Wednesday, November 30, 2022

What is Qi?

I start with, "Breath in the nose, Breath out the mouth."  Then I'll work into, "Relax and make your Breath going out longer than your Breath coming in."  We'll play with that game for awhile and I'll suggest that slowly moving the arms and hands up and down might be a good way to experience something special.  At this point my students usually give me a little bit of a sideways look, most fearing to ask, "What's special mean?"

I have a few guys I try things out on before I indulge John Q. Public with the things I'm trying out on my few guys.  The Special is one of those things.  At this point the reader is going to blurt out, possibly, at the screen, "John, dude, what the hell are you talking about?"  

The Special is Qi pronounced Chi.  What is Qi?  Classically Qi is an expression that represents Breath.  We breath it in, we breath it out every few seconds of every day.   For this reason Qi has been referred to as the "Life Force."  It's simple, if you don't breath, you don't live, "Life Force." Get it?  

So, now we've traveled from a term that represents Breath, to one that sustains our very living processes.  But, that's not all.  Qi is also a word that expresses the flow of electrons from one place to another. "Holy Shnikies John, what the hell are you getting at now?"  I can hear your minds reeling.

What is the term for flowing electrons?  Electricity.  Electrons flowing from one place to another are all around us every day.  We've harnessed this power a long time ago and wrapped it in cloth and plastic as the electrons flow along a wire made of a conductive material.  This amazing power, and it is amazing if you put your head to it, is the energy in our electric wires feeding all of our toys and gadgets.  And, we are becoming more, and more reliant on it every day, physical Qi.

Let us summarize for a moment; Qi, we breath it in and out, sustains our lives, and flows through the wires of our things to give us pleasure and a happy living experience.  Yep, so far that's it. 

Technology is a fascinating concept.  We, through the power of our minds, the juice flowing from our brains can change the way we look at the world.  Today we have the ability to throw those electrons from one location to another without wires.  We have the ability to charge, control, and energize our toys at a distance through the air.  Oh my god, what's next.  Now, Qi is a flowing force of moving electrons that travels from a power source through the air to a receiver that uses those electrons to power it up.  The electricity is airborne.  We've created directed power technology, Qi.  "John, stop your giving us a headache."  I can tell what your thinking.  

Ok so here it is, So far;  Qi, we Breath it in and Breath it out giving us our source of life force, Qi moves from one place to another through our created wires a flow of electrons lighting up our lives, Qi and directed energy source flying around through the air giving our technology the juice it needs to thrive.  Yep, that's about it, but I'm not done yet.

Now we're at the Jedi factor.  In our crazy technical multiverse we have created the ability to mentally guide that flow of Qi, electrons, from one point to another by thinking about it.  We now have the ability to control computer screens, toys, medical equipment,  and other cool stuff with our minds.  There have been studies and experiments done at virtually every Ivy league school in the country and the findings are conclusive, human beings can control our environment with our minds, Qi.  Oh my God the electrons are now the energy flowing from the Brain.  What comes next? John Stop.

Yes, now we're back to the beginning, something the ancient Chinese knew millennia ago.  Qi, Breath in Breath out, the Life force.  Becomes Qi, the electricity flowing through our wires, which in turn becomes the Qi, wireless technology that runs our toys through the air, then we have Qi, the power directed from your mind to the toys and gadgets we use every day, back to, Breath in, Breath out, and live a good life.

Peace and Balance, 


Tuesday, November 29, 2022

The Blank Page


Sometimes you sit in front of your laptop, and or typewriter, I'm old enough to remember those things, and stare at a blank page for what seems to be an eternity.  No words come, no thoughts formed, nothing happens that gives you that first jolt of inspiration to complete a sentence.  The page remains blank and mocks you as if it were a self important know it all that has your number.

For a brief moment your mind goes into disrepair and a mild panic sets in.  "Is this it, is that all there is?" You think, "Have I wrote my last quip, am I tapped out?"  All these thoughts for a writer are terrifying.  The blank page represents a beginning, it's not supposed to be an ending, yet there it is staring back at you with that smugness that is so, so repulsive.

I will rise from my chair at this point and retreat to my personal council, the coffee maker.  I will plop in a pod, yes I've graduated to the great Keurig gods in the sky for my holy bean, convenience and accessibility are the name of that game, and I will ponder the holy drink and smell it's aroma, and taste the bitter taste of the adult.  Clear headed I will return to the page.

Nothing happens, it is still blank.  The coffee gods have failed me.  Time for the greater inspiration of the Outdoor excursion, a walk in the yard is always good for inspirational fuel.  

Nothing, Damn.  So I stare, and stare, and stare, and...snore.  It seems looking at a blank page long enough causes the brain to go into shut down mode and sleep.  I reanimate and take a sip of my now cold coffee.  Not as satisfying, but still holy.  

I look at the clock, my brain says, "Look man, you've got to get up in the morning to do the "work thing", maybe you should go to bed and think about this in the morning."  I complied.  Hence no blog yesterday.

In the AM, after I do my morning stuff, which includes more of the holy bean, I eventually find myself sitting behind the tapping keys of my laptop.  Suddenly out of the myst comes my inspiration and I laugh out loud at the absurdity of my surrendering and begin typing, "Sometimes you sit in front of your laptop and or typewriter...and stare at a blank page for an eternity..."

Peace and Balance,


Sunday, November 27, 2022

The 10th Round


There is a point at which all things seem surreal.  This point is painted in the mind, it comes from the breath, and can be found on the ceiling of the arena that pairs of warriors prove themselves to each other, a crowd of watchers, and a world of fans who scream names in unison, chanting rhythmically while one of the combatants shows signs of dying before the crowd.  

Well into this point the atmosphere gets thick.  It becomes warm and viscous, it becomes physical air like breathing liquid. You've become a fish out of water.  

The mind reals.  Only thoughts of survival come in.  And out of the mind comes a primordial scream. One so Loud that it can't be heard, but the stars and planets move with it.  For a moment fear grips the mind, but training stops them from cringing and keeps them on moving feet. Then the sound of a whirlwind comes and takes them away. 

A blinding fire pierces the eyes.  Pain so great that breathing is impossible, but has to be done.  Don't stop moving, don't stop moving, strike back once more and win.  

Grab, hold on tight, squeeze, don't let go.  Is that a tap?  I felt something, don't let go...

All is Black, wait he's holding up my arm.

Peace and Balance,


Saturday, November 26, 2022

Kings of Jerusalem


Baldwin IV the Great King of Jerusalem had a Great Enemy, and Great Friend in Saladin the King of Syria.  It was agreed that Jerusalem would be a place of worship for both Muslim, and Christian during this the last Crusade.  Baldwin had a personal army in the Order of Saint Lazarus, a military order of priest knights that are often confused with Templars.  These holy knights took an oath only to the King of Jerusalem himself.  They were the army of Jerusalem.  

Yusuf ibn Ayyub ibn Shadi known as Great Saladin, was the founder of the Ayyubid Dynasty, was a Kurdish King and the first Sultan of both Egypt and Syria.  During his reign it can be said that he commanded the greatest army in the known world.  

