Indian Wisdom

CHIEF JOSEPH PICTUREI am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation.

We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right.

Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world.

We do not want riches. We want peace and love.

– Red Cloud, Oglala Lakota Sioux (1822-1909)

In our every deliberation, we must consider the impact of our decisions on the next seven generations.

– Iroquois Maxim (circa 1700-1800)

When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money.

Cree Prophecy

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

CHIEF
– Chief Seattle, Duwamish
(1780-1866)

Eventually one gets to the Medicine Wheel to fulfill one’s life.

– Old Mouse, Arikara

High in the Big Horn Mountains at nearly 10,000 feet above sea level, lies the Medicine Wheel (above) — a place of worship, a National Historic Site, and an archeological mystery.

It is believed that between A.D. 1200 and A.D. 1700, hundreds of limestone rocks were placed in the shape of a wheel roughly 80 feet in diameter. Twenty eight spokes radiate from a central cairn to six smaller cairns around the rim.

Who built this and why?

No one knows for sure, but Native American beliefs and archeological evidence point to its use as a spiritual site. Many people still come to the Medicine Wheel and Medicine Mountain for inspiration, solitude, meditation and vision questing.

The Medicine Wheel was given protection and nominated to the National Register by local Big Horn Basin communities. The site is protected by federal antiquity laws under administration of the Forest Service.

– site placard

The ground on which we stand is sacred ground. It is the dust and blood of our ancestors.

– Chief Plenty Coups, Crow (1848 – 1932)

WARRIORThe song that I will sing is an old song, so old that none knows who made it. It has been handed down through generations and was taught to me when I was but a little lad. It is now my own song. It belongs to me. This is a holy song (medicine-song), and great is its power. The song tells how, as I sing, I go through the air to a holy place where Yusun (The Supreme Being) will give me power to do wonderful things. I am surrounded by little clouds, and as I go through the air I change, becoming spirit only.

– Geronimo, Apache (1829-1909)

DAN GEORGEThe time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle.

But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me.

Have I done all to keep the air fresh?

Have I cared enough about the water?

Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom?

Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild’s fondness?

– Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)

Grown men can learn from very little children for the hearts of the little children are pure. Therefore, the Great Spirit may show to them many things which older people miss.

– Black Elk, Oglala Lakota Sioux (1863-1950)

 

Children were encouraged to develop strict discipline and a high regard for sharing.

When a girl picked her first berries and dug her first roots, they were given away to an elder so she would share her future success.

When a child carried water for the home, an elder would give compliments, pretending to taste meat in water carried by a boy or berries in that of a girl.

The child was encouraged not to be lazy and to grow straight like a sapling.

– Mourning Dove (1888-1936)

SPIRIT WORLDBeing is a spiritual proposition. Gaining is a material act. Traditionally, American Indians have always attempted to be the best people they could. Part of that spiritual process was and is to give away wealth, to discard wealth in order not to gain.

Russell Means, Republic of Lakotah
(Activist, actor 1939-2012)

The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.

The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.

The strength of the fire,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.

And my heart soars.


– Chief Dan George
, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)

Free the Earthlings!

You don task too much of life, but far too little

What is this blog site about you might ask. Ultimately it is about eliminating the blocks to the awareness of happiness – which has never left you. One might say that happiness can get blocked or covered up with all our seeking, getting and defending.. It is when we simply stop and ask “why am I doing this”, does it bring me happiness, that we might elect to chose differently. Inherent in all of us is complete bliss! Might it be a worthwhile goal, learning to uncover that bliss.

Some might ask about the virtues of struggle and sacrifice and if you feel led to do these things, just understand what it is for. For example, many times it is for the satiation of your very own guilt that you choose sacrifice. In essence one says, I am going to help this person or situation because I feel guilty about not helping this other person from the past. I’ll make up and atone for it here.  Never in a million years did you think to look at your own guilt as cause for your sacrifice.

