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“I have seen the way through the maze of the whiteman’s lies,” Quanah Parker told his people, the Comanche, after his vision quest.

I first read of Quanah Parker in Jack Jackson’s COMANCHE MOON.

Parker built the Comanche up from nothing into one of the strongest economic powers in America.

In his vision, which is wonderfully depicted by Jackson and which I include here, Parker was told, “Know that from decay comes new life, that what seems to be rotten and putrid is sweet like honey for those that dare to taste. Hold close to this truth and I will not abandon you to your enemies though they swarm about you like a hive of angry bees.”

Parker’s vision is a true one. It is a powerful lesson for all who will listen to it.

I include here also from Thomas E. Mails’ book FOOLS CROW the depiction of the vision of Crazy Horse: “On one occasion, my grandfather, Knife Chief, told me a story about the time the great Chief Crazy Horse went on a vision quest to Bear Butte in the Black Hills. When Crazy Horse returned, he said he had learned that one day there would be terrible wars all over the world. Crazy Horse accurately described the physical shape of the world by talking about where the sun comes up, and goes down, and then comes up again. So he must have known that the world was round. And he said there will one day be fighting and big fires all over the world. People will be suffering, and our women will cry. Men will be brutal to women everywhere. But in the end, God will come to the earth to judge it.”

The idea of separate races is a fiction. There is one race. It comes in a variety of sexualities, shades, shapes and sizes.

“I had wonderful teachers in the first and second grades who taught me everything I know. After that, I’m afraid, the teachers were nice, but they were dopes…I have a lack of ideology, and not because I have an animus against any particular ideology; it’s just that they don’t make sense to me…they get in the way of thinking. I don’t see what use they are…University and uniformity, as ideals, have subtly influenced how people thought about education, politics, economics, government, everything…We are misled by universities and other intellectual institutions to believe that there are separate fields of knowledge. But it’s clear there are no separate fields of knowledge. It is a seamless web.”-Jane Jacobs (THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES, DARK AGE AHEAD).

That seamless web extends back into the beginning of all things. It extends forward to the end of all things as we know them.

“On Haney’s Peak in the Black Hills,” said Black Elk when asked where he found the centre of the universe. Then he said, “But in truth the centre of the universe is in each person.”

There is nothing more yielding than water yet nothing equals it for wearing down the hard. Thus the gentle can overcome the strong and the weak can conquer the hard of heart. This all men know but none practice. He can bear the lies of men’s tongues shall rule the world. He who can bear the burden of the world’s sin will be its king. He who can die will be its saviour.

Those words were written long ago in China by a man named Lao Tzu.

When I think on them they are the same as the words spoken to Quanah Parker.

Now and then comes along a man or a woman who, hearing those words lives them.

“If a man slaps you on one cheek turn the other. If a man demands you walk a mile walk you,” said Jesus.

There will always be a Rome. There will always be a conqueror who will rape the earth.

“The Lakota people have a prophecy about the white buffalo calf, and how that prophesy originated was that we have a sacred bundle, a sacred peace pipe, that was brought to us about 2,000 years ago by what we know as the White Buffalo Calf Woman.

“The story goes that she appeared to two warriors at that time. These two warriors were out hunting buffalo, hunting for food in the sacred Black Hills of South Dakota, and they saw a big body coming toward them. And they saw that it was a white buffalo calf. As it came closer to them, it turned into a beautiful young Indian girl.

“At that time one of the warriors thought bad in his mind, and so the young girl told him to step forward. And when he did step forward, a black cloud came over his body, and when the black cloud disappeared, the warrior who had bad thoughts was left with no flesh or blood on his bones. The other warrior kneeled and began to pray. And when he prayed, the white buffalo calf who was now an Indian girl told him to go back to his people and warn them that in four days she was going to bring a sacred bundle.

“So the warrior did as he was told. He went back to his people and he gathered all the elders and all the leaders and all the people in a circle and told them what she had instructed him to do. And sure enough, just as she said she would, on the fourth day she came. They say a cloud came down from the sky, and off of the cloud stepped the white buffalo calf. As it rolled onto the earth, the calf stood up and became this beautiful young woman who was carrying the sacred bundle in her hand.

