Wrapper
Marque Smith, poet

Euqram

MARRIAGE THEN & NOW

Wyclef Jean & his wife

"Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards."

~ Vernon Sanders Law

black beauty of Nubian Natural

Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be
alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the
same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

~ Marriage
- Kahlil Gibran, poet, The Prophet

Maitrieya Jessie Lotus picture of the embrace 2

"You cannot find your soul with your mind, you must use your heart. You must know what you are feeling. If you don't know what you are feeling, you will create unconsciously. If you are unconscious of an aspect of yourself; if it operates outside your field of awareness, that aspect has power over you." ~ Gary Zukav

Panther

DECLARATION OF THE FOUR SACRED THINGS

"The Earth is a living, conscious being. In company with cultures of many different times and places, we name these things as sacred:


Air, Fire, Water, and Earth.

Whether we see them as the breath, energy, blood, and body of the Mother, or as the blessed gifts of a Creator, or as symbols of the interconnected systems that sustain life, we know that nothing can live without them.

To call these things sacred is to say that they have a value beyond their usefulness for human ends, that they themselves become the standards by which our acts, our economics, our laws, and our purposes must be judged. No one has the right to appropriate them or profit from them at the expense of others. Any government that fails to protect them forfeits its legitimacy.

All people, all living things, are part of the earth life, and so are sacred. No one of us stands higher or lower than any other. Only justice can assure balance: only ecological balance can sustain freedom. Only in freedom can that fifth sacred thing we call spirit flourish in its full diversity.

To honor the sacred is to create conditions in which nourishment, sustenance, habitat, knowledge, freedom, and beauty can thrive. To honor the sacred is to make love possible.

To this we dedicate our curiosity, our will, our courage, our silences, and our voices. To this we dedicate our lives."

StarHawk
"The Fifth Sacred Thing"
copyright 1993

The Obstacles In Our Path

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.


Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.

After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.

The peasant learned what many of us never understand - "Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition."  ~Author Unknown

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREGORY- Vinnie Bagwell

Vinnie, the beauty here is layered, plain in sight, hidden, implied, and clear. The process of creating, this photo tells me, comes from breath. You are the Creatress breathing life into a form translated from the formless world of your Dreamtime, your Vision, your memory of Before. This means a great deal you sharing something this intimate, personal with me, Vinnie. Thank you. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

a Father's song

Goddess form of Kim Kardashian

"...every woman should develop their own mystique, I learned from my elders, and taught my daughters."

- Gregory E. Woods (1/26/10)

Indian actress Asin 2

ILLUSIONS

Madonna as a Victorian era seduction 5

“The petals of a rose fades with time, but the essences remains the same.”

- Donna Weinheimer

a healing story

THE SCARS OF LIFE


Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided
to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to
dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes,
socks, and shirt as he went.


He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of
the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.


His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer
together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as
loudly as he could.


Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim
to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the
alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by
the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible
tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the
father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened
to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the
alligator.


Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived.
His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And,
on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into
his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.


The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if
he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with
obvious joy, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great
scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."


You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not
from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are
unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are
because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been
there holding on to you.


The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God He wants
to protect you and provide for you in every way But sometimes we foolishly
wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming
hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting
to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of
His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever
let you go.


Never judge another person's scar, because you don't know how they got
them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the
blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else.


~ a healing story
tribe & author unknown

THE WARRIOR

THE WARRIOR’S WAY


By Don Juan Matus
as told to Don Carlos Castaneda

WARRIORS

If you really feel your spirit is distorted you should fix it-purge it, make it perfect, because there is no other task in our entire lives which is more worthwhile. Not to fix the spirit is to seek death, and that is the same as to seek nothing, since death is going to overtake us regardless of anything. To seek the perfection of the warrior's spirit is the only task worthy of our manhood.

My benefactor said that when a man embarks on the paths of sorcery he becomes aware, in a gradual manner, that ordinary life has been forever left behind. That knowledge is indeed a frightening affair; that the means of the ordinary world are no longer a buffer for him; and that he must adopt a new way of life if he is going to survive. The first thing he ought to do, at that point, is to want to become a warrior, a very important step and decision.

A warrior starts off with the certainty that his spirit is off balance; then by living in full control and awareness, but without hurry or compulsion, he does his ultimate best to gain his balance.

There is no flaw in the warrior's way. Follow it and your acts cannot be criticized by anyone.

