Bridges Not Walls

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I leave for Mexico on Thursday afternoon.  I am heading south to play Festival de Musicoterapia, or Festival of Music Therapy.

I was in Peru this past October when the organizers reached out to invite me to participate again this year, as I did last year.  I agreed, and began preparing a concert presentation called “Medicina de la Selva,” Medicine of the Jungle, inspired by the sounds, rhythms, and energies of the Amazon rainforest from which I was in the process of receiving a deep and profound healing.

I flew home from Peru on November 8th just in time to watch Donald Trump be elected president.

It felt like a piece of my heart broke in watching that, although I have been told that our hearts never break, but instead it is the encrustations around our hearts that crack allow space for new growth and expansion.

In the grieving, fear, and rage that followed, a new mission arose clearly inside of me.  I reached out to the festival and informed them that I would be changing my presentation.  In light of my country having just elected a man to power that had spoken with such hatred and fear towards so many peoples around the planet, and towards the planet herself, and who began it all with a venomous attack towards the beautiful people of Mexico, it was no longer appropriate for me to arrive as a guest in their land and make the offering I had been preparing. A new responsibility had arisen.

And so was born “Puentes y No Muros,” or “Bridges Not Walls.”

I am embarking on this trip as an ambassador of my people.  As a White, American man, I am going forth as an ambassador of peace and kinship, with a prayer of apology.  I go to say that I am so sorry for the unwellness of my people, and for the ways that our unwellness has hurt them and continues to seek to do harm.  I go to ask for forgiveness, and to recommit myself to being a bridge in this world between peoples and cultures and ideas, a passageway through man-made divisions and boundaries and separations, into a space of unification and oneness.

When I told my father of my intentions, he told me, “Make sure they know that there are many, many of us whose values and hearts and minds are not represented by our government.”

As I prepare for this trip, I am tending the garden of my own mind, heart, and body.  I am pulling away from the constant bombardment of more fear and tension provided through all forms of media.  There is a difference between being informed and aware, and being toxified and incapacitated by a perpetual feeding of the us vs. them war mindset, be it between our country and others or between the different ideologies at play in our own political arena.  What we engage in and consume in terms of information and media is voluntary, and I cannot do what I came here to Earth to do, and I cannot fulfill my mission with this trip, if I allow myself to be put and kept in a state of tension and unrest.  An angry person, an angry people, an angry generation, can never create an era of peace.  We must find a calmness in the center of the storm, not to hide or pretend or ignore, but to be fully in the apex of our own power.  And from that calm space, we can allow our actions of revolution and resistance to flow more efficiently and potently than they can when we are in the constriction of grief and rage.

So southward I will fly, a songbird of the Northeastern Woodlands of North America.  I will carry my drum and guitar, and sounds and vibrations of forgiveness and accountability.  I will carry water and allow myself to be a vessel for her healing and renewal.  I will carry sacred tobacco with which to offer a prayer for my people, for the people of Mexico, and all beings with whom we share this Earth.  And I will carry love and humility, the only tools capable of dismantling the weapons of Empire and sowing new seeds for the future.

Send your prayers with me so that they may carry me safely and swiftly through the skies, and I will offer my voice for all who wish to create a new world of fierce compassion and awareness of the radical interconnectedness of all Life.

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At last year’s festival in Tepotzlan

Through the Cracks

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“There’s a crack in everything.  That’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen

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Upstate NY

December 7, 2016

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A fresh, crisp cold air has entered the scene.

Snowfall this week.

Lots of brightness.

White light.

The darkness has been thick lately.

The cold air and clean snow feel right.

My heart is beating: North Dakota,

North Dakota,

North Dakota.

Standing Rock, thank you so much.

I needed you.

We needed you.

WE NEED YOU.

Oceti Sakowin Sioux people, we need you.

Lakota Nation, we need you.

First Nations, we need you.

Thank you for reminding us

what true power is.

For reminding us again

that revolution works.

Prayer works.

Nonviolence works.

Courage and tenacity work

and are required.

We need to remember this, for doing so is our greatest power.

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“Protect the Sacred” by Aaron Glasson

Watching Standing Rock through the windows of the internet

seeing mythology enacted

a mind-in-decolonization cries out,

“Right the wrong!

Right the wrong!

Right the wrong!”

Time folds upon itself and the past is present

the present is past

and we are demanding a new FUTURE.

Old wounds never addressed

are opening

and infection is being purged out.

 

The body is healing itself.

 

We are the body.

 

 

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Earlier this week, the Obama administration denied Dakota Access permission to complete their pipeline which they have forced through indigenous land,

because people showed up, stood in the way, in prayer, celebrating the truest of true gospels:

WATER IS LIFE!

And they refused to be moved,

and they continue to do so in the face of unrelenting corporate aggression.

The true warrior way has been accepted on the front lines:

“You can beat me

even kill me

but still I will remain

unmoved

and a hundred more will come and stand in my name

For my name is Water

and I am Life.”

