A myth

The Origin of Light

 

Native American Lore

 



In the early times, there was only darkness; there was no light at all. At the edge of the sea a woman lived with her father. One time she went out to get some water. As she was scraping the snow, she saw a feather floating toward her. She opened her mouth and the feather floated in and she swallowed it. From that time she was pregnant.

Then she had a baby. It’s mouth was a raven’s bill. The woman tried hard to find toys for her child. In her father’s house was hanging a bladder that was blown up. This belonged to the woman’s father. Now the baby, whose name was tulugaak (Raven), pointed at it and cried for it. The woman did not wish to give it to him but he cried and cried. At last she gave in and took the bladder down from the wall and let the baby play with it. But in playing with it, he broke it. Immediately, it began to get light. Now there was light in the world, and darkness, too.

When the woman’s father came home, he scolded his daughter for taking the bladder down from the wall and giving it to the child. And when it was light, tulugaak had disappeared.


an Alaskan Myth from the Inuit

 

There is always some truth behind myths, some knowledge which one receives from the heavens to share for eternity… a tale to live forever in our minds… to grow in thought and escape into freedom… Words to inspire great vision… a great vision we can journey towards… it is in these visions, these myths… these tales which inspire us to bring forth salvation and great possibilities…


Let us create through thought… let us live through visions… let us believe in myths and fairy tales… We were given our minds… our hearts… the capacity for such greatness…Let us believe in something…

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Silent Night

The sky is ever so fair

Stars glisten, blissfully unaware

The ray of orange surpassing their might

As rays of sun blind us from eternal a night

 

The wind nestles the trees

Promising release and reprieve

The onus unfair

Leaving promises forever to bear

 

Ponder these tasks upon these silent nights

Watch the light dance upon the moon sunlight

Reflect as reflections do

Shimmer and dance into something new

Yet when reflections fade

Remember it and gaze into darkenss

Sit in silence

For these are the silent nights

 

When the night is nearly spent

We watch and wait

For the dawn is the new fate

And dawn shall bring a new day

And day shall bring a new night

A silent night

We shall wait

The journey

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I have come a long way
Journeyed a quiet pass
Explored a closed passage
Fallen away to the past

I have learned of virtue
I have learned of pain
I have learned to be patient
even learned to tempt fate…

All my wandering
All my travels rest
I am left in solace
I am quietly blessed

For time is wisdom
Wisdom is gained
The road to discovery
Forever I paved

 

Though simple it seems

We often learn more from our dreams

To follow the everyday path

To remember the meanings have passed

To look for the journey

We must look for the pain

To look for happiness

We must be able to envision the same

Messages

Messages 

They come in all forms… words of advice from some higher self… your higher self

These serendipities… syncronicities 

Coincidences…

Is that all they are?

 

How busy are we when we can’t take a minute and unwind… think about our burdens… think about the meanings…

How busy are we when it becomes stressful to stop and breathe?

These instances are when our mind/subconsiousness looks for signals… they are there already… we are just too busy to notice… it is our higher self which relays the message to the mind. 

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These messages are all around… the messages are the ones we are too blind to see… plainly visable and understandable… they are our signs… we realize the problems, know the solutions, yet they are unheard…

Poverty 

Hunger

Genocide

War

These things are our messages… we know they are situations which are difficult… altering… these are things which we understand and know they shouldn’t be… they are our lessons… the fact that we all  know they are sorrowful… we all feel for the situations passionately… these are the things all sides can agree on… things that are inhumane… yet, there they are… existing… and to such extremes it breaks even some who are not there is person…

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There are those which do wonderful charitable works… philanthropists… and every day good people… yet there are those who close there eyes to it… refuse to think, let alone acknowledge these situations… let us learn our lessons as a whole…

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“One of the most powerful vision I have experienced was the first photograph of the earth from outer space.  The image of a blue planet floating indeep space, glowing like the full moon on a clear night, brought home powerfully to me the recognition that we are indeed all members of a single family sharing one little house.” -dalai lama

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So in conclusion…  these are extremes… which are our messages… we need to listen more… perhaps the solution is there as well… we just need to look a bit deeper… and share with one another… 

My Time

An angel came softly,
“Your time is coming”

Scared she knew,
“I am not ready!”

Angel questioned quietly,
“What were you waiting for?”

She thought loudly,
“I didn’t think it would be this soon.”

Interested Angel asked,
“What do you think Life is? What of destiny?”

Confused she pleaded,
“Please, I need more time”

In silence and serenity Angle spoke,
“Why shall I grant it to you? Deep inside you knew the rules. No one controls fate.”

She knew, she finally understood,
“What have I done?”

Angel sat serene, pondering her troubles,
“I mean you no sadness, only peace. Most do as you have done, they wait. For what, I know not.”
“Your time is close at hand. I grant you this one moment. For it is sad, you all hold so much”

Her relief passed through into worry and grief.
“One moment? I need more time, what is a moment?”

Bewildered Angel spoke,
“You have had this gift, and yet, still you ask more. You have had this Life, and still you need more. Always more, that is why you choose to remain? Yearn for more time? What more could you want?”

Unable to respond, she sat. Then sadly she answered.
“I just want more time. Just more time.”

Angel replied,
“Time? That my friend is subjective. Now take this moment and face this moment as if you are free. Live this moment for you. For this moment will pass. It will leave you, as will I. Only when I leave, I take with me your desire for time. I will show you your desire is nothing greater than a veil, a mirage. I will not fill the void, I will let it be. So focus on Life and leave times distraction behind.”