We are under the sky.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

As I watch the humans...I see pain, beauty, remorse, joy,


the wondeful part of life and the sad part of departure and suffering.




We never see what we are.




We think and believe we will go on after the demise of our bodies.




We often, are only a few assemblage points away from the beasts we hunt.




We are animals with reason in our minds. We repair ourselves only to prolong a sure fate.




If I could make a wish for myslef it would to be "able" to be happy again.




Since the warrior has seen and experinced the change within there is no going back but...there are times...when I think the ignorant enjoy their lives more in
the sense they laugh and find delight in simple pleasures.




We are under the sky. Look up and see what is above you once in awhile.




Lone Wolf

[seeitall]

I'm thinking of something like controled crazyness
to replace the the blessing of ignorance.
see it all
--------------------
fear nothing because everything will be lost in time
like tears in the rain.

[Nagual LoneWolf]

Controlled craziness? Why not?
That we partake in delusions means that we see our existance as something more than it is.
We are nothing but eyes and thought. Lone Wolf

[Bob Carr]

Where I live, I used to see meteors all the time
Once, I saw one that seemed to be coming right down the valley; it was low and Orange, like fireworks.
Things like this inspired me to concieve of the Law of the Great Spirit.
I have long preferred that term to 'God'.
I don't get that opportunity to view them as much, these days.
As an addition to my 'Chief Henry' tale, during my 7th and 8th years, I spent 3 months each at a summer camp in the area now known as 'Land Between the Lakes' on the Tennessee River. It was an 'Indian' theme camp. Upon arrival, our clothes were taken , and we wore breechcloths that we made ourselves. We lived in Tepees,unhistorically, of course. We took long canoe trips on the Cumberland River. I remember camping and waking up , sleeping on cowpies!
I don't know who these people were that ran the camp. Some of my Mother's nonsense, as they were quite eccentric and she was unable to profit from them.
Apparently, I did,and it must be an effect of what I believe today.
I will never forget the council fires; 'sorcery' was a part of them, and so was the power of the Dead.
don Juan did not speak of the Great Spirit. Perhaps that is more of a northern or Oglala tradition.
Hawkeye and Crow

[Bob Carr]

I guess there's no edit here
I want to add that I do not intend to romanticize the Indian
What was, what is , is our reality
In fact, I am puzzled by the White culture's adoption and romanticization of Those they worked so hard to destroy.
Karma again? I don't know.
Like, I was also a Cub Scout; the LAw of Akela and all that stuff? Wearing feathers?
Hell, if that was Fliers, then they must be stupid and confused; I mean, the Indian stuff and then off to Bible school on Sundays.
People don't know what they really want, as long as someone else doesn't have it, perhaps.
Fly right or fall to your death May be the answer.Hawkeye and Crow

[Bob May]

"Since the warrior has seen and experinced the change within there is no going back but...there are times...when I think the ignorant enjoy their lives
more in the sense they laugh and find delight in simple pleasures.


We are under the sky. Look up and see what is above you once in awhile."




Sometimes it is like that for me also. I think the answer lies in going forward though.


I have experienced in my own life times when I have reached certain goals. In those times after reaching the goals, I miss the hunt. The sense of longing and
seeking that got me to that goal in the first place. At these times we must remind ourselves that there is no end to the hunt.


We just have to find other game to persue and begin again.

[Guest]