Saturday, December 18, 2010

Rainbow Warriors






Here is my thoughts of the sacred rainbow warriors.

This legend was brought to us by fire eyes from the

Cree tribe and it explains to us the coming future

events of mankind. The web has brought us together but

now we need to gather in sacred circle.

The drum is the spirit of the Native peoples of Turtle

Island (America) The teachings of the Rainbow Warriors

teaches us that we can return to the old ways while

still living in a modern time.

We can evolve through love. We must transform greed

hate and ignorance into love compassion and

understanding. To do this we must gather and to do

sacred things always.

Native Americans teach us that we are one people and

no matter what path we follow we are one people. The

legend of the Rainbow Warriors is coming to pass as

reality. We have a chance now to bring peace love and

harmony to the world.

Here is the legend of the Rainbow Warriors Poem:

Do you know what a rainbow is ??

Yes, a beautiful bow of colors in the sky.

Do you know what a warrior is ??

A warrior is a brave person.

One who has courage instead of being afraid.

Now let me ask you a question.

Do you love animals or hate animals?

Do you love trees or hate trees?

Do you love people or hate people?

Do you love the rainbow or hate the rainbow?

Well, if you love animals and trees, people and rainbows,

then maybe you are a "Warrior of the Rainbow".

Prophecy

"Warriors of the Rainbow"

Friday, December 17, 2010

FRIENDS

Story of a great friendship and how it was put to the test


This story is about some young men who were friends.

Some boys made a covenant of friendship; they lived together, (and) were inseparable. They had their maidens in an outlying village. Always they used to go together (and) bring them. On one occasion, one of his friends did not go, so only one went to bring the maidens. When he went, he brought back the maids.

(As) they were going along, they met a lion; and it knocked down and lay on one of the girls, but he, he drew his sword and cut at the lion's head. The lion died, and he found the maiden was not dead. And he told her to lie down beneath the lion along with him, and one of them was to go and tell his friend.

So she consented, (and) ran off (and) found he has begun to sleep. She roused him, (and) he said, 'Where are So-and-so and So-and-so?' And she said, 'They are out there, a lion has killed them.' And he rose up, he did not take anything with him, he went along and came and reached (where) the lion was; it was above them.

He did not hesitate, but sprang and climbed on the lion. He thought it was alive. Truly it was dead. Then his friend rose up and said, 'Rise, So-and-so, you have proved yourself (a free-born) man.' So they lifted up the maiden (and) went home.

Now among them who was better than another?

If you do not know, there it is.

Off with the rat's head.

Hausa Folk-Lore
Maalam Shaihua, translated by R. Sutherland Rattray

ANCIENT OF DAYS

Susana Spears in black dress & heels 4


The Negro Speaks of Rivers



I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow
of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went
down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes

ENTITLEMENT OF NEGROES

Louis C.K. on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno 

The sense of entitlement too many Black American’s have taken possession of is baffling, and if they were conscious would be ashamed if they were aware of their ancestors observing them. But they aren’t. I am watching the Tonight Show with Jay Leno show. One of Jay’s guests, a white comedian, Louis C.K. is real funny. Without any reservation his racial jokes about white entitlement began with him comparing his daughter’s standard of life with their peer age groups around the globe.


When Jay Leno asked how his daughters were doing Louis C.K. said, “My kids are good. I mean on paper they’re great. Two little white kids in America.” And later on in his bit he continued with his children’s stories, saying to one of his girls, “You’re a little white girl in America. You wear clothes made by children your age professionally. You don’t get to say, yew ,(at anything you put in your mouth you don’t like).

His timing was impeccable and skillfully left listeners pining for his next line, and even more when he turned on Black people and slavery relaxed and easy like Sunday morning.

“…I just wanna say I’m not trying to say if you’re white you can’t complain. I’m just saying that if you’re Black you gotta complain more because you can’t take people’s historical context away from them…and white people want to like — c’mon it wasn’t us like they want Black people to forget everything.

Like every year white people add like a hundred years to how long ago slavery was. I’ve heard educated white people say slavery was over 400 years ago! No, it very wasn’t! It was 140 years ago… and it ‘s not like slavery ended and everything has been amazing, and ended like a clean shit where you don’t have to wipe…and by the way white people have their own thing, stuff that we went through that hurt us; we have to cope with like when they took our slaves from us! That was really hard for us and we’re still…”

I, like the audience, was on the floor.

The other guest, Aron Ralston, is famous for cutting his right hand off to save his life when, on a hike, a rock trapped his hand between a wall. He has written a book now a movie on his experience, and like the comedian, Louis C.K. is relaxed and easy like Sunday morning. Now here I am a facilitator thinking about the Black youth, many of whom are in the prison system one way or another, I have been working with over the years. They all have parents, and some of these youth are not in the system but share a commonality with other Black Americans, older and younger: a sense of entitlement.

What does anyone owe a spirit of poverty?

Jessica Simpson


Jessica Simpson, I don’t know, but she like most artists did not come from wealthy families. There is a work ethic guiding them, and a vision. There is a work ethic that catapulted African slaves into a wealthy position, on paper, in America. There was something more than a work ethic in Japanese culture that made them a super power a generation after we bombed the hell out of them at the end of the 2nd World War. The Pequot nation was nearly wiped off the face of Turtle Island by the British a few centuries ago. By the 1970’s two Black Pequot women were the sole caretakers of what was left of their traditional land. Today, they are a sovereign nation of considerable means. What lived within Africans who survived the Middle Passage that did not make the journey to the late 20th century and the first decade of the 21st?

