MOTHERING

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"There is both a shallowness and a depth to celebrity parenting, but celebrities should not be the models of parents for parents. Famous actors, and actress operate from another level. They are not crippled by inertia. They have committed themselves to the higher levels of being to attain the things they have achieved in life. Their lifestyle, and how they got there creates  vibrations above the mundane commitments to the mediocre that passes for the mindsets of most of their fans." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

actress Helen Hunt

"Mothering is an art, and it has form. The traditional stories of indigenous people in the world instructs just as good as the Hebrew people’s stories. If I listened only to the Hebrew stories as preached by the Western church without discernment, or the presence of my ancestral voices I would have not been able to raise the children I raised. After such an accomplishment reflection is more appropriate a state of mind to be in. People in the Western world are fond of their pithy sayings (we are), and the clichés around parenting are simple minded and destructive. Across the TV screen, and in courtrooms across the landscape are parents; troubled by their children’s antics who have not reached the wisdom children need to nurse from. This culture has demonized the ancient rituals and developmental tools that understood the elements, and sacredness of growth and convinced modern day parents there are no indicators from parent to the invisible world that understands the times one is born in, and the children they have brought into the world..."

©Gregory E. Woods
Keeper of Stories
2011

CAMERON DIAZ in the Green Hornet

Cameron Diaz, the Green Hornet

Cameron Diaz came out with her first big movie of the year on Friday, starring alongside Seth Rogen in “The Green Hornet,” directed by Michel Gondry.

"Growing older means you become more introspective and learn who you are and what you want," says the 38-year-old.

"When you're in your twenties you have no idea what's going on or who you are. We're obsessed with youth and what we look like. We forget what happens to our souls and our minds."

Critics, however, have been down on “The Green Hornet,” which received only a 44% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. One reviewer said that, at its best, the movie is "sporadically entertaining." Diaz plays Rogen’s secretary in the film.

"I wanted to spend some time just having a laugh," she explains, "and doing what I love without it being heavy."

Read more: http://www.thirdage.com/news/cameron-diaz-green-hornet_1-15-2011#ixzz1BD5A4LSU

ABORIGINAL RIGHTS

Native title was given to our desert nations in the 8o's. Now the Australian government wants it back as the Northern Territory has the richest source of uranium in the world and they want the land back to become the world’s nuclear waste dump. Our desert tribes fiercely protest this and refused to sign the land leases. They gained support from various groups organizing rallies, protests and raising awareness. So our government conspired to brand them violent alcoholic pedophiles who neglect and abuse their children! They called this report "Little Children Are Sacred" and demanded an Intervention. They sent in the military and ordered every child to have medical checks for abuse. This in itself was a gross intrusion on the little ones and a form of sexual abuse. They dragged children from their mothers screaming in fear. The only cases they found were young girls under the age of sixteen who have boyfriends. Yet 3 years later the intervention remains


In order for the Federal government to implement the Northern Territory Emergency Response suspension of the Racial Discrimination Act 1975 was required making it legal to force communities to sign over control of Aboriginal land in 5 year leases, prohibit alcohol consumption and distribution in Aboriginal communities, control spending patterns through income management and store cards and take-over Aboriginal service-providers, ban them from speaking and learning their language in school, (English is their 2nd language) refusing them housing, medical, transport assistance until they sign over 40 year leases of the land. They have broken 20 something of the 46 covenants of the UN's declaration of the rights of indigenous peoples. There is much more to this story that I will post in my notes. – Judith Stubbs

The Spiritual Nature of the King Years part 3

http://urclimbingjacobsladder.blogspot.com/2011/01/spiritual-nature-of-king-years-part-iii.html 

Dr. King meeting Malcom X

SACRED POWERS

Alexandra Moore

A Mermaid's Tale

Coral gazed at the speckled bird as it winged its way across the vast ocean waters toward the distant horizon. She enjoyed watching the freedom of its movements and wondered for the hundredth time how it would feel to own the gift of flight.

She turned her attention from the bird and found a nice warm rock which was a part of the jetty that reached out into the sea. Then she settled down to take a nap.

Some time later, Coral was awakened by an insistent male voice calling from the waters. “Coral! Wake up,” the voice hissed. “Coral!”

Coral sat up abruptly to see her mate’s head just above the surface of the waters. He appeared annoyed, but she threw her head to one side defiantly, sending her long curls flying. Her own annoyance knew no bounds. How dare he follow her to the surface to continue his rant at her.

He had been ordering her about for days, demanding that she not set fin on the surface again.

“But, it’s so lovely up there, Glaucus.” She plead for him to understand about the lovely birds and blue skies. But all he knew was the danger. She could still hear the anger of his voice as he shouted at her, “No More,” he roared. It’s not safe, Coral. You won’t go back to the surface again or else.”

His threat had set her blood to boiling, not to mention it hurt just a tad when he shouted. Glaucus had never raised his voice at her before, and she reacted blindly, turning and swimming away from him at top speed. She had no idea where she was going. She just went, spurred by her anger and the funny knot of pain she felt in her heart.

That had been two days ago. It was only natural that she made her way to her favorite spot on the surface. The beauty had calmed her frayed nerves, and she achieved a small amount of peace. Until now.

“What do you want, Glaucus?” She inquired belligerently loud as she glared at him. “Did you come to make more demands of me? Or could you not find another at whom to shout?”

Glaucus hissed again, “Not so loud, Coral. Humans are on the sand just on the other side of these rocks.”

