Saturday, December 21, 2013
©2013 Turtle Heart. Eagle of Pantelleria flying
over the house 2 days ago...1 of 10 Eagles
living now on the island...
audio (ceremonial song at the solstice, 6:11 PM CET
an old indian
watches the sun set at the edge of the sea
as the bright moon carries up the new season
an open gate between
the light and the shadow of time
crying out, there is a song
he found carried on the wind
holding a simple feather
his dream turns to gold
as the world fills up with silence
my old friend and I…
the rain and the moon
the sea and the mountain
the dream and the shadow
of one season after another
we have found in just a moment
a song coming up from our spirits
our eye on what is in front of us
as winter rises
as the sun sets
my heart turns in a circle like this
and far away I feel you near
far away, right next to me
the dream we share
Solstice Of Winter Twenty Thirteen
Pantelleria Island Italy
Posted by SacredPipe at 23:03
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Nelson Mandela was the gandson, the son of an African Tribal Chief.
At his imprisonment he wore tribal colors and a ceremonial dressing.
Wile he was impecably dressed in fine suits, some of us remember that it was a Tribal Elder who passed away, who was heard by and impacted the known world.
It was Tribal Drumming and Tribal Singing that sent him home. It was in Tribal Languages that he was parised before the assembled world community.
The roots, imprint, and moral code of nelson Mandela came from his association with his Tribal Culture, Prayres, Songs, ceremonies and Drums.
Almost no one will pay attention to this fact.
Let it be known for the record that it was noted here.
Nagamowin Gashk'ewizi || Turtle Heart
Ahnishinabek Carrier of the Four Directions Unity Bundle
Posted by SacredPipe at 15:17
On November 16 and 17 of this year, I joined with eight other people to make another in a continuing series of ceremonies I am making here in Italy and also around in the World.
This is approaching the tenth year I have been making ceremonies at this location in Parabiago, Italy. I have been working these years with one family, Carlo Raimondi and his wife Dott. Paola Panzeri (and their four children). Together we have become a family.
At one time we were doing this 2 to 4 times each year. Now my health prevents me from doing this work so often, much to my disappointment. It is always a great experience to be together with students of the mystery life. Instead of talking about politics or movies or sports, we get together for about 30 hours and talk about the mysteries of our souls, how to find healing, how to live a strong life and walk in Beauty. It is a very empowering way to spend time together.
Italians are great masters of social occasions. Everyone here is friendly. There is a long historic tradition of meeting together, eating together. We have there a big table where we can not only talk comfortably, we can also share great meals where everyone works together to enjoy the food, the companionship and the great work. My friends this time were very interested in knowing why and how the American Indians have used these kinds of ceremonies to advance their lives on this earth.
|©2013. Making Tobacco Ties|
Many American Indians are reluctant to share such records. There is concern that misguided people will abuse the information. To my mind, there is always a danger that any information can be misunderstood, or taken out of false context by critics, or simply get lost in translation. However, the effort to make a good record on the ceremonies and spiritual practices of American Indians is, to my mind, very important work. There is so much bad information out in the world about who the American Indians are and what their knowledge systems are like. It is very discouraging. It is partly because of the prevalence of so much bad information that many American Indians are against public records of ceremony. Having said that, I am comfortable with this record of my work and hope that students of the mystery life, students of history and culture, will find some value in this record.
We had several ceremonies around the little Morning Tobacco Fire. We kept this little sacred fire burning from the time the first person arrived until the last person left the grounds. This sacred fire is the root or foundation upon which all the rest of the ceremony is built. It will be the subject of a future discussion and public record. After these openeing meditations with sacred fire, I talked with everyone about the sweat lodge we would be sharing later in the evening.
The Sweat Lodge Ceremony
The Sweat Lodge, an ancient, intense and highly effective ceremony that uses the four elements and group energy to purify, reboot and empower human beings.
Posted by SacredPipe at 12:12
Friday, December 06, 2013
A word from the heart.
I am an American Indian. A Democrat.
I was a soldier in Vietnam.
My father was an Ojibway American Indian.
My mother from Wales. I am a child of
Mixed racial marriage. Every day in America
I paid for their love.
I had to suffer the judgement of American Indians
For my white blood
I had to suffer the judgement of my American
For my “Indian” blood.
As a child I was broken and beaten and cursed
By both sides
At home nowhere
I could pass for “white” and sometimes I did.
But my bones and my breath and my heart
Has always been with the Old Indians.
I aways wondered what could I do
All by myself
To change things, or just to survive
And have a normal life somewhere.
Mandela has shown all of us how to
Change the world
By standing in your skin
Standing in the truth
And never giving up
Even when he was alone for decades
On a dirt floor
One visitor each year
For 30 minutes
He showed all of us the absolute power
And smile in your heart and soul when you do it
He showed the whole earth Something
About the Power of The One
One Sacred Silence
In the heart of madness and rage and hatred
Politics….Apartness they called it
And today I felt that life
And I wept for what he did
I wept for what I never did
Not knowing how or where
And I found my heart
Watching South African People
Dancing to the drums
Of South Africa
Dancing to celebrate the life of Nelson Mandela
Dancing to Remember
Where we have all been
And how far we have to go
He showed us how to never stop
Yes. Cry Freedom.
Yes. Cry for what you never did
Even when you could
And you did not
Yes Cry for what is lost
Yes Cry for what has been gained
Believe we can finish the long journey
Believe we can understand
Believe we can overcome
Believe in yourself
Believe in me
Believe in the future
And believe in our children
What time and lies and politics
And spin and special interests
And selfishness have stolen from us all
And measure all our failures against the loss
Of one man,
Posted by SacredPipe at 11:54
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