Today, millions of Black American youth are committed to failure for a lot of reasons outside of, and within their control. We all know the stories, and many have lived through and survived those conditions and either excelled or merely exist above those conditions. That’s cool. What I am aiming at lies within the belief system of a people that come from a race of people who were connected in the deepest of relationships with peoples from other dimensions and planets and star systems for thousands of years. These relationships structure the inner domain of our race in a way that still has access to realms other races have been trying to access through our music, our dances, our physical powers as athletics, and our spiritual practices still alive within our African Diaspora.

Black Americans are two kinds of people: aboriginal, mystical people, and defeated souls out of relationship with their true selves all rolled up in one contradiction. Is there a way out? Is there anything we can learn from a successful Jessica Simpson who has expanded her portfolio into fashion? Yes. Learn business, but that doesn’t go to the heart of the matter. Our inability to reconnect our spirits with the spiritual practices of our ancestors disconnects us from the cords of our depth and relationship with the spiritual realms that created life and the mysterious forms of magic and creation that formed the concept of concepts: self-discovery.  ©Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (excerpt, Songs of a Father)

Thursday, December 16, 2010

LOVE STORY

THE FIRST FLUTE
LAKOTA
Told By: Joseph Bruchac

Long ago, it is said, a young man saw a young woman in his village and longed to find some way to talk to her. But he was too shy to approach her directly. She was the daughter of a Chief and it is well known that she was very proud. Many men tried to court her, but she sent them all away.

One day, this young man went on a hunting trip. He found the tracks of an elk and began to follow it. Although he caught sight of it now and then, it stayed far ahead of him, leading him away from the village until he was deep in the hills. Finally night came and he made camp. He was far from home and the sounds in the night made him feel very lonely. He listened to the owls and rustling of the leaves, the creaking of the tree branches and the whistling of the wind. Then he heard a sound he had never heard before. It was a strange sound, like a call of a bird and yet different from any bird. It sounded as if it came from the land of the spirits. Strange as it was, that call was also beautiful. It was like a song and he listened closely to it. Soon he fell asleep and dreamed.

In his dream, a red-headed woodpecker came and sang that strange and beautiful song. Then the woodpecker spoke. "Follow me," it said. "Follow me and I will give you something. Follow me, follow me."

When the young man woke, the sun was two hands high. There in the branches of the tree above him was the red-headed woodpecker. It began to fly from tree to tree, stopping to look back. The young man followed. Finally the woodpecker landed on the straight dead branch of a cedar tree. It began drumming with its beak on that hollow limb, which was full of holes made by the woodpecker. Just then a wind came up and blew through the hollow branch. It made the song that the hunter had heard!

Now the hunter saw what he should do. He climbed the tree and carefully broke off that branch. He thanked the red-headed wookpecker for giving him this gift and he took it home to his lodge. But he could not make it sing, no matter what he did. Finally he went to a hilltop and fasted for four days. On the fourth day a vision came to him. It was the woodpecker and it spoke again, telling him what to do. He must carve the likeness of the woodpecker and fasten it in a certain way near one end of the branch. He must shape the other end of the flute so it looked like the head and open mouth of the bird. Then when he blew into that end of the flute and covered the holes with his fingers, he would be able to play that song.

The man did as his vision told him. He carved the flute so that it looked like the head and open mouth of a bird. He tied on the bird reed near the other end and he blew into the flute it made music. Then he began to practice long and hard, listening to the sounds of the wind and the trees, the rippling of the waters and the calls of the birds, making them all part of his playing. Soon he was able to play a beautiful song. Now when he hunted and camped far from the village he had his flute with him and could play it to keep himself company.

Finally, he knew that he was ready to visit that young woman he had liked so long from afar. He went and stood behind her lodge and played his best song on the flute. She heard that song and came out into the moonlight. She went straight to where he was playing. She walked up to him and stood close to him and he lifted his blanket and wrapped around them both.

So it was that young hunter became the husband of the Chief's daughter. He became a great man among his people. Ever since then, young men who wish to go courting have learned to make the cedar flute and play those magical songs. And many of those flutes, to give honor to the red-headed woodpecker that gave such a special gift, have been shaped like the head and open mouth of a bird.





African Native American woman at the 1st Annual Mountain Eagle Place Inter-Tribal Pow Wow



TRUTH BE TOLD

mary louise-parker & a serpent

“My Elders oft said these words; 'kei a koe tou tika' it's up to you (meaning, your truth is your responsibility. YOU alone choose the direction). Brotherz and Sisterz ...YOU are the TRuth of your Life. YOU create and co create with Wairua, with Atua, with Tipuna YOUR life. Everything outside of you is illusory and projections for our learning, for our strengthening. Kei a koe tou tika ~ it's up to you.” – Ngaronoa Taki Mereana Taki
Mereana Taki - a symbol


Wednesday, December 15, 2010

a sad story not remembered




Wituwaumet


Wituwaumet was one of several native men invited to share a feast by Pilgim leader Myles Standish in March of 1623. Standish and his men ambushed and killed them all in order to warn other natives to fear the whites. On this Thanksgiving weekend we honor the memory of Witumaumet and his friends and affirm our commitment to a world in which colonial plunder and racial targeting will be but a memory.

Ricardo Levins Morales