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Perpetual creation? Part 7 perpetuity


 

Perpetuity, from latin Perpetuus, remain in existence or operation in every part of (a place or object).

Would you consider air to be an energy? Neither would I. But would you think that air HAS energy? How could you not?

If air can move matter, then according to science, it has to have an energy of some kind. Some would argue that air is just gases, and it is the wind that moves solids, but it is all matter. That would be true to an extent, but its not the full description or understanding.

When we speak, sound travels from us to objects through air. Wind blowing can change or deafen that traversing of sound waves. So, is wind what is blocking it, is it the wind moving the air causing the sound to change?

What is wind, how is it generated, why can it spring up? Some will say wind is produced by the moon pulling on the oceans, that is incorrect.

Why do winds travel different directions north or south of the equator? The current scientific theory is that it is perception, that is wrong. What about the perception from the equator.

A hurricane is not made from perception, neither does a toilet flush by perception. Understanding this, we understand ourselves, and the galaxy we live in.

Is there a black hole in the center of a hurricane? Then why do scientists assume there is a black hole in the center of the galaxy? Is there a black hole in us? There is a saying to “find your center” is to go calm, like the center of a hurricane, or the center of the galaxy.

The truth and the answers are replicated from the smallest to the largest, over and over, so we can see the similarities in the vast differences. If we ever get to the point where we find peace with each other, which requires seeing the similarities in the vast differences, then we will get to the point where we find peace in our environment.

Creator didn’t just make one thing and move on to the next. The entirety of creation is beautiful in every way, even the conceptualization of it is a work of art so interwoven, complex, and simple, it boggles the mind.

Creator made things to show us other things far bigger than we are, and those things show us tiny parts of ourselves.

The hurricane is the galaxy, but the making of the hurricane is the battle inside us all.

The cold and the warm, wind and water, mixing together, is the same as the dark and light in us. Each has it’s place, and without proper balance will create great destruction, just like the hurricanes are doing now.

Protect and provide, that is the corral that the darkness must be kept to. When someone comes to kill or greatly harm, they must be removed so they cannot hurt again. This removing is a darkness, but it is a needed one. Taking another life is not a light thing, it should weigh heavy on our hearts. But when kept strictly in the boundaries of protect and provide only, it is giving a place in the circle of balance.

My teaching has taught my eyes to see that from the smallest molecule, to the largest galaxy, creator made in each thing a way for every life to know themselves.

We can see our social structures in ants, baboons, wolves, eagles, trees, grasses, buffalo, fish, whales, hurricanes, solar systems, and each other.

But also, the ants, baboons, wolves, eagles, trees, grasses, buffalo, etc. see parts of themselves in us as well. They just haven’t forgotten their place in the circle like so many of us have.

They learn from us still, this can be evidenced all the time if we choose to see it.

My teaching has shown the lack of self center, and the awe of creator center.

Creator did not make just man in its own image, but everything. We are all related to creator and each other.

The perpetuity, is in the little ones and what we teach them.

Species of squid never interact with their little ones, other than to provide the first meal, yet in their genes they pass on all the knowledge the little ones need to survive.

Consider now an absentee mother or father. What do they pass on to their little ones other than pain? What lesson can we learn from the squid that is so very different from us?

Consider also all the little ones, from every living thing, what is passed along to them?

Life itself is perpetuity, but in order for life to sustain, there has to be the full circle. A bowl full of holes will not hold water, neither will the circle we are placed in continue without the full circle. We have to have the insects, molds, fungus, snakes, rats, carrion birds, bone eaters, to make the land fertile enough for us to receive food from it.

For us to perpetuate, we have to allow others to as well.

If mankind dies out, it will not be from the earth striking back, she knows how the circle works. She can make safe havens so small as to sustain what is needed, but not enough for mankind to live.

We will have no place to point the finger but at ourselves, because we are the masters of our own fates, we are the captains of our souls. We are here as a tiny speck in a huge continuing circle. That circle is made to protect and provide, if we step out of that circle, we are on our own.

And merely perpetuating the species, that’s just survival. It’s not living, living is being part of the perpetuation in all aspects.

We cannot think ourselves so grand as to believe that we are above death for food. No one wants to lose a loved one. But knowing the love, is what makes the loss so strong. The stronger the love, the stronger the loss.

We accept the loss of a soldier in war, why is it so hard to accept a loss for something as essential as food?

More later…

 

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Perpetual creation? part 3 survival


 

Chiricahua Apache, Hattie Tom

Chiricahua Apache, Hattie Tom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

When someone uses the word survival, it’s many times tied to images of living off the land, roughing it, bear grilles getting dropped from a helicopter, or some fool tripping over himself in the woods.

 

The survival I’m going to discuss, is the root of the word. Basically, to keep the body alive.

 

In part 3 I discussed life, and rezinate brought some really interesting perspectives which taught me a lot, I hope they do the same for any who read this. The part 4 will hopefully put this into more perspective.

 

In part one I talked about the mind/heart/body connection, and how one thrives or dies depending on the other two. I talked about fuel, and hopefully this part will put that into perspective a little more.

