Saturday, June 30, 2012

“YOUR CIVILIZED SYSTEM IS POOR IN WORDS"

"My Ancestor was right


I came to recognize that the conflict I experienced so intensely was a symptom of a slip that runs through your entire civilization. This split is experienced to differing degrees by almost everyone. It is now threatening our very survival.

From the time of our remotest ancestors until the seventeenth century, it was taken for granted that the world of nature was alive. But in the last three centuries, growing numbers of educated people have come to think of nature as lifeless. This has been the central doctrine of orthodox science - the mechanistic theory of nature.

We have to remember that what are now commonplace assumptions were one controversial theories, rooted in peculiar kinds of theology and philosophy, believed only by a handful of European intellectuals. Through the successes of technology, the mechanistic theory of nature is now triumphant on a global scale; it is built into the official orthodoxy of economic development. It has become a kind of religion. And it has led us to our present crisis.

Science itself has now begun to transcend the mechanistic worldview. The idea that everything is determined in advance has given way to the ideas of in-determinism, spontaneity and chaos. The hard, inert atoms of Newtonian physics have dissolved into structures of vibratory activity. The uncreative world machine has turned into a creative, evolutionary cosmos. Even the laws of nature may not be eternally fixed: they may be evolving along with nature.
Simple though the idea of living nature may sound, it has profound implications. It upsets deep-seated habits of thoughts; it points toward a new kind of science, a new understanding of spirituality… an old relationship between humanity and the living world. We urgently need to find practical ways of re-establishing our conscious sense of connection with living nature. We have No Time to lose.


Matriarchal nature and the desecration of the world

Like human mothers, nature has always evoked ambivalent emotions. She is beautiful, fertile, nurturing, benevolent and generous. But she is also wild, destructive, chaotic, smothering, death dealing- the Mother in her terrifying form, like Nemesis, Hecate or Kali.
The idea of nature as a mechanical inanimate system is in some ways more comforting; it gives a sense that we are in control and gratifyingly confirms our belief that we have risen above primitive animistic ways of thinking. Nature is less frightening if she can be dismissed as a superstition, a poetic turn of phrase or a mythic archetype confined to human minds, while the inanimate natural world remains there for us to exploit.

Although the conquest of nature for the sake of human progress is the official ideology of the modern world, the old intuition of nature as a mother still affects our personal responses.
The very words for nature in European languages are feminine- for example phusis in Greek, natura in Latin, la nature in French, die Natur in German. The latin world natura literally meant « birth ». The Greek world phusis came from the root phu whose primary meaning was also connected with birth. Thus our words physics and physical like nature and natural have their origins in the mothering process.

In the animist beliefs (nowadays called mythologies), the great mother has many aspects. She was the original source of the universe and its laws and the ruler of nature, fate, time, eternity, truth, wisdom, justice, love, birth and death. She was Earth, Gaia, the mother of the sun, like Nun or Astarte. She was natura, the goddess Nature and she had many other silent names and images as the mother and matrix and sustaining force of All Thing.

These feminine associations play an important part in our thinking; our conception of nature is intertwined with ideas about the relations between women and men, between animals and gods, and between the feminine and the masculine in general. If we prefer to reject these traditional sexual associations, what are the alternatives to the idea of nature as organic, alive and mother like ? One is that nature consists of nothing but inanimate matter in motion. But in this case we only deny the mother principle by being unaware of it; the very word for matter is derived from the same root as mother- in Latin the corresponding words are material and mater- and the whole ethos of materialism is permeated with maternal metaphors.
 The conception of nature as a machine brings another set of metaphors into play. Many mechanists assume that this way of thinking is uniquely objective, whereas they see the idea of living nature as anthropocentric, nothing but a projection of human ways of thinking onto the inanimate world around him. But surely the machine metaphor is more anthropocentric than the organic. The only machines we know of are man-made. Machine making is a uniquely human activity, and a relatively recent one too. The 17th. And 18th. Century conception of God as the designer and creator of the world machine cast him in the image of technological man. And in attempting to see all aspects of nature as machine like, we only project current technologies onto the world supposed to be around us.

