The Healing Power of Nature

“The Healing Power of Nature”

Toni Truesdale

Healing power of nature,

With the presence of the spirit world.

Unravels the hierarchy;

Founded on the cruel,

Destructive, domination of the other.

Original gifts of feminine knowledge is

The legacy of the great mother religions of old

Returning to heal our suffering earth.

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Sacred Spaces

Holy Island

Shrine of the Old Ones,

Beacon through the years;

Illuminating the worn pilgrim’s path

To the point of Prayers

That continually resonate Peace.

In the voice of so many, languages, every day.

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Bears Ears National Monument: Valley of the Gods

Looking up into temples of stone:

Empresses seem seated on high thrones

Of red rock soaring upwards;

Arches blink tiny windows of contrasting color

As eyes blindly stare 

Down walls of petrified faces.

The monuments glow in the days embers,

Clouds gather to sear the blues,

The fire of the day is arrested,

Permeating dusk 

Into the still shimmering sky. 

white is the absence of color

White is the absence of Color

Fear in a rainbow world

Where the extreme and stereotyped are esteemed and taught;

Disjointed by anger and guilt

All white and too black

Suppressing the complication of grey.

The lightest prized, the whitest honored

The newest, shiniest, costliest elevated.

Only to value,

The subtle skin shades

Eggshell, off-white, peach, rose or palest beige;

As the hues of the beautiful brown, reds and yellows are ignored.

Fear of color…

The darkest eyes are glanced away

So not to see most of humanity

Why criticize the night

And condemn all the tones of the earth?

For white is the absence of color.

International Woman's Day 2017: Joining Hands Across the Globe

“Circle Dance”

by Toni Truesdale

Many ceremonies all over the world are danced in a circle.

In the northern hemisphere people dance counterclockwise.

In the southern hemisphere people dance clockwise.

We all follow the rhythms of the earth.

The drumbeat is the heart of the great mother, ancestress of all life.

All people have danced in this way at one time.

We all share a common humanity and one inter-tribal world.

T.Truesdale copyright 2000

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The Hopi bring words of caution and choice to the world

CHOICE

The Hopi had long been custodians to a prophecy written on a stone tablet.

Their instructions, from the creator, to migrate to a special place and to keep this secret.

They would know the time to bring it forth and share with the world.

Carl Jung went to the Hopi to ask them about this, but was refused, 

for the elders felt the time was not right.

It is said that the testing of the nuclear bombs in New Mexico triggered the Hopi

to send out four men to talk to the world about the path it was taking in 1948.

The Hopi received their original instructions, in these was the caretaking of sacred knowledge,

 the setting of the shrines to the four directions and to become a spiritual center

 where prayers are said for all life on earth to live in balance, harmony and peace.

One messenger was Thomas Banyacya, I met him several times in Philadelphia at Friends Meeting House as well at a symposium many years ago.

He was introduced by Onondaga Faithkeeper Oren Lyons in this way:

 "Thomas got on the plane in Arizona, it was softly raining. The rain followed Thomas 

to the east coast where it became snow that fell in a horizontal pattern as he got off the plane."

Rain is a sacred blessing in the Southwest.

Thomas Banyacya told the story of the prophesy stone many, many times.

 He with other Indigenous leaders delivered their prophesies to the UN. 

We have a clear choice if we continue on the path of war and destruction.

We must chose to live in balance with the natural world.

He warned of a the changes in climate, drought, flooding, winds...

And of a Third World War which will destroy all mankind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXnFhr6y8jI

 

“The law says if you poison the water, you’ll die. The law says that if you poison the air, you’ll suffer. The law says if you degrade where you live, you’ll suffer... If you don’t learn that, you can only suffer. There’s no discussion with this law.” - Oren Lyons

 also:The Prophesy of Handsome Lake by Doug George:

https://www.manataka.org/page2330.html

Art is an act of Love

Silence: a love poem

Letters stilled,

Songs buried with the dead.

Violence brought about

By the fear of words, the brush, the pen…

All birthed by pain and blood.

Images of enlightened are pursued by those who want to silence….

The power of thought,

Boldly struck;

Court death, censorship, imprisonment, exile

Or quickly, negation.

Yet this is how we love

Some praise the deceased

Lorca, Neruda, Brutus, Agosin, Lorde, Tutola

Stilled words

That still liberate us all

Many, many more musicians, writers, painters;

And the very heart of humanity the poets

This is how we love, now

By braving all

For all of us.

The few tears others shed

While savoring every fierce word and image;

That are left behind or becoming

Smell numbly of the fear

Of not embracing the art, the truth

And leaving behind blindness.

To us, the artists

That shiver awake at night

Lie in terror not of death

But of not loving enough.

This is not courage at all

That imperils us,

But passion

For we must see into the darkness

And define it;

Or suffer not to love.

Some have tried to stop me too

In so many ways’

To convince sweetly or conquer with terror.

I have been shot at, men threatened to have my hands cut off.

Worse ignored like the Cassandra that I am.

I never stopped for

What I,

All of us, fear the most,

Is to stop telling

And be silent.

This is how I love

Must love

Thoughts of the beautiful, the neglected, forgotten, untold

But haunted by the terrible visions of violence;

Rendered well.

For this is how artists love…

Toni Truesdale copyright 1990