This is the courage being asked of all of us now as we move into a time of understanding that we are all the front lines,

there is nowhere left to hide from the fight,

and as more and more join together to affirm and acknowledge our shared original lineage to Mother Water and Mother Earth,

and we know that humanity has won a battle here.

 

Brief?  Surely.

But a moment of triumph nonetheless.

A flash of light.

 

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We live in a war-torn world

with war-torn bodies

and war-torn minds.

This is our civilization’s most consistent tradition.

 

John & Yoko were right:

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Well, we want it.

And we are getting it.

Battles lie ahead,

with surely greater costs,

and yet, we find ourselves entering into a period of culmination,

the apex epoch of the single, continuous war that has ravaged the human species for millennia, by which all struggles, battles, and conflicts have been encompassed.

This is no traditional fight over territory;

this is no traditional fight between different peoples with different ideas,

and nor is this a battle that can be won with fists or swords or arrows or guns or bombs.

No.  This new time is laying bare the unresolved sickness in the foundation of our civilization, and what is resulting is the fight for the inherent right of the planet for ALL territory to be well, to be free, and to be shared equally and stewarded collectively with great reverence, love, and wisdom.

This is the fight for the heart of humanity,

for all beings to have the possibility of thriving, with clean water and fertile soil and pure air,

to have safety with which to create life, family, art, beauty, and peace,

and to be truly free

no longer operating under imposed and false illusions of freedom.

 

This is a war that has been waged against the Earth.

This is a war that has been waged against each other.

This is a war that has been waged against our own selves.

Warfare is an internal state of being that is mirrored and manifested into the outer realms.

 

And so is Peace.

 

As we walk through this new time,

with the task of embodying and enacting peace on this planet,

more humility, courage, compassion and caliber is needed than ever before,

for now, it is no longer only men and our ideas marching into war,

as if that were not bloody and perverse enough.

No, now, our brilliance and innovation has been used for dark magics and we have manifested true beasts of Empire to join in the fight.

 

These beasts, or corporations as we have come to know them,

are heartless, man-made Frankenstein machines

with invisible bodies

but alive nonetheless,

blown to life with the breath of nonpresence and disease

and powered with the life force of sleeping men.

These beasts are now in the battlefield,

fighting on behalf of the part of ourselves that knows only destruction,

 

and we are required to meet them

face to face

and stand unmoved.

 

One carries poison.

One carries medicine.

 

Each human heart contains a medicine made potent through countless generations of protection and preservation and fortification.

Now is the time to trust these medicines.

This is the moment for which they have been made.

 

We,

the Shambala Warriors,

the Medicine People,

the Keepers of the Light,

the Bastard Children of the Empire,

the 7th Generation of Indigenous bloodlines that withstood colonization,

the descendants of the enslaved and the enslavers alike,

joined by those that have gone before,

and those that are yet to come,

we, from all walks and paths and lineages and nations,

unified together as an army of liberation

armed only with the weapons of fierce compassion and insight into the radical interdependence of all things

stand here with one clear mission:

to enter into the very heart of the barbarian powers

those that lie externally

and those that lie within

and dismantle the weapons.

 

 

 

Armies stand guard to protect the Empire,

seeking to keep us from reaching the heart at all costs.

Our message to these forces is clear:

 

“We carry medicine that the Earth herself has cultivated

to redeem the heart of the human people.

She cannot be stopped in her deliverance.

We are but vessels in her service.

These bodies are temporal,

this medicine is eternal.

The body will heal.

It is has been written.

And,

there is a place for you at our table

if you so choose to join.”

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Please, PLEASE do your heart and mind, and humanity as a whole, an incredible service and follow the link below to watch a group of U.S. veterans, led by Wesley Clark Jr., stand in the name of their ancestors and lineages and apologize to the First Nations for a history full of genocide and desecration.  It is one of the deepest, most profound reflections of the healing not only possible, but happening, at this intensely transformative time for the Earth and all her Beings.

Veteran Apology to First Nations

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***Some concepts in this text have been inspired by Starhawk’s book, “The Fifth Sacred Thing” and the film “Joanna Macy and the Great Turning,” both of which I enthusiastically encourage others  to seek out.

Grow the Tree Within the Machine

 

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“The Fifth Sacred Thing” by Android Jones

 

I returned home to the United States a little over two weeks ago after a 6-week journey down in the Peruvian Amazon.  It was an incredibly beautiful, difficult, and profound trip, from which I returned home renewed in mind, body, and spirit.  I now stand in deep gratitude for that fortification as this past stretch of weeks have proven to be a true challenge to and invocation of all that I acquired and practiced and developed in my time in the jungle.

I flew into NYC on the evening of November 8th to find, much to my shock and horror, that no, we would not, after 240 years, finally be electing a woman to the highest office of the land, but instead, a man with no true leadership qualities or experience whose image embodies the very worst of our people and nation: greed, arrogance, pride, hatred, fear, racism, sexism, ignorance, cruelty, disconnection from Earth, and self-centered self-obsession… namely the main characteristics of capitalism and patriarchy.

