ABOUT THUNDERHANDS



About Me: "Wakiya" (Thunder)
I am a Tribal, Musician, Writer, Artist. I try to walk the path and have studied the tradition of the "Wisdom keepers" like Lame Deer, Fools Crow, Black Elk, and Rolling Thunder from the tribes of this region, and Lao Tzu, Buddha, Bodhidharma, Yeshua, and other enlightened ones from the many various tribes of the earth. I understand the worlds religions and belief systems, and realize the division this can cause by the lack of understanding the "real message" from the Masters. My intention, and life's prayer is to try to live in harmony with Grandmother Earth, Grandfather sky, (Nature) and "the spirit that moves in all things," and help in any way I can to build a bridge between all men and tribes so they can walk their path in a manner that will benefit themselves, the Earth and others. I open up, and ask Great Spirit, The creator, The Tao, The Universe, to work and direct healing and positive energy through me by different means, like the Flute, drums, Words, Prayer, and Touch. I try to be loving and accept others from the heart, and practice forgiveness. I honor all people, the winged one's, and four legged ones considering us all equal, not one being above another. I honor the bountiful Harvest from Mother earth in the form of plant life, water, air and herbs which sustain our oneness with her. I pray all tribes should re-unite as one, so we may protect the planet and live in harmony. Within you, without you.

Mitakuye Oyasin
( all my relations)
Wakiya

Tuesday

Cutting the Spring Breeze


It is said that when the Zen priest Mugaku was captured and about to be killed by Mongol soldiers, he recited the words.

"The spring breeze is cut in a flash of lightning"

Hearing this, the soldiers threw down their swords and fled. In the mind of the Zen teacher, the mind raising the sword overhead was the same as a flash of lightning. There was no mind in the person who cut, no mind in the raised sword, and no mind in the one about to be cut. The person wielding the sword, the sword and Mugaku himself were all empty. The person striking was not a person. The striking sword was not a sword. He himself facing death, was like the wind that blows across the spring sky. The mind of the zen teacher did not stop on anything. He would not have resisted even if the sword had "cut the wind."

This is the state of a true Master.
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