Medicine in the Native American sense is such a multifaceted concept. I love it! It goes far beyond the meaning in our Euro-American parlance. It combines physical healing with its source and spiritual mystery. Medicine can be good or bad like magic and it is about a relationship with three participants, healer, subject and the mysterious source beyond our sensory powers. Unlike the medicine Euro-Americans normally practice, it involves more than fixing something that went wrong in the physical body. Why did something go wrong and what does that indicate about all the dimensions and beings it may involve. Sometimes things go wrong on one level in order to balance or indicate what is wrong on another level.
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Now and then, awareness penetrates the thick layer of beliefs that dull our subtle senses and even our four physical senses. While our dominant socio economic system attempts to control everything and especially nature it may be that a greater problem is that we have too much control, or worse yet, we are unaware of the influences our thought habits have against life itself including our own. We are equally unaware of what pushes our thoughts here or there. When I speak of thoughts, I am aware that thoughts on the whole are the offspring of emotions. Any sorcerer could tell you that it is emotion that drives us.
Could it be that nature’s topsy-turvy upheavals and even strange animal behavior reflect our psychopathic materialistic stance toward our home planet on more than the physical level?
I have been especially aware during the past few weeks that many of my supposedly idle thoughts materialize very quickly. Only by the nature of a particular situation is there a clue of whether we are dealing with the chicken or the egg . As a seemingly trivial example, I recently recalled that my childhood cat Bows loved to lay at the top of the green chair where I read and meditate each morning. The next day Shadow my current cat jumped on top of the same chair for the first time and it has been her favorite position ever since. This was one small example, a coincidence perhaps except it has happened over and over often in mundane ways such as running into someone the day after I thought of them for the first time in years, or even events on a more cosmic level such as natural disasters and political events that crossed into my awareness very shortly before they went on the news. Of course, some things that I wish would materialize have not done so. But, perhaps this is because there is external or even internal opposition against them materializing, in other words, a clash of thoughts.
I have been especially aware during the past few weeks that many of my supposedly idle thoughts materialize very quickly. Only by the nature of a particular situation is there a clue of whether we are dealing with the chicken or the egg . As a seemingly trivial example, I recently recalled that my childhood cat Bows loved to lay at the top of the green chair where I read and meditate each morning. The next day Shadow my current cat jumped on top of the same chair for the first time and it has been her favorite position ever since. This was one small example, a coincidence perhaps except it has happened over and over often in mundane ways such as running into someone the day after I thought of them for the first time in years, or even events on a more cosmic level such as natural disasters and political events that crossed into my awareness very shortly before they went on the news. Of course, some things that I wish would materialize have not done so. But, perhaps this is because there is external or even internal opposition against them materializing, in other words, a clash of thoughts.
Thoughts seem to have a dimension and exchange of their own. Not everything that happens has a thought as its cause, that isn’t what I’m trying to grasp. Certainly, a war of cosmic forces is not a new idea. But, now it is officially and scientifically impossible supposedly because the idea originated from a time of ignorance, i.e., before science. Have you noticed that the word science now has the same effect that the word God once had? Both indicate something irrefutable. Perhaps only the name has changed.
Objective science may not actually be objective. How can we not move the water we swim in? This is certainly not a new thought and physics now recognizes that waves and particles are both accurate portrayals of the same phenomena. This recognition has not trickled down to economics, industry or politics. This is loose reasoning and I’ll have to give it more thought but the gist is how can we prevent or fix problems when we are making those problems with the very actions with which we are supposedly fixing them. However, we have scapegoats to take our minds off of that possibility. Think of the prison system. We apparently need crime to keep it functioning. Nobody questions the amount of tax money it takes to support more and more criminals as they move onto graduate school (penitentiary). An effective criminal education undoubtedly costs the public more than a socially sanctioned education, but they don’t mind because it makes them feel that somebody is doing something to fix the problem of crime.
It’s amazing how easily hypnotized we humans can be by costumes and lingo. No wonder that British solicitors still wear 18th century wigs in court. If you’re going to put on the dog, do it as effectively as possible. Then there is the continuous need for war. Is it only about oil? Earthlings played war long before oil dependence. It really doesn’t matter because there is always something it could be about. Sometimes it appears that war is the only game on earth, that and media. Yet remember that the Romans used the games to keep the public occupied and dumb. I have long sensed that Rome never fell it just morphed. Anyhow, as long as we believe that there are only three dimensions, and everything is how it seems to be within the laws of perception we have been seduced to live by, very little will change. Well, that’s not exactly what I mean. It won’t change by our hand. However, there are higher powers or perhaps they are lower and more basic, as is the earth we stand on. Since we are fighting against our own home, if we win the war, we will lose everything.
Then there are those who believe the answer to the mess we’ve made on earth is extra planetary settlement. I can understand that. Sometimes when I feel that my house is a mess and everything needs to be cleaned and rearranged I just want to move. The serious question for those of us who are poor, and there are more of us all the time, will we be slaves forced to work all our short squalid lives on providing food and goods on an increasingly toxic planet for the billionaires who managed to escape. How long can that last?
Drug addiction, mass shootings, suicide bombers, terrorist attacks, world hunger, obesity, global climate change, monster storms, nuclear plant accidents, fossil fuel shortage, air pollution, juvenile crime, the world is advancing nicely, right? It’s obvious why some folks would like to get off, but I suspect they would take their housekeeping practices with them.
Before all this, there were the indigenous people who had a pretty good life before “civilization” hit them. Their houses were smaller, they didn’t have TV or computers and since they were human they didn’t always get along with their neighbors, but their mistakes got back to them quickly before too much damage was done. Medicine was not only about healing individuals of their particular illnesses but also aimed to penetrate to the core problem through however many dimensions were necessary to reach it. Sometimes it involved the Medicine Man (or woman) working on the whole community and even bringing in animals or plants that may have been wronged. It was a cosmic approach on a tribal level. Now we take an insular approach to global problems. The Earth used to be a good mother who nurtured and taught us. Maybe we modern humans are rebellious adolescents now, but I hope our mother and we survive our delinquency.
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