~A Mermaid's Tale~
~A Wyld Sea Witch surrendering to the Ninth Wave of the Goddess ~Love is a Web of Light
In every story , that is our lives, the narrative within you is part of the microcosm, within the macrocosm.
Your uniqueness spirals out from you, like quintessence, an energetic pulse of light that seeks to know.
That seeks to love.
Your minds voice address the world each day, the usual inner dialogue..
the demands are great upon waking, the worries the tensions, the needs of others,
all the clamoring mouths,
the awareness of great suffering in a silent scream that echos.
So quiet that voice that is yours
and instead of letting it re tell the same old story ,
listen with your eyes,
look deep into the world you see unfurl around you
a reflection of who you are
can you see the details?
let them take you into the moment,
inside the core of it,
the trace of sleep in your child’s eyes as she rubs it away
the way the skin wrinkles and stretches under her palm,
the taste of fresh soft bread..with a hint of saltiness,
the deep lines of age on your Mothers face
A lovers last words to you, his voice, the way he held you.
All part of your story , that stretches back and forward
its spine flexing through time, stretching out to the dark unknown.
being written by you,
for you and for me,
you are within my story
as I am within yours
as you read these words and know
that they flow from a greater story
bowed on the string that is my hearts note
Its being told through every pulse of light
through every myth and word and deed that comes from longing
because
love is a web of light
and
we are all connected
The Ninth Wave
http://www.thesilverbranch.org/ninthwave/journey.html
I just signed up to do this course, a journey I hope I will be worthy of and will grow through.
See my other post here http://feralandwild.wordpress.com/2009/11/06/empowered-by-the-goddess-danu/
this happened on a day of great contemplation and was an answer to some deeper questions..
Link here, I have updated all with links that work now.
http://www.thesilverbranch.org/ninthwave/ this is the home of the course by the wonderful Lunaea Weatherstone and MaryScarlett Amaris
Giving Thanks
This first song and this woman had a huge impact on me many years ago as a young Scot reading up about what happened in the world. I was in my early teens and when I first heard her and saw her and was immediately smitten with her, more inspiring to me than any so called pop star.. and she and her voice led me on a journey, I read Bury my Heart, I read about the clearances in my country and felt the shame and the horror. I saw the lies of Hollywood saw the machinery of the great lie in action .
I still read about and grieve for what we are loosing in Indigenous cultures the world over, for along with the people we lose the spirit and the knowledge of the land they have tended..we lose the wild in them also.. we lose and have lost , so much, that it is incomprehensible and incalculable the repercussions for generations to come.
She still has such fire in her, it seems even more so , I was thrilled to receive this new song in a link from Sorrow ( thank you my anam cara) She is still an activist, still with fire in her belly and I really hope her voice is heard.
I give thanks to her for her inspiration..I give thanks for so much more each day . Blessings .
Now that your big eyes have finally opened
Now that you’re wondering how must they feel
Meaning them that you’ve chased across America’s movie screens
Now that you’re wondering how can it be real
That the ones you’ve called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in their splendor
You’ve asked for my comment I simply will render
My country ’tis of thy people you’re dying
Now that the longhouses breed superstition
You force us to send our toddlers away
To your schools where they’re taught to despise their traditions
You forbid them their languages, then further say
That American history really began
When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress
That the nation of leeches that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best
And yet where in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this country’s birth
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed
How a nation of patriots returned to their earth
And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thud Over Kinzua mud
And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year
My country ’tis of thy people you’re dying
Hear how the bargain was made for the West
With her shivering children in zero degrees
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest
Oh well, blankets for land is a bargain indeed
And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected
From smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day
And the tribes were wiped out and the history books censored
A hundred years of your statesmen have felt it’s better this way
And yet a few of the conquered have somehow survived
Their blood runs the redder though genes have paled
From the Gran Canyon’s caverns to craven sad hills
The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale
From Los Angeles County to upstate New York
The white nation fattens while others grow lean
Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean
My country ’tis of thy people you’re dying
The past it just crumbled, the future just threatens
Our life blood shut up in your chemical tanks
And now here you come, bill of sale in your hands
And surprise in your eyes that we’re lacking in thanks
For the blessings of civilization you’ve brought us
The lessons you’ve taught us, the ruin you’ve wrought us
Oh see what our trust in America’s brought us
My country ’tis of thy people you’re dying
Now that the pride of the sires receives charity
Now that we’re harmless and safe behind laws
Now that my life’s to be known as your “heritage”
Now that even the graves have been robbed
Now that our own chosen way is a novelty
Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory
Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that you’ve never seen
That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
They were never no more than carrion crows
Pushed the wrens from their nest, stole their eggs, changed their story
The mockingbird sings it, it’s all that he knows
“Ah what can I do?” say a powerless few
With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye
Can’t you see that their poverty’s profiting you
My country ’tis of thy people you’re dying
Buffy Sainte-Marie on Rainbow Quest with Pete Seeger (Episode 38)
Category: Music
Buffy Sainte Marie – No No Keshagesh
I never saw so many business suits.
Never knew a dollar sign that looked so cute.
Never knew a junkie with a money jones:
He’s singing, “who’s selling park place. who’s buying boardwalk”?
These old men they make their dirty deals.
Go in the back room and see what they can steal.
Talk about your beautiful and spacious skies.
It’s about uranium; it’s about the water rights.
Put mother nature on a luncheon plate.
They cut her up and call it real estate.
Want all the resources and all of the land.
They make a war over it: blow things up for it.
The reservation now is poverty row.
There’s something cooking and the lights are low.
Somebody’s trying to save our mother earth.
I’m gonna help them to save it,
To sing it and bring it
Singing: no no keshagesh:
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
No, no, no, no keshagesh
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
No, no, no, no keshagesh
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
No, no, no, no keshagesh
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
Ole columbus he was looking good,
When he got lost in our neighborhood.
Garden of eden right before his eyes.
Now it’s all spy ware: now it’s all income tax.
Ole’ brother midas looking hungry today.
What he can’t buy he’ll get some other way.
Send in the troopers if the natives resist.
Old, old story boys, that’s how you do it boys.
Look at these people; ah they’re on a roll.
Gonna have it all, gonna have complete control.
Want all the resources and all of the land.
They’ll break the law for it: blow things up for it.
When all our champions are off in the war,
Their final rip off here and is always on.
Mr. greed i think your time has come.
We’re gonna sing it and pray it and live it then say it.
Singing: no no keshagesh:
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
No, no, no, no keshagesh
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
No, no, no, no keshagesh
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
No, no, no, no keshagesh
You can’t do that no more, (no more, no more no more)
