Sunday, November 13, 2011

Native woman arms outstretched

prayers
Seven is the sacred number of the Cherokee. The seven sacred directions are East, South, West, North, all above, all below, and where you now stand in the center. The seven sacred clans are the Deer, Wolf, Paint, Blue, Bird, Wild Potato, and Long Hair (or Twister). Each had an important responsibility within each village.

Wolf-Keepers of the wolf and War Chiefs, wore red,
Bird- Keepers of the birds; had hunting birds they were messengers.
Blue-Keepers of the blue medicine to keep the children well
Paint-Make red paint; used crystals; medicine men and women
Wild Potato (later Bear) - Farmers, made bread from wild potato
Deer-keepers of the deer; fast runners and hunters

I pulled out my Cherokee shield pin and will describe it to you. There is a yellow star shaped flower in the center then circle of blue with leaves etched in gold, then a circle of red within the words "Seal of the Cherokee Nation" in English and in Cherokee then an outer ring of green. In Ireland goddess tradition, three represented the Maiden, Mother and Crone and the other trio was Body, Mind and Spirit. You have chosen the two numbers most sacred to your heritage (I am of course assuming that there is some Cherokee in there somewhere). ~ Pam Tinker, Eastern band Cherokee nation (Wolf Clan), Irish & friend

deep powers: INNOCENCE

"Reminds me of the innocent play within children's hearts we escape from to become adults and lie to ourselves about who we are to 'make it' in this world!!" –Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

Saturday, November 12, 2011

INDIAN AFFAIRS

Grandfather says by * Tashunka Witko * [HQ]

Grandfather says this: “In life there is sadness as well as joy, losing as well as winning, falling as well as standing, hunger as well as plenty, bad as well as good. I do not say this to make you despair, but to teach you…that life is a journey sometimes walked in light and sometimes in shadow.” Grandfather says this...


Native American activist Jay Winter Nightwolf

Many tribes owe the Sioux nation debts. It won't ease the extreme poverty, the cultural alienation of their young, or abate the alcoholism ravaging their nation. It won't wipe from anyone's memory, nor will their gang problem go away. But many tribes, thousands of white people seeking to bringing healing to themselves owe the Sioux nation a debt. Somehow despite the relentless campaigns of Americans, and the might of their armies, the duplicity of their missionaries, and the laws written to protect whites interests in land grabbing the Sioux somehow managed to preserve their traditions, and ceremonies. Their language stayed in tact, and despite the laws against us Native folk practicing our religion the Sioux nation surfaced in the 1960's sharing their’ medicines', their Sundance ceremony, the Pipe, and their story-power with the world. They allowed the nations, like the Piscataway whom the whites stripped of identity, and custom, to share the Lakota ways of the Sundance, and their Chanupa ceremonies, and blessed them allowing them to practice these ways.

Jay Winter Nightwolf & grandson Alex

Many people connect with the Indian ways because of this turn of events. Because white anthropologists (love 'em or hate 'em) recorded so much of Sioux life, and because the Sioux fought so hard against the Americans somewhere within the American thought-patterns poverty was allowed to crush this nation into the dirt. Their nobility is often sung about, and held high as an example of the noble Red Man, but the abject poverty, if you ever visit Pine Ridge, for example, will crush your good will. There are people like public radio personality, and activist, Jay Winter Nightwolf, Eastern Band Cherokee, Shoshone, who work to provide the Sioux nation with food, heat, and clothes every winter. It is colder than a witch’s tit in the Dakotas, and people starve and don’t make it through the winter. Many drive to the edge of town to buy liquor from a store a few dozen feet from the border with food money for their families!

There is an enormous cultural and spiritual debt to be paid the Sioux. But they need food, heat, education, housing like so many other nations. They need the treaty money the US government holds from them, and uses as they see fit. These are my words. I am Gregory E. Woods, “Dawn Wolf”, Keeper of Stories.

http://www.facebook.com/jwnightwolf


Native teaching from Indigenouz Fellowzhip

deep powers: COUGAR

panther's baleful stare
“ The penetrating stare of a cat. You can’t read it or under estimate it.” – Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

 

Friday, November 11, 2011

Beyoncé Knowles' lyrics & videos

Beyoncé at Glastonbury Music Festival in a belted, gold sequined Alexandre Vauthier mini dress, black hot pants, and bedazzled booties !!!!



 



Beyoncé Knowles: her lyrics

Beyoncé Knowles July 1, 2011 Good Morning America concert !!!!