Saladin lived under the impression that he was working through and for the hand of Allah.  He eventually attacked and took Jerusalem back from the Romanized Catholics after the death of Baldwin.  His intent was to cleanse Jerusalem of the evil that had taken hold of the city, not to conquer a city in his name.  But to protect it's people in the name of Allah.  He was upholding Baldwin of Jerusalem's wishes.  

Like Baldwin, Saladin had enemies within his own camp, he was quicker to respond and quelch any rebellion that would rise against him before it was started.  It can also be stated that he had a larger force of followers.  It seems Christianity from it's inception always had political difficulties from within it's own state.  A malady that would make holding onto Jerusalem eventually impossible.  

Saladin, and Baldwin were Great friends, Brothers of Spirit, and Great Enemies and at the end of Baldwin the Lepers life, the Great Saladin stepped in to uphold his Brother's final wishes, to protect Jerusalem for the people.  

Peace and Balance,


Friday, November 25, 2022

Tryptophan Hangover

 As a rule, I don't drink.  Not that I'm not against having a frothy adult beverage socially, however through the wisdom that comes with age and some past experiences where universal forces have taken over and spun me in directions that aren't altogether happy, I am what we can classically coin as a Coffee Totaler.  

That being said, there is a ramification to the over indulgence in a full course Turkey dinner.  That force started early this morning as I began waking.  It made me reclose my eyes and go back to sleep in hopes I was just having a bad dream.  I woke a little later, it wasn't a dream.  My head was pounding, my eyes were teary, I had that whooshing sound in my ears that made it hard to concentrate, I was in the throws of a full blown Turkey Hang Over.  

I saw in the morning ABC news that claims it isn't the Tryptophan in the Dead Bird that gives us the sleepies, and or other symptoms of self indulgence, it's the eating to much thing that creates the agony, the pain.  I disagree.

The pain in my brain feels very much like a chemical implosion.   It sits with the memory of past badness's I've experienced in the past due to other types of to much.  But no, it is the Food.  So I looked it up and I found out that Tryptophan is used to calm the aggressive behavior of quarrelsome individuals.  It is used in conjunction with certain antipsychotics to calm the behavior of rowdy psych patience.  It makes the individual sleepy and less aggressive.  hmmm. 

Ok, the ABC news people are smart, they research, they understand things, but why and how did they pass this one up.  It didn't take me more that one search to find the information.  Is there a Thanksgiving conspiracy in the works?  Are the majority using this kind of meal as a way to manipulate the masses?  No, it couldn't be.  

Although I really don't believe that, my brain hurts.  So, I've taken an Excedrin Migraine pill and turned the lights down low.  Maybe the meal will pass.  

Peace and Balance,


Thursday, November 24, 2022

The After Party.

We indulge, we share stories, we make up lies, and musically share them at the table.  Children giggle, and old men holler, "Someone stop that dog!" Then a rule about dropping a piece of bird on the floor is made up.  How many seconds was that again?  

Like a Roman army food is ate, and ate again in hopes that there will be a second piece of pumpkin pie.  On the screen, big in some houses not so big in others, the national game is playing to the occasional hoots and hollers of fans pandering from the arms of couches all over the country.  The only disturbances to these subtle peace's are the occasional snores of sleeping grandfathers and chuckles of grandmothers.  "Score." is heard on the distance, "I have five bucks on that game." Then the wind blows in silence.  

Later, after a third piece of pie, an old Doris Day movie can be watched on TCM.  Laughter, and music followed by children crying about going to bed, "There's no school tomorrow, Mom."  

Finely she says, "I said to bed!"  The final word.

Finely the dishes are put up, the food is wrapped, and one last piece of pie. The evening is yawning, and the tired comes.  

I hope all Had a good, good day.

Peace and Balance,


Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Happy Dead Bird Day


Tomorrow is the national Holiday that we give thanks to the Dead Bird.  The Dead Bird is a large indigenous creature that was grown and fostered on this continent many moons ago by rather large forces from the nether realms of Lunch Box.  Lunch Box is a secret plain where all holiday food is stored by the government until it can be released to the general public through the attribution and price fixing of the Walmart Giant.  Only those with the Top Ultra Magnetic Security Clearances have access to such knowledge. 

Lunch Box includes Large Dead Bird, Mashed and Smashed Potatoes, usually delegated to the space program, Yams, the code name of the other Potato, Corn, an ancient fuel source, a Frothy Adult Beverage, this keeps Uncle Lenny at Bay, and the pride of the day, Pumpkin Pie, just because topped with an adulterous amount of whipped cream.

Lunch Box has been used to monitor the Holiday in our neighbor Canada as a cultural exchange and a First Nations Power Up.  So far the First Nations have held back the urge to take over Canada, but have decided that the gig is pretty ok up there.  Then there's the rumor about the United States, shhhh.

Dead Bird Day began as Thanksgiving, but the name was unofficially changed by those that realize that being thankful for 500 years of occupation is a waste of time and energies, there is always that Canadian rumor.  You never know. 

So, until then when we can truly Say Happy Thanksgiving, I say to you, Have a Swell Dead Bird Day, and don't over indulge in Pumpkin Pie, the power can be explosive.

Peace and Balance,


Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Crash Test Dummies In Space.


I never thought I'd see the day we'd have Crash Test Dummies in space, but on the morning news I saw that we just launched the New Orion Space craft to the moon with a complete 3 dummy crew aboard.  The Orion is flying 8 miles off the surface of the moon taking pretty little snap shots of a completely barren gray scale  lumpy surface.  No green cheese to be had, just lots of gray rock and dust scattered amongst the plethora of impact crater distributed there approximately 4.5 billion years ago.  Isn't that exciting?

I wonder what a Crash Test Dummy thinks as he is floating by our closest neighbor?  Not a damn thing, Crash Test Dummies don't think, they're dead.  I bet you thought I was going to personify them and give them a personality, No not today I'm grouchy.

The Orion Space Craft was launched late from the pad at Cap Canaveral due to the hurricane that blew by causing unrest in the neighboring areas.  The Orion Space Craft has about 12 times the thrust as the Saturn 5 Space Craft, the past largest rocket ever flown.  Given the right amount of fuel, the Orion can be equipped to send a mission to Mars, and possibly beyond.  "To Infinity and Beyond," Buzz Light Year would say.

The Orion is meant to be a people carrier.  It will eventually have a live presumably thinking crew who will be able to look out and marvel at the big nothing of space.  We are going to send more men to the Moon.  It's not an "If" anymore, just a when.  The Orion is the next generation of NASA's new space craft that has at least 80% classified tech on board.  Kinda makes you wonder just what they are actually doing?  But, I don't want to go down that Rabbit Hole, as conspiracy theories give me a headache.  We can't have that now can we?

Think of the power of 12 times more thrust than a Saturn 5.  That is mind boggling.  That also means the space craft lifts off and gets into the vacuum a lot faster than previously.  Maybe that keeps the aliens away?  Who knows.

Any who, Crash Test Dummies in Space, sounds like a B rated Sci Fi movie, where's Ed Wood when you need him?

Peace and Balance,


Monday, November 21, 2022

The Re-explanation.