Every day since, I have tried to sit here and write something in response.  Something that could clearly articulate and express the deep emotions swelling inside me, and the countless clarities about my self and my people and my nation that have been firing off inside my mind and heart.  Something that could show solidarity with all those in deep grieving, comfort for those in fear, information for those that are confused, guidance for those enraged, understanding for those that do not understand such strong reactions to the election results, and inspiration for all of those wondering where to go from here.  Basically I wanted to write what I really wanted to hear.  But that call has proven far too big a task.  For since the night I arrived home, we have been bombarded with atrociously clear reflections of the truth of who we are as a nation and people, from a swift rise and expansion of openly expressed hatred, white supremacy, and misogyny, to the perpetuation of the deepest American shame and disease being illuminated through the courageous action of the indigenous movement of water protectors at the Standing Rock pipeline blockade and the violent and inhuman treatment of them by the government and the oil companies (as if they are separate entities).

There is a part of me that for some time now has been scrambling to desperately hold onto some sense of “nice, calm, agreeably spiritual voice of wisdom,” but as I lay in bed unable to sleep on election night, I felt that part of me shriveling away and a part of myself that I have been both calling forth, and also hiding from, finally awakening.  This part of me is not calm.  Not nice and sweet and palatable.  This part of me is the radical revolutionary, the spiritual warrior wielding Saint Michael’s flaming blue sword, and he is enraged, standing on a precipice, thunder coursing through his nervous system, screaming at the top of his lungs,

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE WE DOING?!”

How naive and blind have we been?  How comfortable in some kind of safe bubble?  The sheer fact that so many of us were shocked by Donald Trump’s election is incredibly informative. Where have we been?  What country have we been living in?  How lulled into comfortable, safe complacency and ignorance we have been by our privilege that we have been able to so greatly underestimate the power and pervasiveness of fear-bred hatred and spiritual heart disease in our nation.  Those of us that met the election with shock have some deep soul-searching to do about how out-of-tune we have been to the deep cries from our indigenous brothers and sisters and our brothers and sisters of color for centuries as they have been trampled and killed and decimated and disenfranchised, and as the Earth has been mined and poisoned and stolen and ravaged. How out-of-tune have we been with women, our sisters and mothers and daughters, as they have been raped and abused and dominated and dismissed?  For they have all been screaming out warnings to us about these poisons running through the underbelly of our culture for ages, and if we had been really listening, not only would a figure that symbolizes what Donald Trump does not win the election, but the circumstances that made it possible would have been remedied long ago.

It is no longer the time for nice, quiet dialogue.  There is a war raging on this land, and it is time to WAKE UP MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.

RISE UP, MOBILIZE, UNIFY, and face the beast of Empire head on.

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“The Beast” by Android Jones

 

Actually, no.  Let me correct myself.  A thousand yesterdays were the time for that.  There have been people on the front lines doing just that: looking the beast in the eye and refusing to yield, ever since it first reared its head ages ago.  These are whose cries and calls and pleadings for back up and reinforcements and allies to join them we have been too deaf to hear.  But it is sure as hell better late than never, and we had all better open our eyes and ears and hearts and stop waiting or hiding or shying away from the fight for peace, people, and planet, because it is more urgent and emergent and essential than ever before, and that urgency only grows.

This is not a battle that can be won without each of us that hear the call abandoning our old selfish ways of being and standing up with courage and conviction to answer it.

Rage alone cannot heal anything, and unchanneled or unexpressed, it only wreaks more havoc and destruction.  But it cannot be ignored.  It must be touched and opened and felt and expressed in order to harness it and use it to create something potent and powerful.  Otherwise it festers and depletes and poisons our system.  The morning after the election, I felt the clear call to go to the forest and scream.  A deep, primal, bellowing scream of rage and sorrow for the thousands of years of devastation upon the Earth and humanity.  I did not yield to that call, and the other night, as I was dancing at a 5Rhythms class, a modality of dance used to embody and express our inner processes, I realized that that call was not a desire.  It was a deep need, an instruction straight from my soul.  And in order for me to have access to the sheer raw power being offered to me in these times, I must listen.  And so I will.  I will find the forest to hold my screams, and I will release them, and then I will take their medicine and transform it into songs and words and actions that can serve.

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Cover art for Starhawk’s “City of Refuge,” painted by Jessica Perlstein

This is what is being called for, requested, and demanded at this time.  All creatives, artists, rebels, witches, medicine people, revolutionaries, change-makers: this is our call to action.  This is our call to cast off our complacency and comfort and dare to create with bold courage and passion.

