The world journey of a Sacred Pipe || World Journey of the Four Directions Unity Bundle || Turtle Heart, teacher, ceremonial student and artist, educated by elders of many tribes; this is the lifelong work of a keeper of a Sacred Tribal Bundle. The Home of this Sacred Pipe is on Pantelleria, a small island in the Mediterranean Sea. The work is done through invitations from communities around the world. A ceremony for the ancient future.
At the end of the article is the last email I sent to Steve Jobs, this last August.
So much emotion being expressed and felt by so many people. A very unusual thing.
Two days later I still feel a strong emotion myself.
Some years ago I was struggling near the region of Death Valley, to develop what was the first American Indian WWW presence, in the world. My work caught the eye of a field representative for Apple and he paid me a visit. After it was over, Apple donated a state of the art laptop and color scanner to my project, which really took off.
In return I did a large stone sculpture which was for some years in the lobby of the Apple Regional HQ in Santa Monica. A view of it is in the photo above.
He once said, "It is more fun to be a pirate than to be a sailor"....this spirit is one we shared, at least until the iphone came out.
Steve Jobs passed away. I think millions of people around the world feel closer to death. He was a King of the Golden Tower and also its Shining Prince.
He fell down for medical reasons at an early age, though he had every medical opportunity at state of the art levels. One by one and all each within themselves pass through this death. Many flavors but only one bone.
I exchanged a few emails with Jobs. I did not save them. Or publish them online as some people did. One on a Christmas eve and he answered me on Christmas day. I think he became bored with computers and the innovations he could have made to laptops and desktops is now probably lost in the void as he brought his passion into the little mobile devices and also developed an odd preference for severe controls. In what feels like a darkside move to me, he managed to get a piece of every telephone call people make with his phones. Why should the hardware developer get paid for this reason? Of course it deposited a massive amount of cash into their basket, and if that is the only argument in its favor, then his spirit has a wound much like the one which captured his body. The control thing, at its root, is an evil precedent. I have always thought it was great that for every control move Apple made, hackers broke it, and will continue to break it; as they should. Jobs started out more as a hacker of technology than a conformist to it. The closure of the open aspect, for me, is a long shadow. I can appreciate the devilish cleverness of the scheme; it cracks a smile out of me. I guess he had earned the bones for a few “fuck you’s” here and there. I am not optimistic the crew he left behind can do the job, no pun intended. He was building a new home for his family. Submitted the designs for a new home for his vision of Apple. Both controversial and unique projects of their own. He really liked really fine glass. No one has paid much attention, in the media, to all the patented, clever, relentless things he has done with glass. A grand dragon and a sweet provider.
If it were not for Steve Jobs we would all be using ms-dos. Even now. Microsoft copied Apple to produce the so-called "windows" operating system invented by Apple. Just think how that would be?
My dear man, we hardly knew ye.......
My last email to Steve Jobs, back in August 2011
Dear Mr Steve Jobs….
The period just before you came back to Apple I made a long ceremony
in the California desert with an Apple employee named Richard Schlien (or Klien)
a field supporter at Ridgecrest California…..
we went to a sacred place of the Shoshone
and I made a long ceremony with sacred pipe to take
care of Apple and to bring you back
it was a great ceremony in the California Desert
at the China Lake Naval Air Warfare Center…..a place where thousands of years
ago our ancestors made multimedia messages in the stone called petroglyphs
I am a principal keeper of ceremonies
and some of us old indians have held you in our medicine
we still do
even though you did not do shit for us
you are a great character
the old Indians would call you a jesa-kid, a man
who does healing by juggling light
a very honored profession at one time.
Our ancient hardware and software works as well as yours…
and we worked it that day, all day
and feasted together after
With a 540c traded from your Santa Monica office for a big sculpture for the lobby
(did you ever see my big sculpture in your lobby?)
I became the first American Indian in the world to make
an American Indian web site, from the middle of nowhere.
You read some of my emails. I hope you read this one
and it sinks in somewhere that a pricipal pipe of the ancient
way of the Ojibwe American Indians went to work for you
and remains nearby
you have a soul
so you might be able to accept that there is something there
something you can use
the best thing you ever did was stay in your skin
and trust your bones
and keep your silence
and pass quietly through a wall of iron
and you somehow managed
to take most of the world with you
I am the old Indian that
wakes you up once in a while from that restless journey