 If you read the last post you will notice that it reads much like a dusty dry textbook.  That's what happens when I write about things using my logical mind, (Gnos) I get dusty.  So, I will attempt to explain that mundane tired explanation of natural forces using words that I can understand myself.  If I understand a thing, chances are you're going to understand a thing.  

In the beginning of all things that is an energy.  This energy goes through a process of change before we get to a point that can classically be called the Beginning.  The energy changes from Nothingness, to somethingness with a period of utter Chaos in the middle.  This chaos it the nothingness collecting into the Somethingness.  The Chaos swirls, explodes, expands and contracts, blows in and out greater than any hurricane, then finely compacts and quiets into the Something.  That is the beginning, before that we don't count because, just because.  

This something compacts smaller and smaller until it is at the point of a microcosm.  Then there is a short burst of energy.  This energy became self aware, and at the point of self awareness knew all things that was to know and expanded instantly to the rest of the universe.  We'll call this the Big Boom.  I'd call it the Big Bang, but some of you might take that wrong and I'd be stuck explaining the nature of things and we haven't gotten to birds  and bees yet.  

Anywho, the Big Boom happened and all of creation was born in a relative instant.  That was between 13 trillion and 16 trillion years ago on our mundane calendar.  After all there really is no time.  

Ok, I'm going to skip ahead a few trillion years to the birth of humankind.  As we developed the original process of the I Am, that's the self aware thing waking up, took shape into a dusty critter we will call people.  And in this critter a thought was formed with an intention, we will call this the mind, or (Gnos). Greek for Mind.  Gnostic means, the study of the Mind.  Get it?  

Our minds started exploring and we personified all of the creation around us.  We gave human attributes to the forces of nature, our first angels.  We gave human thought to the animals around us.  The Sephia or Animal mind. Sephia can also be translated as Sophia the spirit.  We split our thoughts between our imagination and physical reality.  The God, and Goddess were born and from them all other things are created.  Because this is how we related to our universal creation, now we're back the the birds and bees.  They do exist at this point, but I'm not going to explain things to you that you'll eventually figure out on your own.  

Because we think complicated things, our God families get very complicated.  However, let's backtrack to the beginning.  We all, everything that exists comes from the Aeon (the One)  That is We are all, God.

Peace and Balance,


Saturday, November 19, 2022

Aeon (Gnosis)

The Gnostic emanations of God: the One, Monad, Aion teleos, Bythos, Proakhe, Arkhe, and Aeons, are often called, Sonship's form male/female pairs called syzygies meaning yoking together in Greek.  These are the energies that Judeo Christians call Angels, and Djinn in Islam.  The spiritual embodiments of the energies of nature. 

The source of all being is an Aeon from which an inner being dwells called Ennoea (Thought and Intent).  Charis (Grace), and Sige (Silence) are a great split in the second Aeon, Gnos (Mind) which complex hierarchies of Aeons are produced.  The mind (Gnos) creates mundane realms from which these energies emanate. The Gnos creates and the energies of nature respond and from within the Aeon the thirty emerge.  These are the intangible, supersensible that belong to the purely ideal, noumenal world. The immaterial and hypostatic ideas of imagination, the stuff of creation.

The power of mortal imagination begins in a flaw.  The original Aeon the Great Archon, Aeon teleos, created passion which became the root of sin, his wanting for the female Aeon Sophia; The light or Spiritual world and it's attachment to the Darkness, the lowest regions, the Physical World.   This is called the Pleroma, the fullness.

A split occurred in the Pleroma, the darkness fell from the light and Sophia was left to the darkness away from her Aeon this created the Demiurge a creature that was never meant to be.  The creature does not belong to the Pleroma, but is part of the Pleroma thus has become the physical world.  We are part of this being.  A split that is always in search of it's other half trying to reemerge back into the Aeon.  

Iesha taught his disciples of the Gnosis, and the origins of the Aeon.  He tried to reconnect the physical world with the spiritual world and his teachings were met with skepticism and fear eventually leading to his death upon the cross. Judas represented this fear, the priests the fear itself, and the disciples the teachings of escape. Hence his prayer, "Our father who art in Heaven hallowed be thy name, they kingdom come, they will be done, on "Earth" as it is in "Heaven" Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thy kingdom is the power and thine is the glory forever and ever, in Jesus Christs name, Amen."     This is his direct lesson to us for this reconnection of physical with spiritual, the rejoining of the Pleroma to the Great Archon, the first Aeon, the One or Monad.  

Peace and Balance,


Friday, November 18, 2022

The Book of The Hopi


In 1963, Frank Waters wrote a book of prophesy and history called, "The Book Of The Hopi."  The book eludes to the rise and fall of past times when men had control of technologies that we haven't grasped yet today.  It leads the reader down a complex abstract narrative that the uninitiated could perceive as being mythological in nature, but then reveals that the information within the book was held as a sacred secret by the Hopi Elders until the proper time comes about to reveal the message to the world.  Apparently the early sixties was the right time.

Tokpela: The First World.  Speaks of He the Infinite creating Sotukang, the nine universal kingdoms.  The Infinite, Taiowa the Creator, and the seven realms for life to come. Now here's where is get's a little funky. It talks of seven vibratory axis around the Earth's center pole to pole all resounding, or sounding at once.  The major Ley lines of the Earth all vibrating at the same time.  

This is when Spider Woman gathered the four colors from the earth and began creating humankind.  She made them in the image of Sotukang, and created four female partners for four male beings.  Who understood the Earth as a living entity just like themselves.  

The Nature of Man:  Of the first Man it was spoken, "Although he had human parents, his first parents are the universal Entities that created him through them from his mother the Earth, and his father the Sun." A solar god that gives all life to the universe.  Ok, we're not talking about  the sun in the sky, but the center of our universe, the center of the Galaxy.  So our mother the Earth is not the consort of our sun, but the consort of the Greater Sun in the Center of all Things. hmmm. Then there was one created apart from the rest, a Man of Knowledge who would be the first Medicine man. 

Tuwaqachi: The Fourth World.  We've skipped ahead a couple worlds, but from out of the third world came a man who made claims to the fourth world, "I am the caretaker, the guardian and protector of this land." The people recognized him as Masaw the appointed caretaker of the third world who was cast out due to his lack of humility and his apparent self importance.  Sound like a familiar story?  

The Legends:  The first of these legends is the Path of the Heart, also called the Road of Life, or the Red Road.  This is the road we follow seeking good in life, and work on becoming a better being.  To know thyself. 

Second Legend: The planting of the magic jar which brings waters to the desert.  This is the story about the Water Witches, or Dowsers of common legend.  The people who find the water and other things needed by the people. 

Third Legend: Transference of Power.  "Old Wu'ya was a man of pure heart.  His time was spent in healing the people, taking care of the children, and teaching warriors how to be men. Upon his death in the place he was buried, a great spruce grew from which the people used his wood in their ceremonies and to make the sacred pipe."

Fourth Legend:  The birth of the Katchina, from which the people learned to read the Omens, and signs of things to come from the spirits of the Earth by offering tokens and gifts to show respect to the Earth our Mother and our Elders who have come before us.  

