I celebrated the end of 2011 in sacred ceremony and was blessed enough to visit both the Navajo and the Hopi Indian reservation. At times I feel like white man with a native spirit. Despite of all devastation and the challenges this indigenous people have been through, one could feel the spirit in the air. I must say that is somewhat unbelievable.
Maybe that is something subjective just for me. I understand that people are inclined to resonate with different things, but I certainly have a some feeling of reverence for this earth based people who have gone through so many trials just because they did not fit into white mans world.
As white man define the rules of the game and as we all sit in the bankers laps, watching TV enjoying a culture of death as many have called it, trying to entertain ourselves with our own self-destruction one cannot help to wonder if this indigenous ones had medicine for our starving souls.
Maybe they had something to share, if we would have taken the time to silent our busy minds and for a moment try to see the world through their eyes and practiced the art of listening.
I don’t think our "divide and conquer" in the name of western civilization fueled by imperialism had much time for their way of perception. To white man it seems outdated as he brags about technology and made his science into a religion, and made a Wallmart icon out of Jesus traveling around the world forcing people his intrepretation whet ever ever they like it or not.
It all seem very strange this fundamental materialism, like it is rooted out of deep fears.
This thinking in boxes andsquares seems to have left white man stripped of his own wisdom dreaming a dream of seeking instant gratification fueled by endless greed. He is at war, maybe not only with life, nature, god, and himself...he turned his culture into a battle field.
Iam assuming that from the observation of the people he reduced to savages, he must clearly be the greatest savage of all,...even though he is a well groomed and dressed savage.
Cracking his head open might be the only way for him to land in his heart and drink some of its coconut juices. His only hope seem to be to crack "his thinking head open" to get an experince that would change his unrooted dream. Some say it is all and evolution of consciousness and we grow as we learn. Lets hope we grow and learn and maybe even find ourselves before we kill ourselves and our planet.
We are all swimming in this soup of conditions passed on from generations, and opportunities to reflect is most often only initiated through suffering, death, loss, disease or some other disaster that makes our own world crumble.
At times a rare awakening or a relationship can provide some self inquiry but it seems that more often our opportunity to reflect of our own existence is limited and replaced by the modern worlds daily demands.
We are consumers living out our lives and real values of responsibility, wisdom, maturity, enlightenment, self-knowledge, connection, healthy relationships and building character can quite easily disappear in a sea of distractions. Maybe this whole labyrinth we created for ourselves is the design for a challenging journey to self discovery?
As I hurry through life on my journey to death I try to enjoy myself. I guess we all do our best to do just that as we are killing time on this spinning globe somewhere in space trying our best to carve a meaning of our lives.
In a movie I saw recently with the name HUGO one of the statements that stayed with me from that film was...a man without a purpose is a broken machine.
Maybe that is true. That is why I have tried to find the missing pieces just like the kid in the movie so I could heal my purpose. Maybe we all is on that journey knowingly or unknowingly.
Some people are lucky enough to live, breath and embody their purpose. They can be hard to find.
But when we find such a person they seem to radiate and they are very inspiring to be around.
Before we pop into this existence called the journey of life Iam sure we got some guidelines and warnings. Just like an astronaut voyaging into space, we were probably prepared.
Some one probably said to us. -"Its not gonna be easy..."
and here we are dealing with the dirt of life saying to ourselves "...but no one said it was going to be this hard."
Well here we are with the gift of life 2012. Lets enjoy the ride while it last...
I have spoken,
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