If one can come to understand the inner workings of the mind, he will give up any voluntary struggle, besides, struggle is highly overrated. He will come to realize that no-one is keeping score, he is not guilty, and has full permission to move about the world in happiness and joy. YOU ARE NOT GUILTY! You owe nothing to anyone, and in fact you will bring about much peace by learning to be happy. It is your single greatest gift to the Universe. Today and everyday from this point forward remind yourself of this and give yourself full permission to be completely happy and guilt free.

Q: I was always taught that God IS keeping score, and that we have to atone for our sins and ask forgiveness.

A: My child, believe what you will,  but God will never have any need to offer you forgiveness, because he has never condemned you in the first place. What has never condemned, has no need of forgiveness. Unconditional Love is just that – Unconditional!

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Seeking and Finding -and all that jazz

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One goes to the beach, draws a circle in the sand and then sits in the middle. he then says “I’ll sit here until God comes”

Q: Why?

A: Because infinite patience produces immediate effects.

Q: What effect will it produce?

A: Peace – Make that your God- or not

I am not among the living, therefore cannot die, yet I am not dead.

– Alejandre de la Williams

Just remember that ALL of the Aliens you meet will attempt to convince you that They are in control of the Multi-Verse. Whats behind it all is right in front of you.

One thinks he is a great wave rolling across an Ocean of energy. But waves have a ending as they crash against the rocks and walls of time. Yes, some crest as the ocean floor rise’s and gently wash the beaches of the finite. These are the ones to surf. And this is our dilemma. Am I the temporary wave or the infinite ocean, a ray of light or the Sun. To be or not to be. Surf that bitch!IMG_1668-1

We are all seeking our own absence, but we want to be there when it happens!

And that is the split – the Schism. We seek the best of both worlds. We want the Peace, Freedom, liberation of the infinite and yet we want to “be”. Can we have the best of both worlds, a little Heaven right here on earth, a happy dream. Can we dream ourselves right out of here by climbing the ladder of our own Double Helix in the DNA. Go to Golgotha (the place of the skull) and experience our resurrection up and out of the Crown Chakra. Hmmm, a resounding Hell Yes.

Time is the great illusion, a sleight of hand, an idea fabricated. Yet how can time come to circumvent eternity. How might one come to know this through experience. How can one be expected to lay down everything his world is built on, throw it aside and KNOW that he is infinite except through an experience of timelessness. To experience timelessness is to experience his absence.

If time were to be a picture from eternities viewpoint, what would it look like?

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If a Spaghetti noodle were to be our prop to represent linear time, then simply turn it on end to face you. That is time as seen from eternity.

This world is built on sand and the waves of this world are constantly shifting and changing the landscape. There is no certainty here, no justice. To have the experience is to experience absence. Do not make yourself as big as the world as to not have an experience of the infinite. Lay down your sword and shield and become a passersby or a purple chicken liver.

 

 

 

What is seeing, cannot be seen. What is hearing cannot be heard. The seeker is the sought.

Q: Become a passersby? Why do I have to do that?

A: Those whom have an investment in this world cannot be a reliable witness to the One Life.

Get to work, watch the stock market, perform the job, take care of the kids, save for retirement, maintain the friendships, mow the yard, mow over the flowers -because who even sees them anymore. Moreover each one of us has a huge investment in “me”. Look at my education, all the lessons I have painfully learned, all my struggling to get to wherever I am, my mortgage, my climbing the ladder at work………………………………”me”.

Q: All the lessons I have painfully learned- don’t they have meaning?

eyesopenA blind man learns his way around the world not through happy lessons but painful ones. Thus he learns which doors are closed and which are open, never to attempt the closed doors again. The world the sightless see must be imagined. Yet the lessons they have learned keep them blind!

One is before the senses. Yes, you are the wave that will eventually dissipate. The body is a communication device to be laid down when it’s usefulness is over. But one is also the universal ocean. To realize one is not only the wave is to come to know yourself as the ocean.