Fifth Legend: Talking Deer the Sacred Clown was given to the people to teach us of our own folly and to learn the lessons of the self so that we may grow beyond ourselves. 

The Mystery Plays On:  These are the actions of the Sorcerers, the Seers, the Men of Knowledge.  This is the time of great shock, from the beginning to beyond. The first world to the fourth world and beyond. The Sorcerers are those who play out what will come and what has been.  "As it was in the beginning so it shall be at the end."  HO.

Peace and Balance,


Thursday, November 17, 2022

The Power of Silence.


In 1964 Simon and Garfunkel recorded a song that went multiple platinum, "The Sound of Silence."  The words of that song are haunting, and just a tad prophetic.  In a dystopian society where making music, sounds, where you cannot communicate for fear of breaking the ever present Silence, the God of that society may speak of what is happening in our modern world.   Are we heading toward a world of quiet disturbances, where nothing penetrates the mind of man, where that penetration would create an unquietness that would resemble insanity.  Are we becoming Disquieted?

The Power of Silence is unquestionable.  Do you remember moments where a parent or guardian would suddenly look at you over the top of horn rimmed glasses.  Not speaking, barely breathing, nothing moving, but you know exactly what was being suggested, shared, and or communicated in your direction.  That power is ominous.  There is nothing greater in our universe than a parent gazing at a child in contemplation.  The child is frozen in place like a deer caught in a Buicks headlights.  

In deep space there are occasional explosions of powers that we have never actually heard only magnetically measured or felt.  Hugh sounds so loud that they can only be felt, or at such distances that  energies are only travelling and leaving a physical presence, but never heard.  These are the sounds of silence.  Just before a Super Nova, the magnetic field of the addressing star stops, there are no noises coming from that region of space, for just brief moment, then, "Boom" the power emanating from that center is so great all molecular motions stop for a brief space that moves faster than we can measure, light, time.  These too are the sounds of silence.

Grandparents have that power, looking over the spectacles to also freeze grandchildren in there gaze like so many deer.  This is where the parents learned this skill.  It is every parent's obligation to eventually share this secret with their children.  

In a quiet distance a shuffle of power is moving at speeds not comprehensive to the average observer.  The wave is the stuff of creation.  It is Shiva, the Creator, the Destroyer moving unemotionally outwardly from it's center to act.  The Power, the Sound of Silence,

Peace and Balance,


Tuesday, November 15, 2022

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Pte san Wi)

I did not write this.  It comes from a website dedicated to Lakota/Dakota history and myth.  

 In the days before the Lakota had horses on which to hunt the buffalo, food was often scarce. One summer when the seven sacred council fires of the Lakota Oyate (Nation) had camped together, there was very little to eat. Two young men of the Itazipcho band – the ‘Without-Bows’ – decided they would rise early and look for game. They left camp with dogs still yawning, setting out across the plain, accompanied by the song of the yellow meadowlark.

After a while the day began to grow warm. Crickets chirruped in the waving grass, prairie dogs darted their holes as the hunters approached, but still spotted no real game. So the young men made towards a little hill to see further across the vast expanse of level prairie. Reaching it, they shielded their eyes and scanned the distance, but beheld coming out of the growing heat haze something bright, walking on two legs, not four. Soon they recognized her as a beautiful woman in shining white buckskin.

Coming closer, they noticed her buckskin wonderfully decorated with sacred designs in rainbow-colored porcupine quills. She carried a bundle on her back, and a fan of fragrant sage leaves in her hand. Her jet-black hair was loose, except for a single strand tied with buffalo fur. Eyes full of light and power, she transfixed the young men.

Now one of the men filled with burning desire. “What a woman!” he said sideways to his friend. “And all alone on the prairie. I’m going to make the most of this!”

“You fool,” said the other. “This woman is holy.”

But the foolish one made up his mind, and when the woman beckoned, he needed no second invitation. Reaching out for her, a great cloud enveloped them both. When it lifted, the woman stood, and at her feet remained nothing but a pile of bones with terrible snakes writhing among them.

“Behold,” said the woman to the good hunter in Lakota, so he thought her one of his tribe and approached. When he saw his dead friend’s remains, he menaced her with his bow but she proclaimed, “I am Wakan (holy) and your weapons cannot hurt me.  Do as I say and you will not regret it.” He relented and she continued, “I come to your people with a message from Tatanka Oyate, the Buffalo Nation. Return to Chief Hehlokecha Najin (Standing Hollow Horn) and tell him what you have seen. Tell him to prepare a tipi large enough for all his people, and to get ready for my coming.”

The young man ran back across the prairie, gasping for breath as he reached camp. With a small crowd of people already following, he found Standing Hollow Horn and related the story that the sacred woman was coming. The chief ordered several tipis to be combined into one big enough for his band. The people waited with anticipation for the wakan woman to arrive.

After four days the scouts posted to watch for the holy woman saw something coming towards them in a beautiful manner from across the prairie. Then suddenly the woman appeared in the great lodge, walking round it in a sunwise direction. The chief addressed her respectfully, saying: “Sister, we are glad you have come to instruct us.”

She told him what she wanted done. In the center of the tipi they were to put up an owanka wakan, a sacred altar, made of red earth, with a buffalo skull and a three-stick rack for a holy bundle she brought. They did as directed, and she traced a design with her finger on the smoothed earth of the altar. She showed them how to do all this, then circled the lodge again sunwise. She stopped before Standing Hollow Horn as he sat in the west of the lodge, and held her bundle before him in both hands.

Again the chief spoke, saying: “Sister, we are glad. We have had no meat for some time. All we can give you is water.” They dipped some wacanga, sweet grass, into a skin bag of water and gave it to her, and to this day the people dip sweet grass or an eagle wing in water and sprinkle it on a person to be purified.

“Look on this,” she said about her bundle, “and always love and respect it. It is very sacred. No one who is impure should ever touch this, for it contains the chanunpa, the sacred pipe.” She unrolled the skin bundle and took out a pipe, and a small round stone which she put down on the ground. She presented it to the people and let them look. She grasped the stem with right hand and the bowl with her left, and thus the pipe has been held ever since.

She filled it with chan-shasha, red willow-bark tobacco. She walked around the lodge four times after the manner of Anpetu-Wi, the great sun. This represented the circle without end, the sacred hoop, the road of life. The woman placed a dry buffalo chip on the fire and lit the pipe with it. This was peta-owihankeshni, the fire without end, the flame to be passed on from generation to generation.

She told them that the smoke rising from the bowl was Tunkashila’s breath, the living breath of the great Grandfather Mystery. “With this you will, during winters to come, send your voices to Wakan Tanka, your Father and Grandfather.”

She showed the people the right way to pray, words and gestures. She taught them how to sing the pipe-filling song and how to lift the pipe to the sky, toward Grandfather, and down toward Grandmother Earth, to Unci, and then to the four directions of the universe. “With this pipe you will walk on the Earth, which is your Grandmother and Mother. The Earth is sacred, and so is every step that you take on her. The bowl of the pipe is of red stone; it is the earth. With your feet resting upon the earth and pipe stem reaching into the sky, your body forms a living bridge between the Sacred Beneath and the Sacred Above. Wakan Tanka smiles upon us, because now we are as one: earth, sky, all living things, the two-legged, the four-legged, the winged ones, the trees, the grasses.

