Thursday, 1 August 2013

IN THE NEW WORLD.

On 02 July 2013 22:48, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:
 

IN THE NEW WORLD. 


A whole continent... plundered! I was never quite able to assimilate that. Such a gigantic and intentioned assault on a mature culture for at least five hundred years. Simultaneously portrayed as something quite other. What will we call it? How about, 'America'?
History is another word for cover up.


Apache Mystery 1, martin law, November, 2008


Error, uncorrected, and aggressively perpetuated, spawns evil. The persistent repression of conscience with a refusal to make amends and you have a whole continent populated with generations of angry ghosts, invisible but unable to move on, their spirit nature already bonded with Mother Earth while in incarnation.



The land littered with plants plundered and pulled from the sacred soil, roots exposed under a raging eye of Grandfather sun. Call it something else, 'manifest destiny', 'the march of progress,' call it, 'Civilization', capitalized and with a Capital.



Apache Mystery 2, martin law, November, 2008



Ancestors swept up in a tidal wave washing westward from the eastern shore and all swept under the concrete carpet, not sleeping but far and wide awake, whisperings in the wind through waving grass in the wild places. All in the name of bound books and a lust for gold.
Caesars, Emperors, Pontiffs, Popes, and Kings, decimating the indigenous and wandering tribes of Europa. Benighted the trauma persists and travels with the blight, settling on strange shores of fugitive and anticipated independence. 'Virgin lands' ripe for rape , fluttering flags unfurl clashing in ceremonious barbarity of red white and blue nonconcordance blindly dispatching gratuitous hot lead in thunderclouds of dust and smoke, rootless and ruthless to stake self righteous claim in already populous territory of five hundred and fifty five long settled tribal nations from sea to shining sea with no need of being rediscovered.




First Nations of North America Map




Native plants uprooted release messenger seed signals on the wind further proliferating, and so too with the psyche of our species. Bipeds being a form of mobile flora, adaptable and hankering after habitat so to thrive and flourish. But for the collective trauma of recurrent upheaval, manifesting a dualistic glitch in the pattern and process of spirit-bonding with place.



Columbus lost and alienated exporting 'The Europan Dualistic Dissociation', intent on exploits of exploitation and greed for gold makes hearts turn cold under the fluttering flags of delusory separation.
All the more reason to IMAGINE a time before time when 'The New World' was old and whole, as it ever and always is in the new now, eternally bathed in timeless enchantment by night and day to the four winds. Bonded inseparably as earth and sky in the unbroken hoop of the seasons' sacred natural union of diversity.



Butterfly Girl, martin law, August 2009


The illusion bore strange fruit, culminating in an urge to synthesize
biology, megalopolitan monoliths of steel and glass in diametric opposition to abundant earth. Strangely built along fault lines and shores of shifting silt subject to sudden shifts and still screaming skyward earthbound for the unattainable ever unsustainable vain glory whose only unmanifest destiny is to fall.




The ultimate lesson being, to return, cease the striving and straining away of arrogant denial covered and coated in concrete, and climb back down, to cultivate the valley spirit of community in the natural abundance which nourishes by itself when cared for and shared more.



THE AMERICAN INDIAN 'TEN COMMANDMENTS'.


    1. Treat the earth and all that dwells thereon with respect.

    2. Remain close to The Great Spirit.

    3. Show great respect for your fellow beings.

    4. Work together for the benefit of all mankind.

    5. Give assistance and kindness wherever needed.

    6. Do what you know to be right.

    7. Look after the well-being of mind and body.

    8. Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.

    9. Be truthful and honest at all times.

    10. Take full responsibility for your actions.



Sacred Sunrise‏, martin law, August 2010

















These are not 'commandments' in the sense of 'thou shalt not' prohibitions made by an authority figure, but rather, well intentioned guidelines from a profound and practical spiritual tradition steeped in many similar examples of diverse natural wisdom. Unlike the dogma perennially promulgated by the oppressors who first demonized their hosts as being 'uncivilized'.

Being a typical repression of conscience (self hypnosis) practiced in order to define 'others' as expendable.
The current culmination of five centuries of hypocrisy by the dominant society since its inception being, lieing, spying, warring with everyone and everything and finally now, with itself, having sown and tended the seeds of self deconstruction.



Medicine Songs, martin law, April 2010
























In retrospect, the falseness of 'history' is as clear and self evident as the sun in the sky, though that too is being obscured as a result.
Error arrogantly uncorrected spawns evil.



Kisses the Wolf, martin law, January 2009



It is time to correctly diagnose the root cause of imagined separation. Imaginary, because stressed in contradiction to all factual evidence to the contrary. Time to take time out in the quiet natural spaces and listen to the whisperings within the breeze that ruffles the leaves.
While the breeze stirs yet the mind rests in silence, simply receiving the sound, it is the feeling heart which hears the wisdom of its own re-membering.

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Camera Photo, martin law, 4th July 2013:
First Nations of North America Map

Artwork:

Apache Mystery 1, martin law, November, 2008
Apache Mystery 2, martin law, November, 2008
Butterfly Girl, martin law, August 2009
Sacred Sunrise, martin law‏, August 2010
Medicine Songs, martin law, April 2010
Kisses the Wolf, martin law, January 2009






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