Why does man climb rhe mouneain? Because ir'a rhere of course. The mountaun becomes that impossible challange that ddrives man onward and yes, upward beyond the limits of everyday mundane things into the relms of the imagination to his dreams into the creative source where he can comune with God and embrace the Christ Jesus and prove that miracles are real Amen
Peace and Balance,
John
The vthroughalue of Family is unmeasurable. I have been going through a burning of the spirit. Because of my recent diagnosis of Brain cancer I can feel stronger the forces of mt family surrounding meq and guiding me to higher purposes. My Beautiful wife Romona and I share a gem in our Son Lee who helped me finely get this blog back and functional. Lee is and has been an angel for me these past few datys. I dote on him because I am so proud of who he has made himself to be. He is no longer a chid but, a true man of hte north. We will walk the Red road together and I will induct him into the "Family guisness, so to speak, he to will be Shaman. a Medicine carrier as his mother is. I am so proud of who he is. FAmily is the pivitol point of any tribal society. The out pouring to us fromour community and extrended family is miraculous and gives me the face of Jesus in my minds eye to call friend and family. For my wife, and our Son Lee who has become my hero. The love I hold for these two beautiful people is unmtched.
To our community I thank you eternaly.
MOna my bride and Lee our son, let's walk the Red Road Together.
Peace and Balance,
John Grandmaster, "School of the Silent Warrior.
I occasionally have interesting discussions about whether or not I believe in God, or a God. It usually starts when I reach my threshold for dealing with ignorance and question back Christians that try telling me that anyone who does not believe in their definition of an all prevailing Deity and His Son are all damned to some imaginary Hell fire and eternal death. I do not believe in Hell, nor do I believe that some self important human being has the ability to Damn me to anything. As I have recently learned from a more learned individual than I, "I Am Not this Mind, I Am Not this Body."
Let me use Buddhist teachings to explain a science behind the above statement. Buddha is the Mind. (Fullness) Dharma is the Breath that guides Buddha. (the Mind) And Sungha is Body, the vessel that accepts guidance. I Am, an island unto myself... Or, I AM...
To a Buddhist there is no religion, only I AM and the teachings to arrive there. It's a science. Similar for a Taoist, a Hindu, a Yogi, and even the advanced Taiji master. All are a science to arrive at a destination free from the confines of another's trappings.
So, the question, Do I believe in God? Of Course I do. However, possibly not your understanding of God. I am a Pantheist. I believe God is the collective of everything, and we, the ones that have the ability to think, theorize, rationalize, Imagine, and feel all the wonderful emotions of existence, are the heart and mind of God.
If you want to Damn me for my beliefs, well that's ok. I'll wait for you to mature...
Peace and Balance,
John
I have a predilection for BS. Amongst the many flaws of my nature, I have spent a lifetime searching out and dealing with my human ability to screw up at any drop of a hat, cap, scarf, screwdriver, what ever happens to fall from my mitts. I have larger than average mitts.
I was gifted by the great wind gods the ability to tell a grand tale. I grew up listening and learning how to weave a story from the fabric of nature and the energies of those around me. I know how to read my environment.
Sometimes when weaving tales of mirth and mayhem, the listener begins to hear the truth woven within the story. I have set out to spread the impossible truths of life and the nature of it through the telling of these woven spontaneous tales of, "BS". This is one of my faults of nature. My nature has within it a great love of humanity. I cry at the pains of children I don't know, and I worry about the fears of friends I barely know, and I tell their stories. Sometime these stories aren't recognizable until the very end, then a little, "poof" happens within the listening brain. Let's hope I'm not the cause of spontaneous aneurism.
Flaws of Nature aren't righted by ignoring them, instead the proper extinction of the flaw in nature is to look straight at it. Gaze the demon in the eye and attack it with the frontal assault of truth. Change your BS to truth and watch the uncomfortable squirms of those who listen and understand what is being told. Tales of wonder, stories of myth weaved around the truth like a cloak of many colors, dreams.
History is woven into this coat. Stories started being told when man first stood taller than the grass and uttered his first word. It wasn't, "Uhg". It was, "Uhg, what a mess". Then he promptly ran to the tree where is wife and children resided and started telling the tale of the history up to that point, "Uhg" was just about It.
That tale, that wonderous story started then and through the magic of the spoken word began taking on a life of it's own. The players changed as the story changed the cultures telling the tale. The truth became myth, and woven into the BS was the truth. Millenia have passed and that tale, the original story that started with an, "Uhg", became the history of human kind and it's many versions, the religions of the world. Tales of man, the flaws of nature.
You see, my predilection for BS has become the time honored attribute of all tellers of the historic tale. All who know truth upon seeing it and hearing, all who have the courage to share this truth within a cloak of dreams for the listener to find on his own have the god given gift and responsibility to face the demon within themselves and bombard it with this tale. So when it runs from the truth, the truth is presented to all who hear.
Today's modern tale is spoken, and written in the many venues given by the digital demiurge. Our supreme being is now loose on Google and the stories are being told by an artificial voice. We have evolved?
I have many flaws. Each one is being handled through a straight eye fearlessly brought to justice. Knowing truth, and speaking truth, brings a certain reality to each listener and reader. This collective is the nature of our Creator.
Peace and Balance,
John
Sometimes we pray, sometimes we talk, sometimes we just sit and stare at the sky. When there is a calling, whatever is called for comes in a manner that may or may not be predetermined by the Cosmos. We, either by plan or by fate, ask for and beseech the universe for its help in healing the whole often through the one.
It is the intention that when energies are collected they be sent to the whole and focused on the one. That is, that universal energies are sent to those who need healing with the great thanks of those doing the asking.
Sounds all very convoluted, but intention is everything, and attention is crucial. Your mind, as my mind, is part of the universal mind. So when you focus on a thing the universe focuses on a thing. When you think of a thing the universe thinks of that thing. When you ask a question, the universe answers that question.
If I say out loud that something will be done, and I believe it will be done with my entire being, then it will be done. Thy Will Be Done.
Sometimes we Pray, Sometimes we Speak, Sometimes we sit and Intention travels skyward. Belief in the Self, the Universe, and God will make it So. Mitakuye Oyatsin Hetchetu Yelo, HO, So Mote It Be, Amen.
Peace and Balance,
John
When we are young the world is wonderous, a magical place where all possibilities play out through our imagination and play. All things are real to a child. Then we crawl into that time when we say to ourselves, loud enough for other's to hear, "It's not cool to play, it's not cool to believe." then secretly we still play. Often we have a friend to share this time with. This friend is either real or imaginary, all's good.
Then comes a morning when we wake. Our imaginary friends are gone and our non-imaginary friends are standing beside us. We are no longer waging war with mom and dad, we are engaging with mom and dad sometimes following, sometimes leading in a shared direction to a shared dream. Possibly somewhere along this path, you and your friend will present to Mom and Dad two copies of yourselves, and they become Grand-mom, and Grand-dad. And your copies start their own journey's.
There comes a time when you are holding the hand of Grand-mom and Grand-dad walking in the original direction. It's your turn to lead. The Moms and Dads are following our wonder and awe. Then you wake holding the hand of your child who is leading you, there is music.
Next stop, who has your hand?
Peace and Balance,
John