“Together with the people, they are all related, one family. The pipe holds them all together.

Carved into the pipe and facing the center is the buffalo calf, who stands for all the four-leggeds who live upon your Mother. The buffalo represents the universe and the four directions, because he stands on four legs, for the four ages of creation. The buffalo was put in the west by Wakan Tanka at the making of the world, to hold back the waters.

“Every year he loses one hair, and in every one of the four ages he loses a leg. The sacred hoop will end when all the hair and legs of the great buffalo are gone, and the water comes back to cover Mother Earth.

The stem is of wood, which stands for all that grows on the Earth. These twelve hanging feathers from Wanblee Galeshka (Spotted Eagle) stand for all the winged creatures. All these living things of the universe are the children of Mother Earth. You are all joined as one family, and you will be reminded of this when you smoke the pipe. Treat this pipe and the earth with respect, and your people will increase and prosper.”

The woman told them that seven circles carved on the stone represented the seven rites in which the people would learn to use the sacred pipe. The first was for the rite of “keeping the soul”, which she now taught them. “It should be for you a sacred day when one of your people dies. You must then keep his soul as I shall teach you, and through this you will gain much power; for if the soul is kept, it will increase in you your concern and love for your neighbor. So long as the person, in his soul, is kept with the people, through him you will be able to send your voice to Wakan Tanka.”

The remaining rites they would learn in due course.

The woman made as if to leave the lodge, but then turned, speaking to Standing Hollow Horn again. “This pipe will carry you to the end. Remember that in me there are four ages. I am going now, but I will look on your people in every age, and at the end I will return.”

She now circumambulated slowly around the lodge in a sunwise direction. The people were silent and awed. Even the hungry young children watched, their eyes alive with wonder. Then she left.

After she had walked a short distance, she faced the people again and sat down on the prairie. The people gazing after her with amazement witnessed her transforming into a young red and brown buffalo calf…then rolled over and became a yellow buffalo calf….then rolled again into a black one. She continued further into the prairie, and then lay down and rolled over one more time, looking back at the people.

Standing, she appeared as a white buffalo. She walked on until only visible as a bright speck in the distant prairie. She kept moving, stopping to bow to the four directions of the earth, and finally disappeared over the hill.

As soon as she had vanished, buffalo in great herds appeared, allowing themselves to be killed so that the people might survive. And from that day on, our relations, the buffalo, furnished the people with everything they need — meat for their food, skins for their clothes and tipis, and bones for their many tools. Until, of course, the herds no longer sustained the people…but that is another story.

Mitakuye Oyasin, We are all related.

Peace and Balance,


Monday, November 14, 2022

The Man Bat


Imagine walking the dark streets of Gotham minding your own business taking in the sights, smelling the smells, and hearing the music of the city.  When a criminal type, the "Bad Guy" swoops down on you and sticks a gun in your face and asks you, "Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?"  You have just met the Joker himself.  Prepare to die for this is the question he askes just before dispatching his victims. His look is of a painted faced mad man who's perpetual grin makes him look like a living porcelain clown.  

Now imagine, if you will, just before the Joker can pull the trigger of his extremely long barreled gun, another Darker character appears out of the fog.  Dressed all in black leather, cowl over his face, The new character tears the gun from Joker's hands and hits him from an impossible positioned side kick directly on his chin lifting him off the ground and throwing him back 29 feet.  Then the new guy turns his head slowly with the grimmest look, stares at you for a minute then says in a gravely, horse voice, "I'm Batman." Then he leaves.  Forgetting the take the Joker with him.

This version of the Batman is insane.  He suffers from the traumatic events of his life, starting with the witnessing of his parents murder, Thomas and Martha Wayne, at the hands of non other than the Joker himself, when he was a mere child of ten, tragic.  Along with his life long mentor and manservant Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne is the richest, smartest, craziest SOB in DC comic history.  

Having no super powers of his own, Bruce has to rely on his intellect, physical prowess, and training, and of course his extreme wealth.  It seems Bruce Wayne is rich enough and smart enough to create the coolest most expensive gadgets to stick into his fanny pack, no make that utility belt.  

Bruce has managed to find a Classic 69 Cadillac to attach fancy wing tips to and beef up that 500 horse engine with an additional jet engine up grade and an endless supply of stinger missiles.  I love that car. 

The Batman comic actually has become DC comics number 1 comic.  The Bat has sold more versions of himself in various shades of dark than any other comic in US history, including Spider Man, but that's a different universe.  Oh well.  

So, Batman left you with The Joker all piled up with a broken face.  Just as Joker starts to figure out he's actually alive and begins to move you feel a slight pressure from above and hear a loud Bang.  The Joker now has a rather large 45 caliber hole in his forehead.  The original version of Batman was an insane vigilante that killed or maimed the Bad Guys rather than turning them into the police.  Gordon was his handler, not his friend, and yes you better hide before he notices that you've seen him do his thing.

"Have you ever Danced with the Devil in the Pale Moon Light?"

Peace and Balance,


Sunday, November 13, 2022

Bull Hook Bottoms, Iktomi, and The Jump.


I grew up in the Great Northern Desert.  Or, Northern Montana if you will.  Havre is a small town on the Northern Highline of Montana directly south of an area that was once called the Bull's Hook.  It is a bend in the Milk River that travels south abit then north again before heading towards the Missouri river.  

Originally called Bull Hook Bottoms, Havre is home to the nations largest Buffalo Jump.  As the story goes, Iktomi the spider tried to trick a man into running at the lead Buffalo of a heard and provoke him into a rage.  Iktomi made up a story about the Buffalo to make the man angry and run at the herd.  Great Spirit was listening to the conversation and whispered into Buffalo's ear, "Sacrifice for man and feed his people, feed his family."  

Buffalo ran at the man and the herd followed, but instead of running over Man they ran around him and over the Jump sacrificing themselves for the tribe of Man.  Man's tribe had food for the winter and skins for their tipis.  They had bone for knives, and sinew for sewing.  Man had all he needed for his people.  It was good, HO.  

For his deceit, Iktomi was made to serve Man and his tribe by creating the Great Travois with which man uses to carry his belongings and give rest to his Elders.  The Travois is pulled behind Man's best Dog, Tashunka Wakan, the Horse.  Iktomi was again made the fool.  

Bull Hook Bottoms was renamed Havre after Le Havre France, by an eccentric wealthy entrepreneur sometime during the 1800's.   The time before either versions of the town is where the Assiniboine made their home, when the Jump was used, the Buffalo sacrificed, and Iktomi tried to lead Man astray only to serve Man in the Heyoka way.

Peace and Balance,


Saturday, November 12, 2022

Do you remember?

Memories are a funny thing.  They Come they Go, some stay put and some stay forgotten.  Some of our memories are mundane things, names of people we might have met years ago, addresses, phone numbers, the kinds of things that pop up at random moments during the day that make you go hmmm.  

