Tag: First Nations

Immutable Truths

If I’ve learned one thing from writing this blog for almost a year now, is that there is a lot of life wisdom and guidance to be found in the world.

I hope I have imparted some of the wisdom I’ve picked up along the way. I hope I have internalized some of it.

Today’s social conceit of our entitled right and access to “almost everything” – if we but follow the program on offer or buy into this person’s philosophy – is essentially a crock. Ultimately, we have to figure out what works for us, the direction of mentors and charlatans notwithstanding.

Most simply put, there are immutable truths about life. We can ignore them but they won’t ignore us. Change your gender. Lie about your birth date. Concoct a fabulous and false story about your origins and lineage. See how far that gets you.

Because, in the end, it all comes down to getting right with ourselves. That’s a lifetime commitment for most folk right there.

We see and read so much about “ensuring the rights of” – name it. The gender confused. The victims of domestic violence. Blacks. Asians. The mentally ill. The homeless. Republicans.

The description of fighting for those rights always provides lively copy. Speaks to the great interest and inherent sense of light-seeking that I believe all humans wish for: justice, fairness, equity, truth.

What isn’t so common is the follow up. We rarely hear what oppressed person or group learn from their “liberation.” Who do they credit for their eventual success? When do they settle into a sense of peace with that they have achieved?

In the end, I believe any joint victory is felt as a personal victory. We are part of many groups and all carry our own inherent prejudices and biases. When a group we feel part of is victorious, we feel victorious.

That’s the reason I believe it is absolutely essential to get right with yourself and whatever you conceive god to be. No matter how solid and comforting and supporting all those groups have been in your life, at the end, we are all completely on our own.

It is not selfishness to focus on and sort out what really matters to us in this life. It is wisdom. Only from that vantage point can you share yourself with others in any meaningful way.

Pity the parrots who never completely come to understand who they are and why they believe what they believe. Those who never learn to think for themselves.

So, once again, I found wise words that spoke to me. I acknowledge wise words for their consistency and relevance over time.

There is no shortage of them. Our task – the biggest – is to sort through them and apply the wisest lessons to our own lives. In my case, it is an ongoing work in progress.

As is much great wisdom, the list of life lessons below is simple. Not easy to follow. But simple.

And as much life wisdom does, this list comes from our First Nations. They had centuries to figure out solid life lessons before “progress” irreversibly altered their way of life and brought us into the great age of “modernity.”

15 REMINDERS FROM THE ELDERS:

1. Get up with the sun to pray. Pray alone.

2. Be tolerant of those who have lost their way. Ignorance, presumption, anger, jealousy and greed come from a lost soul. Pray for them to find guidance.

3. Find yourself, by your own means. Do not let others make your path for you. It is your path, and only yours. Others may walk with you, but no one can make your way (or walk your path) for you.

4. Treat guests in your home with great consideration. Serve them the best food, give them the best bed and treat them with respect and honor.

5. Do not take what is not yours, whether from a person, a community, from the jungle or from a culture. It was not given or won. It is not yours.

6. Respect all the things that are on this earth, be they people, plants and animals.

7. Honor the thoughts, desires and words of all people. Never break them in, or make fun of them, or imitate them rudely. It gives each person the right to their personal expression.

8. Never talk about others in a bad way. The negative energy you put into the universe will multiply when it returns to you.

9. All people make mistakes. And all the mistakes can be forgiven.

10. Bad thoughts cause illness to the mind, body and spirit. Practice optimism.

11. Nature is not FOR us. It is PART of us. She’s part of your family in the world.

12. Children are the seeds of our future. Sow love in your hearts and water them with wisdom and life lessons. When they grow up, just give them space to grow up.

13. Avoid hurting the hearts of others. The poison of their suffering will return to you.

14. Be true (transparent ) all the time. Honesty is the test of one’s will in this universe.

15. Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental person, your Spiritual person, your Emotional person, and your Physical person: they all have the need to be strong, pure and healthy.

Evelyn D Springfield  ·   · 

Energetically Speaking

The mysteries of energy – what it is and how it works – are largely beyond me.

Personally, I know when I have an abundance of it. And I really know when I don’t.

I accept that energy is all around us and supports us and all other living things. Naturalists might interpret that universal energetic flow as god at work.

But beyond that superficial understanding and my reliance on electrical outlets to power up whatever device I need to use, my understanding of energy is scant.

Eastern religions have a deep and complex understanding of energy. They understand how the energy in us is connected to a larger energetic system.

Some Westerners have clued in and try to apply the knowledge of those belief systems to our own philosophical frameworks.

From this, many Westerners have adopted and follow the dictates of balancing their chakras and pursuing a yoga practice. In Far Eastern culture, internal energetic pathways in the body are called meridians which are the channels through which chi (life energy) flows.

This belief system attributes a lot of suffering and illness to blockages in energy flow. Acupressure and acupuncture evolved as methods to unblock the meridians. By doing so, the body’s own healing energy can take over and bring it back into balance, or a state of wellness.

It all seems like delicate balancing act to me to achieve and maintain a state of wellness in ourselves and on our planet. Many capitalists don’t think this way. Nature is seen strictly as a resource to exploit.