We cannot help thinking in terms of metaphors, analogies, models and images; they are embedded in the language and in the very structure of our thought. Both animistic and mechanistic thinking are metaphoric. But whereas mythic and animistic thinking depends on organic metaphors drawn by the processes of life, mechanistic thinking depends on metaphors drawn from man-made machinery.

Since the earth is our immediate home, Earth was recognized before the wider domain of Nature was conceived of on a cosmic scale to include the vast expanse of the heavens. The image of earth as a mother is found in all aboriginal cultures, all over the world. In the late 19 century, this is how a man of the Wanapum tribe explained why he refused to till the ground :
Shall I take a knife and tear my mother’s bosom ? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest. You ask me to dig for stone! Shall I dig under her skin for her bones ? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be again. You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it, and be rich like white men! But how dare I cut off my mother’s hair?

The Truth is


Upon for success, were derived from the Powers of the Thunderers 


The “swift-flying-birds” promised to endow the warriors with the ability to travel as fast as they can fly, and, if the braves were defeated, they were empowered to put on bird skins and escape by flight. The buffalo gave them his strength and courage, and the weasel agreed to help them stalk their foes even as he pursued his game. He said that they should be as successful in taking scalps as he is in capturing his prey. The pine snake promised that they should have his skill to hide away in the undergrowth to spy upon the enemy, or to escape if they should be hard pressed.

When the animals had completed their donations, the sun and the morningstar gathered the presents into a bundle, sent for the thunderbirds and gave it to them to transmit to the children of men.

A young man named Watakwuna sorrowed because of the reverses his people were suffering at the hands of thier ravonous enemies. So sad was he that he blackened his face with charcoal and retired to an isolated spot to fast and pray. His entreaties reached the ears of the sun and his

lieutenant the morningstar. According to their instructions, the I’namakiwuk, or thunderers, took pity on him, and sent him word to come to them.

He was told to take a straight course westward across the ocean until he came to an island of rock projecting high above the surrounding waters.Here the vision told him he would find the thunderers. When Watakwuna awoke from his vision he was overjoyed, but yet afraid. He made a sacrifice to the Powers Above and to the offering he invited seven pure young men who had never used tobacco or known women. When these youths were gathered in his medicine lodge Watakwuna offered tobacco to the thunderers as a preliminary service and then explained the purpose of the ceremony to his guests, relating his dream and hissubsequent fears. The revelation made a profound impression upon the young men, who believed his words, and after some discussion, they resolved to accompany Watakwuna on his westward journey to the home of the Ina’makiwuk. Accordingly, the little party, headed by Watakwuna, set forth for the west. The journey was toilsome and the way beset with perils. Often the adventurers were tempted to turn back, but always, when it seemed as Watakwttna, Club-in-his-hand, a “brave name,” one of the type bestowed on valiant warriors. Though human strength and courage could hold out no longer, spirits would appear to them and lure them on, until at length they reached the shore of the Western Ocean. Here they paused, unable to proceed, for they did not know how to go across the water. At this point the thunderers appeared again to Watakwuna in a vision and instructed him to build an elm bark canoe, the first one ever known to man, and the prototype from which all subsequent canoes were modeled.

When the boat was built by Watakwiina and his seven helpers, they launched it and paddled out to sea. They soon passed beyond sight of land, and for days they were frightened because they could see nothing. Yet invisible spirits accompanied and encouraged them until at last they reached their goal. Here were gathered a great number of thunderbirds in human form, waiting for them. As soon as Watakwuna had landed, accompanied by his followers, the chief of the thunderers who was greater and handsomer than all the others, came forward and addressed him as follows:

No’se (grandchild) you have come to me according to my command, for I was troubled in heart when I saw you fasting and suffering, growing light in flesh and thin in body. Now you have gained great honor, for I have taken pity on you. I am going to give you this war bundle to use upon the earth. You shall feed it, and give sacrifices to it for my sake and in my behalf. You shall be empowered to use this thing at your desire. It shall protect you, and your children and grandchildren, so that you and they shall live to see your gray hairs. I command you to use it in the way which I shall make clear to you, and if you obey me, it shall obey you.