Coral’s defiance abated a bit as she slid closer to the rocks and dipped down so as not to be seen. It was then she heard their laughter, so close it seemed they were right upon her. “Humans?” she mouthed the word at Glaucus as if it were a bad taste on her tongue.

Glaucus nodded, still solemn, as he continued to whisper. “I told you this would happen. You came so close to being captured, and you did not even know they were there. Do you know what would happen? Do you care?”

Angered once again, Coral picked up a large fancy shell and threw it. It skipped across the water right at Glaucus, and he reacted on instinct to avoid being hit diving with a loud splash beneath the gleaming sea.

Coral’s sense of satisfaction was short lived, because a human on the other side shouted to his friends, “Hey, did you guys see that?”

Coral gasped and slid as close to the rocks as she could while the sound of feet in the sand came closer.

Another human spoke up, “What is it, Chuck? What’d you see?”

Presumably Chuck replied. “Man, I think it was a mermaid.” He sounded incredulous as his feet pounded down to the surf and splashed into the water. “Didn’t you see it?” He shouted back to his friends who were just on the other side of the rock where Coral hid.

“Man, Chuck, You’re crazy.” Another human said.

And yet another piped in. “It was just a dolphin. There’s lots of ‘em out here. Come on, let’s finish the volleyball game.”

After a while, Coral heard the game resume on the other side of the natural rock wall. She only took long enough to peek over the top of her shelter to make sure the coast was clear. Then, quickly and quietly, she made her way to the water and slipped in.

She swam toward the same horizon the bird had chased earlier, and when she was too far out to be seen, she resurfaced, wondering what had happened to Glaucus. Soon, she knew, as his head popped above the surface.

He looked at her and she saw his concern etched clearly in his face. “I was frightened they had you,” he said, all his anger gone.

A gull called out from above, and Coral looked up. “See that?” She asked, pointing. “I love the birds and this blue sky. There is as much beauty above the water as below. I love coming up to see it.”

Glaucus looked up and around, and Coral felt him open his heart to understanding. She saw the smile in his eyes as he noticed, for the first time, the blue skies and one fluffy white cloud floating by. “You are right, Dear One. It is beautiful.”

Glaucus seemed to hesitate, then he reached to caress Coral’s arm as he spoke. “I’m sorry I shouted. So, very sorry, and I ask you to forgive me. It’s just that I am so afraid when you come to the surface. These humans are vile creatures. If they saw you, they would capture you and put you on display to gawk at you. Or maybe cut you up to study. Who knows what they may think to do should they capture you. I was just afraid…of losing you.”

Coral’s heart melted. “All is forgiven, my love.” She said softly. “You must forgive me as well, for my stubbornness. You are right, there is danger in coming to the surface, but I can’t stay away. I do promise to be more careful.”

Glaucus nodded, “yes, you are forgiven,” he smiled. “And if I can’t keep you away from up here, I suppose I will just have to join you on your excursions.”

They embraced and kissed, bringing their lover’s tiff to an end. Their laughter was the sound of waves lapping against the shore as a school of fish played tag nearby, just beneath the surface of the frothy blue sea. –Laura Lawless (Lady Hawke)

WANING MOON GODDESS

"During the time of the waning moon is the time to rid one's self of negative things, emotions, thoughts, energies, and people. You don't kill the people for those looking for a reason to kill somebody. I ain't saying that in these litigious times. Between the full moon and the dark moon is the time to banish the negative things from one's life." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

BLACK AGE: reconciliation

Sinclair told me a few weeks ago he planned to host a service in collaboration with a chapter of the Southern Christian Leadership conference on the 14th of January at his church in Maryland. Sinclair means a great deal to me. Pastors are a complex bred of men, and in the Black American church they hold sway over the consciousness, and the thinking of a large segment of Black America. The deeper problems of our people stem from the core of our existence. Our belief-systems are defined by our relationship to white Americans and four decades after Dr. King was killed we cling to the source of our tragedies fearful of the challenge, the work that Dr. King’s ‘dream’ requires if our goal is to be free.

People around the globe, who are thinking, are asking obvious questions about the inertia of Black America. It is pass time to address our inertia like warriors, not punks skittish around the opinions of white Americans. The time to emote, and fuss over what the white man did to us is gone. This is the time of reconciliation. White people will not ask for forgiveness the way we need them to. What they will do is to act out what they want, and need in ‘our’ relationship. It takes wisdom, and strength to operate at this level, and as a group of people we, Black Americans, are not at that level of maturity. The mere suggestion of this approach always stirs up anger, and separatism.


If we are to retreat from our tradition, open ourselves in the sacred work of healing and reconciliation to gain the right perspective, and relationship to power we must walk a different path, with different eyes, keener awareness, and a centerness that anger, and inertia are incapable of creating. That being said do we need a central figure, a leader like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. today? No. We don’t. We need a new religion that doesn’t cling to form, and cry for justice. We need to do something, initially, as drastic as gathering together in healing circles with all of the races to heal the whole. Healing of the whole will centralize individual problems into another light, another framework that will enable Black Americans to see ourselves through other eyes learning to ‘see’ us. This kind of beginning will engage the creative juices of everybody in this dance around the fires of our being human.


The singular difference with Rev. Sinclair Grey’s service was the attendance of people from Reverend Moon’s church who joined other churches in worship and praise last night. Somehow Reverend Moon’s philosophy and practice brings all of the people together. What Christian denomination does that? What can we learn from Rev. Moon that the Black Church is incapable of doing?


If we don’t start somewhere different we will remain what we call ourselves: niggers.”


©Gregory E. Woods
Keeper of Stories
1/15/11

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