The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge while an ordinary man takes everything either as a blessing or a curse. A warrior must be calm and collected and never lose his grip. Only as a warrior can one withstand the path of knowledge. A warrior cannot complain or regret anything. His life is an endless challenge, and challenges cannot possibly be good or bad. Challenges are simply challenges.

You hinge everything on the feeling that everything is too much for you. No matter how much you like to feel sorry for yourself, you have to change that. It doesn't jibe with the life of a warrior.

All of us go through the same shenanigans. The only way to overcome them is to persist in acting like a warrior. The rest comes of itself and by itself. The rest is knowledge and power. Men of knowledge have both. And yet none of them could tell how they got to have them, except that they kept on acting like warriors and at a given moment everything changed.

A warrior must be fluid and must shift harmoniously with the world around him whether it is the world of reason or the world of will.

The most dangerous part of that shifting comes forth every time the warrior finds that the world is neither the one nor the other. I was told that the only way to succeed in that crucial shifting was by proceeding in one's actions as if one believed. In other words the secret of a warrior is that he believes without believing. But obviously a warrior cannot just say he believes and let it go at that. That would be too easy. To just believe would exonerate him from examining his situation. A warrior, whenever he has to involve himself with believing, does it as a choice, as an _expression of his innermost predilection. A warrior doesn't believe, a warrior has to believe.

Only as a warrior can one survive the path of knowledge, because the art of a warrior is to balance the terror of being a man with the wonder of being a man.

Any warrior can become a man of knowledge. As I told you, a warrior is an impeccable hunter that hunts power. If he succeeds in his hunting he can be a man of knowledge.

But you want to find the meaning of life. A warrior doesn’t care about meanings. If Lucas lived like a warrior--and he had a chance to, as we all have a chance to--he would set his life strategically. Thus if he couldn't avoid an accident that crushed his ribs, he would have found means to offset that handicap, or avoid its consequences, or battle against them. If Lucas were a warrior he wouldn't be sitting in his dingy house dying of starvation. He would be battling to the end.

You must cultivate the feeling that a warrior needs nothing. You say you need help, help for what? You have everything needed for the extravagant journey that is your life. I have tried to teach you that the real experience is to be a man, and that what counts is being alive; life is the little detour that we are taking now. Life itself is sufficient, self-explanatory and complete.

A warrior understands this and lives accordingly; therefore one may say without being presumptuous that the experience of experiences is being a warrior.

wolf singing in dark forest by Daniela Musolino

If a warrior needs solace he simply chooses anyone and expresses to that person every detail of his turmoil. After all, the warrior is not seeking to be understood or helped; by talking he's merely relieving himself of his pressure. That is, providing that the warrior is given to talking; if he's not he tells no one. But you're not living like a warrior altogether. Not yet anyway. And the pitfalls that you encounter must be truly monumental. You have all my sympathy.

A warrior makes his own mood. You didn't know that.

The hardest thing in the world is to assume the mood of a warrior. It is of no use to be sad and complain and feel justified in doing so, believing that someone is always doing something to us. Nobody is doing anything to anybody, much less a warrior.

Self-pity doesn't jibe with power. The mood of a warrior calls for control over himself and at the same time it calls for abandoning himself. It's a difficult technique. It is required that you hold onto yourself and let go of yourself at the same time. That's what I call the mood of a warrior. It's convenient to always act in such a mood. It cuts through the crap and leaves one purified. One needs the mood of a warrior for every single act. Otherwise one becomes distorted.

There is no power in life that lacks this mood. Look at yourself. Everything offends and upsets you. You whine and complain and feel that everyone is making you dance to their tune. You are a leaf at the mercy of the wind. There is no power in your life. What an ugly feeling that must be.

The self-confidence of the warrior is not the self-confidence of the average man. The average man seeks certainty in the eyes of the onlooker and calls that self-confidence. The warrior seeks impeccability in his own eyes and calls that humbleness. The average man is hooked to his fellow men, while the warrior is hooked only to himself. Perhaps you are chasing rainbows. You're after the self-confidence of the average man, when you should be after the humbleness of a warrior. The difference between the two is remarkable. Self-confidence entails knowing something for sure; humbleness means being impeccable in one's actions and feelings.

A warrior cannot be helpless, or bewildered, not under any circumstances. For a warrior there is time only for his impeccability; everything else drains his power, impeccability replenishes it.

warrior woman

Impeccability is to do your best in whatever you're engaged in.