“…I knew this was coming, and I wanted more time to prepare, and to look away and be comforted through distraction and the promise of change without struggle. There is no more looking away, the time is now, the responsibility to not collapse foregrounded above all else… We are the descendants of all those who faced this in their own times. Just as they reached out, pulled together, wove more resiliently, so shall we.  Where there is fear there is power, and it is our magical birthright to step into this fear and transform it into creative response. From Empire culture to earth cultures, we grow the tree within the machine.” -Rain Crowe

It is time to join the army of liberation that is storming the gates, and to do so with inexhaustible might.  Violence can only beget more violence, and the beast does not reside in one man or building or city or nation, but instead within the heart of each of the Empire’s children.  Meaning all of us.  So we must transcend the old ways of waging war, in which what we resist persists, and our weapons must be weapons of song and poem and word and prayer and bodies marching together in infallible strength and holy peace.  Empire/Dominator Civilization is an energy of that we must first root out in our own selves, for it is only in the doing of this that the wisdom and guidance of to how to root it out in the rest of the world can be granted.

 

We must now follow in the footsteps of the ancestors of all people:

Pray for the resiliency to walk through these dark times, together, and cultivate and protect the sacred seeds: the seeds of generations yet to come, the seeds of the plants that will nourish them, the water which is the very seed of Life itself, and the seeds of freedom, beauty, justice, harmony, love, and peace, which they will inherit and plant deeply into the Earth.

Now is our time on Earth to spread these seeds with every step and breath our life force allows, for we will continue to reap what we sow, and the seeds of Empire have borne rotten fruit.
It is time for beauty to reign.
May our prayers and dreams and visions of a free world survive the passage through time carried in the blood to our future generations.

 

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“The Fifth Sacred Thing” by dreamnectar

 

 

 

The Grandmothers Are Gathering

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For 13 years now, the International Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers has been holding, carrying, and walking behind a prophetic prayer for humanity and for the next seven generations that will walk upon the Earth.

At the end of this month, they are gathering to complete their work where they first came together to create it in 2004: the Menla Retreat Center in the Catskill mountains, the original land of the Iroquois Confederacy.

On the surface, this gathering is a healing retreat; below the surface, it is the fulfillment of a prophecy.

These women are midwives of a new time for Earth and her people.

They have answered a call to unify our species, across continents and cultures and colors and creeds,

to heal our people and planet so that peace may reign.

 

We have been so very ill.

For the countless generations now

we have been plundering the Earth

the animal kingdom

plant kingdom

insect kingdom

and our own kingdom.

We have been plundering our elders and our children.

We have been desecrating our bodies

these original temples of the sacred

our minds

these magnificent tools of creation

and the world around us

our home

our refuge

our Mother.

We have been asleep to compassion

and to peace

and our grandmothers have been watching.

 

Our grandmothers have been praying

working

protecting

loving.

 

They have been enraged

grieving

weeping

mourning.

 

And they have been remembering.

They have held the power of their wisdom and wombs, and they have remained standing in the face of it all.

The prayer of their hearts has been kept alive.

 

The International Council of 13 Indignenous Grandmothers has acknowledged that we are now approaching a precipice, and that this is the time to unleash that prayer and power.

At the pinnacle of our ignorance and division and greed and sickness,

we can see our unwellness reflected in our minds, bodies, partnerships, families, communities, nations, and civilization as a whole.

Women of this planet, it is you who are the ones that carry life within the waters of your wombs.

It is you who are the walking, talking, breathing avatars of the planet herself

and it is you who are the ultimate healers of our people.

As this council comes together for their last time in this official capacity,

we are invited to witness these women manifesting myth within the physical plane.

This work is a beacon of Light

a revelation beyond hope

that shows us the abundance of transformational healing energies that are available to human beings at this time.

We are now sick and suffering enough to be humble

and being humble is the fundamental requirement to receive.

 

These grandmothers, and all the women they represent, have carried this prayer and this work as an incredibly powerful offering of service.

They do not carry it only for their own lives

as they do not have many years left here

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Grandmother Beatrice Long Visitor Holy Dance

and in fact, one of them, Grandmother Beatrice Long Visitor Holy Dance of the Oglala Lakota Nation,

passed through death into the realms beyond earlier this year.

They are carrying this for us,

those of us that will remain here beyond their bodies.

And they are carrying it for those that have yet to come

those that are coming in through the watery gate between heaven and earth.

 

As our grandmothers gather to lay down their prayer upon the Earth

we are called to receive it.

We are called to hold it within our own hearts and minds

to carry it forth with our own bodies

with our own actions

with our own words

with our own work.

 

They have done their part in the fulfillment of the prophecy of peace on Earth;

it is now our turn to do ours.

 

All are invited, welcome, and encouraged to join us for this gathering, and you will find details of how to do that below.

But for those that cannot join in person

you, too, are needed.

You are needed to receive the prayer

the medicine

the blessings of these women.

The prayer, medicine, and blessings of their mothers and grandmothers,

of every one of our mothers and grandmothers

all the way up our bloodlines

our lineages

right to the origin place

the one well from which we have all come forth.

 

I invite and encourage all to build an altar within your homes that can serve as a portal of reception.

 

Build this altar

and then listen

and hear.

Hear the prayers for our healing

the medicine songs

and the very voice and breathe of the Earth herself.