What is looking is what one looks for

Understand that you are the world and the world is you. Therefore seeking in the world will avail you nothing. Therefore turn inward. You know how to do this but have forgotten, because you do not believe anything is there. Seeking but never finding is hardly joyous. You will seek, for this you came. Where you seek is up to you. Surely it is apparent to you that the world does not offer what you seek for.images

Seek not for death, this is death. Be the One life. Be what you are.
Any going out will avail nothing. If one is everything how could he separate out one thing and then attempt to find freedom through that object. Any attempt to add a thing to him will only possess him.

What is the sound of silence? Does stillness speak? What is the sound of one hand shaking your face? Refuse to die, it will cost you mire than you can pay. It is completely necessary for you to be totally confused. Bringing chaos into order is never the case.

Now, Cupid shooting his arrow at the beloved is a criminal action. This is something that everyone should look at -or not. As soon as Love is attached to an object or in this case shot at a Human or animal and penetration is made, then a equal an opposite reaction will take place. If that object of love dies or you lose it them pain of loss occurs. imagesSo the only way to avoids that is to die before that object is taken. Just kidding. Don’t shoot your love at an object, Just be love, just be in love with life, which is no object.

You are the dreamer and I am just a dream.

Direct Experience!

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It’s all fine and dandy going around like a Parrot repeating phrases like “we are all one” or “live in the now”. When one (such as Robert below) has a direct experience of these concepts- everything changes. If One decides to grow the Ovaries to carry out such an experience, he may be rocketed into the stratosphere of the One Life!

 

