Feb 12, 2010
BLOG NOTE
Greetings, my blog page has been dormant for several reasons, mostly because I spent much time in the hospital and got out in worse shape than I entered. My toe was infected then amputated. While recuperating in the hospital I caught an unknown disease (something that has been mutating since Columbus and Cortes) and was another month getting through that affliction. Me being an old dog, it has taken much rehab to get me strong enough to pursue life, but I am now doing that. But before this commotion began, my word processor crashed. It has been a trial recently.
There are two projects I am working on.
I am developing a book for children to read to their parents and grandparents or other children facing “death.” It is about the “Journey of Life” we were put upon while we yet lived I the-land-beyond-the-stars. Some of the creation of this earth, according to indigenous legends, will be presented as well as old lessons involving Coyote, and the wisdom that has passed from generation to generation since we departed the land-beyond- the-stars. At the core, it is about the continuation of life, life never ending but changing as it journeys past forever..
Currently I am working with community children. They are doing the cover and other art, and a second grade girl will be the editor. She will show me how she would say something as opposed to how I would say it (particularly to “Gramma”). She will make other appropriate suggestions and corrections.
The working title is, “DEAR GRAMMA” but nothing is set in granite yet.
CRUSADE
Many of us are weary of the 500-year Crusade the Christian “civilized” world put upon nature and life during the massive American land grab of this hemisphere and the genocide of indigenous by the intruding hordes, coupled with history lies and the cover up tactic.
The current explanation for the millions of murders and torture amid a gargantuan amount of atrocities perpetrated by the horde of intruders upon this hemisphere is, “The Indians got a raw deal.” The “raw deal” is not over, it has never abated, so “got” is the improper tense for the verb. There has been no attempt by the invading hordes to justly end the “raw deal.” The “raw deal” continues and with new velocity, daily.
Our children do not deserve another 500-years of “raw deal,” but that is what we are promoting if we do not use our thought-dream power, unite as one body with one voice and take appropriate steps to correct the situation. Being apathetic to future has never been an indigenous goal. I am convinced that it is long past time for 500-years of “raw deal” to visit the intruding hordes, their offensive form of government and their corporate monsters.
Sul’ma’ejote
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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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