Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

IN Between




Sun lit the room.


"I love the story of light and shadow. The way it is a nuance and an announcement is as intriguing as changing light, falling darkness and the space in-between. Light and shadow shift perception as wine shifts mood and sensation, and tobacco lifts pain, mood and spirit in the old ways of my Ancestors in ceremony. This play is where Spirits create mystique, compel questions to arise from the stillness..." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 10/09/18


Sunlight from the window upon Nella taken by Kenneth Lysgaard.2018.


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

our SUN & our MEN

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Khloe Kardashian
""the sun sets on our ideas of self." ~ dawn wolf, keeper of stories 
At times, I wonder if the Western man punished himself for the perceived sins of his ancestors by clouding the skies with acid rains, chemical trails, and other loathsome chemicals, burning coals, the sounds of profanity leaping out, and into the atmosphere billowing upward to choke the light and the image of the sun once worshiped, and studied, and revered mostly, as a spiritual source of insight, wisdom, and knowing??  I wonder if the island of plastic in the Pacific Ocean, and the circling trash around the globe are indicative of the trade made for material wealth in exchange for the soul of the Earth, no longer seen as our Mother? 

I wonder about these things as the art of distraction grows sharp edges and renews itself with each denial carelessly tossed out of people's mouths into ears, and the air, and shrugs of shoulders to mimic and show disinterest in outcomes, and distance from the laws and mathematical equations that formulate Creation, prophecy, existence, and the fundamental expectations in the exchanges of death-for-life we subsisted on for thousands of years, and the relationships we  disrespect and have with the multitude of those living with us on this planet! 

I wonder how we will be judged by the slight of hand tricks of our ideologies that govern life on this planet that justify heinous actions, and decisions malicious to the cause of the just, and continuation of life through our loins! I think about this things, and I wonder aloud. 

"What if...?" ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 5.9.13




tattooed women with the same 'Taonga' on their forearms.
(Maori)



woman breasts to the four winds


Monday, July 27, 2015

Sun Bathing the Yoni


Sun bathing the Yoni !!!!


By @fit4_a_goddess "Its YourYoni
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Sun Bathing the Yoni
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The Penetrating Energy of the Sun is just like the Penetrating Energy of Penis (Masculine Force)..... It can be Life giving....Healing...It can burn you...It can Kill you....There is a reason it is always shining yet not always shining....a reason why it's in the midst of darkness yet gives... off light....You must understand the Masculine as well as the Feminine...
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To Understand the Sun and it's power is Holistically Nourishing for the body...to misunderstand or to think you know it intellectually but not truly understand it will harm you
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Same with relating to Masculine Energy in personified forms....especially sexually
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Opening your legs to be penetrated by the sun innately helps a woman understand the Masculine ... to Feel and Guage the intensity.... what's not enough..what is too much...what is just right....to understand what Trust really means.... as long as we are living on this planet the Sun IS shining.....it is always there...it never leaves you even when it's not seen..the Presence of the Sun is known even when it's not present in your sight" via @PhotoRepost_app


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Elder Stories

Angaangaq and Middle of the Sky Woman's mother


Spider Woman~ ACHOMAWI
 
Spider Woman's web hung white with frost. Her sixty little spider children shivered as they slept. Snow had fallen every day for months. All the animals were cold, hungry, and frightened. Food supplies were almost gone. No one knew what to do. Blue Jay and Redheaded Woodpecker sang and danced for Silver Gray Fox, who floats above the clouds. Since Silver Gray Fox, the creator, had made the whole world with a song and a dance, Blue Jay and Woodpecker hoped to be answered with blue skies. But the snow kept falling.


Finally the animals decided to ask Coyote. "Coyote's been around a long time, almost since the beginning. He might know how to reach Silver Gray Fox." They went to the cave where Coyote was sleeping, told him their troubles, and asked for help. "Grrrrowwwlll...go away," grumbled Coyote, "and let me think." Coyote stuck his head into the cold air outside and thought till he caught an idea. He tried singing in little yelps and loud yowls to Silver Gray Fox. Coyote sang and sang, but Silver Gray Fox didn't listen, or didn't want to. After all, it was Coyote's mischief-making when the world was new that had caused Silver Gray Fox to go away beyond the clouds in the first place.


Coyote thought he'd better think some more. Suddenly he saw Spider Woman swinging down on a silky thread from the top of the tallest tree in the forest. "Spider Woman's been on Earth a long, long time," Coyote thought. "She's very wise. I'll ask her what to do." Coyote loped over to the tree and lifted his ears to Spider Woman. "Spider Woman, O wise weaver, O clever one," called Coyote in his sweetest voice, "we're all cold and hungry. Everyone's afraid this winter will never end. Silver Gray Fox doesn't seem to notice. Can you help?" Spider Woman swayed her shining black body back and forth, back and forth, thinking and thinking, thinking and thinking.


