~A Mermaid's Tale~
~A Wyld Sea Witch surrendering to the Ninth Wave of the Goddess ~Archive for feral
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
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)
Empowered by the Goddess Danu
I walked the shore yesterday as I always do, but it was a day of inner turmoil, questing and seeking answers . I sat on my rock at high tide, watching the waves for a time then closing my eyes, and as usual I opened them to find a seal gazing into mine…This happens every time I walk there now..a sea blessing in so many ways a connection to my Grandmother also, who would call to the seals and they would come and listen to her singing.
So I called to the Goddess and asked for her to converse with me, to send some special energy, some wisdom and a name came through..one I have come across before but when I came home and did my reading I realised just how appropriate she was for this time..
from this wonderful source here you will learn more.
http://www.orderwhitemoon.org/goddess/Danu.html
and from here comes this extract
http://www.pyramidcompany.com/CJT/index_GoddessDanu.htm
I feel so blessed and guided
~Who Is Goddess Danu . . .
Goddess Danu is considered the most ancient of all Celtic Deities. Her name means knowledge, wisdom, teacher, wealth and abundance. She is also known as Dana and as her Welsh equivalent, Don.
Some references have her as so ancient that she is both goddess and god and refer to Danu as an all-encompassing Divine Source.
This multi-faceted aspect of the Divine Feminine is experienced as the air we breathe, as the river that nourishes all of life, as the bounty and abundance of earth and as the cosmic energy of universal wisdom.
A Triple Goddess, which means she is able to take the form of the Maiden, the Mother or the Crone, and a Divine Lady who is the essence of the earth, the air and the essence of water, Danu is able to embody the form/energy suited the situation. Here she brings the power of versatility and teaches us to honor and respect diversity within ourselves and within others and reminds us to honor each stage of our physical life.
Goddess Danu is strongly associated with the Tuatha de Dannan, which means “The Children of Danu.” The Tuatha de Dannan are believed to have been the wise ones, the alchemists of ancient Ireland. Some references have them as actual descendants of Danu. It is believed that when the Gaelics invaded Ireland, the Tuatha de Dannan shape shifted to the Sidhe (shee) who are considered the “farey folk” or the Leprechauns of Ireland. Danu will act as a Divine Ambassador to the Elemental Kingdoms, providing platforms for positive interactions with the Leprechauns and the Faery Folk.
Some of Danu’s symbols include holy stones, horses – particularly mares, seagulls, fish, amber, gold, royalty/empress, rivers, sea, flowing water, air, wind, earth, moon, keys and crowns.
Danu is commonly considered the first Great Mother of Ireland, Divine Creator aspect of the Goddess who birthed all things into being. She is an Earth Goddess, associated with fertility, growth, plenty, abundance, agriculture, cultivation and with nurturing of the land.
Rivers, flowing water and the sea are also Danu’s Domain. Within this water form she wields the magic of Divine Flow. This River Goddess offers to clear stagnant energy and to remove blockages so that our efforts easily flow into fruition. As the river eventually flows into the sea, here Danu brings motivation to move within the direction of our dreams.
Danu brings the attributes of inspiration, intellect, change and transcendence within her aspect as a Goddess of Air. As a Cosmic Goddess, Danu is the essence of Universal Wisdom and Divine Knowledge. She knows the secrets of Divine Alchemy and Divine Magic and reminds us that through our Oneness to the Divine Source, there really are no “secrets,” we are essentially one with All Encompassing Universal Wisdom.
Within all her forms Danu brings the reminder that the power to create the life that we desire resides within us. She reminds us that we are innately attuned with the wisdom of our Ascended Self, and through the integrity of our Divine Essential Self our power is always aligned with Purity of Purpose.~
In Irish, the name means “swift flowing.” The root “dan” means “knowledge” in Gaelic. In Welsh “dan-“ means “low ground” or “moist earth.” The name Danu seems cognate with the Sanskrit, “Dana” which means “waters of heaven.” In Hindu, Danu means “unknown.”
In Celtic Mythology, the Goddess Danu was the mother Goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann (The Tribes of Danu). The Hindu Goddess Danu appears in the Vedic story “The Churning of the Oceans,” as the goddess of the primordial waters of creation.
Danu
She is a river,
Her blood flows down across the Land.
Her whispering lips birth her names into the void:
Danu
Danand
Don
Listen to the voice:
Deep as a well that vanishes into the darkness, echoing with secret desires
With sighs that bring both pleasure and pain,
Washing away death with life.
In her arms she carries all lives into the cradle of the Earth:
Embracing our bones,
Like shining pieces of stone.
Praise to Danu
“Danu rolls in the midst of never-ceasing currents flowing without a rest forever onward”1
The Rig-Veda translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith, 1889. Peter Myers, January 15, 2002
Praise to Danu
“Danu rolls in the midst of never-ceasing currents flowing without a rest forever onward”1
The Rig-Veda translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith, 1889. Peter Myers, January 15, 2002