Sit before this altar and pray prayers of thanksgiving for these women

for all womankind

these creatures that no matter what we have done to them over the course of the patriarchy

have continually welcomed us back home

cleaned us off

and nourished us

in the greatest human example of unconditional love and forgiveness.

These beings that God has sent forth to our people to carry a higher vision of humanity

a vision that speaks and lives the truths of balance

harmony

justice

beauty

and love.

 

Yes, our grandmothers and their grandmothers and their grandmothers before them have done their part.

Let us come together to say YES to doing ours

not only with words

but with the very essence of our daily lives.

May we do this for our own lives

for the life of our ancestors that dreamt us into existence

for the life of our brothers and sisters of all species and kinds that walk the Earth with us

and for those that will inherit the world we leave behind.

We say YES by making our homes an altar

and our lives a prayer

that will heal our bodies and minds

and strengthen our families and communities

and unify our nations

in order to heal our waters

heal our soils

heal our air

and heal the very beating heart at the center of Life that has continued to carry us through.

 

Here, now,we say YES.

And thank you.

 

Aho.

 

-Natavi Orion

Tribe of Dreams

www.tribeofdreams.com

Grandson of Agnes Brzezniak Kozicz and Margaret Elin O’Donnell DeSantis

Great Grandson of Phoebe Peggy Cole DeSantis and Margaret Rouleau O’Donnell

And all those whose names I do not know but are written in the codes of my DNA

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Alliance Statement of the International Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers:

October 13, 2004

We are thirteen indigenous grandmothers who came together for the first time from October 11 through October 17, 2004, in Phoenicia, New York. We gathered from the four directions in the land of the people of the Iroquois Confederacy. We come here from the Amazon rainforest, the Alaskan Tundra of North America, the great forest of the American northwest, the vast plains of North America, the highlands of central America, the Black Hills of South Dakota, the mountains of Oaxaca, the desert of the American southwest, the mountains of Tibet and Nepal and from the rainforest of Central Africa.

Affirming our relations with traditional medicine peoples and communities throughout the world, we have been brought together by a common vision to form a new global alliance.

We are the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. We have united as one. Ours is an alliance of prayer, education and healing for our Mother Earth, all Her inhabitants, all the children and for the next seven generations to come.

We are deeply concerned with the unprecedented destruction of our Mother Earth, the contamination of our air, waters and soil, the atrocities of war, the global scourge of poverty, the threat of nuclear weapons and waste, the prevailing culture of materialism, the epidemics which threaten the health of the Earth’s peoples, the exploitation of indigenous medicines, and with the destruction of indigenous ways of life.

We, the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers, believe that our ancestral ways of prayer, peacemaking and healing are vitally needed today. We come together to nurture, educate and train our children. We come together to uphold the practice of our ceremonies and affirm the right to use our plant medicines free of legal restriction. We come together to protect the lands where our peoples live and upon which our cultures depend, to safeguard the collective heritage of traditional medicines, and to defend the earth Herself. We believe that the teachings of our ancestors will light our way through an uncertain future.

We join with all those who honor the Creator, and to all who work and pray for our children, for world peace, and for the healing of our Mother Earth.

For all our relations.

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Aama Bombo – Tamang, Nepal
Agnes Pilgrim – Takelma Siletz
Beatrice Long Visitor Holy Dance – Oglala Lakota
Bernadette Rebienot – Omyene
Clara Shinobu Iura – Brazil
Julieta Casimiro – Mazatec
Margaret Behan – Cheyenne-Arapaho
Flordemayo – Mayan
Maria Alice Campos Freire – Brazil
Mona Polacca – Hopi/ Havasupai/Tewa
Rita Long Visitor Holy Dance – Oglala Lakota
Rita Pitka Blumenstein – Yup’ik
Tsering Dolma Gyaltong – Tibetan

http://www.grandmotherscouncil.org

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She has Returned

The very first time I heard Bernie Sanders speak, I knew who he was

knew the energy he was representing

knew that he was being fed from the same wellspring of evolving consciousness by which so many of us have been being fed lately on this planet.

This wellspring offers the energy of community

fellowship

kinship

unity

wellness.

It offers the energy of equality

equanimity

truth

justice.

It offers the energy of love.

 

In a civilization that values profit about all else

this energy becomes revolutionary

but it is not by nature.

By nature, this energy is evolutionary.

There is only so long that we can continue to stumble blindly upon the Earth

eating her up faster than she can feed us

and creating so much suffering for ourselves, our kin in the community of life, and our future generations.

So it is not only unsurprising,

but also necessary

and expected

that as we approach this inevitable turning point as a species

voices carrying this energy would rise louder than ever before.

 

Bernie is a prophet.

Many of us are ready for a leader like him.

Many of us have been praying for leadership like his.

But we find ourselves on a cusp in human collective consciousness

and if we really get present

and feel, intuitively, not mentally, the energy of the planet

and the energy of humanity

and the energy of this country

we will likely feel that the tipping point in this change

beyond which we no longer need war

beyond which we no longer need poverty

beyond which we no longer need violence and control

this tipping point has not fully been crossed by the whole of our people.

