Shadows Pretending to be Light

“…secrecy is the keystone of all tyranny”

The quote above could be from any of our heroes of the past…writers, scientists, the occasional politician, artists.

At Taos Pueblo, and other tribal communities with Casino operations, there is a lot of secrecy. The money comes in one door and no one ever sees it leave. The people have nothing, being one of the poorest tribes in an otherwise affluent New Mexico economy.

In the United States Government there is a tiny, ugly little man who moves around in secret. He has made a government which ignores the Constitution and basic human rights in favor of doing the war on terrorism. He is the guy the terrorists are after, not you and me. So he hides in his secrets and all the men and women of power in the government seem powerless to stop him, or even question him. His name is dick cheney, the so-called vice president of the united states.

In your heart there is a voice which speaks the truth to you. You know it is the truth because it always asks you to do the right thing. It asks you to do what is in balance and what will bring all of us closer to awakening inside the dream we call the joy of life. You have this voice for sure. Every living organism has this voice, it is the voice of life’s longing for itself, and it always speaks the truth. It has no secrets.

In your shadow there is a voice that never says anything unless it is asking for something. More money, more sex, more clothes, more attention. It is a dark and lonely voice that has never guided you where you needed to be when you needed to be there. This voice is the hollow echo of selfishness. Selfishness is the fear of the open heart. It is a secret you keep from yourself so no one can take it away from you, even though you have lost it outside yourself already. It is a kind of illusion.

As the leaders of the country spiral downward into their secrets, the soul of the world is left dry.

Birds do not sing as much as they used to. They used to sing songs about the people and this made many great stories which lasted many generations. they say, these days, they have heard nothing new. The old songs don’t match the visuals, they say. The view has been changed.

Many of us are leaving the country now.

I believe in another familiar quotation : "Let the truth be known, though the heavens may fall..."

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