We are all paying a high price for that attitude with climate change and increasingly extreme weather events around the world.

Likely, we have all heard the analogy of how the butterfly flapping its wings can impact events on the other side of the world.

I will rely on this quote by Catherine McKenzie to better explain where that philosophy comes from:

“They say that if a butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian rain forest, it can change the weather half a world away.

Chaos theory.

What it means is that everything that happens in this moment is an accumulation of everything that’s come before it. Every breath. Every thought. There is no innocent action.

Some actions end up having the force of a tempest. Their impact cannot be missed. Others are the blink of an eye. Passing by unnoticed. Perhaps only God knows which is which.

All I know today is that you can think that what you’ve done is only the flap of a butterfly wing, when it’s really a thunderclap. And both can result in a hurricane.”

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10523011-they-say-that-if-a-butterfly-flaps-its-wings-in

That would appear to put an enormous amount of responsibility upon individuals to consider and monitor how their actions could affect outside events.

I believe there were great cultures that did do that as part of their inherent belief system. First Nation tribes believed spirit was in every living thing. They treated the Earth they lived on and the animals that were sacrificed for their survival accordingly.

I think it is a fair comment to say that sensibility was eradicated at the end of the nineteenth century as effectively as First Nations people and the buffalo were.

All to say, I superficially understand the dictates of maintaining my own energy supplies. I pursue practices and activities that I believe support that effort.

Mostly I have taken up certain practices through a zig zag process of traia and error over the years.

Yoga helps unblock parts of my body that are tight and tied into knots, essentially by tying itself into knots. No wonder so many Westerners think yoga is weird.

I have had acupuncture when no other modality seemed to improve that nagging bursitis in my right scapula. I don’t well understand how acupuncture works, only that it has and does. That is sufficient to my purposes when I am in chronic pain.

They say that the more you know, the less you know. Or as more accurately expressed by Aristotle: “The more you know, the more you know you don’t know.”

Regarding life energy, flow, Spirit and interconnectedness among all living things, that is precisely my experience. I know a little bit about a lot of things.

I am in a chronic state of tension as a result. I realize I will never reach that carrot of fully understanding the fundamental mysteries of life: where life started, what life is and what keeps us and life constantly moving forward.

I do know I appreciate the unrelenting quest and happily sacrifice a fair amount of my life energy to seek answers to those multitude of things I do not understand.

I pray for the sustained energy to keep me pursuing that quest for as long as Nature/Spirit/god permits.

Sacred Space and Place

The word “sacred” is done to death. The word is bandied about with what seems like very little spiritual ballast to help us access it these days.

As I have come to understand sacred space, it is a place we carve out to commune with ourselves and with Spirit. Or more accurately perhaps, the Spirit within ourselves. Or, as in some traditions, a Higher Power.

Now there’s a lot of assumption going on right there. “Communing with Spirit” is off-putting to many. You can’t taste it, hear it or see it. Not with our physical senses at any rate. But open yourself up and you can surely feel it.

There are two reasons why a call to sacred communion is off-putting, I believe. Connecting with “Spirit” assumes you believe there is “One.” You must also believe that “Spirit” is available to you and willing to spend time with you. (Who am I, we may ask, for Spirit to talk to lowly me?)

The second reason it is often off-putting is that notions of Spirit are fragmented and compartmentalized in our lives today. Where do we even go to connect with “Spirit” if we believe in one? Church? Or a synagogue or a mosque? Somewhere where someone in fancy clothes with elevated connections to “Spirit” grants us access?

Here’s the thing. What I believe is that Spirit is an inherent part of “who we are.” It is universal and inborn in every one of us and is included with membership in the human race. That other stuff – the fancy garments and learned sermons – is a form of religious theater.

It is vitally important to some people. The dogma of church and religious teachings grounds many people in their lives and guides their actions. I have no quarrel with that. But I will say it is likely a little narrow in terms of what Spirit actually is and does.

I don’t care how much one studies or learns or how old and wise they get, the fundamental mysteries of life remain fundamentally mysterious. No one to my knowledge has cracked the code of how Earth came to be in the form it is and what it does.

There are no answers to devolving the “miracle of birth,” except from a strictly scientific and biological perspective. And let’s admit it. That comes up a little short in the “explanation” department.

So today I was touched once again by the teachings of my dear old friend Joseph Campbell (in my mind’s eye only; I never met the man.) He talked about the crucial need to create a sacred space in our lives. His prescription was to carve out a space or even maybe an hour a day to do nothing.

No chores. No phone calls. No conversations. Nada. Just focused me time. To play your favorite music (no matter how bad it is in the opinion of others.) To go inward. To write perhaps. To just be. And see what comes up.

Hah. Nice try with a quasi-OCD, Type A, get ‘er done kinda gal. But I am working on it. And I have experienced sacred spaces and places before. Sustaining them seems to be an issue.

Joe Campbell says it is important to carve out sacred space for ourselves now because our capitalist system focusses almost exclusively on social and economic activities. When First Nations roamed North America, they inherently understood that everything about them was sacred. The land, the skies, all of nature.