Some of my memories are of things that don't make rational sense to me.  Makes and models of cars that are out of time, as far as I'm concerned.  Places that I've never physically been, and the big one, people I once knew that I've never actually met.  This can make conversations uncomfortable when you're sitting across the table with one of these people.  

When you look up at a person and into their eyes and suddenly get the pull that people get when recognition is made.  But, there is no name.  Your mind opens up to things, sometimes of ages gone by and occurrences that have happened that may or may not have effected the lives of many, but no name and no direct memory.  All very "Manchurian Candidate" but not as provocative.  

One of the strongest instinctual emotions humans experience is the feeling we all have just before, "Shit" hits the fan.  When sitting across a dinner table or similar experience the best I can compare it to is the moment a Gunfighter pulls out his six shooter, and the other guy has the drop on him with the saw'd off taped under the table top.  Can you hear the whistling song in the background now?   

Programming a computer is much like programming a human brain.  There is the input, and output on the short skript.  Then there is the input, rework and rewrite, the project, and another rewrite upon completion of the project or projects.  Contracts are made, contracts are kept or broken before getting to the non-returnable point, but there is always a rewrite.  

I can't say what was done, or how many things have been worked out.  I can't tell you how many re-writes have been experienced and changed, I can't even tell you from which reality we are reading.  But, I can tell you that we've all experienced one of these moments in a certain from or another.  Some of us are just beginning to wake up to them at this time.  

So, if you suddenly find yourself sitting across the dinner table with an individual that gives you that pull, and you look into the eyes and, "Know" things you don't know.  Run away, some things are best left alone.

Peace and Balance,


Friday, November 11, 2022

The Donald


Everything within this Blog are purely the opinions of the author.  Any resemblance to fact or fiction is purely coincidental.

The Donald is not happy with the outcomes of the recent midterm elections.  There was no Red wave, not even a trickle.  Non of the candidates the Donald backed or vetted with won the races that they ran for.  Ron DeSantis won his governorship again and hence turned is back on the once backer Trump, and it looks as though Gov. DeSantis may even run for the Republican spot for president in 2024.  This has enraged the Donald who went on an internet tirade yesterday afternoon from Mar-a-lago FL.    

Capt. Suntan is suffering from a Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  If things are going his way he is a happy camper.  When things don't go his way he becomes combative, won't accept any responsibility for his own actions, and puts the blame on other's  heads.  If you're not with him you're against him.  A Narcissistic Personality Disorder is one of several different types of personality disorders where the patient has an inflated sense of their own importance, a deep need for excessive attention and admiration, troubled relationships, and the lack of empathy for others.  

El Heffe Trump's Whitehouse was run like an organized crime encampment with Trump as the Svengali at the helm.   Trump rules the businesses he owns through fear and manipulation, the method he was trying to run the Whitehouse with.  His hold on reality started falling apart when the American public, and like minded folks within the walls of the Government started pushing back, and said, "No."  Then they became his enemy and he has been waging war on them ever since.  

At this stage in the game everything exfacto President Trump does is driven through the need to get his revenge on those who've opposed him, and a country that has determined that he is a Great Evil hidden within the cogs of the machine.  The Donald is Insane and should not be holding any public office. 

I'm not a Republican, I'm not a Democrat, I'm not an Independent, I'm not a Socialist, I'm not a Communist, I hold no allegiance to any political party whatsoever, I am an American Citizen who knows what being a citizen is all about.  So, I vote my conscious, what ever party that happens to fall on.  

My advise to the reader.  Keep your eyes open, feel the truth as you know it, and follow your heart.  Maybe we can eventually change the face of the world.  

Peace and Balance,


Thursday, November 10, 2022

On the Eve of the Day.

 I sometimes have my pensive moments where I just sit and ponder.  

The things I think about are often not the most pleasant memories I can conjure. 

From darker recesses I bring things into the foil

and hope that tears will stay away to further toil

A boiling anger deep down inside

not all of us likes to remember

just to fill another's pride.

I am not one of those that like to shine on this day

I will shake the hands of my brothers if they may,

but I will keep my gaze down and pray.

My memories are not pleasant and they stay.

A veteran I am, and will always be,

And as with many I just as soon let it be

I'll be grateful for my Grandpa and Dad

For them I'll stand and salute the flag.  

Brothers fear not for Wars will never end

And we Veterans will never send

any of you to our memories

of Conflict, Violence, and things best Left Alone.

Peace and Balance,


Wednesday, November 9, 2022


 I woke this morning to a fairly positive and quiet political spectrum, which overall is a good thing.  Then I started looking at the newly or incumbently elected delegates, and a terrible thought crept into my frontal lobes, "I'm now older than most of the people we've newly elected."  Damn.

I hobbled up the stairs to my top floor and wandered into the bathroom, a place of personal contemplation and resignation, and stared at myself in the mirror.  "Who the Hell are you?" was the thought going through my mind as I gazed upon my reflection.  "You look a little like your grandfather, and a little like your mother with the need to shave, but I don't recognize you any more."  Geeez

As with most American indigenous types, I still have my hair and prefer to keep it on the long side.  After all flowing locks keep the masses disquieted and nervous.  However, the locks aren't the almost black sheen they once were.  As a matter of fact, the color shining back at me from the opposite side of the reflecting thing is silver/gray.  Not a bad color mind you, but one that indicates there has been a time portal type change happening in my presence for a number of years that I've been ignoring.  I've gotten old. 

Now to put a reality spin here, I'm in the business of ignoring such things as age and time.  I teach people how to stay relatively healthy and happy in the greater spectrum of things, and keep up a fairly good appearance of such.  Although due to this annoying addiction I have to my taste buds and my thyroids insistence that it take a vacation, I am a little larger than the normal cat, but hey what can I say.  People don't bother me with such things.

Now I am in the process of re-working the self within myself.  I am recreating the who I used to be into the person I now am.  I am, that I am.  HO.  

So, if you ever look into a mirror and don't recognize that fiend staring back at you follow Jerry Garcia's advice: "If you see the Buddha on the road, Kill Him."  

Peace and Balance,


Monday, November 7, 2022

Wounded Knee 2

 In 1968 a movement grew out of Minneapolis, Minnesota that was supposed to be a grassroots organization to help Native Americans living in poverty and urban squalor dealing with violence at the hands of police and others trying to make a point that eventually turned into an almost quasi home grown terrorist organization.  This is a strong term I use for AIM, the American Indian Movement.  Let me explain.

On February, 27th 1973 about 200 Oglala Lakota and followers of AIM seized and occupied the town of Wounded Knee, South Dakota on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.  This was a response to the failure of the Oglala Civil Rights Organizations attempt at impeaching the Tribal President, Richard Wilson who stood guilty of Civil Rights abuses and Political as well as Legal corruption.  Richard Wilson was guilty of channeling funds from the US government per treaty through to his own organization and into his own pockets.  His own organization and militia, Guardians of the Oglala Nation, (GOON) referd to as the Goon Squad, became the policing agency of Pine Ridge.  AIM activists such as Russel Means, and Denis Banks both came very close to serving jail time due to their part in the occupation.  The Occupation of Wounded Knee by AIM lasted about 71 days.  