“And as she entered into the circle of the nation, she sang a sacred song and took the sacred bundle to the people who were there to take of her. She spent four days among our people and taught them about the sacred bundle, the meaning of it. And she taught them seven sacred ceremonies: one of them was the sweat lodge, or the purification ceremony. One of them was the naming ceremony, child naming. The third was the healing ceremony. The fourth one was the making of relatives or the adoption ceremony. The fifth one was the marriage ceremony. The sixth one was the vision quest. And the seventh was the sundance ceremony, the people’s ceremony for all of the nation.

“She brought us these seven sacred ceremonies and taught our people the songs and the traditional ways. And she instructed our people that as long as we performed these ceremonies we would always remain caretakers and guardians of sacred land. She told us that as long as we took care of it and respected it that our people would never die and would always live.

“When she was done teaching all our people, she left the way she came. She went out of the circle, and as she was leaving she turned and told our people that she would return one day for the sacred bundle. And she left the sacred bundle, which we still have to this very day. And the sacred bundle is known as the White Buffalo Calf Pipe because it was brought by the White Buffalo Calf Woman. It is kept in a sacred place on the Cheyenne Indian reservation in South Dakota. it’s kept by a man who is known as the keeper of the White Buffalo Calf Pipe, and his name is Arvol Looking Horse.

“And when she promised to return again, she made some prophesies at that time ….One of those prophesies was that the birth of a white buffalo calf would be a sign that it would be near the time when she would return again to purify the world. What she meant by that was that she would bring back harmony again and balance, spiritually.”

http://www.thepeoplespaths.net/lit/bufwoman.htm

All who think only of what they can take to satisfy themselves are like the warrior devoured by the fire of his lust.

We have for a long time been on a terrible path which is going to get much worse.

As the polar ice cap shrinks the shield that bounces much of the sun’s heat will vanish.

https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/sea-ice-climate.html

At the same time the hatred in the hearts of people divided by our beliefs are growing and will continue to grow.

The vision of Crazy Horse is playing out as he saw it: “And he said there will one day be fighting and big fires all over the world. People will be suffering, and our women will cry. Men will be brutal to women everywhere.”

The vision of Quanah Parker becomes more vital by the moment: “Know that from decay comes new life, that what seems to be rotten and putrid is sweet like honey for those that dare to taste. Hold close to this truth and I will not abandon you to your enemies though they swarm about you like a hive of angry bees.”

The world we have known is dying.

That death is not to be feared. Like all deaths it is inevitable.

After the atomic bombs were dropped on Japan Admiral Rickover of the American Navy was asked what lay in the future. He said, “We will destroy ourselves. Something better will rise from the ashes.”

Asked what he most feared Israeli Prime Minister Yitzak Rabin replied, “Fanatics.” The journalist who asked the question said, “Do you mean Islamic fanatics?” Rabin replied, “I mean fanatics…Christian, Jewish, Islamic fanatics.” Rabin was assassinated by a Jewish fanatic.

On Facebook a man wrote to me: “So you deny that racism exists. You’re a moron. Racism and race may both be social constructs, but they both definitely exist, you obviously have never experienced racism

“sent Today at 2:44 PM

“You deny that racism exists let me guess you’re old and white

“sent Today at 2:44 PM

“So you think that family was killed for reasons other than the driver hating Muslims, which is Islamophobia which is a form of racism

“sent Today at 2:44 PM

“You have a pretty odd answer to my Facebook post, calling out racism is not racist, but denying or being an apologist for racism definitely is.”

We don’t put out fires with gasoline. We don’t end hate with hate.

In an article printed in the 1980s in THE TORONTO STAR it was revealed that the government has agents in all the groups in Canada whose job is to provoke violent action. They are called agents provocateur (noun: agent provocateur; plural noun: agents provocateurs a person who induces others to break the law so that they can be convicted).

Every time we hear someone suggest an action we know is wrong remember this.Wrong is wrong.

I don’t know what drove a young man to murder a family in London, Ontario.

I do know that since that happened I have heard and read a lot of speculation. Speculation is gossip.

I am hearing that Canada is a racist country.

Yes, I am on older white man. Yesterday as I travelled by bike along College Street I met people of different skin shades who looked at me with fear. A man wearing a turban passed me. The look he gave was clear.

One of the techniques in Sun Tzu’s ART OF WAR is to get the people of a nation we want to attack attacking each other. A house divided cannot stand.

