Showing posts with label indigenous teachings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indigenous teachings. Show all posts

Sunday, June 30, 2019

All About Them Mysteries.




Karolina Kurkova by Matt Jones

White women stare into the camera lens of their phones with an idea of themselves that will not, or won't change. If they feel their image thrust upon other women is the center of their powers they don't understand how change creates the flow pattern for the return of power to those whose powers were taken by aggression, mean spirits and a specific kind of envy. Power like water returns to its source. Land upon water is land upon water because water allowed land to surface from the below. Awareness is water and moves this way in our state of being alive.

White American women's assumptions of superiority are mere assumptions standing in the water which in itself is impossible to do unless one is standing in shallow waters. At what point does this type of womanhood stand in the depths of water with the grounded strength of being whole in a fluid form? This mystery is a riddle, the riddle being one of existence, and one to ask of the womb! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 6/30/18 


[I wrote this a few days before a stroke, and days after returning to the States from Puerto Rico.]





La Toya Seduction by Roland Dawson, the mystique. 


The mystique has long been an asset for a woman in cultures that held authoritive advantages over the influences of the feminine energies. It is a startling recollection to those among us not cognizant of the vast range of world history on this subject. Sometimes, Roland Dawson, you do this stirring of the intellect and the imagination in simple settings...

You imply a lot in little spaces. That is quite the gift your way of matching; no playing with the sensual tease and the intellect!.... - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 11/30/18 



Saturday, December 29, 2018

INTO Adult Consciousness




A grandchild is innocent of how the world around them is adulterating the adults who share existence with him. He has come out of Te Kore and Te Po with the many blessings of Tipuna (ancestors) who attended his conception with their many offerings). He expresses his soul imperative to love and share, to see and to know from his soul (his first self). This 'self' is a true harmonic. It is inclusive, grounded as it is in Atuatanga and Godself consciousness being expressed as innersense. — Mereana Taki 


Mereana Taki - the child in her Dec. 29, 2014


Friday, December 28, 2018

Wisdom of an Elder, a Wise Woman



" I grew with Elders who administered Spirit Medicine to those suffering with these malais. Spiritual hygiene I call it ... keeping the Heart clean of toxic debris and being kind to ourselves in this great Spirit journey as Source Beings." - Mereana Taki 11/20/2015 


"Children of this realm are not property or belongings ...nor are they your private slaves because they came through your body ...they have come with their own Spiritual Sovereignty ...their own Soul path ...be it upon your own head if you transgress that which existence has bestowed upon itself as Love pure and unconditional." - Mereana Taki May 19, 2014  


Mereana Taki in August 2015. 


Makutu ~ Sorcery/Occult/Lower Realm ritual and fetish ... all done in the name of Greed for power ... it's not clean or healthy or whole ... those elements in Life which grow in the shadows bent and misshapen * and what is the purpose of this energy in the larger Cosmic Why or is it simply without meaning and beyond the comprehension of other than the Soul? Positive and Negative energy fields run into each other and overlap with supreme accuracy. Do they belong to Humanity to fix and unfix? What happens when Humans have unravelled the fabric of existence, can they repair it? Howsoever it is begun is how it will end itself. That is Cosmic Law. What is begun in Makutu is itself subject to and restored to Makutu. - Mereana Taki August 25, 2015


Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Contradictions over Time.




Kim Kardashian West is worth $175 million dollars in 2018. What she is really worth is in the realm of perception, high intelligence, and a knack for fitting into a hard world for women without the compromises ordinary women make to survive. It is a far cry, this reality for her, from the days of Europe's dark age, and from the Armenian massacre over a hundred years ago! For those two people is their reconciliation between the two cultures of her bloodlines, and marriage to a Black American man? This is a blood question only she can answer; we can only speculate, or judge her on this note.

What is it for us and the ancestry of our peoples we need to recognize and work with, and work through? Kim Kardashian West married an eccentric and gifted man whom she seems to understand and definitely loves. "How do we love?" is the more important question, and perhaps the best place to start a study of a person. But, that is not how people begin their assessments of each other, nor is it a place immaturity leaves a person!

Immaturity is a major factor in American culture. It is the financial support of reality stars, and it is foundational to President Trump's appeal, and is part of the spell he holds over his followers. For Mrs. West this works one way in the entertainment world; for the nation as a whole this fixation with immaturity is a facet of the political  and moral manipulation of America's sub-conscience. As a force, immaturity goes about its business with little fear of being corrected. It is a drug of the sort that does not hesitate to implode because it is forever trusting in its revival. Immaturity leads public perception directing inaction so skillfully millions of Americans have lost the reason it takes to be a major force in the complex world of global politics. These citizens rely on the cruelness of people like Trump who cannot fathom how and why the pieces that hold nations together needs a high level of education in many disciplines and deep respect for Life, in all its forms!