Tobacco shall be the chief thing to please it, and when you give it tobacco you will delight us, its masters. You shall take these things which I have here back to the earth again, and when you reach your home, you shall make some others according to my instructions.

Here is an egg, put that in the bundle. Here is a powder, put that in the bundle.

These two articles shall enable you to set fire to the earth at your desire. Here is a little bow, the image of an arrow, and a scabbard to carry. Here are all the birds of the air, that are after my kind. They will lend their assistance when trouble overtakes you. Take this red paint along, that you may apply it to your men who accompany you when you go to war, and the sight of it will please me. It will put new life into you and your men. Through my visionary power I gave you the dream that called you here to see me, through it you shall be able to destroy the enemies that intend to kill you. You shall conquer, and victory will always be yours. The enemies that you shall slay will be food for me and for the war bundle.

When you return you shall carve my image upon a board and place it in the bundle, in order to please me. You must take two plain square blocks, and upon each of these outline my figure in sacred red paint, one shall represent me as a Great Powered Bird, and one shall represent me as a man with a lightning bolt in my hand.

I am of dual nature. I can change myself into either a bird or a man at will.

(And indeed the Thunder-bird-beings have been known to come to earth in human form. They have appeared as homely men, short and thick-set, with heavy muscles in their arms and legs, and bearing a bow and arrows in their hands. Ordinary persons can scarcely recognize them as thunderers, but those who have received power from them in their dreams, know them at once for what they are).

I give you the power to know and see me in your night sleeps. You shall be forewarned of your enemies plans.

You shall know beforehand whether you shall win or lose your battles.

You shall do all your fighting at night, and you shall destroy your enemies during their sweet sleep.

Before you go out to war you shall first prepare and give feasts to the war bundle.

You shall sacrifice to it in behalf of the thunderbirds. You shall receive that for which you ask us, for I shall assist you. Call on me through those sacred things which I have given you, and you shall have the thick fog settle down and hide you from the enemy so that you may escape under its cover. You shall have the lightning and hail to cripple the wicked foe when he troubles you.

You shall seek your enemy in the night through this bundle. You shall approach him with the stealth of the snake in pursuit of its prey, and encircle his village. Let each warrior carry the image of one of the medicine birds with him, with a single quill feather fastened in his hair, and as the humming bird is so small in flight that none can hit it with a rifle ball, so shall each warrior be. As it is impossible to strike the edge of a knife blade ground sharp and held off edgewise from the body, so shall you and your warriors be. These things I say to you that you may understand the power of the medicines that I have placed in the war bundle.

You shall make incense of a portion of each of the sacred roots that I have included, and you shall purify yourselves with the fumes. You shall carry a little of each in your mouth, and you shall chew some of them and spray yourselves and your warriors with your saliva, that they may elude the keen vision of the enemy, for the eyesight of the enemy shall be destroyed when they approach.

When you have drawn near and surrounded the village, you shall signal on the war whistle, and you and your warriors shall rush to the attack. You shall destroy the sleeping enemy with battle axe and war clubs that have been kept in the powerful medicine until they are saturated. Those who awake shall try to escape, but cannot, for the medicines which I have given shall sap their strength and benumb their minds. When a warrior takes a scalp he shall lick the fresh blood from it, this he must do as a sign that the enemy are devoured in behalf of us, the thunderers.

When the fighting is over, then you shall make a great ceremony with dancing for the war bundle and for us, the Ianama’kiwik, or thunderers. You shall thank us for the assistance which we have rendered you. Then you shall sing songs for the scalps that have been taken with valor.

” Always respect the war bundle which we have given you,” commanded the Thunderbird-being. “Be careful to keep it tied with a string, and keep it hung in a place by itself, outside of the home, away from the children, and the maidens who are just arrived at the threshold of womanhood. Especially keep it concealed from those

women who are having their moon-time, the bundle should never encounter the mighty power her ability. The bundle must never be opened for nothing, as that would be a serious offense to it, and to us, the lanama’kiwiik. It

may only be opened in time of peril, or when you sacrifice to it in the spring or in the fall of the year for our sake. Yet this I say, in case of an accident, even in peace it may be opened and the roots it contains may be used to stop the bleeding, but you shall not forget to pay us in tobacco for our help.

