October 22, 2008, San Jose, CA
A LETTER TO “BABY” FROM AKON (Grampa).
[Cuauhxihuitl’s journey. End of June 08, lv: San Jose, destination, MachuPicchu, Peru. Oct 23, 08, nearing Cuzco and Machu Picchu. Goal: To become a better person. Soon home in San Jose]
Sweet little Blue Eagle, greetings,
I have just reread your latest blog and my spirit is full of a sweet expectation that awaits you at Cusco and Machu Picchu. Akon’s old and weak heart is strengthened by your accomplishments and longs to dance in the plaza at Machu Picchu with yours, for I know that you dance for each of us, even as you dream for us all.
Soon this part of your life’s journey will come to a close but many other challenges will automatically open to and for you. Your journey, while unimportant to Science and “progress,” are an immense contribution to the indigenous experience upon this hemisphere, for you have moved the northern and southern hemispheres closer, weakening imitation boundaries that have, for too long, been erected by foreigners to keep us apart and vulnerable. That you respond to the ancient voices that call you will never be a part of Science or History, but they should be, because, in the final analysis, those precious people who have been placed upon your path at the precise moment to cause your journey to be a continual fulfillment of your deeper purpose, guide you for each of us, also.
There is much we cannot know and there is so much you must cause us to remember about our places in the universe and our responsibility to Mother Earth, for we will all be healthier and more everlasting because of it. And one day those reading this letter may see the seeds of our future being planted by you and cultivated by the Great Universal Powers and at the maturing of that planting, find a tender, wholesome harvest. Following your example, one day earth’s children will sing a love song to Mother Earth. The universe will respond to their love, Juyjowa (badness) will vanish, and Earth’s sweet powers will continue.
Soon I will hold you, see love dancing in your eyes, and feel the power that surges through you that has earth’s children as its intention, and it will be so good.
The butterflies in the meadow will chorus to your accomplishments, the bees will make sweeter honey and the blossoms will produce a bounty for the earth’s children. Eagles will sing with the fluffy clouds, the fawn will dance while drinking from the fresh water mountain spring, salmon will glisten all of the colors of a rainbow, and earth’s children will pray at dawn with open hearts, weeping.
For now, enter Cusco and Machu Picchu as our Ambassador, and as our Princess, for the great mountain and the stones of the temple have waited long for your appearance. Then hurry home for it has been too long, too, since you walked with us and from here, smiled upon the dawn and the sunrise. Akon
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"Hay" (thought - the old ones called it 'thinkings'); "dutsi" (the actions of thought, thought bubbling like Alka-Seltzer, a churning, a refining); "la"(the outcome of that action, end product)
Hay’dutsi’la (by thinking with the mind)
According to our legends, hay'dutsi (thought) was the "first thing." Then there was tosok'jami (dream) This universe was not present, only hay'dutsi in the vastness. Thought thought and thought, "for a million years or more" and thought itself into voice. Thought thought voice should be pretty so changed to song. Song dreamed and sang "for a million years or more," then that which we are familiar with as the universe slowly began to appear.
Hay'dutsi'la means "by thinking." Anthropology will attempt to convince everyone that natives the world over are incapable of thought, but it is that study that in its rush to degrade natives has robbed the world of precious thought and dreams. Thought is the driving force of this hemispheric's indigenous, and has been for a very long time, dreams and thought. With this blog I expect to contact thinkers and dreaming children.
The European concept of native people being incapable of thought, by the Study of Man, and confused by the God-concepts that formed European thought, spread across the indigenous homelands, a blanket of hegemony, wounded by rote education, neglected in the realm of the great thinkers, Assigned a special place on the ladder of civilization, one step backwards and downwards, rendered mute by higher education and understood by the masses as frivolous or nonexistent, has caused native thought patterns the world-over to seek refuge in silence.
In that silence the study-of-man then finds a great arena where continuous and irreparable societal damage is constantly inflicted by the “learned” experts of the modern world.
Hay'dutsi'la means "by thinking." Anthropology will attempt to convince everyone that natives the world over are incapable of thought, but it is that study that in its rush to degrade natives has robbed the world of precious thought and dreams. Thought is the driving force of this hemispheric's indigenous, and has been for a very long time, dreams and thought. With this blog I expect to contact thinkers and dreaming children.
The European concept of native people being incapable of thought, by the Study of Man, and confused by the God-concepts that formed European thought, spread across the indigenous homelands, a blanket of hegemony, wounded by rote education, neglected in the realm of the great thinkers, Assigned a special place on the ladder of civilization, one step backwards and downwards, rendered mute by higher education and understood by the masses as frivolous or nonexistent, has caused native thought patterns the world-over to seek refuge in silence.
In that silence the study-of-man then finds a great arena where continuous and irreparable societal damage is constantly inflicted by the “learned” experts of the modern world.
Please support Hay'dutsi'la; many thanks for your kindness
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Darryl "Babe" Wilson
In 1939 Sul'ma'ejote, aka Darryl Babe Wilson, me, was born in Qatsade (Fall River Valley) on the north bank of Sul'ma'ejote (Fall River) at Fall River Mills, a stone toss from It'ajuma (Pit River). Like many native families at that time, my family shadowed in and out of civilization. When I was in the second grade in the Fall River Valley, my mother was killed in a lumber truck-automobile accident. The family shattered, the state caught us and we were scattered in California, but out of our homeland. Summers we managed to run back to our homeland, our people, the dream of life and the ancient dance of nature's powers.
In my gnarled and old age, I look back across the ages and see with my heart that the wonder and magic of children can very well be the emotion that manages to hold earth close enough to sun to make life livable. My parting thought to this earth is captured in my last book length manuscript: Two Moon.
Click here for a more complete version of my bio.
In my gnarled and old age, I look back across the ages and see with my heart that the wonder and magic of children can very well be the emotion that manages to hold earth close enough to sun to make life livable. My parting thought to this earth is captured in my last book length manuscript: Two Moon.
Click here for a more complete version of my bio.
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