“Toronto is a cold city,” people told me before I came here in the mid 1960s. I said, “I will warm it up.” Those people said, “You can’t talk to you.”

I hear that a lot.

People who say, “You can’t talk to you” are really saying, “You can’t talk at you.”

I refuse to be afraid.

My high school principal told me one day, “You have the wrong attitude. If you leave this school today you will starve in two weeks.”

I am sure he said that to many before me and to many after me.

The place was Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. It was mid winter.

That night I arrived in Toronto. I thought I had a friend here. I learned I did not.

I had no money. I had no place to stay.

On my second night in Toronto a man who had said he would help me said, “Give me what I want or I will kill you.”

For decades I have stood up to the bullying attacks of a man who has posted flyers around the city designed to incite violence upon myself and others. Despite a feature story in Canada’s newspaper of record, THE GLOBE AND MAIL, https://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/ , people who make a business of saying they will help have not and will not.

Myself and others have received death threats.

So, yes, I have experienced and continue to experience the thing called hate.

As I said, the vision of Quanah Parker becomes more vital by the moment: “Know that from decay comes new life, that what seems to be rotten and putrid is sweet like honey for those that dare to taste. Hold close to this truth and I will not abandon you to your enemies though they swarm about you like a hive of angry bees.”

A few years ago I adopted a cat named Zorro. He arrived here angry. I thought it would take a year for him to come around. He bit me, clawed me, hissed at me and scratched me. My hand puffed up. I had to take medication for his bites. His fur was matted. I took him to a groomer. She said, “I have only met one cat I could not groom.” I left him with her. When I got home the phone rang as I walked through the door. She said, “I met the second one.”

I was told to have him sedated and then shaved.

I decided not to.

Then the miracle happened.

The third time he bit me I said softly to him, “You know, it is okay.”

He looked at me astonished. Then there was a complete personality reset.

I ordered what I needed off the web. I groomed him myself.

Now he spends every moment as close to me as possible.

I know the power of patience, love and understanding to change things for the better.

Storms are a necessary part of life.

Right now we are passing through an enormous storm.

The violence of this storm is doing and will continue to do much harm.

My father was Roman Catholic. My mother was Church of England. I was born in 1946. At that time a marriage between those two faiths was more frowned upon then one between people of different skin shades.

My father’s family was well off and respected. One of his brothers served as Director General of Public Works Canada under Pierre Trudeau.

My mother’s family was dirt poor. They lived on the “wrong side” of the tracks. If I visited her mother on a Friday she served me meat instead of fish.

I grew up with an intimate knowledge of religious intolerance.

For that I am grateful.

On her first day in public school my sister was given the strap. She was six years old. I know personally the brutality of our public school system.

You can say, “But you are not indigenous.”

No, I’m not.

I am, however, no stranger to enduring hate.

I was told before I came to Toronto, “It is a cold city.”

I said, “I will warm it up.”

Margaret Meade said, “Never underestimate the power of one person to change the world for the better. All too often that is all that does it.”

“You have the wrong attitude. You will starve in two weeks if you leave this school today,” the highest authority in my high school told me.

He was wrong.

Our schools are wrong about much.

“It is, in fact, nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of instruction have not entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry; for this delicate little plant, aside from stimulation, stands mainly
in need of freedom; without this it goes to wrack and ruin without fail. It is a very great mistake to think that the enjoyment of seeing and searching can be promoted by means of coercion and a sense of duty.”–Albert Einstein.

“I have seen the way through the maze of the Whiteman’s lies,” said Quanah Parker.

Yes, he had.

Those Whitemen lie to everyone including Whitemen.

The rich and powerful always do.

We built dams by displacing people. Then we found out our dams don’t work.

We tore down what good people called slums. Then we found the places we built in their stead led only to chaos and confusion.

The last thing we need is more change for the better.

Somehow it always turns out to be change for the worst.

 

 

 

 

Our education systems are a business. Nothing more. “School is an institution built on the axiom that learning is the result of teaching. And institutional wisdom continues to accept this axiom, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary,”–Ivan Illich. “We get three educations. The first is from our parents; the second is from our schoolmasters. The third is from life. The last makes liars of the first two.”–Montesquieu.

 

 

 

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