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My story begins a year ago when I ran across the Johns Hopkins study on psilocybin. Having suffered for years with depressive episodes, mild PTSD, slight bipolar tendencies, and general anxiety and unhappiness, I read the study results and then read everything I could find. I joined the discussion boards, read the trip reports, studied McKenna and Watts. I became an avid student of the mushroom.
Having tried for years to find a solution to my mental strife with traditional medicines, with no success, I was captivated. I had thought mushrooms were just a fun party drug that we left behind after our college party scene. However, being open-minded, and having nothing to lose, I embarked on a journey to self enlightenment and repair of my psyche.
So I grew my mushrooms, and then I carefully planned the set and setting. I meditated and I prayed to the God I thought I knew, and to the God I was yet to meet, to carry me through this 5 gram, in the dark, scary as hell experience that was about to commence.
About 30 minutes after consuming the mushrooms I started seeing the fractals. Colorful and intricate. Nothing like I had ever seen in this life, or could even imagine. They were insanely beautiful, and they were alive with their own spirit and knowledge. images-4
I had headphones with Pink Floyd on and the visuals began to sync with the sound, and I was lost in it. At 60 minutes I was pinned to the couch, feeling like was I was being overrun by succession of tsunamis, each one bigger that the one before. I was moaning and sweating and curled in the fetal position. My last coherent thought was that I was going to miss my son, because surely I was about to die. And so I did.
Time lost all meaning, my body was gone, the present was gone, and I was dying. But the death was only a massive deprogramming. All the knowledge, all the habits, all the history, all the life experiences, all the bias and the cynicism, and all the walls I had built over this lifetime were being disintegrated. I remember my soul being beaten like I was in a cosmic washing machine. My psyche was being thrashed and pounded and my understanding of myself was being ripped away.
All I though that I was, and all that I thought I understood was but one tiny experience in an infinity of experiences — and it almost meant nothing. This mental beating went on for what seemed like eternity. I struggled, and I resisted, and I kept being pounded against the cosmic rocks.r0001064.jpg
Then there came a point where I just let go and welcomed what I now know to have been my ego dying. Complete ego death. The ego that had taken my infinite conscience and held it prisoner behind bias, ignorance, experience, and fear. I came to accept that my “life” was but a way station, a single blink of one experience in an infinite universe of experiences. There is a part of the trip where I became a cartoon character and my previous life was a sneeze that wouldn’t come. My entire life experience became just an infinitesimal blip — like a booger that needed to be removed. I kept getting to the moment of the sneeze, and it never came — over and over with maddening frustration.Maybe this is the metaphor of this life here and the struggles we have to find the happiness that is always elusive. The feeling that we are almost there, can almost sneeze, but cannot quite manage it, keeping us in a constant state of disappointment in that we can almost get “there” but it never comes. And the joke of it all is that we have always been there — but the ego has hidden this from us.
I am NOTAs my mental walls finally came down, I was told by the universe itself that it was OK. It is OK. All is OK. And I remember I let out a long breath, and I let go, and I was nothing, and I was everything. I was creation, and I was infinity, and it was orgasmic. I remember floating in space, spinning and smiling, and I clearly remember thinking that nothing has ever felt this good. This was who we are — we are bliss. And we are good, and strong. I cried for relief, and I knew for sure, and deep in my bones, that things have always been, and would always be OK. I am OK. I was reduced to only consciousness — floating freely in the universe, and I was it and it was me. And yet I was nothing, and I apologized over and over for the hubris that had defined all my actions on this earth.
And then it happened. I was reborn back into myself. And I was shown that birth is what it is all about. Death and rebirth. Over and over again. The death is a crushing of the constructs we have built during our “life.” And birth is what the root and goal of our consciousness is about. I experienced my birth — and words simply cannot describe that. I was overwhelmed in ecstasy. Nothing can possible compare to this feeling.
As the mushrooms slowly let me go at 5 AM or so, everything was clear. I was calm, and very happy. Life made sense, and I was at complete peace. It was like a cosmic Roto-Rooter had scrubbed by conscience of all the sludge that was slowly killing me, and holding me back from living.
Since then, several months have passed and I divorced the wife that was a black hole in my life for reasons that would take many more pages to explain. But suffice it to say that I was given a crystal clear directive to eject this psychic vampire from my life — and so I did.
Also, since then, the resistance that has defined my life for as long as I can remember has lessened. When I get into a sour mood, most of the time if I stop for a minute and reflect back on my trip while staring at the sky, I can get myself centered and calm again. All aspects of my life have improved, and I am becoming who I thought I could be. But by no means am I done exploring.img_0580
I am so happy — and content. The darkness that defined me for so long has been banished.
As anyone who has experienced the magic of the mushroom knows, it’s impossible to accurately recount the experience either in person or in print. The incredible knowledge you are given and things you are shown, simply wither and blow away at any serious attempt at recounting them. It’s an impossibly maddening experience trying to adequately convey one’s mushroom trip without looking like you have lost all your marbles. The wisdom turns against itself and defies the telling.
And as all of us who have traveled that path in earnest understand, with no doubt whatsoever, that our existence in, and interconnectedness with, the universe makes us both nothing and everything simultaneously, significant and insignificant at the same time, one just as true as the other. Yin and yang, ones and zeroes. Some (including myself) have said that during their trips they saw God and he is us. If you remove the brashness from that statement, it rings with staggering truth.IMG_0372
On one hand, we are just cosmic dust with a heartbeat. But on the other hand, we are the creator as well as the created. We contain the birth and death of all history behind us and all possible futures in front of us. We are infinite, and when we are firmly in our trips, we are able to finally begin to wrap our minds around that concept. The infinite and interconnected conscience of all that IS simply feels right; it makes sense, and it is pure bliss.
We now know how ignorant we have been for so long with our ego in the way, and we are utterly humbled at the incredible beauty that we have seen, and struck down to our knees at the magnitude of the revelations we have been shown. Our experience granted us a level of peace and understanding that sings in our heart, even though it defies all logic and rational thought.
Yours Truly,
Robert

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Archetype

By Big Al

  The term “archetype” has its origins in ancient Greek. The root words are archein, which means “original or old”; and typos, which means “pattern, model or type”. The combined meaning is an “original pattern” of which all other similar persons, objects, or concepts are derived, copied, modeled, or emulated. 

I suppose it’s an archetypical story. The idea that one must lose himself to find himself. I have come to understand this as the premise for enlightenment that so many speak about with the clear understanding that the one that is ” found” has no likeness or familiarity with the one that was lost. The two have never met. 

Interesting to me is the idea that I underwent this process many times and seemingly continue it now. Falling further and further down the rabbit hole, I see no end. The light at the end of the tunnel comes and goes as another tunnel appears, each time thinking; if life is a journey this must be the destination. 