The key to all these matters of impeccability is the sense of having or not having time. As a rule of thumb, when you feel and act like an immortal being that has all the time in the world you are not impeccable; at those times you should turn, look around, and then you will realize that your feeling of having time is an idiocy. There are no survivors on this earth.

A warrior is never idle and never in a hurry.

A warrior knows that he is waiting and what he is waiting for; and while he waits he wants nothing, and thus whatever little thing he gets is more than he can take. If he needs to eat he finds a way, because he is not hungry; if something hurts his body he finds a way to stop it, because he is not in pain. To be hungry or to be in pain means that the man has abandoned himself and is no longer a warrior; and the forces of his hunger and pain will destroy him.

A rule of thumb for a warrior is that he makes his decisions so carefully that nothing that may happen as a result of them can surprise him, much less drain his power. Worry and think before you make any decision, but once you make it, be on your way free from worries or thoughts. There will be a million other decisions still awaiting you. That's the warrior's way.

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Life for a warrior is an exercise in strategy.

You are aware of everything only when you think you should be; the condition of a warrior, however, is to be aware of everything at all times. A warrior is never available; never is he standing in the road, waiting to be clobbered. Thus he cuts to a minimum his chances of the unforeseen. What you call accidents are, most of the time, very easy to avoid, except for fools who are living helter-skelter.

A warrior, on the other hand, is a hunter. He calculates everything. That's control. But once his calculations are over, he acts. He lets go! That's abandon. A warrior is not a leaf at the mercy of the wind. No one can push him; no one can make him do things against himself or against his better judgment. A warrior is tuned to survive, and he survives in the best of all possible fashions.

The mood of a warrior is not so far-fetched for yours or any body's world. You need it in order to cut through all the guff.

African American woman at NBLF 2010 by Bab Kuroji Ntu-Patrick

To achieve the mood of a warrior is not a simple matter. It is a revolution. To regard the lion and the water rats and our fellow men as equals is a magnificent act of the warrior spirit. It takes power to do that.

A warrior takes his lot, whatever it may be, and accepts it in ultimate humbleness. He accepts in humbleness what he is, not as grounds for regret, but as a living challenge.

It takes time for every one of us to understand that point and fully live it. I, for instance, hated the mere mention of the word "humbleness." I'm an Indian and we Indians have always been humble and have done nothing else but lower our heads. I thought humbleness was not in the warrior's way. I was wrong! I know now that the humbleness of a warrior is not the humbleness of a beggar. The warrior lowers his head to no one, but at the same time, he doesn't permit anyone to lower his head to him. The beggar, on the other hand, falls to his knees at the drop of a hat and scrapes the floor for anyone he deems to be higher; but at the same time he demands that someone lower than him scrape the floor for him.

That's why I don't understand what masters feel like. I know only the humbleness of a warrior, and that will never permit me to be anyone's master.

You like the humbleness of a beggar. You bow your head to reason.

homeless woman on the streets

A warrior is always ready. To be a warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born a reasonable being. We make ourselves into the one or the other.

It's your duty to put your mind at ease. Warriors do not win victory by beating their heads against the walls, but by overtaking the walls. Warriors jump over the walls; they don't demolish them.

The spirit of the warrior is not geared to indulging and complaining, nor is it geared to winning or losing. The spirit of a warrior is geared only to struggle, and every struggle is a warrior's last battle on earth. Thus the outcome matters very little to him. In his last battle on earth a warrior lets his spirit flow free and clear. And as he wages his battle, knowing that his will is impeccable, a warrior laughs and laughs.

This is your world. You are a man of that world. And out there, in that world is your hunting ground. As a hunter, a warrior knows that the world is made to be used. So he uses every bit of it. A warrior is like a pirate that has no qualms in taking and using anything he wants, except that the warrior doesn't mind, or he doesn't feel insulted when he is used and taken himself.

A warrior selects the items that make his world. He selects deliberately, for every item he chooses is a shield that protects him from the onslaughts of the forces he is striving to use. A warrior would use his shields to protect himself from his ally, for instance.

The average man, who is equally surrounded by those inexplicable forces, is oblivious to them because he has other kinds of special shields to protect himself. Look around you. People are doing that which people do. Those are their shields. Whenever a sorcerer has an encounter with any of those inexplicable and unbending forces we have talked about, his gap opens, making him more susceptible to his death than he ordinarily is; we die through that gap, therefore if it is open one should have his will ready to fill it; that is if one is a warrior. If one is not a warrior, like yourself, then one has no other recourse but to use the activities of daily life to take one's mind away from the fright of the encounter and thus allow one's gap to close.