I remember that time.  It was scary, and traveling across Montana to get from one Res. to another met with car barriers of armed GOON squads or AIM members. Having family in Northern Montana, and family in Southern Montana and South Dakota made me feel like we were living at a time of another war and occupation by US forces.  AIM finely let Wounded Knee go and the 2nd Wounded Knee incident was left behind, or so we thought.

In 1975 an AIM founding member, Leonard Peltier, was arrested for the murder's of 2 FBI agents on Pine Ridge.  The agents were investigating the incident in 1973 and looking for the main players.  What actually happened to the two men is a mystery, but Leonard was arrested and charged with the murders.  He  is currently on his 45th year and 6 months of incarceration.  Mr. Peltier is listed as a Turtle Mountain Chippewa (Ojibway) from Minnesota.  It is this author's opinion that he became a convenient fall guy, and has become a martyr for an entire nation.  

Peace and Balance,


Sunday, November 6, 2022

Wi and Han Wi

 A long time ago the warrior Anpao was in love with the maiden Wi.  He tried many things to gain her attention and favor.  Anpao would hunt and bring her the finest deer hides.  He would create the most elaborate tipi's with the best buffalo hides.  He would bring her the finest horses.  Anpao did everything he could think of to get her attention.  

Wi had eyes for another.  She was always looking out for Anpetu, the sun warrior.  She would watch for his arrival and on his approach would run and hide.  Wi was afraid of Anpetu's brightness. His glare blinded her.  

Anpao was jealous and created a terrible idea.  He traveled to Anpetu's tipi to do battle with what he thought were the Gnasty's that lived there.  Anpao found himself in a perpetual battle with the monsters from the sun.  

Each morning Anpetu would make his approach, and Wi would run and hide.  And every night Anpetu would sleep and Wi would gaze upon him as he slept.  But, when the warrior Anpao made is presence known thru Anpetu, Wi found herself gazing out at a reflection waiting for Anpetu.  What came instead was the conflict Between Anpetu and Anpao.  The monsters of the sun were dancing.  Because of this conflict once every month Wi can gaze upon Anpetu and Anpetu can share space with Wi.  Anpao sleeps. 

During this time Wi and Han Wi share the skies.  The sun and the moon can be seen dancing together while the Darkness and the Light battle for conquest of the monsters of the sun.  Who never appear.  

Peace and Balance,


Saturday, November 5, 2022

Pipe Carrier

 According to Lakota History, the Sacred Pipe was brought to Earth about 19 generations ago by Pte San Wi, The White Buffalo Calf Woman at a time when the seven tribes were gathered in council.  The people were starving, the hunting was bad, no Buffalo were to be found.  Pte San Wi came to the people and instructed them on the importance of living in balance with nature.  She taught them about the sacred directions and the Grandfathers of the Four Winds. Then she taught them everything they needed to know about the making, handling, and caring for the sacred pipe.   Then she taught the people how to pray.  She taught them the sing and how to use the pipe as a tool to communicate with Great Spirit Grandfather, Wakan Tanka Tunkasila.  In this way the people could ask for Tatanka to return and sacrifice himself for the people so that they could eat and survive.  The Buffalo was listening, and Great Spirit Grandfather sent him to the people.  The people began to prosper, ate well, and live in balance. It was a good thing.

There are two types of pipes, the personal pipe that can be owned and used by anyone for personal prayer and ceremony.  This pipe should not be shared.  It is intended to be used by and for the person who owns it.  The other is carried by the Pipe Carrier to be used for the people.  This pipe is used by the Pipe Carrier either alone, or with others in ceremony.  It is shared by a group for the whole that the prayer will arrive on mass to Great Spirit Grandfather for the betterment of all either for Teaching or Healing, or Both.  

A Pipe Carrier carries this task from lifetime to lifetime.  He is born to the task, he does not earn it.  This is something that was given to him before he arrived on this Earth.  Today due to the mix in cultures and the rise in spiritual awareness, the pipe has taken on the weight of cultures from all over the globe.  This is a good thing, and a bad thing.  Those who jump into an indigenous Pip Ceremony blindly without the knowledge and background to ground them to the Earth are running great spiritual, emotional, and mental risks.  The misuse of such things can lead to madness and death.  However those who have a calling and come to these things with respect and humility may add to the power of humanity and spread the healing and love to all the people. 

The Pipe reflects both the masculine and feminine side of nature.  The bowl with it's hole to accept the stem represents the feminine, the stem that in inserted into the bowl is the male.  Alone they will not function, but together they are a whole conduit to Great Spirit Grandfather. Only together will the prayer pass from the pipe to the Four Winds, to Great Grandfather.  The stem is the organic nature of existence, and the bowl is the inorganic aspect of the Earth, the fire is the ever present spirit.  Yin Yang. 

There are many correct ways to conduct a Pipe Ceremony.  The reader may find one that fits them the best, however there are a few practices that should be followed before beginning and when finishing the ceremony.  First it is important to smudge or sage yourself and any one else using the pipe.  This spiritually cleanses the participant and protects from spiritual problems.  Second is to maintain the utmost respect and humility while participating in ceremony.  Keeping your practice at the highest levels of respect and humility keeps you, me, and all that much closer to the Creator.  

Pipe Carriers are Healers, Warriors, Teachers, and Sacred Clowns.  We are the rugs that others come to and clean their feet on.  We are the bowls of water that are passed around to quench the thirst of the many.  We are the words that the Four Winds whisper into the hearts of the people.  We are Happy and Stand in High Honor to be of service, Mitakuye Oyatsin Hetchetu yelo, HO.  For all of my relations it is so.  

Peace and Balance,


Friday, November 4, 2022



Originally the Toltec were a pre Columbian/ Mesoamerican culture that ruled an area centered in Tula, Hidalgo, and Mexico during pre classic and post classic  period of Central American Culture from about 950 to 1150 BCE.  The Toltec spoke an ancient form of the Nahuatl language that was in a period of changing at the time.  Influences of other peoples moving into the regions were changing and altering the language of the Toltec.  At the same time the Toltec were influencing and changing the cultures of the immigrants to their lands. 

The Toltec greatly influenced the cultures of both the Aztec and Mayan societies.  The Toltec militarily absorbed the Maya and in doing so created the great city of Chichen Itza, with architectural design that even today modern man has difficulties fathoming.  The Maya looked upon the Toltec with great reverence and respect.  In the language that developed from a Blend of Maya and Hahuatl the word Toltec became the word Mayan culture used for Sorcerer.  As time progressed the Great Aztec Empire evolved from the Toltec, Mayan, and Aztec cultures that all seemed to blend together and became known by the name of the majority, the Aztecas.   In the Aztec language that evolved from a blending of the other two plus the Aztecan speech, the word Toltec became the word Aztec would use for Artisan, or Creator.  

As time progressed and the Central American Culture became predominantly known as the Aztec Empire, the Toltec became part of the mythology of Central America.  The Toltec had become the Sorcerers, the Seers, those that spoke to the gods, the Wazi, Great Wizards.  Aztec priests became known as Toltec.  