We are, right now, standing in the crossroads.

 

What impatient creatures we can be!

And rightfully so, as the very lives and freedom of our brothers and sisters and children are at stake.

When we get a glimpse of where we are going

we want to be there immediately.

But are we here?

Are we present for the path from past to future?

Are we NOW?

For it is from this very place that we are able to be the most potent agents of change.

 

I advocated and believed deeply in the presidency of Bernie Sanders.

And yet, it has become clear that this is not what the energy of the planet is calling forth at this time.

Not yet.

Today, it is calling forth something else.

 

Through this election process, my rage and disdain has been provoked by and directed towards Hillary Clinton, probably even more so than Donald Trump, who has been far easier for me to simply dismiss

and I have seen the same in so many of my brothers and sisters.

We all carry a deep, underlying rage for the patriarchy, this imperialist, capitalist, mysoginist, racist captivity we have been inflicting upon ourselves for 1000s of years as a species

and we all carry a disdain for those in the public sphere that appear to embody or represent it.

Many of us have come to expect and even accept seeing this in men

but seeing all of this represented in a woman-bodied human reveals this rage and disdain in a way far more provocative than seeing it represented in male-bodied leaders ever has before.

When a woman

a daughter of the same patriarchy of which we have all been born at this point

stands and reflects these energies

we hate her even more deeply than we do the men we’ve come to expect it from.

 

I am guilty of this.

And I am sorry.

Hillary Clinton, I am sorry.

Women, I am sorry.

To all my sisters and brothers, I am sorry.

 

It is now time for us to take altitude

to zoom out and see the larger picture.

What is coming to pass on this planet beneath the surface is the tipping of the scales and the rebalancing of the masculine and feminine energies which have been severely out of balance for millennia.

What is coming to pass is that a woman is going to step into the apex of power of this civilization.

And in the symbolic, archetypal dimension

this step is an unbelievably transformative, powerful, and revolutionary moment.

 

This is a medicinal moment for humanity.

 

This statement is not an ignoring of Hillary Clinton’s sins or ignorances or dangerous choices or allegiances

nor is it a free pass for her to lead without continued immense pressure from those of us she leads to make choices that honor life, peace, people, and planet

but even with all of her shadows out in the light

Hillary Clinton is holding within her body right now an apex of the return of the Feminine

a center point of the tipping of the scales back into balance on planet Earth.

 

 

We have been praying for this moment

for Her return

the return of Woman to her rightful place in the leadership council of our people.

We have been seeing this prayer being answered in all realms of our society as women have stepped into more and more roles of power

as women leaders in something like 22 nations have stepped into the helm

as countless mothers, sisters, and grandmothers have heeded the call from the Earth and stood up.

Many of us have raised a prayer and called for a grandmother to come and rebalance the scales here, too.

Well my family, she has arrived.

Love her or hate her, a grandmother has arrived and is actually positioned to lead this nation.

How have we received her?

She didn’t show up with an angelic grace

she didn’t show up carrying a lamb

she didn’t show up pure as snow

she didn’t even show up coming around the mountain riding 6 white horses.

And if she did, would she have made it this close to the gate?

No.

She showed up with blood on her hands

She showed up with battle scars

with mistakes made

with lies told

with promises broken.

 

But

she did show up.

 

And we have been turning our backs to her.

We have been scolding her.

We have been shaming her

threatening her

abusing her.

We have been hating her.

 

The Goddess has many forms.

Woman has many forms.

She has walked through 1000s of years of oppression and dominion and warfare

and she has not come out unscathed.

Not by a longshot.

But she was carried through nonetheless

and she is standing on our door

and now is our time

our opportunity

to welcome her in

with love

and warmth

and celebration.

 

And with Forgiveness.

For we, too, all have blood on our hands.

And it is only with forgiveness present that she has the opportunity to heal

and it is only with forgiveness present that we have the opportunity to heal

and together go forth and create a new world.

 

I forgive you Hillary Clinton.

I forgive you grandmother

I forgive you Woman.

I forgive you Man.

I forgive your unwellness

I forgive mine

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Madam President, Grandmother Hillary Clinton

What a time to be alive on Earth.

We have much to grieve, much to celebrate, and much work to do.

May we continue to walk behind a prayer for peace, harmony, truth, justice, and love  to reign.

 

I’m with her.