Her eight black eyes sparkled when she spoke, "I know how to reach Silver Gray Fox, Coyote, but I'm not the one for the work. Everyone will have to help. You'll need my two youngest children, too. They're little and light as dandelion fluff, and the fastest spinners in my web." Spider Woman called up to her two littlest ones. Spinnnnnn! Spinnnnnn! They came down fast, each spinning on eight little legs, fine, black twin Spider Boys, full of curiosity and fun. Spider Woman said, "My dear little quick ones, are you ready for a great adventure?" "Yes! Yes!" they cried. "We're ready!"


Spider Woman told them her plan, and the Spider Boys set off with Coyote in the snow. They hadn't gone far when they met two White-Footed Mouse Brothers rooting around for seeds to eat. Coyote told them Spider Woman's plan. "Will you help?" he asked. "Yes! Yes! We'll help!" they squeaked, and they all traveled the trail towards Mount Shasta until they met Weasel Man looking hungry and even thinner than usual.


Coyote told Weasel Man his plan. "Will you help?" asked Coyote. "Of course," rasped Weasel Man, joining them on the trail. Before long they came across Red Fox Woman swishing her big fluffy tail through the bushes. "Will you help?" asked "Of course, I'll come," crooned Red Fox Woman. Then Rabbit Woman poked her head out of her hole. "I'll come too," she sneezed, shivering despite her thick fur.


Meadowlark wrapped a winter shawl around her wings, and trudged after the others along the trail to the top of Mount Shasta. The snow had stopped, but the sky was still cloudy. On top of Mount Shasta, Coyote barked, "Will our two best archers step forward?" The two White Footed Mouse Brothers proudly lifted their bows.


"Everyone listen," barked Coyote. "If any one of us is only half-hearted, Spider Woman’s plan will fail. To get through the clouds to Silver Gray Fox, we must each share our powers whole-heartedly, our thoughts, our dreams, our strength, and our songs. Now, you White-Footed Mouse Brothers, I want you to shoot arrows at exactly the same spot in the sky."
Turning to the others, Coyote said, "Spider Boys, start spinning spider silk as fast as you can. Weasel ManWhite- Footed Mouse Brothers, Red Fox Woman, Rabbit Woman, and I will sing and make music. We must sing with all our might or the Spider Boys won't make it." "One!" called Coyote. Everyone got ready. "Two!" The animals drew in deep breaths. The Mouse Brothers pulled back their bowstrings. 


"Three!" Two arrows shot straight up and stuck at the same spot in the clouds.

"Whiff wiff! Wiff wiff!" sang the White Footed Mouse Brothers. "Yiyipyipla!" sang Red Fox Woman. 

"Wowooooolll!" sang Coyote. Rabbit Woman shook her magic rattle. Weasel Man beat his very old and worn elk-hide drum. The Spider Boys hurled out long lines of spider silk, weaving swiftly with all their legs. The animals sang up a whirlwind of sound to lift the spider silk until it caught on the arrows in the clouds. Then the Spider Twins scurried up the lines of silk and scrambled through the opening.


All the while, down below, the animals continued singing, rattling and drumming. The little Spiders sank, breathless, onto the clouds. Silver Gray Fox spied them and called out, "What are you two doing here?" The Spider Boys bent low on their little legs and answered, "O Silver Gray Fox, we bring greetings from our mother, Spider Woman, and all the creatures of the world below. We've come to ask if you'd please let the sun shine again. The whole world is cold. Everyone is hungry. Everyone is afraid spring will not return, ever."

They were so sincere and polite that Silver Gray Fox became gentler, and asked, "How did you two get up here?" The Spider Boys said "Listen, can you hear the people singing? Can you hear the drum and rattle?" Silver Gray Fox heard the drum and rattle and the people singing. When the Spider Boys finished telling their story, Silver Gray Fox was pleased. "I'm happy when creatures use their powers together. I'm especially glad to hear Coyote's been helping too. Your mother, Spider Woman, made a good plan. To reward all your hard work, I'll create a sign to show that the skies will clear. And you two may help.

"First picture the sun shining bright," called Silver Gray Fox. The Spider Boys thought hard and saw the sun sending out fiery rays in all directions. "Now, where sunrays meet the damp air," sang Silver Gray Fox, Picture a stripe of red, Red as Woodpecker's head, add a stripe nearby of bluest Blue Jay blue. The Spider Boys thought hard, and great stripes appeared of red and blue. Silver Gray Fox chanted. Now in between, add stripes of orange, yellow and green! The Spider Boys thought hard. Then, dazzling their eyes, a beautiful bright arc of colors curved across the whole sky above the clouds. It was the very first rainbow.

