Month: August 2016

Grandmothers Counsel The World.

Author: Carol Schaefer.

Aho mitakuyepi,

Aho mitakuye oyasin.

So what’s my problem with the world today? Let’s have look shall we?

I’ve been reading a book recently, that has given me a very powerful insight to what some very powerful women have to say about this planet, and what we need to do.

This book is about thirteen indigenous grandmothers, who have very deep concern this planet. Their concerns cover the destruction of our one and only life supporting Mother Earth, the wars around the world with the atrocities that come with war, the endless supply of poverty, a culture of materialism, the epidemics threatening the health of our human species, and the possible destruction of indigenous ways of life.

The International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers, tells of our ancestral ways of prayer, peacemaking, and healing, and how it’s so important to keep these traditional teachings alive in todays needs. This is a time of uncertainty for our very own future, and if we don’t act now to preserve what we have, we are going to lose everything through the actions of a few of the corporate and political devastation cast upon us. This being so, it’s our responsibility to make the changes required for a better life, a better environment, and better sustainability for our Mother Earth, in her providing for the next seven generations, and all following generations to live in a place they call home.

A book I can recommend worthy of reading, for those of us caring for our Mother Earth, and all her inhabitants. If you come across it, read it. It’s given me plenty of information to use as a platform, in writing up a post about what’s going on around me, with serious concerns to our planet.

We really do need to take action against the threats of the serious problems we are facing today.

Ho! Mitakuye oyasin. Hecetu welo!

Wakan tanka kici un.

Toksa ache wanchiyankin kte.

All my relations, it is indeed so!

May the Great Spirit bless you.

I will see you again eventually.

 

Stake your claim to enter a place so forbidding,

Then the outcome be of your own dare,

For what you see may not bring what is expected to be!

Feel reality so cold and dark inside,

Behind entities portal so far from reach,

A doorway longing to be opened from the outside,

Yet no key to turn the lock.

 

Here one makes their final stand,

Under cold falling rains,

With every passing hour of question,

Is there life beyond,

To be set free from the infliction of pain and misery?

 

Welcome to the world of the infidel,

Trapped inside intoxications creation of a crazy dream,

Maybe someday they’ll come to take you home.

 

Under skies of a blood red moon,

On a winters’ night,

The flow of ice cold air crawls slow and thick through your marrow,

One’s sanity fighting against the wind and rain beating strongly,

Entwined with sounds of hells thunder and lightning,

Drowning out all other forms of sound and outward appearance,

Now cloaked in possession of a blackened darkness.

Where no other soul heeds the crying calls,

Only yourself, still unable to perceive the screams of your silent pleas.

 

There on sodden foundations you lay yourself down,

As loneliness seeps into your soul.

Sightly trails from your eyes show stained tracks of bleeding tears,

While shaking hands hold a cracked heart.

Slowly lifes’ remains ebb away.

 

A legend is dying,

The fight has been lost.

Hear the fife play lowly an ode,

To this prisoner within a crazy dream.

 

Maybe in time,

They’ll come,

To take me home.

 

Been a wee while since I last posted up. have been seriously busy at work, and my involvement in political and private matters.

Been gathering info to see if the people of New Zealand can produce grounds to kick our Prime Minister out of Parliament. things are looking good so far, but still a wee way to go yet. will keep you posted as things progress.

Catch up with you all soon.

Toksa akhe wanchiyankin kte.

I will see you again eventually.