Halo - Beyoncé Knowles


Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound


I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now


It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out


Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace


You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away


I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo


Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light


I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
To pull me back to the ground again


Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
The risk that I'm takin'
I'm never gonna shut you out


Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace


You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away


I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo


I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
Halo, halo


Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace


You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away


I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo


I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo


Beyoncé Knowles July 1, 2011 Good Morning America concert 16

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

JOE FRAZIER: shame & honor

JOE FRAZIER dies

http://xfinity.comcast.net/articles/sports-boxing/20111108/BOX.Obit.Frazier/?cid=hero_media 

Joe Frazier’s death is a powerful shift in conscious African and African-American’s definition of power, self, and historical relationship to White America, and the central European justification of dominance and place in history and the world today. His life was a challenge to the social mores of the day. Joe Frazier’s powers, and his manhood shed light upon the blight of the souls of men on both sides of the color lines in 20th century America. Unfortunately, it is a part of and lost on this generation dulled by their toys, self-absorption, and short memory drives. The depth of Joe Frazer is a forgotten story that lives in the air. New US citizens are largely detached from the soul of the inner dynamics that created the culture they have sacrificed to get here.

Heavyweight boxing events throughout most of the 20th century centered around life and death, elevated athleticism at the highest levels, and were themed by political divisions, ideologies, and social commentary authored the banter between opposing camps. Boxing matches between the giants were the battlegrounds for white men and Black men to declare dominance over the spirit of the other man and his race. The boxing ring was the only place a Black man could literally slap the shit out of a White man, get paid, and not suffer the pain of being fired, jailed, raped before hanging, imprisonment, or a cruel death. From the great Jack Johnson to Muhammad Ali the boxing ring was a raging, fierce, bloody battleground between the most vile sense of manhood a Black man ever had to endure, and suffer under, and the Black champions whose very prowess mocked the smug supremacy white men held above Africans in Africa, and within the United States of America. Money was exchanged for blood letting, and the needle in the proverbial haystack of deep hatreds, and fears was unpredictable in its nature, and neither side was ever sure who would be stung by the pin head of defeat, but both sides were willing to bet against the other, and literally stake their word, and their lives upon their predictions.

In the South Black men were not guaranteed safe employment, nor were their families safe, or their lives insured against the self-righteous rage of white men before, after or during a battle in the rings. All of the battles split between the white race and black race and the battles between Frazier and Ali were composed of the same dynamic elements. I lived through this and the ring of the bells resonates, to this day, in my ears. Prior to the full citizenship accorded Black Americans when we were allowed to vote the depth of the terror spawned by White men upon the dignity, the lives, and the rectums of Black men was unfathomable. When the Brown Bomber, Frazier, Bobby Foster, and others battled in the ring race was a factor, and someone Black could conceivable die on a Southern road somewhere in the South because of these matches. Regular Black men were marked with daring during those epic battles by their children, their wives, and their communities because in Jim Crow America Black manhood was a despised and feared energy force white governments needed to be reduced to property value throughout the 20th century, and men who braved those elements with dignity and/or fierceness were deeply admired by their women. That was often reward enough for being a man, a Black man, a colored man, a Negro man incapable of being or seeing himself as a nigger.

Those boxing matches in those days were more important to the fabric of society, the dignity of Black Americans, and the pride and assumptions of racial superiority held within the dominant class of American citizenry. Those battles defined manhood; the physicality of it, the nature of it, the danger, the beauty, and the strength of it in an arena required skill, impeccability, and a sense of history that embraced a complex culture’s contradictions.

Joe Fraziers downs Muhammad Ali 15th round of title bout March 8, 1971
Great men come from and become the archetypes of their day that inform the less endowed, the unimaginative, the creative, the daring, the beautiful, and the ugly that forms the relationships between fathers and children, husbands and wives, men and communities, and men at war, and men at peace building the life structures of towns, nations, families and friendships. Fundamentally the male paradigms need to fight, to protect, and oversee the outcome of their loved ones. It is impossible for a man not to engage in combat internally or externally. War has different forms and fronts, and not every battle is physical. Men like Muhammad Ali fought against the source of the flames raging against Black manhood one opponent at a time from the press corps to the ring and beyond into the international arena which was considered by Black Americans the den, the domain of white men. This cultural attitude was behind the resentment held against Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. when he spoke out against the war in Vietnam.

I bring these things to the forefront because Joe Frazier was not a singular force in the American story. He was connected to the forces driving the culture during the 20th century shaping the ethics, the values, and standards of Black America, conservatism, Christianity in the face of change, and most importantly, I think, exposing the vast contradictions of Black America for the world to see, gawk at, and marvel with the numerous questions our dichotomies inspired. Great men’s lives ask the questions we refuse to ask ourselves in the public forums of their times, or in the private sun rooms of our souls. In this story Joe Frazier spoke in the ring as a man among men and suffered from the cruelness of his own people who split into factions across America pissing on his head, and calling him an Uncle Tom while holding Muhammad Ali the champion of Black America. In many respects we killed him making him the 20th century’s resident Black Sambo, and then forgetting what we did to his sense of manhood in the wake of his death we dishonor what his life contributed to Black thought, and white America.

©Gregory E. Woods
Keeper of Stories
2011

http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/boxing/news/story?id=3064971