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 18 Mar 2008 @ 23:07
He was not supposed to die so young. His mission was to teach and guide the people who had fallen under the control of a cruel and brutal invading power and a priesthood that had become corrupted and no longer served the people, but only their own wealth and ambitions.
He was supposed to teach His people how to become spiritually free, and survive the brutality of their daily existence.
He was supposed to stay alive and continue to teach. Quietly teaching and guiding His people day to day, year by year, until He had reached all that He could after a life time of teaching.
He was supposed to grow old while quietly continuing to teach. To stay alive as long as possible without drawing attention to Himself. But He could not do this.
He did not try to fight against the foreign power that occupied His homeland. He knew they were too powerful. It was the corrupt priesthood of His own faith that He could not abide.
These priests who charged sums of money for the smallest of requests from their followers angered Him greatly. His people were in such misery and poverty from the domination of the foreign government, that the temple priests should have given comfort and aid freely. But they did not. They used the example of the foreign government and demanded what little resources the people had left for their own gains and profit.
They became angry towards Him because He criticized and condemned them in public. But, it was when He started to perform the rituals and give spiritual aid and comfort that the priests could no longer stand by and watch. He was cutting into their profits.
He was not supposed to die yet. He was weary. Life in His homeland was so bitterly hard and cruel, He could not take it anymore. His teachings were some help and comfort to some of His people. But many just did not understand what He was teaching. The people looked to Him for salvation from their toil, and He was trying to get them to see that all they had to do was to look inward, and they would find all that they needed.
He became so tired, He was giving up. He tried so hard to help, but He could not go on.
There were others before and after Him who had the same Mission.
The one known as Thoth, who tried to help his people in the same way, in Egypt, two thousand years earlier. And Thoth tried for the same reason, a corrupt priesthood that had grown rich and powerful at the expense of the people. He also failed. And He was deified as well.
Another Egyptian, the Pharaoh Ankhenaten came with the same mission. Historians have called him the first "mono-theist", because he decreed that his people were to honor only one god, Aten, the Sun God. This was done, not to become a 'one god' religion, but to break the stranglehold the great number of priests and their multitude of temples to so many Egyptian Gods & Goddesses had over the people. Every prayer, every wish, every hope, every favor, that the people had, had to be approved by and money payed to the priests. It was the priests who sent the prayers to the gods. So, if you wanted the gods to hear your prayers, you had to pay the priests first.
Ankhenaten built a new capitol, Amarna, that had a temple to his one god, Aten. This basically put all the priests out of business, and their power over the daily lives of the people removed. But Ankhenaten did not live long enough for his efforts to take hold. After his death, the priests regained their power, everybody returned to Thebes and all its temples, and the priests did their best to remove Ankhenaten from history.
And as another great enlightened soul tried to do in Italy in the 1300's. She was called Aradia, also known as La Bella Pellegrina, "The Beautiful Pilgrim". The Vatican came after Her quickly and She had to flee Her beloved homeland. The Church did not catch Her, but She was never heard from again. And few remember Her name.
So, He gave up. He was not supposed to die so young. He was deified. And the things done in His name ever since have horrified Him. He can't wait to return, and set things right.
And His long wait, and Aradia's, and Thoth's, and Ankhenaten's, is almost over...
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 18 Oct 2006 @ 04:09
I am going on the hunt! This is the first time that I have been allowed to go. I am really grown up now. I am ready. If this hunt is successful and we bring home food, I will be an adult in my tribe!
We are going to get a moose. We use long spears for this. The moose is very dangerous, and arrows will be too small for him. We know where to go. We will have to be very patient.
We are splitting up into three groups. The first group is the smallest, only three of us. They will quietly work their way as close as possible to him. They will go around to the other side of the moose so that he is between us. When they are within throwing distance, they will jump up yelling and throw their spears. They will aim for his neck.
The second group is in hiding along the path that the moose should run. There are five in the second group. When he runs by they will stand and lunge with their spears at his neck. If he stops and turns around the first group will be there waiting for him, with the second group chasing after him.
I am in the third group, we are behind the second group in case the moose does not turn around and continues to run in the same direction. He did!
I am very serious. I want to be a great provider for my people. I am so excited! I will not let this moose escape us. There are four in my group. When the moose is upon us we stand and yell and lunge. He stops, we continue stabbing at him, but in my excitement, I lose my grip on my spear. The moose starts to run again. I do not have my spear, he starts to drag it away with him. I cannot reach my spear, so I reach out as he starts to run. I grab ahold of the side of him with my hands. I am being dragged along through the bushes, but I will be a great provider! I hold on. But, only for a moment or two, then he shakes me loose.
When I am able to stand I start to run after him, but I notice that no one else is running. I look back at the others. They cannot run. They are too busy rolling around laughing.