Meanwhile, down below, beneath the clouds, the animals and people were so cold, hungry, and tired that they had stopped singing and drumming. Spider Woman missed her two youngest children. Each day she missed them more. She blamed Coyote for the trouble. So did the other animals. Coyote slipped away silent, lonely and sad. Above, on the clouds, the Twins rested. Their legs ached and their minds were tired.

Silver Gray Fox said, "You did what I asked and kept it secret. That's very difficult, so I'm giving you a special reward. On wet mornings, when the sun starts to shine, you'll see what I mean." Then the Spider Boys spun down to Earth, and ran back to their mother as fast as they could. Spider Woman cried for joy and wrapped all her legs around her two littlest children. Their fifty-eight sisters and brothers jumped up and down with happiness. All the animals gathered around to hear the Spiders story. When they finished, the Spider Boys cried, "Look up!" Everyone looked up. The clouds had drifted apart. There, bridging sky to earth in a radiant arch was the very first rainbow.

Sun began to warm the earth. Shoots of grass pushed up through the melting snow. Meadowlark blew her silver whistle of spring across the valley, calling streams and rivers awake. Coyote came out of hiding, raced to a distant hilltop, and gave a long, long howl of joy. The animals held a great feast to honor the rainbow, Silver Gray Fox, Spider Woman, the Spider Twins, Coyote, and the hard work everyone had done together.

To this day, after the rain, when the sun comes out, dewdrops on spider webs shine with tiny rainbows. This is the spiders' special reward. You can see for yourself.


from Beatrice Bowles', master storyteller, wealth of stories


Sunday, September 28, 2014

Can WE? We'll SEE!


Human Zoo




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What if the sun held a grudge?

I was thinking:  What if the sun held a grudge and said to the earth "You owe me for all the millions of years I rose to sustain you, your life forms, everything in your entire planet and you gave me nothing in return" ...  if it held a grudge and exploded in anger, it could easily burn up the entire earth or just stop shining all together. This means DEATH for all life. The sun itself and everything returns to darkness. No moon shining either! No plants, no warmth.. no life.. no nothing!!!

Learn from the Sun.. Forgive, breathe, stretch and let it go!!!  Let there be light...and LET YOUR LITTLE LIGHT SHINE!  You deserve to be free to "be" AND free yourself. Think on that one. Love, Nov
And God said, "Let there be light, and there was light." ◄ Genesis 1:3 ► by Novlette Bernard


Black people in Mexico 




Wednesday, July 16, 2014

a Menominee Story



How The Young Hunter Caught The Sun  Menominee 


The youngest brother had found their oldest brothers, so the sister made him a fine robe of beaver skins trimmed with beautifully colored porcupine quills. He wore the robe all the time. 

One day the oldest brothers went out hunting. The youngest was saddened because he could not join them. He had his bow and arrows and his beaver skin robe. The Sun rose high in the sky he laid down to weep, covering hisself with the robe to keep out the Sun. When the Sun was overhead, he sent down a ray which burned spots into the robe. The boy wept more. He felt the sun too, was treating him cruelly. 

He said to the Sun, "You have treated me cruelly and burned my robe, when I did not deserve it. Why do you punish me like this?" The Sun merely continued to smile, but said nothing. 

The boy gathered his bow and arrows and his burnt robe and returned to the wigwam. He laid down and wept again. His sister was not aware of his presence when she reentered the wigwam. She heard her younger brother crying in distress. 

She said to him, "My brother, why are you weeping?" 

He replied, "Look at me! I am sad because the Sun burned my beaver skin robe. I have been cruelly treated this day." Then he turned his face away and continued to weep. Even in his sleep he sobbed, because of his distress. 

When he awoke the next morning, he said to his sister,"My sister, give me a thread; I wish to use it." 

She handed him a sinew thread, but he said to her, "No, that is not what I want. I want a hair thread." She said to him, "Take this, this is strong." 

"No," he replied, "that is not the kind of a thread I want. I want a hair thread." She plucked a single hair from her head and handed it to him. He took the hair and smoothed the hair strand out. 

He then started on a journey to where the Sun's path touched the earth. When he reached the place where the Sun burned his robe, the little boy made a noose and stretched it across the path. So when the Sun came to that point the noose caught him around the neck and began to choke him until he almost lost his breath. It became dark, and the Sun called out to the mánidos, "Help me, my brothers, and cut this string before it kills me." The mánidos came, but the thread had so cut into the flesh of the Sun's neck that they could not sever it. When all but one had given up, the Sun called to the Koqkipikuqki (the mouse) to try to cut the string. The Mouse came up and gnawed through the string, it was difficult, because the string was hot and deeply embedded in the Sun's neck. When the Sun breathed again and the darkness disappeared. The mouse had saved the Sun's life. Then the boy said to the Sun, "For your cruelty I have punished you, now you may go." 

The boy then returned to his sister, satisfied with what he had done.