“And this is not yet all that I have to say” said the chief of the Thunderbird-beings to WatakwOna. “One thing that you must make when you get home, or which the women may make for you, is a pack strap (or belt), Ape’kon.’ This you shall make of coarse long beads (pese’me’kuk). It shall be put in the bimdle to be kept as a reward for the brave warrior who kills a chief or leader among the enemy.

It shall be given to him as a great honor.

When the thunderer had finished speaking, he called to his cohabiters to bring food, prepare it, and place it before WatakwAna and his followers. They departed immediately and soon returned bringing a quantity of sturgeon which they cooked and set before their guests.

“Now, eat and depart,” said the chief of the thunderers. “This is the only food we can offer you. For ourselves, we may not touch it, for we feed upon the horned snakes and shadow dwellers of the under world, which in their turn cannot be food for you.”

So Watakwina and his followers obeyed and when they were filled they took their leave of the islet and its enchanted inhabitants. As they entered their canoe the water lay still as glass, the sun shone brightly, and they soon reached the shore from whence they started. The overland journey from that point was equally devoid of its former perils. Food was abundant and they had never need to draw their bows, for game they met fell dead before them so powerful was the spell cast by their war bundles.

So at length they arrived among their own people again and imparted to them the story of their successful venture and from that day to this, the war bundle has been on earth among men and its powers are granted to the worthy in their dreams.

Friday, June 29, 2012


Hello world!

I am the Berry-Picker

BearBerry-A small roundish juicy fruit without a stone...

Over the past 500 years, the Indigenous peoples have managed to resist and survive the civilizing process but much has been lost. Now we must rebuild our memory and determine on what basis we will build our future.
The BearBerry-Picker is a contemporary Neo-Thunderer experience and does not purport to represent a trible tradition in stone. It is a declaration of war based on the order imposed upon us by the dominant cultures of which I deny the right to validate my understanding of the current world around us.

The children will grow in numbers beyond control with a legacy of unconscious hate and ignorance for all that is natural.
Armed with the "GREED POWER" that we have instilled. They are our children and we do beLIEve that they are far more important then any other living being, and so they will do their biding for us and be forced to live a legacy of filth lies and feces that we have empower them with.
May you all WIN and PROSPER on the surface of EARTH, with your unconscious violent acts that you have and will commit though your evil and ratchet Child of DOOM!

Most of humanity has become completely dependent on
corporate-government and organize religion...
to feed it,
to clothe it,
to house it,
to doctor it,
to educate it.
to give it work.
To protect it from its self and the very totalitarian, posing as a democracy, that feeds it a systematic-manipulation of scare tactics.

To tell it what god/science to beLIEve.

Technology/Business commerce is the "god" to worship.

THE DOMESTICATED CIVILIAN IS IN FACT A DEPENDANT
INFANTILE HUMAN WITHOUT IT'S BEING.

Without the civilized institutions most of IT would parish.
It has absolutely no skills and knowledge of self-reliance self-sustianablity or self-determination, It is a currency dependent servant/slave to the civilized system that is in full speed, running into the very "technological" wall that it has built.
It has become a parasite, with no real purpose; but for its own greed and its insecure notions that is posing as a surviver of a fantasy driven post-economic or nuclear collapse.

THE GREED CONSUMING CIVILIAN.
Is thee only real darkness and evil that exists.

At this moment there are very few with this insight.
Denying all the egocentric, self-pleasuring services and commodities of Civilization.

Living a healthy coherent existence as one possibly can, without Factory Farmed Meat/Foods, Alcohol/Drugs, Refined Tobacco and Pharmaceutical Drugs.
I Vow my eternal unconditional Love and Commitment.
To the Greatest Mother of ALL.
Because, there are only a few that still conceder, to be her only children, and I truly hope that our prayers are not being confused with those who are fearing and desperate, feeling that their survival depends on it, toting a gun or not...

The Greedy Consuming Civilian with its pretended kindness.
As it feast on the flesh of the Innocents and discard their helpless remains into the trash.