X Marks the Spot

FFS....Angels, tell this one of the wolf stories or something.
That always makes the happy.

Im beside myself aether...I dont want to fuck up.

never lonely can feel lonely i suppose when never lonely crops to remind you of stuff

Its sad to me, cAuse I was told this one was young and did not care much about his heritage....but I wont know that for sure till I question him

oh
i suppose being right thus far is never good news to know when it feels like the next time could be this time

where do you draw the line, how many time do you have to be right before being wrong is called cheating on your past performance

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feels like an emotional experience between you and that which reminds you of the emotional experience life is

i quite like it

Thats just it aether...I have been wrong therefore ypu cant make s right out of it

:)

Are you able to view videos now? Wonderful.

There is a lot going on in the cover art. Said vid was my first impression with your question above. It is very calming and relaxing. I highly recommend should you get some 'alone time'.

yes , likley you are like we, being wrong causes wonders never imagined were you to have right
and
then you notice being you being either
was the key

There is nothing wrong with failure or being wrong. Anyone who professes to be 'right' all the time is lying to you, or trying to sell you something.

When we fail, we are offered more options and tools to succeed the next time.

wishing you multiple kundalinies

Manabush and his Brother

When Manabush had accomplished the works which the Great Spirit had sent him to do, he moved far away and built his wigwam on the northeast shore of a large lake. Since he was alone, the spirits wanted to give him a companion in the form of his twin brother. The spirits brought his brother to life. Manabush's brother looked like a human being but could also assume the shape of a Wolf, which he used when he hunted. Since Manabush had always been aware of the jealousy of the evil spirits from under the earth and the water, he warned his brother the Wolf never to return come home across the lake but rather to always go around it by shore. One day, after the Wolf had been hunting all day, he found himself directly across the lake from his wigwam, and so he decided to cross directly over the frozen lake. When he was partly across the lake, the ice broke and he fell through. He was seized by the bad underwater spirits and destroyed.

Manabush immediately knew what had happened to his brother, and he mourned his brother for four days. Every time Manabush sighed it made the earth tremble, forming the hills and valleys. The spirit of his brother the Wolf appeared before Manabush and Manabush realized that his brother would not return to him. He told the wolf's spirit to go to the west to become the chief of all the departed spirits. Sadly, Manabush gave up his home by the lake and hid himself inside a large rock near Mackinaw.

For many years, the people would visit Manabush there and hold the Medicine Dance which he had taught them. And when Manabush wanted to interact with the people but did not want to show himself in human form, he appeared to them in the shape of a little white rabbit with trembling ears, just as he had appeared to Nokomis when he was a baby.

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Ancient Man Used “Super-Acoustics” to Alter Consciousness (... and speak with the dead?)


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are these /z\ guys from glp

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hehe

Aether..im getting kiowa- apache mixed. .bit not sure if its trickster own real

i`m okay, thread feels lovely, i am going to play some music i know not what yet

one of those really

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How could that be? The two mixed?

in the air

nice

This is very touchy, but needs to be said imo...if the kiowas is who the shapeshifting woman/ buffalo entrusted the peace pipe to, and the l akotas took it for their own...along with slaughtering all the kiowas clan...how is one of thw the goalies of team usa of kiowas?..that means some survived and the apache took them in....

pull the white plastic covers off the receivers that a satellite dish concentrates a reflected signal on to and what you find is not high end technology but a metal structured wave guide.

Maybe they didn't kill the children?

Reminds me of this.


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Im going to ask the apache son that is coming here to stay with us, if he has not kept to tradition, im going to ask to speak with his father. ..if I get no answered...then his grandfather...although I would love to go straight to the top...the elder women...I feel I must start at the bottom and work my way up like anyone else would

Poor lad, don't know what he's in for 'evil cackle'

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There once was an old Indian. His little grandson often came in the evenings to sit at his knee and ask the many questions that children ask. One day the grandson came to his grandfather with a look of anger on his face.

Grandfather said, "Come, sit, tell me what has happened today."

The child sat and leaned his chin on his Grandfather's knee. Looking up into the wrinkled, nut brown face and the kind dark eyes, the child's anger turned to quiet tears.

The boy said, "I went to the town today with my father, to trade the furs he has collected over the past several months. I was happy to go, because father said that since I had helped him with the trapping, I could get something for me. Something that I wanted.

I was so excited to be in the trading post. I have not been there before. I looked at many things and finally found a metal knife! It was small, but good size for me, so father got it for me."

Here the boy laid his head against his grandfather's knee and became silent. The Grandfather, softly placed his hand on the boys raven hair and said, "And then what happened?". Without lifting his head, the boy said, "I went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town boys came by and saw me, they got all around me and starting saying bad things.

They called me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife. The largest of these boys, pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snatched it up and they all ran away, laughing."

Here the boy's anger returned, "I hate them, I hate them all!"

The Grandfather, with eyes that had seen too much, lifted his grandson's face so his eyes looked into the boy's. Grandfather said, "Let me tell you a story."

"I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times. It is as if there are two wolves inside me, one is white and one is black. The White Wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

But the Black Wolf is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them seek to dominate my spirit."

The boy, looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes, and asked, "Which one wins Grandfather?"

The Grandfather, smiled and said, "The one I feed."

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Seer..all I know is the white buffalo woman came to mother too..she was obseesed with seeing the movie when it came out with charles bronson...and she kept very native ways...I still have her moccasins. ..her mothers silver and turquoise ring...and my sisters dream of her burial...burning like skeleton woman. When I asked again before mothers death what we were...I told her all the signs were coming from lakotas...she said again" I dont know why that is , we are cherokee....

Somebody ought to map us on earth, spiraling around (with) the sun, spiraling around (with) the galaxy with presumably the galaxy spiraling around (with) another point.

I wonder if this would "unlock" some perhaps "consciousness" aspects like viewing those newer video fractal programs or like a labyrinth does. Maybe just getting something close is what's coming to me.

Sound can also be used perhaps. Mimic the sounds heard (of the spheres) perhaps or what spacecraft have recorded???

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Or just be honest, forgive, and be generous and grateful and love all that is.

Now I wonder if using tech is considered cheating in the eyes of the universal mind?

Then there is dads family...my great grandpa fromthe pics...no doubt native..but when my granma died and her children were contacted...no one claimed the native land...and once it goes back ancestors cannot reclaim it..so its lost for good. Sad ..my dad his brother and sister were so busy with their lives, they never thought of us kids wanting it...I would have been honoured to be a caretaker of it and pass it to my daughter!