*Author’s note, added three months after original post, on the eve of the 2016 election:

To think that a woman preaching “peace, people, and planet” could ascend to the presidency of a military-industrialist corporate-oligarchy so steeped in patriarchy that no woman has held the position in its 200+ year history, before a woman that is speculated to have played just as dirty as the men and played by the secret rules of getting ahead in the system, seems truly absurd and deliriously impatient. And when the future female presidents, who actually are openly aligned with peace, people, and planet inevitable arrive, they will surely know they would not have had a chance to walk through the gates unless Hillary Clinton, or some woman just like her, had spent a lifetime being absolutely vilified and hated for being a woman reaching for the highest position in the world, and succeeding. Evidence that no woman could get even remotely this close to the Oval Office without doing every single shady thing Hillary has possibly done in her career is that she is the only woman to have gotten even remotely this close. I am wholeheartedly excited that she will win the election tomorrow, not because I have some delusion that she is going to do all the work for us of defeating the corporate, military stranglehold that our nation suffers from, or elevate our indigenous kin and brothers and sisters of color out of their systemic oppression and into their rightful place in our national family and leadership, but because it is time for women to start leading this nation, and we must start where we are, and where we are is with Hillary Clinton. May she be the first in a long, glorious string of women presidents we elect that will slowly but surely redirect our sick nation into a future of true peace, sustainability, wellness, and freedom.

May peace reign on Earth.
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Dispatch from NYC

Hello tribe!  And solstice blessings upon us all!  We have arrived in the time of bounty, full potency, vitality, might of fire!

My last blog post was in December, about a month after moving back to New York, NY.

I was back with a mission for my time in this city: assess the treasures I acquired on the road, prepare and charge the seeds I was carrying, and then go forth to find a place to plant them in the soil; a place to ground.heart field

Ground my body.  Ground my prayers. Ground my work.

For most of my last year and a half on the road, the prayer of my heart keep getting louder, and it was saying “Please find a home.  A place to rest, and from where I can quest.  A place to return to.  A place to have an altar that stays put, an anchor to hold in the center the many extensions of me and my work.”

It said, “If you plant a fruit tree in a pot, it will grow to an extent, will bear green leaves, will be beautiful.  But it will not bear fruit.  If you want your life, your relationships, your work, your prayers, to flourish, if you want to be blessed with abundant fruit, then you need to take the tree out of the pot and plant it in the earth.  Then it can grow without limitation.”

The prayer of the heart cannot be denied.  If we are not listening, we don’t realize that the things being moved around and pushed out of our life are actually blessings, are actually the answering of the heart’s prayer.  So we must listen, so we can yield and flow with Life, and be blessed with her prosperity.

I was very surprised to find Life’s response to my prayer heading me back to NYC, and a bit afraid.  I had been looking westward.  But the path eastward was open and clear and so I returned.

“Closer.  Much closer,” my heart vibrated.

The prayer was manifesting

Being born

But had not fully arrived.

hawkI spent the past 8 months in limbo between “on the road” and “off the road” as I bounced between sublet apartments in New York and took a 5 week adventure in Costa Rica.  I was more grounded than I had been in years, but still felt like I was circling, spiraling closer and closer and faster and faster to something, yet still in the air.

Life spoke again: “To open a  new chapter, the past needs to be closed.”

The final piece of my past chapter that needed to be closed was my van, Tilly the Beast, Official Tribe of Dreams Earth Rover.

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Our first photo together! 2011

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The eve of my first tour!

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I received Tilly in November of 2011, and began my quest with her December 21, 2011.  She became my shelter, my protection, my means, my healing center, my love chamber, my hideaway, my oasis, my home.  I had only planned on living in her and being on the road for one year.

We make plans and God laughs.

Parked in the Nevada desert on my trip home to NYC

Parked in the Nevada desert on my trip home to NYC, only 3 years later than planned!

 

The last of the Tilly murals

The last of the Tilly murals

Four years flew by.  And my relationship to that van and to this man that called it home evolved and changed and grew.

What had first felt like a crazy adventure

then felt like normalcy

then felt like a chrysalismoult

then felt like the skin of the serpent

needing to be shed.

I always think there is going to be this one moment where everything is one way then the next the whole table has turned in a flash and everything is different.

Sometimes it happens like that.

I’ve had a few of those moments and I am grateful.

But most of life, I find, is slower and more patient a process.

When I returned home from Costa Rica, I was ready to molt the last piece of skin from my past, and I sold Tilly.

Life had guided me yet again, telling me, “Sell the van and it will propel the cascade of change.”

And within a week of selling her, I found a home.

A home with lots of space and lots of light

With a garden

With a woodstove

A huge yard with large metal sculptures in it (the work of my artist neighbor)

Minutes to rivers and forests

Connected to a strong, good community

It is even directly next to a healing center.

I had been looking for an apartment in Brooklyn since returning from CR, and I was feeling so dispassionate.  I went for a weekend up by the Catskills to visit with friends and the magic of community worked its miracles: I came back to Brooklyn with a new home secured upstate, which I am now preparing to move into.

I was feeling, and still am as I write this, very much in the vortex of prosperity.

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Opportunities for my work began to open up almost immediately after the lease was signed.

Performing at music festivals.  Cooking sacred food for retreats.  Working with children in nature to restore harmony to Earth.  Offering live music for yoga classes.  Private sound healing work.  Death and grief support work.

