Do-Over

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It is Sunday and I usually take a break from posting but want to continue on the ‘language’ line.

After what I wrote yesterday, I was reminded of my innocence and beginner’s mind in regards to exploring the worlds of language…

Yes, I yearn for methods of communication with access to more depth and breadth.

But wanting to know is just the beginning. A good one, yes, but a beginning none the less.

I want to be clear and speak from solid places but most of the time, these days, those solid places are no where to be found.

So we slog away through the swamps of ignorance, imperfection and tangled beliefs..

Shaky ground.

Visibility low.

My sister-in-law sent me this writing (below) from a HOPI elder.

The HOPI Indians live near me on a windswept mesa exposed to the elements and more visible to the Gods because of it.

This is a gift of language that gets into you by way of truth, absolutely correct timing and recognition of our tenacity and connectedness and fragility.

There’s also hope.

Here is their gift to us:

The first, a written piece. The second, a short video.

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WE ARE THE ONES WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

You have been telling the people that this is the eleventh hour.
Now you must go back and tell the people this is THE HOUR.
And there are things to be considered;

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.

Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.

Know the river has it’s destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all ourselves. For the moment we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather Yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

———– The Elders Oraibi

Video: Hopi Prophesy

Many choose to hear these prophesies as the harbingers of dire news for the planet.  The beauty of language is the quality of subjectivity.

We hear what we hear.

I look at the MS I deal with as a microcosm of these larger ideas.

How to thrive inside change and let the river carry me.

I really do trust the river more than myself and that is a comfort to me.

The ‘surrender thing’ is certainly an honorable goal but easier said than done.

And so.. I’ll begin again…and again…and again…

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