Mostly in-my-head or out-of-my-mind wanderings and musings. The world according to Turtle Island Nomad: which may have nothing to do with your reality. This one is on the ride of her life. Aren't we all ... whether we know it or not.
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
We all know the story of how to make frog soup. You put the frog in a pot of cool water. Turn the heat on low. It warms so slowly the little frog is not worried at all. By the time frog starts becoming very hot the frog has been lulled and made drowsy by slowly increasing warmth. He does not have the strength to fight and jump out of the pot. He would have easily jumped out when the water was cool ... but he thought it was a great little pond. HE IGNORED THE WARNING SIGNS... perhaps he even made excuses for the changes so he could enjoy the warm water just a little longer.
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We are those frogs. We are ignoring the warning signs even as they become blaringly obvious. Earthquakes are growing stronger. Hurricanes are growing ever more deadly. Tornados are coming thru in greater frequency. Tsunami is becoming an everyday word related to frequency of occurance. We have gravely injured the Mother and her body is convulsing.
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For your consideration here, a few of the two-legged produced disasters contributing to the injury of Mother Earth:
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Oxygen levels have been slowly dropping over the centuries as we turn The Mother Earth into a parking lot destroying the living plants who are her lungs. The O2 is dropping slowly and we do not notice. The water of our pond grows warm.
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Earth's blood, the waters of the Earth grow more polluted daily. A few years ago you would have laughed if someone had suggested you would be buying water by the bottle to have it pure. The pollution is rising and some are just starting to notice. The water of our pond grows warmer.
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We used to produce only living plants to feed ourselves and our little brothers and sisters who share the earth with us. These plants would produce new plants when their seeds were nutured by the mother in the fecund earth. Now many of the plants we grow have been genetically modified so they are no longer capable of producing life. This is because these modified seeds are a parody of life. It looks like food. It may taste like food. But it lacks the life force given to us by The Mother to reproduce itself. We are slowly getting used to these pretend foods. The water is becoming quite hot and many still do not notice.
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The Mother though gravely injured will survive and ultimately over millenia heal. It remains to be seen if the two-leggeds who think they are human beings will be alive to see that day. It may be too late for us to survive. However, you may want to consider pulling yourself out of the lethargy induced by the ease and comfort this lifestyle has produced. You may want to consider making a stand for change ... consider getting out of the soup. It will not be easy, the changes needed are huge. It may be too little and too late ... but maybe not. Add prayer to the mix and all things can change.
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
What do you think goes on in the mind of a human baby? What do you think goes on in the mind of a member of the cat nation? I would expect Raja (the cat) to want nothing to do with (the little human boy of 10 months of age) Kai. I would expect the little boy Kai to pull Raja's fur. However that is just not the case. The cat actually seeks Kai out. The cat will call to Kai to get his attention. Kai did not need major teaching to understand the importance of being gentle with this old gramma cat (Yes, Raja though a typically male name is a female cat. You need to ask Starr about the naming process here).
Kai's mom, Starr was one who has always been comfortable with life. I remember taking her to an ashram when she was about 5 or 6 years old. In a quiet side garden there was a coy pond. She became quiet looking at the coy. she put her little hand in the water making an upturned cup with her hand and fingers under the water. numerous little fish swam into her hand and just sat quietly. The fish were not nibbling at her fingers. They were just sitting quietly. Others in our party tried the same 'trick' but none of us obtained the same response from the fish. So.
When Starr was about two years old and just learning to express herself well i thought i would ask her about her memories of being born. i was a la leche league leader surrounded by conversations on birth and nursing and so had an interest in her perception of birth. Also she had been exposed to pregnancy and birth so i was cautious of blindly believing her story (if she had one) of what it was like to be born. What she told me stunned me ... in a good way.
We were sitting on the couch in our living room. Just Starr and i - no one else around to distract us.
i asked starr, "Do you remember what it was like being born?"
Starr nodded and said, "Yes."
"What was it like?" i asked.
She held her head in her hands and said, "Hurt."
"It hurt being born?" i asked.
Starr nodded yes.
i asked, "So, what did you want to do?"
She responded, "i wanted to go back."
i assumed where she wanted to 'go back' was to the womb, but i asked her, "Where did you want to go?"
Starr became very still and she looked at me with the eyes of an ancient being. Then without a word while maintaining focused eye contact with me she very carefully placed her index finger at the point of the third eye.
Maybe there were more questions to be asked. But the ancient eyes looking at me with powerful focused intention stilled my tongue. My little daughter had said it all. I interpreted her actions to tell me she wanted to return to at-one-ment with Creator and Creation.
So perhaps Starr's children will have a similiar understanding of Creation and Creator. Maybe.
i do think, little 10 month old Kai hanging out with the gramma cat is a good start.