They acted accordingly. No wonder they were such a threat to the invading white Europeans. Europeans “triumphed,” in fact, because, they had little to no sense of spiritual relationship to the land and nature. What a high price we have all paid for that disconnect.

Spirit lives in all of us. It may be dormant or temporarily absent or out dealing with some other poor schmuck who has appealed to it for succour. We can disconnect from “Spirit” through our deeds and words. But it is never dead, dead.

I believe Spirit supports and encourages life and loving. Our worldly pursuits may cause us to lose track of that fact. In my healing journey, I often said, I abandoned myself, but god (as I choose to call Spirit) never did. When I was acting contrary to the laws of love and connection, the disconnect was painfully evident.

It is how I understand clinical depression. A disconnect with the essence and vitality of who we really are. Sure, part of it may be brain chemistry. (Who devised that in the first place is the obvious question?) But Spirit heals from within.

Great spiritual leaders have always know that and preach about it. Religious leaders? Well, it depends on how spiritually driven their beliefs and actions are. Among the best I ever knew was Rev. John Hogman. John was half of the ministerial tag team at Fairfield United Church in Victoria, BC with his wife, Rev. Michelle.

John’s sermons were consistently marked by his ability to connect the relationship between the scripture Jesus Christ proselytized and our everyday life. A song that was popular when Rev. John was on the planet was Joan Osborne’s One of Us: “What if God was one of us … just a slob like one of us … just a stranger on the bus … tryin’ to make his way home.”

So it would appear I need to tune up my Spirit communion skills. To carve out serious “me time.” To move more into the camp of human “being” instead of human “doing.” To reacquaint myself with a sense of awe, joy and wonder.

Because after all the money has been earned, the lectures have been delivered, the books written or read, what else is there??

Spirit and the Great Mystery. Even if I don’t “know” what the heck it is.

The American Buffalo

I’ve never seen a Ken Burns documentary I didn’t like. Burns’ epic two part, four hour documentary on the American Buffalo that aired last week on PBS was no exception.

I sometimes delude myself there is nothing new for me to learn. That is because I have no interest in learning astrophysics or nuclear fission. But this documentary surprised me.

It turns out there was tons I didn’t know about the history of the American Buffalo in North America. More important, I didn’t fully realize how intimately intertwined the fate of the buffalo was with the indigenous peoples who relied on them.

There used to be millions of buffalo roaming free on the open grasslands in North America back in the mid-1800s. Millions. The indigenous peoples who hunted them for food, clothing and shelter, had a deep and mystical connection with them.

Buffalo were so embedded in the life and well-being of indigenous peoples, it would have been hard for anyone to imagine they could disappear. But the American Buffalo was nearly wiped out. The tale of how the buffalo was nearly eradicated goes hand in hand with the cultural and actual genocide of many native American Indians.

Ken Burns’ documentary ostensibly starts out to teach us how the greed and violence of Europeans decimated the great North American buffalo herds. His story inevitably explores the concomitant demise of indigenous peoples who lived here first. It was shocking to see the parallels drawn so clearly.

I, like nearly every other North American kid, grew up witnessing depictions on film of the struggles between white Europeans and Native Indian tribes as a fight between good and evil. And in that order.

There was an Indian reservation quite close to a friends home in the little town I grew up in. I still remember the solemn warnings of my friends mother. “Stay away from there. The Indians are known thieves and rapists.”

Couldn’t think of a much more effective way to strike terror into the hearts and minds of two pre-pubescent girls. Even if we didn’t quite get what rape was, we knew it was very bad and we didn’t want it to happen to us.

Sadly, the buffalo didn’t have anyone to protect them. They were shot and killed in the millions by greedy white hunters. Only selected parts of the buffalo were taken as trophies or to cash in on whatever body part was in demand – their coats, or tongues, or heads. The rest of the corpses were often left on the Prairie to rot.

So we white folk – as the now predominant culture in North America – depicted the Indians as cutthroat savages who would kill us as soon as look at us. It seems ironic that white folk under similar threats – which European settlers and military battalions certainly were to them – such action was not only expected, but lauded.

History is written by the winners. If winners is the right word to describe the victors in widespread murder and land theft. It is understood that indigenous peoples did not understand the concept of private land ownership. I understand they believed themselves to be part of and stewards of the land they lived on – not owners. This lack of discernment cost native people dearly.

I watch the mealy-mouthed machinations of the predominant white culture now trying to make amends with indigenous peoples’ for the wrongs of their ancestors’ past. Canada’s truth and reconciliation commission generated an apology from the sitting government and a national day in honor of the horrific treatment of Canada’s First Nations people, especially in residential schools.

It’s something I guess. But that’s the thing about winning. The sharpest operators know it is better to beg for forgiveness, instead of asking for permission beforehand. What’s done is done, we say.

Possession is nine tenths of the law when it comes to property ownership. Conveniently, that law came into being long after the bulk of indigenous North American Indians were pushed off the lands they occupied for thousands of years. New game. New rules.

It’s little wonder indigenous peoples are working hard to reclaim what they once had and lost. They are creating a new game with their new rules.