~A Mermaid's Tale~
~A Wyld Sea Witch surrendering to the Ninth Wave of the Goddess ~Archive for wild
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)
The wolf of velvet fortune
The Beau Brummels – The Wolf of Velvet Fortune
The air is full of strangeness,
An unfamiliar breeze blows
From deep within a forest.
I think I’ll go to see.
What’s this before me
In shadows where no wind blows?
A crying, frightened flower
Without a gentle breeze.
She’s crying for the sunlight,
That shadow left behind him.
She’s crying for the coolness
Of wind she’s never seen.
The day is getting longer.
The day is slowly dark now.
The moon a silver bubble
That watches all it sees.
Delight! Delight!
The wolf of velevet fortune is upon his merry flight!
Goodnight! Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night!
Delight!
The flower speaks in silence.
She bends herself in sorrow.
His eyes behold her wildness,
Electrifies the air.
He moves the earth around her,
Confiding her with whispers.
He takes her from the shadows
And thickness that is there.
Swiftly! Swiftly!
Through the brush and bramble land
Under! Over!
Flashing in and out, they fly!
Moonlight! Moonlight!
See the bright star shining so
Clearly! Clearly!
Floating in the sky!
He brings her to a meadow
where the grass is tall and waving.
A tear comes to her eye
As she looks upon her throne.
And in a distant murmur,
A breeze begins its blowing.
The sun begins its rising.
The velvet wolf has flown.
Delight! Delight!
The wolf of velevet fortune is upon his merry flight!
Goodnight! Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night!
This came to me like a message the way things do , sometimes so apt. A post will follow that perhaps will only mean something to me and no one else..but I was walking in the woods on Wednesday and given wisdom and advice and guidance there… during turbulent times its reassuring to be warned and protected.