A warrior encounters those inexplicable and unbending forces because he is deliberately seeking them, thus he is always prepared for the encounter.

angelic being from album lacuna have haud voluntas by Procer Octavis Branch

I personally believe that to be a warrior is more suitable than anything else. Therefore I have endeavored to show you those forces as a sorcerer perceives them, because only under their terrifying impact can one become a warrior. To see without first being a warrior would make you weak; it would give you a false meekness, a desire to retreat; your body would decay because you would become indifferent. It is my personal commitment to make you a warrior so you won't crumble.

I have heard you say time and time again that you are always prepared to die. I don't regard that feeling as necessary. I think it is a useless indulgence. A warrior should be prepared only to battle. I have also heard you say that your parents injured your spirit. I think the spirit of man is something that can be injured very easily, although not by the same acts you yourself call injurious. I believe your parents did injure you by making you indulgent and soft and given to dwelling.

There is nothing in this world that a warrior cannot account for. You see, a warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing for him to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he's clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.

A warrior treats everything with respect and does not trample on anything unless he has to. A warrior never turns his back to power without atoning for the favors received. In order to become a man of knowledge one must be a warrior, not a whimpering child. One must strive without giving up, without a complaint, without flinching, until one sees, only to realize that nothing matters.

Whoopi Goldberg is one of the finest women in the biz !!!!

Veronika Vařeková

"Those who think in terms of catching mice, will never catch a lion." - Charles King

DANCE

Neva is Mamamusica Real's mother dancing in the 1990's

The artist's story of Procer Octavis Branch

Black Queen

Procer Octavis Branch's Photos - lacuna have haud voluntas

100120:: The wonder and magic of the unseen parts of our physical makeup! Altho Science will lead you to believe that 97% of our DNA is "junk" because they cannot understand it, they cannot "see" what it does under a microscope (yet, one day, they will) does not make it junk. "JUNK" DNA is A.K.A MELANIN. AND WE ALL KNOW WHO THE MELANIN DOMINATED PEOPLE ARE. Science understands 1 strand, and even that, they do not fully understand. The part of layer one that is interdementional, science does not look at, at all.

Creation does not create "waste" nor "junk". These beautiful amazing strands are not part of the left over evolution of the human species, quite the opposite really. They lay within a semi-dormet state until activated, balanced, utalized by the consciousness of their host body - YOU!

You activate and use your DNA purposely without realizing you are waking up those semi-dormant DNA Strands in many ways. Your DNA is always present, even tho we call them layers, they really aren't. You can look it your DNA as a loaf of bread, there is flour, eggs, oil, and water in your bread, but once you have the bread, it is all one, not layered but completely intermingled thru out the entire structure, this is how it is with your DNA too. All 12 Strands work with the other strands. But unlike bread, some strands are more like silent communicators instead of active participants." - Procer Octavis Branch

Brazilian bodybuilder Flavia Crisos

Brazilian bodybuilder Flavia Crisos is a beautiful woman !!!!

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Flavia Crisos

HEATHER MANDY LEVY, dancer, mother

Heather Mandy Levy in St. Thomas !!!!

“I said it before, Heather, your beauty is yours. It doesn't need to be defined. Your beauty is She, and she needs to shift inner space in an honest way, a magical, thoughtful way. One cannot arrive at the end or the beginning of her either. One must engage her with the mysticism of dance, the magic of stillness, and a child like fascination with movement between worlds you create, or associate with. Only someone special can penetrate the realms you introduce your son to.” ~ Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

Heather Mandy Levy holding son with the blue sky behind

CREATION STORIES: a challenge to paradigms

Mary-Louise Parker, an actress, is a creation story unto herself!!!!

"The puzzle of creation stories is in the implausibility of claiming to know the beginining. Our relationship with the creative processes of Life is the length and the breathe of our willingness to plunge into the depth, and meaning of the Unknown to engage the stimuli of living beings."

- Dawn Wolf,

Keeper of Stories

2010

ALIEN INTERVIEW

Nana Baakan Agyiriwah

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ROMANCE

a vision in green

R-RUM

O-ORGASMS

M-MORE ORGASMS

A-ANATOMY

N-NASTY MOVES!

