More Wisdom From The Wiseman
Taa Daa!!
Today we have a guest commentator. He doesn't know it but thats okay. The energies of the universe upon which poetic license sing shall judge the borrowing just since we give him full credit and disclosure.
And... because those same energies know!
Know what?
Know that he asks the questions that must be asked!
Thats what!!
So let me introduce to you my cyber friend, Montana Freeman.
A few weeks back i posted an entry called The Three Wise Men. The three wisemen referred to were Montana Freeman, Pogo, and Carl Jung.
The same Montana Freeman.
Montana Freeman, better known as MF to all of us who hang around the warmth of the council fires over on the Real Deal blog, is an elder of our native American brothers and sisters.
Featered in this entry is a comment he posted today to the current Real Deal topic. In it he poses some powerfully wise questions.
So where's the wisdom in posing questions you ask?
Perhaps you thought wisdom could only be found in answers. But hell... if we don't ask the hard questions in the fuckin' first place, how are we ever to find the answers?
Personally I find his comment to be directly speaking to exactly what this blog, the Unseen Role of Denial, is all about.
Here, word for word, are his comment and questions...
the unraveling of our most profound and beautiful Mother Earth brings one to question the most basic nature of mankind, which to me appears to be this, we are sleep walkers,the awareness of our own existence is lost do to the toxic nature of our unatural environment, which to me includes almost everything.
The deep psychological sickness that pervades the minds of the two leggeds is almost unbelievable, and would be laughable if it were a joke to be told at a council fire,however this is not to be, at least not yet.
The pure and unadulterated destruction of our home is an accident?
I watch my blood brother in the last stages of cancer and the daily progress of his existence which includes cigarettes, alcohol and some times a little processed food that i would not feed to a hog. Now this is a person who when tested scores in the top ten percentile of the folks on this planet, what happened to him and continues to this day is exactly a microcosm of what is happening to the world, is it not? or close enough, and as i watch him choose.? to die of this horrible disease amid an enviroment that approximates one of the most cleanest and purest places available on this earth,..i have to wander, is this not suicide? When cure is available and is tossed aside?
What on gods green earth will change this?
He speaks and says he is not afraid of death, so is he afraid of life? Is his life so filled with fear that death by the conscious polluting of his sacred body preferable to healing that which makes us sick?
To me this is the crux of our dilemma,we know we are killing our individual bodies and that knowledge bleeds over into the uncaring way we treat our mother.
i am not saying this from a soap box, and have no room to criticise, having been a smoker of tobacco for 18 years and a drunk for many many years and only recently pulled away from all the poison that surrounds me, which in itself is no mean feat,this also has the bonus of seeing things in a different light, of actually being able to feel the earth beneath my bare feet and being able to appreciate drinking water that has not been methodically poisoned by the hand of man,and learning to live in harmony with our mother,whom wants nothing more from us (my opinion) then to enjoy the bounty of her creation.
So this leads me to wonder, what in the fuck happened to us?
Suicide, (the act of intentionally taking one's own life;act of destroying one's own interests;one who commits suicide)
i would love to hear from someone at this council about how to repair that which has been done, either to us or by us and will make us wholesome human beings, walking this earth with love in our hearts for all living things including our selfs of course.
i feel the spring rain falling lightly on my face and the milk of mother earth softens the sharpness of life.Peace my brothers and sisters,may this day bring you love.
aho
mf
Powerful questions indeed!
Thankyou MF
Today we have a guest commentator. He doesn't know it but thats okay. The energies of the universe upon which poetic license sing shall judge the borrowing just since we give him full credit and disclosure.
And... because those same energies know!
Know what?
Know that he asks the questions that must be asked!
Thats what!!
So let me introduce to you my cyber friend, Montana Freeman.
A few weeks back i posted an entry called The Three Wise Men. The three wisemen referred to were Montana Freeman, Pogo, and Carl Jung.
The same Montana Freeman.
Montana Freeman, better known as MF to all of us who hang around the warmth of the council fires over on the Real Deal blog, is an elder of our native American brothers and sisters.
Featered in this entry is a comment he posted today to the current Real Deal topic. In it he poses some powerfully wise questions.
So where's the wisdom in posing questions you ask?
Perhaps you thought wisdom could only be found in answers. But hell... if we don't ask the hard questions in the fuckin' first place, how are we ever to find the answers?
Personally I find his comment to be directly speaking to exactly what this blog, the Unseen Role of Denial, is all about.
Here, word for word, are his comment and questions...
the unraveling of our most profound and beautiful Mother Earth brings one to question the most basic nature of mankind, which to me appears to be this, we are sleep walkers,the awareness of our own existence is lost do to the toxic nature of our unatural environment, which to me includes almost everything.
The deep psychological sickness that pervades the minds of the two leggeds is almost unbelievable, and would be laughable if it were a joke to be told at a council fire,however this is not to be, at least not yet.
The pure and unadulterated destruction of our home is an accident?
I watch my blood brother in the last stages of cancer and the daily progress of his existence which includes cigarettes, alcohol and some times a little processed food that i would not feed to a hog. Now this is a person who when tested scores in the top ten percentile of the folks on this planet, what happened to him and continues to this day is exactly a microcosm of what is happening to the world, is it not? or close enough, and as i watch him choose.? to die of this horrible disease amid an enviroment that approximates one of the most cleanest and purest places available on this earth,..i have to wander, is this not suicide? When cure is available and is tossed aside?
What on gods green earth will change this?
He speaks and says he is not afraid of death, so is he afraid of life? Is his life so filled with fear that death by the conscious polluting of his sacred body preferable to healing that which makes us sick?
To me this is the crux of our dilemma,we know we are killing our individual bodies and that knowledge bleeds over into the uncaring way we treat our mother.
i am not saying this from a soap box, and have no room to criticise, having been a smoker of tobacco for 18 years and a drunk for many many years and only recently pulled away from all the poison that surrounds me, which in itself is no mean feat,this also has the bonus of seeing things in a different light, of actually being able to feel the earth beneath my bare feet and being able to appreciate drinking water that has not been methodically poisoned by the hand of man,and learning to live in harmony with our mother,whom wants nothing more from us (my opinion) then to enjoy the bounty of her creation.
So this leads me to wonder, what in the fuck happened to us?
Suicide, (the act of intentionally taking one's own life;act of destroying one's own interests;one who commits suicide)
i would love to hear from someone at this council about how to repair that which has been done, either to us or by us and will make us wholesome human beings, walking this earth with love in our hearts for all living things including our selfs of course.
i feel the spring rain falling lightly on my face and the milk of mother earth softens the sharpness of life.Peace my brothers and sisters,may this day bring you love.
aho
mf
Powerful questions indeed!
Thankyou MF
posted by Palooka's Revenge at 6/18/2007 12:21:00 AM
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