Sunday, December 31, 2006
"You can bet your ass
I won't go quietly
makin' a noise in this world
you can bet your ass I won't go quietly"
Robbie Roberston in
Contact From The Underworld of RedBoy.
James Brown: RIP.
I used to party a little with James Brown back in Columbus Ohio just before and after the Vietnam war. All the best R and B and Soul singers would come to Columbus and usually there was a party afterwards. I always went with several beautiful girls, so it was easy to get an invite to the afterwards parties.
I also spent a lot of my childhood, and a few adult years, in Augusta Georgia. James Brown is the best thing to ever happen to Augusta. It is also a city know for the masters golf tournament, but no one I know in the real world cares much about that. I had an affair with a married woman who lived at the augusta country club, so that part was fun. I used to sneak across the greens in the middle of the night to see her. James Brown was very influential in my teenage years, he was very popular and always put on a very dynamic and powerful concert. It was in fact nothing short of amazing. Augusta Georgia is a very racist city, then and now. Though there are many black families in this region, their economic and social opportunities remain in a sorry state. I was proud to be in a generation that tried to break through these racial divides and being with James Brown was a great experience.
I am glad in these days that I no longer live in the USA. The racism and intolerance is still a gigantic problem in nearly every community. The fundamentalist agenda of george Bush (both of them) is a disgrace to humanity, a disservice to honor and trust. The new fundamentalist christian attiudes of the usa are archaic and out of place in this world. It is with great disgust that I listen to what I call the "talking toilets" of fundamentalist christian thinking. It seems as if we are trying to bring back the middle ages and in general the intellectual and social atmosphere of the USA has become reactionary, negative and hateful.
Sometimes looking at amerika I think the terrorists have won. One stated goal of so-called terrorism is to make everyone afraid, to disrupt so-called normal society and that is certainly the case in the USA in these days. George Bush is a coward (maybe it is not his fault) and the entire network of loony, paranoid fools who elected him have done nothing so much as destroy the goodwill and trust which amerika might otherwise have in these days. here in Italy amerika is a joke, an embarassment....and this is true not only for its politics but for its low-quality products, its racist attitudes and its cold, unfriendly people, its horrible violent and empty films. Only American Music survives in the goodwill of the international community.
One needs only to visit a typical american indian reservation to see how little progress and how negative these policies are in this country called America. Or drive through New orleans sometime.
James Brown showed all of us how to triumph over the darkness of hatred, fear and racism. He showed us all how to make money and have a good life from following our own dreams and refusing at all costs to be beaten down by your enemies. He went to prison, he faced insanne racist business and political leaders and through it all had an indomitable soul and was a great performer. His music was greater than music; it was a revelation of resistance to the ugly soul of white amerika. He was black and I am proud.....
31 December 2006
Posted by SacredPipe at 14:07
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
(Each one could hold a sacred object through the night)
I have gone across the sky
To wake up dreaming
Inside corn woman’s eye
My whole body vibrates
I was there long ago
A seed in her sacred belly
In her sacred heart
In her sacred earth
My breath lay inside her
The old ones dreamed answers....
Posted by SacredPipe at 00:17
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
December 22, 2006
1:22:32 2006 CET (am)
36 N 50 (Pantelleria)
Where is the sacred earth? What time is it inside your soul?
What is the difference between sand and stone
I see the mark of the wind in the sea when i look out
my front door. I take off my clothing and my shoes
and stand by the sacred fire and listen to the wind in my hair
and listen to the earth talk to the bottom of my feet...........
the sun goes south then it goes north
then it repeats this again and again.
Ancient people went to great lengths to understand this moment.
Every ancestor of Every Person.
Hold me tight. Hold me all night.
I do not remember everything
I am not sure why I came here
and the pain awakens our sacred souls
and we remember things we never really knew.
Winter Solstice 2006
Posted by SacredPipe at 17:08
Thursday, December 07, 2006
(Vicinity of the Full Moon)
Six women come for diner and a discussion on the possibility of setting up a Moon Lodge for the purification and ritual education of and for the women. tribal Culture has produced a powerful, clean and effective ceremonial method of bringing power to the dream, power to the awakening and power to the sacred women. In the night they were holding Eagle Feathers and finding out what PHASE of the MOON they were born under.......it was awesome.....
(Earlier that day)
The wine of Ernest Hemigway, when he was in Italy was this wine. We sipped the wine and discovered new friends with deeper layers and more than one sde. Life shows you surprises and this week we had many surprises. One night diner with cients and the next diner with friends. Invitations to work in Milano and reservations from Sicilians to come to this space and make some meditations and studies with this sacred. The table is sacred space but the topic is also sacred space, so this goes very well with the wine.
Earlier still that day.... I sit in the sweet sunlight and carve new handles for several of the rattles. The rattles are like keys to something. They are old indian things and have a method to them that is not understood or suspected by modern people. Even so far away I feel the spirits and souls of the old indians....and in so doing work more slowly and remember to be myself. I have felt them very strongly in these recent days.
Music in the winter. We all have started trading music. Everyone wants a few american indian music collections, so I am constantly burning cd's on the new mac book pro. It is very curious, to me, that American music is very popular in Italy and here as well. About 95% of our music is American. Jazz and Blues more than rock, but some old solid rock and roll shows up at the oddest moments.
Tonight for the evening meal we eat fresh mushrooms which Silvia gathered from the forests on Mount Gebeli today after her work.Fresh mushrooms and fresh fish.
Island news is not so dramatic as world news...at least not in these days. Today the sacred space was and is alive and well. The fire pit for the new sweat lodge has almost been finished; finished digging it out of the volcanic stone and dirt of this place. It took a long time, but also we were not in a hurry and make this work slowly and thoughfully....it is the creation of a new sacred space inside a catholic culture on an ancient island that has known many cultures. The old arabic ppeoples called Pantelleria the Black Pearl of the Orient.
I left behind the world and the people that I know to find this place, to make this sacred work and learn new things. The sacred needs to be tangible for the people so we have it right here on the earth.
Posted by SacredPipe at 11:42
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