On the spiritual search a mystic writes: better not to begin, once begun better finish. The initiate has no idea what he is getting into as his egoic constructs are broken down one belief at a time and in a few cases all at once. I’ve heard many stories both ways. I had hoped to get it over all at once but have come to see that even when that happens the consciousness frequently spends and equal number of years researching just what in Heavens name happened (Eckhart Tolle). Purity is not confined, therefore he is forced to find the ideas and words to attempt to communicate it to the others he now feels bound to assist. (Plato’s allegory of the cave). He finds himself in a completely new Heaven and a new Earth. I find that I am never alone in this new dimension, however it can get a little uncomfortable at first. Looking forward looking back I see that I had wandered into ” It” several times on my search, discarding “It” as nothing meaningful. Here we find the value in discovering what is the same and what is different. They must be seperated- what’s real and what’s not. This can be very simple but hard to do. If it’s not eternal it’s not real, that’s simple but just try to unwind what you call your life from that perspective. There will be much nashing of teeth! One can feel like he is losing or giving up a piece of himself each day- indeed he is. Very frightful! Once he sees that the giving up of nothing is no sacrifice he might relax a little. He gives little by little of himself. One day he says enough, I quit. Too late. He looks around for the pieces of himself he gave away- they are no longer. There is no going back. Better not to begin, once begun better finish- the dismanteling. 

I know this; all that arises passes away. I also see that the consciousness must come to the conclusion that he is a prisoner of his own beliefs, otherwise he will never consider an escape necessary or even possible. If I were the uninitiated reading this I would ask; where is there to go, escape from what, to what or whom am I a prisoner. ” Yes”, I would reply, now your on to it. 

When Buddha wrote:

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand (outside) battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels nor Demond, heaven nor hell.

What could he possibly have meant ” conquer yourself”.  

 Let me pose another question for your consideration. Where is this, where are you? What city are you in? Where is that? Where is that state? Where is that country, where is that continent? Where is that continent? Where is that earth? Where is the solar system? Where is the Milky Way Galaxy? You can’t even tell me where you are. This is the beginning of your quest. Where the fuck am I, how did I get here, who am I, where am I going, what is the meaning of this? On the other hand, maybe it’s better not to ask; just do it, be happy, have no fear. How far from home does one need to go to find his way home? What is the sound of one hand clapping? Who is the you that could be lost? Who is the self that has convinced himself that he is another- seperated one – and seperated from what reality. What apparent entity has made the illusive reality that you live in and where else is there to go. We travel but in dreams my brother. Realities can be exchanged by changing our beliefs, our values. Entirely new worlds can be experienced, if only we would stop, look and consider the possibilities. There ARE many mansions awaiting you not in the future but now.  

Richard Alpert
 We ALL find what we are seeking because it is a law of the Universe. Seek and ye shall find, knock and the door will be opened, as above so below, as within so without. Why? Because this place is all potential. Each seeker cannot but find what it is he is seeking because every sought item has an opposite answer. There are no problems only solutions. What we define as problems and answers are always evident in pairs- they exist together. They cannot exist apart, they would not be whole and this place, this dimension we are in is total, complete and whole. Is this a a Theosophy? One way to find out- believe it and try it on for size. These ideas must be born in your mind. Know you not Nicodemus you must be born again. Nicodemus ask: how am I to crawl back into thy mothers womb to be born again. Jesus states: what is born of water is water, what is born of spirit is spirit. 

Picture yourSelf standing where you now actually ARE. In Nirvana standing side by side with all of the ascended spiritual masters, which are all actually one with YOU. Looking down from there what advice would you give self that thinks he is here. I would think of that advice to be; go in Peace, Love and the joy of being. Love what is! If the ascended masters or God Itself where to look through your eyes what would He see but perfection. No pas or future would reasonably only see perfection. The past can only be remembered, the future but imagined. Now see as God sees.

If that’s to much to ask go and undergo your crucifixion and resurrection  into the Spirit of the One mind. 

 Where the River meets the Ocean and the Ocean meets the sky- you will find me there.