A memory in the mind of pretentious worship
She danced alone with vague and relentless eyes
Only to feel the joy of others who have returned to HER
In all His innocence's a lie can crush Her life forever
Some times it can take the rest of Her life to recover
Depending on the exteme of the lie... we can become so effected by this lie...
Unconsciously WE become the "LIE" and there for - Perpetuate the contition of living the rest of OUR lives...
living out the "LIE"
And so we see
Only the others- who are livng out there "LIE"
In all Her INNOCENT's an Worship of Him
Atjecoutay
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A time and place we thought would be our future...
In the mind of past present we rely on the patriarchal.
A manifest of destiny.
The here and now.
Of which is the biggest lie that has been forced upon us.
The refined invader culture has enslaved the proletariat of agriculture.
A fascism for food.
Still the Hunter Animist Tribe laugh with hysterics till our bellies split and aches with resistance.
Because we all know that the great joke is upon YOU
The civilized men.
Atjecoutay
DOG is there messenger.
We are “RELATED” by the way of “PETRO”
The Great spirit of the corporate consumer movement!!
OIL, GASOLINE/BENZENE, and any PLASTICS products such as polyester or “polys”- refined matter, paints, raw materials or resource that have been extracted from the First and only Deity that gave BIRTH to all life on Earth, THE GREAT MOTHER and are Father the SUN.
In the past before the time of the Horse,” THE DOG DAYS” the people of the western hemisphere honoured the winged, four legged, water swummers and the ones who crawl close to the earth as Sacred, Now as we slowly or rapidly lose touch with are pasts as most Animists people have,
Only the “essences” of these spiritual ways have come to exist in this, the “Consumer Movement”.
The buffalo, Eagle, bear and the Wolf are soon to become what the Europeans have as “fairy Tales” of which was an Animist knowledge be for the time of the patriarchal “ONE GOD” came to oppress the innocents of this land and A.L.L. other lands.
Much like the sacred animals of the past we use the skin, flesh and most parts of the Pig, cow, hen and other so called “live stock” in our daily lives without even acknowledge the fact that they are sacrificed to sustain are” well being” there is no Honour in life and their existence, unlike the old ways of an Animist spirituality we have become generic and have lost touch with the sacred Animals simply because they are not used in are everyday lives, in a sense the essence of believe has adopted the ways of organized religion only the spirit exists not the sustenance to feed the people, one therefore follows blindly guided by an over whelming light, only because one has the desire to see who’s shining that ridiculously bright light in your face and still, one follows.
The ones who have adopted what’s left of the “old ways” cannot deny the fact that the sustenance to “feed” is missing- in other words the “matter” does not exist in are everyday life. The Sacred Animals are not there at our disposal we have no buck skin that “WE” have hunted, spirit did not honour us with the body of the Sacred Animal to make prayer objects and buying them from a store does not count, one must go into the wild for them, or have them handed down to you from family , so we only honour the influence or a dogma, the essence of organized religion, so it is no wonder that one thinks it’s “Ok” or right to worship only the essence of what’s left of are Animist knowledge and to go on “believing”, without the sustenance of “matter” which in the past, the ways of life had.
Now the “ways” of life at hand is the “consumer movement” and no “matter” how we convince ourselfs or others of what is not, we are part of this movement, except for the tribes that have not yet be contacted.
We all may believe in a parallel existence or not but in relation to a sacred animal there is a physical and the metaphysical world around it, one without the other, it would ceases to exist, with the “Neo Sacred Animals” there is a void that needs to be filled with this co-existence, in the Animist Knowledge or the “Old Ways” the Animal, Tree, Rock or Person can only exist with its counterpart the spirit, and in the corporate consumer movement we lack our counterpart. Yes, one may think that you do have your counterpart the Eagle, wolf or whatever spirit animal that one may have adopted, but remember one does not have the sustenance or the “matter” to support a true relationship. What one does have is the Pig, Cow, Hen or the essence of the Dinosaur and other raw martial’s that has been refined to meet are needs to sustain are lifestyles, a now, there is one’s counterpart to create a true harmonious relationship between the metaphysical and the physical world of are Consumerist lifestyle, one can only and truly go on to exist by excepting that this is the reality of All are lives in this, the “ Consumer Movement” and the Neo- Sacred Animals.
Atjecoutay
PUDEUR BLEUE
I spent Eight long years in a damp dark cave ” in reflection” and soon you will find out how i came to this fate – the visions I had were my only friends that the ancestors gave to me.
When I was released a flash of bright blue light blinded me.
I thought the Ancestors were playing another joke upon me... but the light continued and a hand was given to me... still in my disbelief , I took the hand that lead me into light I could barely make them out the eight figures standing before me...
and then one said "PUDEUR" and another said "BLEUE"
Ahhhh its all my relations standing before ME....And still I didn’t believe that this was happening to me....
Than they handed me what seemed to be a Sacred Bundle and I said in disbelief “is this for me” ?
AHAAA “all at once they siad ” OPEN IT UP WE WANNA SEE
In the bundle there were many objects as you could imagine and what was most striking to me where the eight figurines. IN an instant I flashed back to all my exploitations in my life and my culture, each figuring represented a different people that I had visited in the world
They had all been painted White
And had I been Punished?
Pudeur Bleue
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