Native American

Meditation of the swift soul, fast heartbeat, tired feet trekking through a wondrous wilderness

My foremothers

and forefathers knew as I do of the highest—of powers.

The omnipresence of a higher consciousness—found only in love or andestagōnwa, and unity—the celestial sphere collides with the spiritual realm.

Good vs Evil: the battle between the human flesh and its celestial being forever rages within Wombman and Man and all their  many offspring.

My life will be afflicted

with pains and grievance

should I so choose to partake in the evils of my lower self—my ever-parishing flesh.

But these thoughts,

words

and actions today

in these happenings will yield to I in this life and in the next all that my heart desires should my intention be for the good and love of myself, my brethren and my sistren, and the earth to which I am forever domicile. (more…)

Vibrations don’t dance to the rhythm of soundlessness …

A nation of people are only as dead as their language.

Growing up my family never spoke our native languages. To be quite honest, we hadn’t set aside very much time to revisit our family’s archives and find the value in our rich heritage either. Aside from all of the stories and struggles passed down from generation to generation we had very few concrete facts about our lands, heritage and culture. The latter—tragic results of being native to America attending European schools for so many generations. Yet, as I grew, learned more, and revisited our history and herstory I became ever so determined to teach my future children their native heritage, culture, and language. After all, each of us is the master of his or her own ship or destiny. It is my duty, like many who share this generation with me, to help recover, reclaim, reestablish and restore the heritage, the culture and the balance for future generations now and forever to come. (more…)