As I stared into the fire last night a sense of harmony came to visit my soul.
There is nowhere to go, there is nothing to do, nothing to achieve,
- all that is wise is to be open to receive.
I could see the "predatory nature" living inside me and without learning how to be,
I could never truly be free.
Pushing my will, constantly attempting this and that, trying to wrestle and conquest life…
but when would I allow myself to listen,… to be open to receive, getting instruction from life itself.
Amongt this people and the atmosphere that surrounds their way…I could not help to think…
Was I to busy trying and doing ?... fearing that I may not be enough, living from fear and lack.
Why are so many with me afraid to really receive...
As I white man “I had so much more” then the red man, but with no relationship to ceremony and their way of life infused with spirit, I felt like the poor one amongst them.
White man is afraid I thought, he is suffering even though he has accumulated so much.
Fear eats away on his soul.
He does not know hes creator, therefore he has made himself into a creator longing to know himself and the Creator.
But without an open heart, we may never know ourselves and our Creator…
And no matter how much we try to know our self through our minds grandiose schemes…
our reality will be just that…a grandiose scheme…our soul hearts knowing buried alive through tons of belief systems and information.
We may think red man is lost, looking at his current affairs and circumstances, but as we look deeper we see and recognize that we are the lost ones…desperately in need of guidance and comfort for the soul.
We place money and technology on our altars and neglect our own nature within and the nature without. We celebrate science before our own hearts knowing.
But what happens with our self-respect as we neglect our great mother underneath that unconditionally gives and share her bounty?
Thirsty for our souls, we have learned to live thirsty and made it manageable.
We fill our lives with everything, except that which can cleanse our thirst.
The cleansing rejuvenating waters of ceremony and this way of life embracing the spirit in all things has escaped our awareness…and by doing so…we are lost without even knowing we are lost.
They say that when you walk through the desert without water to long you begin to hallucinate.
Without the sacred waters of life, and spirit, our flickering illusions is all that we can hang on to.
They give us comfort we think, but another hallucination and illusion will not meet our aching hearts desire for truth.
They will bring us more suffering, - and I cant help to think, surrounded by all this, that this way of ceremony and appreciation of each other and all things is what truly will cleanse our thirst.
Just like an addict that will be challenged giving up his addictions, we as white men must dare to give up our illusions.
By cleansing our perception and detoxifying all that have been poising our souls, we might have a slight chance o meeting ourselves and the creator waiting on the other side of our own desert.
Inside the sacred circle there is room for love, prayer, wisdom and the celebration of life,
but for those of us clouded by ignorance we will shield ourselves from its blessings.
If our hearts and minds are closed we find ourselves blinded by darkness, a darkness so thick we may not even recognize that we are in it.
Until we do, we are forever struggling in the dark.
There is a field of awareness. A field of silence. A field of listening that surrounds this people. They feed spirit, by acknowledging spirit in all things, and they create a relationship by doing so. The sacred black hills are majestic in their own right but as we recognize this through ceremony and appreciation they seem to emanate another layer of sacred glow. Maybe it is this relationship that the natives take honor in protecting, cause without it, we as humanity have lost our way.
All the races are represented in the sacred circle said one of the elders with voice that seemed to echo in eternity. They Yellow, The Black, The Red, and The White.
Crazy Horse had a vision as he journeyed up here through the sacred black hills the elder continued.
He saw all the tribes of the earth dancing celebrating life together in the sacred circle except from the white man.
The white man was crying, standing outside the sacred circle. Crazy Horse asked creator, why is white man crying and unwilling to joining us.
Creator answered ;- its up to you Red Man to invite him.
Crazy horse had lead his people well but now he’s own strength and leadership was hurting them because there was no real choices left to take.
He’s people were starving and he was pressured to negotiate with the people that had caused his people so much harm, and told so many lies.
As impossible as it must have been then, he decided maybe inspired by this vision to surrender to the white mans demands for the sake of his people
I would imagine he would be the last to surrender but thinking of his people he did hope that maybe…
Just maybe this would be a lesser of the evil and a sanctuary for his people would be granted.
In captivity he was back-stabbed from behind by some meaningless coward.
But his legacy lives on and a monument 10 times greater that Mount Rushmore is being constructed in South Dakota to his honor.
Sometimes the cowards and fearful ones win the battle.
But they have to live with themselves and that may be there curse.
Crazy Horse spirits cannot be crushed. It will life forever.
But the cowards, men with no honor, no dignity, no self respect, no reverence for life, themselves or another will fade away as fast as a footprint on a beach…and when they have lured themselves to the top, through deceit, dishonor and manipulation…they will fall on their own sword.
There tower of false power will crumble…as greed and ignorance eats them alive.
No matter how great they have made themselves to be.
If there is no honor, there is no way.
If there is no reverence, there is no love.
If there is no respect, there is no meaning.
And if there is no wisdom, dignity and self-knowledge…
There is no life worth talking about.
I have spoken.
Infused by the Black Hills of South Dakota, Sundance 2013