Life speaks clearly.  And what it is saying now is, “Follow this abundance.  Receive this abundance.  Trust this abundance.  Trust your heart.  Trust your work.  Trust your soul’s offering.  Trust your mind.  Trust your body.  Take good care of it.  Feed it well and right.  Be disciplined in movement medicine.  Get dirty.  Grow food.  Grow medicine.  Write music from this place, with a prayer that has the chance to be rooted in the Earth.  Work from here.  Live from here.  Love from here.  From the center.”

I am yielding.

I move into my new home July 1st!

Back in December, I was in Mexico playing my first music festival and I went to the market one day.

Marketplace in Tepoztlan, Mexico , Dec '15

Marketplace in Tepoztlan, Mexico , Dec ’15

I have always loved visiting markets when traveling.  It allows me to really get a taste of a place and a people, to hear the music and smell and taste the food and see the colors and talk to the people.  On this particular day, in which I would be performing later that night, I had overlooked my usual low energy and hermit-esque feelings before a big performance.  I get very sensitive as my vessel atunes itself to receive so much and offer so much music and vibration, and I feel best when I am still and quiet beforehand.

But here I was in the middle of a Mexican street market, and it was anything but still and quiet.  And so I opened myself to receive a different kind of atunement as I walked through the crowded, vibrant, busy streets.  And as I did, a though occured to me:

“New York City is a market.  All urban centers are, really, and New York is one of the most gigantic, intense, beautiful, abundant markets on Earth.  And I want to come to the market, to play, to dance, to talk, to eat, to sell my goods and get the resources I need to acquire.  But I don’t want to sleep in the middle of the market.  I don’t want to live there.  I want to go home afterwards.  To an oasis.”

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Market minion!

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Geomancer (earth diviner)

Thank you Creator, Great Spirit, for answering this prayer.  I have an oasis, a home, a garden, and I am grateful.  I am thrilled to see just how big life can get the more I am grounded.  I am over-the-moon about the thought of being excited to come home after my many travels and adventures.  I haven’t felt that in 4 1/2 years.  I am humbled and say “YES” and “THANK YOU” for all these opportunities and platforms to do work that is from the heart and honest and purposeful and nourishing.

I am close enough to my market to be connected to the flow of energy, and far enough away to be able to let seeds grow.

When I was much younger, Paulo Coehlo, in his story “The Alchemist,” told me that “the Universe is conspiring for you.”

He was right.

May we work WITH the Universe, instead of against, and flow down the rivers of Life with grace.

 

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Indiana Jones-ing the Concrete Jungle

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After almost 4 years on the road, much of which I spent sure I would never move back here, I am officially an NYC resident once again…

We never know what we need until we need it.

My time on the road internally was about finding a better way to BE in my life than I had been BEing, and externally was largely about spreading a web, building a network, and linking communities together around shared visions and intentions.  I can say that the mission was successful in ways I could never have imagined or planned for.

It is a new time now, and a new stage of the mission is unfolding.

First, bring back the gifts acquired on the journey to the people and places from which I came, and the jewels and gems that I return carrying are largely in the form of vibrational medicine:  music.  The songs I went out on the road with have been transformed, and countless new ones have arrived; the music continues to evolve into higher frequency and potency.

To continue it’s evolution, my music now needs New York, and in this time of global transformation, New York now needs my music.

I also return from the quest carrying seeds of a new vision for my life.  A vision of cultivating, aligning with, and contributing to a sustainable way of moving forward as human beings on Earth, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  These seeds need to be planted in clean, fertile soil where there is abundant fresh, clear water and pure air, which obviously is not the current reality in New York City.  It once was, and will be again, but NYC is not the place to put these seeds into the soil.

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Manhattan Island

But it is the right place, the perfect place, to bring them before sowing them, for the magic of this island never left.

I have stored the seeds safely in my heart cave, where they are incubating, charging, waiting.  In the meantime, I am here to Indiana Jones this concrete jungle.  This island is a vortex.  A hotspot.  A gathering place.  So much energy converges and swirls here.  When I walk it’s streets and see the Empire State Building continually poking into view, it reminds me of a giant antennae, receiving energy from the earth and stars, magnetizing so many humans to this place, and transmitting back to the stars all that we are weaving and stirring and c0-creating here.  There are immeasurable resources and abundances here…treasures hidden in this here urban jungle… and with proper care of self, clarity of mind, strong community support, and aligned presence, one can navigate these energy currents, find the treasures, and use them to build their dreams.  These seeds are asking me to do just this.

So here I am.  With gratitude, excitement, and readiness.

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New York City, unpredictable, powerful, illuminated, living breathing creature that you are, I am here to dance with you.  I am here to learn from you.  I am here to give to you.  And I am here with open hands, open arms, and open heart, to receive what you have for me that will help carry me, the tribe, and these seeds to the right spot on the earth

put them in the ground

and water them.

And then you, magnificent city, will once again become my playground, my workplace, my marketplace, my classroom….

and my home will be a different jungle.

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But in this perfect NOW, it’s on with the Jones-ing….