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The Invitation


It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

Where Will Our Children Live... A lonesome warrior stands in fear of what the future brings, he will never hear the beating drums or the songs his brothers sing. Our many nations once stood tall and ranged from shore to shore but most are gone and few remain and the buffalo roam no more.

We shared our food and our land and gave with open hearts, We wanted peace and love and hope, but all were torn apart. All this was taken because we did not know what the white man had in store, They killed our people and raped our lands and the buffalo roam no more. But those of us who still remain hold our heads up high, and the spirits of the elders flow through us as if they never died. Our dreams will live on forever and our nations will be reborn, our bone and beads and feathers all will be proudly worn. If you listen close you will hear the drums and songs upon the winds, and in the distance you will see....the buffalo roam again.
... What is the difference between this truth, & say a dictators genocide & stealing of a natives land/resources? Well, maybe one is done under the guise of democracy, & the marauding supposedly to capitalise the many? In reality though it is still seems fairly dictatorial when broken down & analysed, & mostly to capitalise a minority elite. So, at core level, not much different to the more apparent dictator it seems. However you look at it, it's still technically rape, pillage, & suppression/destruction of a culture & it's homelands. I don't know much about this, so being a bit of a devils advocate ... I'm under the impression that it is apparently continually still being done slowly & insidiously to Native Americans & even allotted reserves if any resource value is suspected? A slow & painful death/pillage/domination continues? I'm led to believe that this many years of apparently greedy tactics has driven many continually suppressed Native Americans over the years to a apparent life of loss, depression, & despair? ... The Native Americans philosophical elder roots still generally tend to be true to form from what I`ve seen? Fairly compassionate & spiritual it seems, even often critical of their own sometimes angry past warriors that dared to make a often bloody stand in the past against suppression/domination/rape/pillage. I'm certainly not going to criticise these spiritually knowledgeable elders, they may know & trust without doubt natural cause/effect, so implicitly trust that things circulate & will balance back out in time ... A dictator tends to do similar in a more rapid & open manner. A intended quicker rape, pillage & death of a culture. This tends to attract World attention, & reaction (esp. if the Country is deemed weaker, & has strategic/financial importance to the West ... for a opposite example, a apparent blind eye to China/Tibet). Some of this maybe seems similar to why euthanasia, even for terminal ill experiencing excruciating pain, or turning off a life-support machine is generally frowned upon in many Western democracies; but it's deemed fairly acceptable to starve a patient to a more slow death! Our Western culture seems to be somewhat brainwashed at times into more abhorring a more sudden life-taking action, rather than a more insidious, & often more painful, slower life-taking action? "Great Britain" was historically the leader in this tactic for many a year (amongst other European pretenders), but U.S seems to have taken this to a new & more effective level! It seems even in this age of mass information, a majority of the U.S electorate still are brainwashed to support general U.S global policy? It is up to you & I to continually speak up if we don't agree? We should all realise we need to accept some responsibility for what is happening.

10 Rules For Being Human


1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life."
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."
4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.
6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here."
7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
10. You will forget all this.

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So live your life so the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself. Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools and robs them of their visions.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

Tecumseh

The once proud Sioux found their free-roaming life destroyed, the buffalo gone, themselves confined to reservations dependent on Indian Agents for their existence. In a desperate attempt to return to the days of their glory, many sought salvation in a new mysticism preached by a Paiute shaman called Wovoka. Emissaries from Map of Battle Areathe Sioux in South Dakota traveled to Nevada to hear his words. Wovoka called himself the Messiah and prophesied that the dead would soon join the living in a world in which the Indians could live in the old way surrounded by plentiful game. A tidal wave of new soil would cover the earth, bury the whites, and restore the prairie. To hasten the event, the Indians were to dance the Ghost Dance. Many dancers wore brightly colored shirts emblazoned with images of eagles and buffaloes. These "Ghost Shirts" they believed would protect them from the bluecoats' bullets. During the fall of 1890, the Ghost Dance spread through the Sioux villages of the Dakota reservations, revitalizing the Indians and bringing fear to the whites. A desperate Indian Agent at Pine Ridge wired his superiors in Washington, "Indians are dancing in the snow and are wild and crazy....We need protection and we need it now. The leaders should be arrested and confined at some military post until the matter is quieted, and this should be done now." The order went out to arrest Chief Sitting Bull at the Standing Rock Reservation. Sitting Bull was killed in the attempt on December 15.

The Maori:
Native New Zealanders

Creation:
Before there was any light there was only darkness, all was night. Before there was even darkness there was nothing. Of these things it is spoken in our karakia, those that were given down from ancient time that name all the ancestors of Maori People. It is said in the karakia, at the beginning of time there stood Te Kore, the Nothingness. Then was Te Po, the Night, which was immensely long and immensely dark:

* Te Po nui,
* Te Po roa,
* Te Po uriuri,
* Te Po kerekere,
* Te Po tiwha,
* Te Po te kitea,
* Te Po tangotango...

meaning the Great Night, the Long Night, the Dark Night, the Intensely Dark Night, the Gloom-laden Night, the Night Unseen, the Night to be Felt. The first light that existed was no more than the glowing of a worm, and when sun and moon were made there were no eyes, there was none to see them, not even kaitiaki. The beginning was made from the nothing.

"The first peace, which is the most important,
is that which comes within the souls of people
when they realize their relationship,
their oneness with the universe and all its powers,
and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit,
and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us."

Black Elk