 

Survival, meaning to keep the body alive. Think about that for a minute and ask yourself, what does that truly and fully mean?

 

A person in a coma, that never recovers, the body forced to keep working through machines, that is survival. Old ones that have machines put into their bodies to keep it from failing, but in turn lose their freedom due to being tied to those machines, that is survival.

 

A serial killer, kept alive with no remorse, no caring for another person, that is survival.

 

I began thinking about what this truly meant when I read the story of massai, a Chiricahua warrior arrested with geronimo. His story can be read here, and I would ask that you do so before you finish reading this.

 

So many Americans I have talked to speak of how they want a life, they don’t have a life, they’re stuck. When life is all around them and they never see it, because they are only surviving.

 

Medical science loves to beat its chest about how there have been so many advances that life expectancy has been greatly extended. I say according to whom? If you are using the 28 year life expectancy of the roman empire, than sure. But is it really living or only surviving?

 

If corn only grew from a kernel, grew tall, and died, never having provided food, is that living, or merely sustaining it’s body? To provide bodily fuel is its role in the circle, maybe we are here to provide a different kind of fuel.

 

To see a child so full of life, slowly but surely dim, becoming a flame less candle, is that living?

 

To sit in front of a television and ignore the laughter of the child you provided the seed for, or the woman you planted the seed in, is that living, or merely sustaining the body?

 

And what does that sustaining only the body do to our hearts and minds?

 

We see so many young ones centered around the next app, the next twitter, the next Facebook post. So many complain about how little they know. Whose fault is that? Who was the one that sat in front of the television watching football, and putting them in front of their favorite cartoon just to get some “peace”? What do you think that taught them?

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and nothing inbetween.

 

What struck me like a ton of bricks, as I saw some of massai in myself, was the detachment from society. Another thing that touched my heart so deeply, that it still brings tears, is that as bad and as “wild” as this former man was, he was still able to be brought back to some normalcy by a woman.

 

This woman, Natastale, a white mountain apache woman, was abused terribly by massai, yet still had the strength of self to be a woman, and in time, save herself, by bringing the human back out of massai, if only in short intervals.

 

It struck me so very strongly, and reminded me of many experiences. I realized, for men, society, but more importantly, and I think most importantly, the difference between survival and living, stems from a good woman. Be it a mother, grandmother, sister, friend, wife. They are as rezinate said, our unehlanvhi. What brings light to our darkness. What separates tribes from savages. They are our civility.

 

When we do not respect them, dominate them, attempt the change them, silence them, abuse them, ignore them, we men become just as savage as massai.

 

Natastale is a credit to her people, and I feel a lesson for women today, that so many bad things can happen, yet if they remain true to who they are, there is a great strength and power inside them.

 

But also a lesson for men, that we are nothing but savages attempting to survive without our good women.

 

Addition………………….

 

My sister and mother told me stories of a childhood I can’t remember most of. They told me of a father that did not beat me because my mother provoked him when she saw the anger coming, and would lay on the floor bloodied and broken to save her children. My sister saw the same and would step between me and my father and pull his anger onto her to be beat instead of me. She said she was used to it, and I was so tender hearted she could not bear to see me hurt like she had been.

 

I am crying as I write this because if the pain in my heart from the actions of my father, but also for the love of a mother and sister who would disregard their own safety to protect the little ones. These women are my personal heroes. They are the women warriors I use as an example of strength, determination, fearlessness.

 

They took the pain for me so I would not just survive, but stay living with a strong spirit. Later in life I returned the favor as best as I could. But more than that, I learned that a person cannot overcome great suffering alone. The great suffering brings us down, we need others to bring us up, to give a hand to help us climb out of the hole. But once out of the hole, we must stand on our own feet.

 

By the time I was 10 years old, I was fed up with something I still cannot fully recall. I recall bullies at school and on the bus that my sister stood up to. I recall her scratching a teenage boy in the face and nearly blinding him because he touched her where he shouldn’t have. I recall her beating a boy that was abusing me so badly he had to stay home from school for days. Some would say she went overboard. I say she reacted to a situation she was fed up with. But she never hurt an innocent. She fought against abuse, and protected the innocent.

 

I learned from her and my mother and at 10 stood in front of a boy younger than me to protect him from my father. I do not know what I did other than speaking, but I remember from then on and my father did not hurt anyone in my presence again. I remember the look look of shock and fear on my fathers face. I remember saying “don’t ever touch him again” and I put all the strength of my little spirit into those words.

 

There is a reason we make tribes, tell stories, group together. It isn’t just for protection we group together, it is also for living. Like when my mother and sister protected me, they did so in order for who I was to more than survive, but stay living.

 

It’s far to easy to take a life, it’s much harder to take suffering onto yourself to protect others. But ones like my mother and sister do so without thinking. I learned that from them, and I continue it, and others learn from me.

 

For me that protection teaching came from my mother, for her she says it came from her grandmother, and for her it was from her father.

 

My mother has taught many women to be strong inside to stand up for themselves and others. I try to carry that on, and teach men to use their strength to protect. No man should give his woman no choice other than to take a beating to protect her little ones.

 

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