“For many years these Achuar communities have dreamt of
introducing themselves, their way of life and the beauty of their ancestral
lands to the rest of the country and the world. For the Achuar, a dream is not
simply a passing, nocturnal illusion without relation to one’s waking life. On
the contrary, dreams are gateways allowing communication with the spirits of
their ancestors, who come to visit and talk to the living, giving them advice
and a vision of their future so that they can tread a clear path in life.” (Source)
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North America on a map, tangled in intercalated diagrammatic
linearity. A pale shade of red loosely emboldens Native lands. The patchy
splotches of coloration on the otherwise black and white delineation of
national-political boundary displaces geography with a time-bound worshipping,
a cultural veil of truancy, a wakeful respite from truth. Looking at the
seemingly random collection of red area follow my eyes as my eyes follow
easterly into the heart of New England, my mind is inundated with a series of
educational videos on sexual abuse in reserve/reservation communities.
Homoerotic visuals tear my stare into blurry remorse for the heady desperation
and wasteful racism, looking away from the natural history, the undeserved step
over fellow men. As I contemplate the madness of the contemporary imagery
presented to me, I turn a corner atop a towering butte in the skyscraping mountainous
land, hiking through a valley pass, immersed in the cold sky air, unobstructed
by not but stone and hair.
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Map
"To dream of a map, or studying one, denotes a change will be contemplated in your business. Some disappointing thing swill occur, but much profit also will follow the change...To dream of following a map means you are going in the right direction in a real life situation. It also symbolizes emotional and spiritual growth...A confusing chart may indicate that you lack a clear sense of direction in your everyday life or are in the midst of changing long term plans." (iDream)
________
to the racist, sexist and conservative religious wine,intoxicating the West
with a throat climbing upwards
to vomit the female's adam apple,
now so dry, shriveled with frost,
cracked and permanently wasted,
not a thought to re-cycle,
only the Mother (Mater/Matter) abuse,
to forgive latent mindreaders
stating new thought dictionary entries
new, with fresh ink over the staircase travelogue,
leading yet leaderless,
wading in the warm bathwater
fresh and awash with the purest feeling,
drinking earth and swaying so slightly
atop family trees brushing neatly
along the skin-touched pages
leafing soundly into a freed paradigm
lonesome with radical imagination,
to resist the sufferer's cold throne and sleep
instead in the deadly fog of oblivion,
away from the driven masses
who prepare to wake
...
who failed to swear an addiction into existence
over the creator's blue telephone,
hushing the musical light from beyond
into anonymity,
whose authoritarian drug was fixed by the word,
and now silent to the punch,
a subtle dream
slaking the thirst for lucidity to be
in modern consciousness,
say
"it is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a sick society" (J. Krishnamurti)
...
a healthy wave reaches sky's peopled shores,wherein all are recognized within the womb,
unborn demigods come to that awareness,
giving lush expressions to instantaneous action,
rousing impassioned need to flow with an artistic palette,
swimming above extinction in winter's unprepared lulls,
choking the urge toward movement within,
a mental pride
singing zealous
while sad, and diving earnestly
into depression's darkest ignorance
shadow's dust so remote
now only found in greed, sick corners
within a Southerly, Global hate,
trading laws with resistance,
scheming out of natural dependence,
realizing childish humility, and finally
forgiving the precious sources of Love,
kneeling before forests,
swamps, wetlands, rains, fogs,
winds, grasses, bushes, trees,
soils, shores, stones, and all measure of fungal being
as barefoot sleepers,
smiling at the unknown,
unknowingly
- excerpts from "truth, judgment or unknowns"