White people are at the center of this trauma in America. This is their creation we are conditioned to, their dichotomy entangled in our ancestral lines, and we of the darker hue are in this with a deeper responsibility. We are the carriers of what needs to be done to undo this mess. Our spiritual responsibilities have depth in the intuition of what eludes us: the truth, and those truths bath in the bloodletting of this nation's past and present.

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
June 13, 2018


Kim Kardashian West wearing flip flops.



Tuesday, October 16, 2018

To Beware is Awareness.


I share this video.


I have long agreed with the many solutions to resolve the environmental problems facing the planet. Over the decades it became clear how dark the white power structures become to wage war against each threat to their wealth and sense of lordship over the Earth, our Mother. Tens of thousands of non-white people have been murdered trying to preserve clean water, healthy land and fresh air, by white men. For hundreds of years my Ancestors have spoke to their hearts about their beliefs and behaviors to no avail. 

Not even God is listened to, so what can be done, or do we stop focusing on white men in power, and their dark spiritual force and look in the right directions, where true powers live and end this another way?... - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 10/14/18 


A white man to beware of: Brett Kavanaugh.


Sunday, August 19, 2018

Riddle: descent or right?



Wife of Art Warda, Kristin Warda shows her breasts off.
"Why?" is a question to ask, and "how?" they allowed her
sharing this picture is a compelling subject. 


Married couples allow each other to do things another couple may not allow. In some marriages, it keeps their integrity in order in ways indistinguishable from what another may call a sin. There are couples where the husband allows his wife to display her body for an online audience. "Why?" is a question to ask, and "how?" they allowed her sharing in this way is a compelling subject.

It is important for young inexperienced couples to learn how to wade through the complex waters of freedom of expression. The way Westerners view sex and marriage has crossed many lines indigenous peoples have learned to establish balance in Life. Western cultures have learned to disrespect many moral standards from a perspective foreign to decency, and in the momentum of that long ago decision; we in their future lay claim to freedom of expression with and without decency, or moral standards worth anything! It is a moral dilemma these days deciding what is right and what is wrong. How, Native people and those of us throughout the African Diaspora resolve these contradictions is determined by our relationship with our Ancestors, and our knowledge of what is right and what is wrong in the equation of balance and right relationship. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 4/10/18 



Friday, June 1, 2018

Grieve in Water



IS LUMBEE LOVE DEAD? 

When she is sick and dying, who last shall, vigil keep beside her lonely, lovely waters if not we, those indigenous to the waters of the ole Lumbee fail to protect her in the present? Will we stand up and safeguard her beauty as only we see it or do we discard her as a mere swamp, remiss of our duties owed to her bounty? 


by jojo brooks shifflet, Lumbee nation 





The grief in water doesn't leave us, not in this culture we live living, as if we are distant from cause and effect. The average person does not pay attention, or heed the warnings of scientists, or the obvious evidence on a walk along a stream in a forest, or a park's pool. Women are not respected at the significant levels their creation orders the world's original structures. American, or more specifically, European historic practices have not respected this state of being. This continued practice embedded in thought life and practice does not care for water in a sacred way.

Protesting companies fouling up our waters is different from care for water as a sacred responsibility with prayers, the words and songs of power delivered from the womb daily! This passes as social responsibility, but the custom of separating Life into parts indifferent from each other cannot see the whole when profit is the gauge measuring 'progress'. Measuring is destined to devalue one to gain the other, so water like Earth are in danger of irreversible poisoning. A population dismissive of sacred things, and sacred responsibilities is incapable of exercising compromise, or changing self to save a planet, or grasp how the elements live within our "who we are"!

In layman's terms, we are in a 'clusterfuck'! In respectable verbiage we are in a pickle! In reality, we are killing our grandchildren to feed our children! This is the spirit of a mentality resistant to change, reform and being human.


Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Feb. 9, 2018


Water Carrier.




Sacred Art Work by Le Ah Tiamat titled, Sky Qwake



Thursday, May 31, 2018

What is at stake


Venezuelan woman. Bella Maria‎ by Nell's Photography (2017)


We all have the ability to bring back the knowledge that have been lost or taken by the Evils of others, we only need understand we have the power to step up to the plate doing what the Grandmothers/Grandfathers ask to regain this Ancient Knowledge/Wisdom...

Many times the road is hard, but we must do the same as those ancients who took the same walks to gain the same lessons...



