Grandfather Speaking to the Protectors

1930's a Negro boy tied to a pick axe in a forced labor camp in Texas.

There is an image of Rosa Brighid by Carl Grim naked wearing chain mail balancing a sword upon the ground with her left hand delicately holding the sword's hilt I discovered amongst the photographs of her online portfolios. It is unlike any image of conquest. Here is a story to tell and reflect upon for the child and the adult on both sides of the old stories of British rule.

I am silent about it, but I am the least enamored of Britain and Britain's royalty. They are still the conquering horde from across the pond, unrepentant, and situated in a bizarre angle of popularity as if they did not alter the balances of countries and cultures the world wide and worse of all began to tilt the planet's balance off center with their beliefs and ideologies and practices! People either have short memories or are fundamentally terrified into a permanent illusion that the British are now bedfellows who did not come into our worlds and do all of these things disrupting all the balances!

Talented models Carla Monaco, Natasha James, Tillie Feather, Tanya Atherton, and Rosa Brighid are amongst women making their marks in the world of fashion from Britain. I respect talent and hard work ethics and in particular I pay attention to women's endeavors in the fields they venture into because they struggle harder in most respects because their struggle is against the tides and designs men have left for them to overcome, or submit to. Unable to undo these barriers on a global scale today's men are responsible for removing those barriers not in the world-at-large, but from within themselves. But, it is difficult given the ways we have been taught to see ourselves and the world from the European perspective. From the many meanings of what those perspectives are the layers of illusion are surmountable. Get that into the thinking about how the British set up a poisonous legacy that undermined and took away identity from the people today enamored by the British and others of us who have been involved in the task of unlearning, and the ceremonial work of recapitulation.

  
Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Creek Indian-African man
Jan. 16, 2017 

Rosa Brighid by Carl Grim naked wearing chain mail. (2016)

Arrow Photography London

Self love is self mastery.

Neva Ingall's life force speaks the maxim of "Self love is self mastery".

Say with me: "Appreciation brings peace, love and abundance. Hold the power of love and light. Develop your love and light skill and breathe the perfume of peace.

Wise souls are in direct transmission with the source and with all living things in the awareness frequency of Divine Love. Breath with us and be in the Oneness.

Meditate and yoga nidra with me, Neva Ingalls."   

Asian body profile in classic statue lighting.  

The Study of Shadow and Light.


This is a study essential to the life of a hunter, the warrior's spirit and the safety of the families and communities protected by them. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Oct. 27, 2016)

Direct Question to the Skull

Domi Dollz
July 16, 2013

Amber Drake by Jason Chaos
July 16, 2013

The art of Jason Chaos is compelling at best and probing in a way that is not at all intrusive, but intelligent. I wear a skull of an animal for certain ceremonial work. It is part of my Medicine. The only thing I will admit to know about skulls is from the perspective of a hunter. At the end of a track when the skull is found the hunter has arrived at the beginning of another trail. Whether and how to continue the track is a question of life or death; not life and death.

This is a warrior teaching.
- Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
11.11.13

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The Ceremony of the Huntress

Tamala Jones

Eartha Kitt sitting in a chair. Had I been in this room how would I have held to my will?

Well into her old age Eartha Kitt frightened me with her beauty and lured me with her dynamic powers of hypnosis. In her presence it must have been nearly impossible for a man to resist her if her desire was fixated on him! In life a man will meet such a woman, at least once, and then he will see how strong his strength is, and how true to convictions he can stand near her. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 11.3.13

ONE OF MY HAPPIEST MOMENTS!

The Ceremonial Hunter

I have had many, and like Barry said these days are the happiest, but I say that because these days are alive, and the others as good as they were have happened, and are alive memories.  One of my moments was a supreme moment in the forest in the days I was hunting and stalking wild dog packs. It was dangerous, but I relished it all. 

The moment I am remembering was a supreme morning of sunlight that gave more light to the canopy, and moisture to the ground. I was silent and flowing barefoot listening and merging with the rhythms that moves the soul outside the body as the body effortlessly reclines into invisibility. Everything within me understood everything around me guiding the coming together of something I barely was aware of. 

As the foliage wet my chest, and the Earth subtly moved beneath me the thickness of the bush parted ever so slightly, and one of those sacred spaces that dot forests revealed itself to me. Before me the sun touched down a circle around a feral cat deeply enthralled in thoughtful meditation. What most don't know, grasp, or understand is that the substance of prayer emanates from animals constantly, but in the secret places it is more dramatic, and animals tend to restrain from killing. I was to be no different. With great skill I stepped forward with no sound and touched the cat's neck.

The cat leaped high in the air turned around in a 180 degree turn, stared into my eyes incredulously and seemed to shout, "Oh, shit!!"

He landed. 

He couldn't believe such a thing happened, and wondered later, I am sure, how such a thing happened to him. We stared into each other on opposite sides of the circle of light. We probed deep into each other's intent before the cat's fierceness returned. He turned slowly, and walked into the morning shadows fully conscious of me and where I was standing near his sacred space. 

Out of respect for sacred space I stood still letting the light encase me, and the prayers within became emanations. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 5.26.13

Sports WOMEN

Peter Salama Photography

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Carrie Milbank, sports reporter

Women Sports Reporters

I profess to know little about sports, and because I don't watch it enough to be used to it I am startled when a woman shows up on the screen interviewing a male athlete. I do know who Erin Andrews is from her being stalked. 

There is a thing about stalking most won't understand because of the tendency of modern life to conform people to accepted opinions for the benefit of a few, and that is stalking is an age old skill. It is fundamental to becoming, and fundamental an element to find peace of mind. 

A ceremonial hunter stalks concepts, and the peace of growth. I discovered when my first son was born how the stalk was a developmental practice of my spirit that taught me to do several things including becoming a patient man, and a studious husband, and father. During every stalk the hunter and the hunted learn about each other. The two of them have a thing in common that easily can tip the balance: their backs are always behind them. ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 5.31.13

Lion killing Water Buffalo