From Pantelleria to Chaco Canyon and Back Again

The ride to the United States was far from easy. After the long peace and tranquility of Pantelleria; the chaos, paranoia, security and arrogance of the United Staes fell on my soul lile a hurricane. Frozen and Fearful, the United States government and the travel venues seem frozen in time; frozen hearts, frozen spirits. American society seems to be letting the weakest elements, the most fearful elements within it, set the agenda for what will happen. I cannot afford to be so wreckless and try to build my experience on the positive flow of energies more kind and thoughful.

For two days we arrived in Chaco Canyon. Aligned. The big secret leaks out slowly about all the solar and lunar alignments of this sacred space of an ancient people. Somehow activists within the Navajo Nation have gotten them to stop calling these people "the Anasazi"...which the Navajos claim means "ancient enemy" and so they don't want people to taunt their sensitivities by using this word so the Parks Department has officially stopped using the word. Maybe the original discoverer/namer got this word from a local navajo at the time (about 1910). I think the Navajo love to posture and pose. Their gigantic long ancient creation story seems to be generally stolen from the Hopi and Ojibway tribes. They are new-comers to the heart of the desert southwest. They only arrived there about 800 years ago from ceremonial migrations.

Ceremonial Migrations: this is not a common phrase in modern language. In ancient days, for multiple generations, initiated clans and societies organized intense and long the end of these ceremonies the people divided their clans and moved in 8 directions, never to see each other again. These ceremonial migrations went on all over the Indian North America for centuries before the modern people, and modern scientists, arrived to screw things up. Instead of taking initiation and coming under the direction of our elders they just more or less killed almost everyone and stole the land on which these lives had been living in a sacred way for centuries. Let's call it a missed opportunity for all of humanity and rember that the fundamental authority for this behavior in the new world was the catolic church.

We camped out and made many songs through the night. The next day we made meditations at several of the ancient sites in Chaco and then drove back to Taos. We were there to secure and arrange for the sipping of my personal goods from Taos to Pantelleria. In Taos, like Gallup, Middle East businessmen are buying up all the indian art galleries. They have unlimited amounts of money and can stock a store with 300,000 dollars of copied american indian art in one day. They seem determined to make some sort of take-over or dominance of the american indian jewelry market. I wonder why? It seems odd. They have canged the American Indian art market forever. In their stores there are american indian made items and items exactly equal made in china, copies. Fakes is what the indian artists who owns these designs may say. These are not ethical business practices in any sense, yet this business group continues to prosper and now has a strong hold on both Santa Fe and Taos Indian Art markets. A good time to leave.

It took many days to arrange tis shipping program (and I am not even finished yet). At last we made our way back to Pantelleria. I slept for four days. It was the night of halloween and at CiCCi's Bar there was a french woman dressed as a witch.


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