There are no short cuts, no easy or simple ways...


~ Cloudwalker



Healer healing in a man in ceremony. 




"Heyoka help to maintain balance in individuals by introducing contradiction through comical actions, humor, satire and paradox, much like a Zen master, to prevent arbitrary social conditioning from becoming rigid identity; to balance the chaos inside their own circle, not worrying about what can't be." is an academic explanation of a complex texture of what cannot be contained by hand, but felt as heart.

There is a special relationship between a Heyoka and all the elements of Life. When one reads about their abilities, their exploits it is a distant translation. In the flesh, in a Sacred Lodge, or wherever living is engaged in mysterious forces, or the mundane the Heyoka creates something otherwise inaccessible out of air, a joke, a gesture, or a backwards prayer blurring the lines between profane and decent.

Being a Heyoka is never an ambition; it is a calling one hears, and runs from until it connects you into its source. "When any child finds that calling moving around within them who will assist them?" is the only and the first question that comes from within the Elders hearing what the Ancestors say!

Gregory E. Woods, Sirmiq Aattuq Wisdom Keeper
April 14, 2017

Monday, March 5, 2018

ELDER TALK, blessing


How do put blessing on a child? It is different than on a young person, and distinct in the proper way of being fair; it is a different delivery to boys, to men, girls and women. It requires a scope of one's own life to fairly assess what is needed in a young person's life at the exact moment you meet them.

It was a good day to sit outside in an open café with a cup of fancy hot chocolate and a breakfast sandwich in DC yesterday afternoon. I saw two Black boys, here in the northeast part of DC, defiantly walking passing a joint betwixt them. They chose to sit at a table near me. The one facing me looked in my eyes, glanced again and then stared hard ignoring my nod and said, "Whutzup?"

I paused. His aggression was no more than anger wrapped with the tension preceding an anticipation of a diatribe. If, I'd been another type man the kid might have felt compelled to jump in my face. Feeling small is a bit part in the make up of boys trying to fill out the spaces of the expectations of being a 'bad boy'. It is the father energy with the capacity to quell their passion wild boys respond to with a degree of reverence. How this starts is with a question asked. The question shapes the man's character for the boy to understand as a safe place. It sets the boy up for new revelations he had not known how to ask.

"Your walk speaks to me about power."
"What?"
"I see you, the both of you, with a sense of power about you. The question to you is how will you develop it?"

The strongest boy who'd engaged in eye contact leaned forward, curious. "What'd do mean?" he asked. "This is not a question to answer now, and not to me." I said. "You grow with it as you grow and mature over the years. Just remember the question."

How do you put a blessing on a boy's head? You put a thought in their heads.


Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
October 21, 2017


Pretty sepia tone, slim lines, pleasant face holding a feel, a sense of who her presence is,
is not as an object, but a force becoming. It is marvelous the growth of youth.


Monday, February 19, 2018

Blessings over your Life!


2 spirits 1 woman.



Every moment and every step is precious. Wisdom opens up new thoughts to you as you step further down the road that is Red. Quiet your mind find peace in the solitude of the CIRCLE, which is SACRED! Be one with Creation, so you can be whole as one in the formula of life. Sacred are the teachings, and sacred are the hearts that teach you to value all that is around you. They are the witness to your light that shines in you daily, to hold the scepter that contain the scrolls of knowledge that reveal themselves to you on a level not understood by man. Preform the feats of understanding that will take you and others higher than they have ever been before. There are no other ways to see this vision if you are not ready with the product of self!

Pollution begins in the mind, which is the barrier of reasoning what makes you hard and rigid to the concept of gathering an understanding what is soft, pliable to the comfort of the road that is chosen. Learn to watch the teachers of the field, the lords that go unnoticed cause they are all humbled; they show their power in their humility, and they would never brag, or boast of their feats to none cause their venture shows in the strides of their good ethics on how to respect what is truly not theirs alone.

Show yourself that you too must learn and to be in this class of learning there will always be a block for you to stumble on for you to look down to show your pride and ego that they must sit down and watch how the humble cross the bridge where the rapids of water are in rage and want to devour the soul of those two to hold on; is to remember what was given to you with love and earnest; to put the prayer on smoke means you have learned your place and you know that reality is a place much more real than this. And to hold what is dear too you close cause that is the reason why we touch our hearts when we touch our MOTHER EARTH.

So to all who walk this road, my heart is out for you. May my prayers on smoke cover you and give you the wise breath of the founder of Life....cause

These are my thoughts..... Walk in beauty..... AHO! 