C-CONTINUOUS CLIMAX

E-EVERYDAY!!

 

Honey

R - RYTHMN..

O - OILS..

M - MAKE LOVE..

A - ALL THE TIME..

N - NAUGHTY..

C - CUMMING..

E - EROTIC..

 

R-RELIEF

O-OKLAHOMA

M-MMMMUUUUUAAAHHHS

A-ALL

N-NIGHT

C-CUTTLE'S

E-EVERLASTING

 

R - Reality

O - Oils (to enhance the massage experiences)

M - Moonlight

A - Another person, duh!

N - Nudity

C - Caresses

E – Elegance

 

dark beauty waist deep in water

R- realistic, must be a chance it can really happen

O- original, don’t want to just pinch someone else's

M- meaningful,

A- adventurous

N-naughty but nice

C- climatic

E-erotic enjoyment

R- Rolaids

O- Oreo's

M- Matches

A- Acne meds.

N- Nachos

C- Claritol

E- Elixir

Latin beauty of Mendoza Dayanamu

COMMUNITY BUILDING: eating together

Stone Soup


Three soldiers trudged down a road in a strange country. they were on their way home from the wars. Besides being tired, they were hungry. In fact, they had eaten nothing for two days.

"How I would like a good dinner tonight," said the first. "And a bed to sleep in," added the second. "But that is impossible," said the third.

On they marched, until suddenly, ahead of them, they saw the lights of a village. "Maybe we'll find a bite to eat and a bed to sleep in," they thought.

Now the peasants of the place feared strangers. When they heard that three soldiers were coming down the road, they talked among themselves. "Here come three soldiers," they said. "Soldiers are always hungry. But we have so little for ourselves." And they hurried to hide their food. They hid the barley in hay lofts, carrots under quilts, and buckets of milk down the wells. They hid all they had to eat. Then they waited.

The soldiers stopped at the first house. "Good evening to you," they said. "Could you spare a bit of food for three hungry soldiers?" "We have no food for ourselves," the residents lied. "It has been a poor harvest."

The soldiers went to the next house. "Could you spare a bit of food?" they asked. "And do you have a corner where we could sleep for the night?" "Oh, no," the man said. "We gave all we could spare to the soldiers who came before you." "And our beds are full," lied the woman.

At each house, the response was the same -- no one had food or a place for the soldiers to stay. The peasants had very good reasons, like feeding the sick and children. The villagers stood in the street and sighed. They looked as hungry as they could.

The soldiers talked together. The first soldier called out, "Good people! We are three hungry soldiers in a strange land. We have asked you for food and you have no food. Well, we will have to make stone soup." The peasants stared.

The soldiers asked for a big iron pot, water to fill it, and a fire to heat it. "And now, if you please, three round smooth stones." The soldiers dropped the stones into the pot.

"Any soup needs salt and pepper," the first soldker said, so children ran to fetch salt and pepper.

"Stones make good soup, but carrots would make it so much better," the second soldier added. One woman said, "Why, I think I have a carrot or two!" She ran to get the carrots.

"A good stone soup should have some cabbage, but no use asking for what we don't have!" said the third soldier. Another woman said, "I think I can probably find some cabbage," and off she scurried.

"If only we had a bit of beef and some potatoes, this soup would be fit for a rich man's table." The peasants thought it over, then ran to fetch what they had hidden in their cellars. A rich man's soup, and all from a few stones! It seemed like magic!

The soldiers said, "If only we had a bit of barley and some milk, this soup would be fit for a king!" And so the peasants managed to retrieve some barley and milk.

"The soup is ready," said the cooks, "and all will taste it, but first we need to set the tables." Tables and torches were set up in the square, and all sat down to eat. Some of the peasants said, "Such a great soup would be better with bread and cider," so they brought forth the last two items and the banquet was enjoyed by all. Never had there been such a feast. Never had the peasants tasted such delicious soup, and all made from stones! They ate and drank and danced well into the night.

The soldiers asked again if there was a loft where they might sleep for the night. "Oh, no!" said the townfolk. "You wise men must have the best beds in the village!" So one soldier spent the night in the priest's house, one in the baker's house, and one in the mayor's house.

In the morning, the villagers gathered to say goodbye. "Many thanks to you," the people said, "for we shall never go hungry now that you have taught us how to make soup from stones!"

This story was told at a church meeting I attended.
I requested a copy, which was labeled "by Marcia Brown -- 1947".

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