We were successful. The moose was weakened from loss of blood and we were able to track him down. I received my adult name that evening during our honoring of the Moose Spirit for his generosity and sacrifice. From that day on my name was, 'Moose In Hand'
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12 Nov 2005 @ 16:40
DEATH ... is not the end. Life and Death ... are the same thing. Life and Death... are mere reflections of each other. Whether you grow old and pass away or die from illness or injury it will not be the first time. Chances are you have done this many times. We fear death because it is the Great Unknown. But, what if I say to you, that the other side ... IS knowable? Understand that death ... is only a change from one form of Living Being to another one.
YOU ... that part of you that says "this is me!" does not die. All your thoughts, memories, emotions, this essence that is 'you' is your Soul, and does .. not .. die .... 'You' will remain, long after the body is gone.
All things, all matter, vibrates. Even science agrees with this. Everything from the hardest diamond, to a stone, to a tree, to a wisp of smoke, to the breath in your lungs, is a collection of atoms in motion.
We go from this physical, low vibrational plane, to a higher spiritual one. When our Soul is released from this lower vibrational plane of the physical body that has contained it, we return to the higher Spiritual plane of our origin.
"We are not Human Beings struggling with Spirituality. We are Spiritual Beings having a Human experience" I do not know who first coined that phrase, but it is at the heart of things. When the Human body, yours or mine, dies for what ever reason, we will return to the Spiritual World, which is our Home.
Heaven is not a reward for a select few... it is our Birthright.
It is possible to not only communicate with the Spirit world, but to learn how to journey across. This is not a fantasy or a wishful thing. We all have this ability to actually cross over to the Spirit realm which is our home. To experience this and know the truth of it for yourself ... is to remove all fear of Death.
It has been the purposeful intent of some religions to keep its followers ignorant of this Truth, and to instill an unnatural fear of Death. It has been a way of keeping control over them or you.
And who is on the other side waiting for you? Your Ancestors, your Family, your friends and ... your God/dess. Be not ... afraid of Death. Be not ... afraid to Live ... More >
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13 Sep 2004 @ 18:19
I was awake. Only for a few minutes had I been so. It is early morning. It is my day off from work, and I lay comfortably on my back, deciding if I should get up, or go back to sleep. One of the real pleasures in life. I lay there with eyes half open. Slowly I breathed, not wanting to rush any decisions.
Suddenly through my half closed eyes, my vision changed. I could no longer see my bedroom. The dresser and the television that sat upon it, were gone. Even the wall behind the dresser and the ceiling were removed from my sight. All that I could now see, was the head of a large wolf very close to mine. Even closer the wolf became until all that I was able to see, were his large yellow eyes staring directly into mine.
I had somehow shrank in size. The wolf was now much bigger than I. All there was for me to see, were his enormous yellow eyes. His eyes were locked onto mine.
I was not able to breathe. I was slowly suffocating. I knew the reason that I could only see the wolf's eyes, was because his jaws were around my throat. I was looking up at him, as he took my life. I started to struggle, but he was too powerful and much bigger than I. At first there was a moment of fear, but only for a moment. I realised that I was dying. This wolf had control of my life, and was taking it away from me. His yellow eyes were looking deeply into mine. I saw only his eyes. I knew that this was my last moment of life. I had no choice but to surrender to him. I accepted my fate.
When I decided to accept and surrender my life, I wonderful thing happened. My vision started to darken as the wolf took my life. The wolf's face started to fade away. Then I felt a lightness of my body, like I was starting to float. Slowly my vision started to return. I was no longer at the mercy of the wolf. The wolf still had my body in his grip, but I was no longer part of that body. There was a gradual lightness growing above me as I felt myself starting to rise. The wolf was now below me. I was slowly floating upward. Towards ever increasing light.
This was more than about just 'seeing' light. There was this feeling of the most unspeakable emotional burst of joy that increased as I continued to rise. I felt a tingling all over my body. I still had a body, just not the one I had used up until now. The higher I went the more this most wonderful tingling felt like a merging. I was merging with the Light, becoming one with it. I felt myself bathed in the most profound spiritual love. I felt overwhelming Love embrace me. I was feeling Rapture. I was Home...
This was not the same as reported 'near death experiences'. There was no tunnel, no far away light, nor was it a dream state. This was an overwhelming emotional and physical sensation that has no comparison to any physical or mental experience.
These mere words cannot begin to explain or describe the reality of this experience. To understand and know, that life and death are just reflections of each other, and that there is nothing to fear in death, is also understanding that there is nothing to fear... in life.
The Great Wolf Spirit gave me that morning, a gift so special... these humble words of gratitude, cannot describe. I am awake. More >
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4 Jul 2003 @ 06:32
Understanding, accepting and intergrating along with moderating the dark side of our human nature, is a necessary step in the Upward spiritual path. At least for me, it has been very helpful and enlightening. When I meditated with the intent of self-integration, it opened up new pathways. It took two meditations to accomplish this goal. For me, my dark side was illusive and resisted, and it turned into an actual chase. A chase that led down the stairs, deeper and deeper into my own soul. It was only when I reached the bottom of the stairs and stood in a darkened cellar, with nowhere else to go or hide, that I was forced to face my Shadow self. With integration, the doors are now unlocked. More >
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