Cloud Spencer Eaglebear (March 13, 2017)  




Dear Brother, Cloud Eaglebear, thank you for these wonderful helpful words of wisdom, as Spirit would have them coming to life and heart of realization in the perfect timing of why we all in the circle must keep a higher step for the greatest good of all. So our song in the winds is a pure one and our gifts and offerings of love for others in the circle of sacred life are truly given in the closeness of spirit they are intended to be...

I am humbled to be included in the circle. Thank you for ever being near. Spirit guides all happenings in divine perfection. Also, beautiful photo of woman warrioress in harmony and balance with life. Much love and respect to you good brother.. Blessings on your day. A'ho! - Carol Windsong  (May 17, 2017)  


Thursday, February 1, 2018

AS A Woman feels, she sees.


Ankh symbolizes the act of conception. It is the key of Life, eternal life, strength and health.



TEARS OF AN ANGEL

As I look down I can not stop a tear from falling down my face!
I watch over the weak get strong and the strong get stronger!
I look and see one of the weakest try to stand and take care of her mom for in her eye's she is not weak!


As she stand's and take's her first step she knows she can do this!
As we watch her care for her mom she does not know we are helping her for she would not like help! 


I can not help cry for the weakest of my family is the strongest for she will not give up!
I cry over her every night for she knows that the weakest is the one that is now the strongest!
I can see that she cries for the one she loves the most and wishes with all her heart that she could be Strong, not weak!


As I watch I see she is not weak any more she is the strongest she ever was and knows she can do anything!


As the tears fall we know that the one that was the weakest is now the strongest and will stand on her two feet and care for the one she love's the most above all else! 


by Shawnette Shawny Feathers
 



Angel concept of Kayla Crawford by Roland Dawson.


Wednesday, December 20, 2017

THE WHITE MAN




THE WHITE MAN AND SNAKE


A white man, it is said, met Snake upon whom a large stone had fallen and covered her so that she could not rise. The White Man lifted the stone off Snake, but when he had done so, she wanted to bite him.

The White Man said, " Stop! let us both go first to some wise people."

They went to Hyena, and the White Man asked him, "Is it right that Snake should want to bite me, when I helped her as she lay under a stone and could not rise?"

Hyena (who thought he would get his share of the White Man's body) said, "If you were bitten what would it matter?" Then Snake wanted to bite him, but the White Man said again, "Wait a little, and let us go to other wise people, that I may hear whether this is right."

They went and met Jackal.

The White Man said to Jackal, "Is it right for Snake to want to bite me, when I lifted up the stone which lay upon her?" Jackal replied, "I do not believe that Snake could be covered by a stone so she could not rise. Unless I saw it with my two eyes, I would not believe it. Therefore, come let us go and see the place where you say it happened whether it can be true."

They went, and arrived at the place where it had happened.

Jackal said, "Snake, lie down, and let thyself be covered." Snake did so, and the White Man covered her with the stone; but although she exerted herself very much, she could not rise. Then the White Man wanted again to release Snake, but Jackal interfered, and said, "Do not lift the stone. She wanted to bite you, therefore she may rise by herself."

Then they both went away and left Snake under the stone. 


Story from unknown tribe. 





Funny to me how indigenous peoples picked up the scent of white people's spirit upon contact, or soon after. It is the way 'we' have talked about white people to our children and each other that informed us about the narrowness of their vision.

"You gotta train white people in the way they should go!" I've heard all my life, one way or another.


Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
12/30/17

Native History. Myths And Legends

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Food Scientists.


Maat Petrova shopping for food. . . 2017.


Peace. Peaceful mindsets reign above the science of food. It is unusual to be aligned with the foods today. The practice of measuring has overtaken the sanctity of preparing food, removing the sacredness of eating has created disorders. Shifting into this paradigm has no beneficial relationship with power. Power is its own incentive to change, become, and be still within one's soul. Applied to food the better our dreams grow, the better we understand where we are as a People, as a family member.

It is summer time as things grow and the beginning of Harvest is the celebration ceremony. Without ceremony food is just there to eat. Ceremony and gratitude brings in the fullness of healthy minds, empowered spirits and right relations with our Mother, the Earth, each other and the animals who feed us, and the plants who know us, and what we need! ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 12/12/17





Màat Petrova shopping for vegetables. July 2017.


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Between Buffalo and Man



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Buffalo by Val Warner


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Tribe unknown



Buffalo dancers


Saturday, November 11, 2017

WHITE BEAR


white Bear 


Polar bear? I heard tell the Polar bear can survive and adjust to life without the ice. Polar bear lives within a consciousness men divorced themselves from in the long ago, that is attainable easily by returning to the source of it all!! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories