Underwater screams and gasps as she clasps for a clean breath…
But gets dirty gulps of mercury pulp and arsenic slime which makes her think death.
Salmon people still unaware swim forward into the clouded waters…
Their fate now sealed by the shrouded orders of businesses allowed to be proud of slaughter
Of Innocence and in a sense we are ALL responsible for the damage
We only protest the issues our hearts and minds can functionally manage
Conditioned to ignore and live life in comfort but distracted
While the vascular system of the planet Earth gets mangled and extracted
How you reacted to this violence is a cultural marker of our development
Compassion shows the real evolutionary progress; our egos are irrelevant
An Anthropocentric pat on the back and slow clap for the creatures in control
Old white men just shake it off while their stocks plummet into a dank financial hole
The people near the banks of the river walk around dazed with eyes glazed
Realizing that the phase that was spoke of in phrase about the coming darkest days
Has begun its grand entry, downy vulture feathers fall from the blueness of the sky
The animals stand in a fervent reverence as they witness the swimmers die
A family of bears sing a healing song, their eyes soaked from the contamination
Crying to the skies to ask them why must we suffer through this damnation
The Creators don’t answer at first…they sit in silent thought.
Grandpa just nods with lips pursed in a light of recognition…
while Grandma just focuses her eyes on a spot
She wrings her hands and feels the ache of every toxin spilled into the lake
Her body begins to shake you feel the warmth radiate as her tears begin to break
Grandpa stands and embraces her with a quiet hand on her shoulder
Begins to rub her back as we witness her instantly become 20 years older
She begins to sing a song that predates all things under the sun
It comes from when we used to live in darkness when everything was one
Grandpa gets some water and quickly signals for us to listen
Grandma begins to dance and her ethereal aura begins to glisten
Through her movements she tells us about how it used to be
Her feet step a graceful language of light that tells us of when we were free
All ONE from CREATION…humans were given the gift of a red flower
This flower came from the sun and would represent the delicate powers
That come with consciousness and also represents the destruction
The possibility of losing control and the energy shifts of corruption
The hungry ghosts that work through us; some are obviously starving
These are the energies that over take our needs for wants and the rocks we begin carving
Taking more than we need and selling more than we can ever want
These scars on the surface will heal but the hurt inside will always haunt
Grandmas dance becomes more powerful as we stand to honour her spirit
She spins and spins until the air becomes thin; her heart beat you can hear it
Her song stops…and moves into a quieter peaceful movement
Her voice is beautiful and healing and we all feel the instant improvement
Her feet gently touch the boards of the floor of this house in all of our hearts
She sits and finds her breath and starts to describe to us the parts
That we should be aware of and seriousness of the matter
We will all have to pull together to get through this while silencing the chatter
Listen to our hearts and not our ears when demons speak
The gifts that come from a ravens beak will always be light until we’re weak
Until then we grow strong as a family of one mind under one sun
On one Earth with one love until the last day she comes undone
"Be strong when I am not” she says and looks us all in the eyes
“You know what to do” she tells us all…”And if not you better damn well try!”
Grandma lets out a laugh and tells us to come and eat.
Grandpa smiles and moves his head to make us move our feet.
They nourish us no matter what…Grandma and Grandpa have always been ok.
It’s US who need to take care of OURSELVES and our relationship with the land today.
Our voices alone are just like whispers into space.
But our VOICES as ONE are sonic booms of medicine right in their face
So stand up when Grandma sings and dances and the darkness advances
We’ve had many chances and this is just another one of those romances
With light and dark…becoming one while the hot and cold cause thunder
So whenever we wonder where they are when things get real they live above and under
And all around inside our blood and bones and who we seem to be
Just children understanding this world we see what it really means to be free.
TURTLE ISLAND: We would want someone to help and care for us if the same atrocities were happening to one of our communities. Please put your medicine hearts and minds to work today and send some massively concentrated prayers to the WHOLE Middle East and world struggling with this evolutionary shift into “power with” from “power over”. Our world is experiencing growing pains as we ALL look into our own values, beliefs and ideologies and shed what is not necessary for us to continue as a collective Universal conscience. We are ALL interconnected and we can taste the blood of children in our tears together. WE as a unit have the power to create positive change. Polarized choosing of sides and lack of compassion for other values, beliefs and ideologies creates more wars and destruction. Look to compassion as the driving force for our survivance as warrior/protectors of Earth and beyond.