This absorption into Culture by the Toltec could be due to their abilities to predict or foresee what was becoming of their own peoples.  Their populations was diminishing and in order to maintain ancient technologies and secret knowing's a decision was made, "If you can't beat them, join them." So they shared their knowledge with each following culture that would absorb or be absorbed by them.  This is the question, who did the absorbing?  

In the modern world there are many societies that lay claim to the title, "Toltec."  Brought into popularity in the late 60's and early 70's by the author, Carlos Castaneda, Toltec became a term for, "A man of Knowledge."  Almost a direct reflection of the blended Mayan and Aztecan languages.  

What then is, "A Man of Knowledge?"  We could be literal with with the words and take it as read, a person that knows stuff.  But, that sort of goes, Nowhere quick.  "A Man of Knowledge," then becomes someone who walks outside the standard path of normal society.  He/she is a person who gains their living information through the observation of things most can not see.  Reflecting on the relationship to that knowledge with the majority vs. the minority.  After much watching, listening, and reflecting the knowledge comes to the observer who can then decide to share or not the knowledge observed or experienced.  In that way the Toltec are indeed the Sorcerers, the seers of modern society.

To become, "A Man of Knowledge" is to take a step away from the fears that bind us to the normal and the restrains of the majority.  We separate ourselves from the easily traveled path to the difficult path of enlightenment and awaken the Us inside the We.  We experience the Death of Ego and free from Karma, to borrow a term from the Hindu.  We become the Shaman.

Peace and Balance,


Thursday, November 3, 2022

The Potato

The potato is one of the main staples in the United States.  It is a root that is native to the Americas and the secret additional part of the Three Sisters plus one,  maize, beans, squash, and potatoes.  Generally when you think of Native American food you think of the Three Sisters, Maize, (Corn), Beans, and Squash of all kinds, but what is left out that actually occupies a greater portion of the pot is the potato.  

The potato wasn't actually a staple in Ireland until the English brought it back from the Americas.  The English couldn't figure the potato out and gave it to the Irish in hopes of getting rid of a problem, the potato.  The Irish figured it out and the rest is legend.  Ireland became so enthralled with the potato that several excellent dishes were developed and the potato for many generations became the main crop of the Misty Isle.  This is one of the main causes of the potato blight.  Over planting, and poor farming technique.  Pretty soon, no potatoes which cost many lives and started a migration that eventually lead to the fact that there are more Irish folks in the United States than there are in Ireland.  Followed the potato home.

Potatoes are fun food.  You can do so much with a potato, and create many wonderful dishes of goodness.  One of my favorites is a potato hash that I've mastered through practice and taste testing.  Take 6 or 7 potatoes, peel them and chop them into bite sized chunks and place in a preheated frying pan with good slab of butter.  Add a few dashes of Garlic salt, Basil, Kosher salt, and Black Pepper, and let begin to brown.  Chop up a couple of large white or yellow onions and add to the potatoes.  Let cook together.  When the spuds start to brown add a chopped up Kielbasa, of your own choice and cover.  This takes about 45 minutes to cook.  The last few minutes uncover to let brown more and release the steam.  Serve with salsa or ketchup or whatever catches your fancy.  Eatem up yum.  

Potatoes are also very good for you.  The Starch in a potato helps to regulate cholesterol levels, it helps maintain proper sugar absorption, and helps keep caloric regulation normal.  However, that's not an excuse to over indulge in the potato because to much of a good thing is no longer a good thing, ya know Vern.  

So to you I say during the Native American Heritage Month, enjoy your potatoes, with a good helping of the Three Sisters, Maize, Beans, and Squash, your health and your bod will appreciate you.

Peace and Balance,


Wednesday, November 2, 2022

Books, the Portals to Infinity.

 Most High School Text books published in this country are written way above the reading levels of the standard High School student.  Academically the text book is written at a level that presumably the student is at during the presenting of the material in the book.  However, most High School students in this country read at about a 5 to 6th grade level upon graduation, and that level is declining.  

The average adult in the United States reads, if they are readers, at about the 9th grade level, but that to is declining as our students join the massive working class machine.  It seems that as people mature into adult hood so their reading levels improve, possibly due to this maturation if nothing else.  

School libraries have been whittled down to the main hub of technology driven devices like the Chrome Book, and other Lap Top computers as well as the repair and maintenance of these devises.  The School libraries are slowly down stocking their inventory of paper reading materials, books, papers, and periodicals, for the replacement reading opportunities that the World Wide Web offers from one of these electronic items.  

I am a lover of the old fashioned book.  I like the tactile experience.  I like the smell of a new book.  I like the feel of a new book.  I particularly like finding real old books that society may have forgotten about stashed in the back of a library in a hidden corner on a never dusted shelf.  This experience wakens the old Wizard in me and learning of historical documents begins.  Books are the stuff of magic, the stuff of legend, the stuff of the future, past, present, and what may or may not be.  Books are our conduits to places we would otherwise never walk unless we had the book to tickle our imaginations.  

It is a sad day when a school librarian looks you in the eye and tells you that the books are all being replaced by technology.  This has happened, and I quake in fear at the prospect of a society of people who have forgotten what a Book is.  

If you have a library of your own, as I do, protect it, read it, get to know it, and enjoy it.  When the Moral Majority appears at your door with torch and a can of fuel in hand fight them off with the biggest baddest book you can find and don't let them in.  For right around the corner lurks our Doom.

Peace and Balance,


Tuesday, November 1, 2022

Is Putin in Charge?


This morning as I wandered to work I happen to look at the price of heating oil advertised upon the CN Brown's pole.  It is presently $5.79 per gallon.  I am not relishing the idea of having to purchase some of that stuff.  However, my better judgement is telling me to add some more to the tank.  I bought some oil less than a month ago at $4.67 a gallon.  In less than a month that's a hell of a hike, and it's only going up from here.

Russia has stopped the shipping of foods stuff from the Ukraine by causing a blockade of the large seaports in the Black Sea.  No food going out, and people begin starving all over the globe.  Turns out Ukraine is one of the major food basket countries on the planet.  Out of 169 regions world wide that import grains and oils, 139 of them rely on Ukraine.  The story gets bleak.

As of this morning the Russians have started leaking some of the supplies out of the Black Sea.  Russia is weaponizing food.  Using it as a torcher tool on the rest of the world.  Just let enough out to get a dependence started then shut them off.  They have become the Pusher of political Europe. 

It has recently been said that Putin is an Old School Communist.  Mr. Putin is not a Communist, Mr. Putin is an old fashioned down to earth Fascist.  He wants to rule Russia, and the rest of Europe with an iron fist.  He has been compared to Franco of Spain.  Has Russia become a Francoist regime?  It seems so, he has a habit of quietly killing all those who oppose his idealism.  

Some of Russia's best Generals are no longer speaking.  They have followers, small armies at their disposal.  They may not be trained very well, but I'd bet if push comes to shove they'd wage war with the Kremlin just to oust Her Putin.  Or, an assassin could be sent.  The old school killer type that only Putin can understand as that's his old business.  

Are the world governments going to let this sort of thing happen again, or have we had enough?  If NATO got involved fully in a war with Russia, she would have 25 minutes to live.

Peace and Balance,