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

Wednesday

An Election night note:


History will record this as the night the souls of black folk, living and dead, wept-and laughed and screamed and danced-releasing 400 years of pent up emotion.
They were the souls of those whose bodies littered the bottom of the Atlantic, whose families were torn asunder, whose names were erased.

They were those who knew the terror of being set upon by men with clubs, of being trapped in a torched house, of dangling at the end of a rope.
They were the souls of those who knew the humiliation of another person's spit trailing down their faces, of being treated like children well into their twilight years, of being derided and despised for the beauty God gave them.

They were the tears of those of those for whom "yes we Can," Obama's campaign slogan, took on a broader, more profound meaning.

"Yes we can" escape the prison of lowered expectations and the cycles of poor choices.
"Yes we can" rise above history and beyond hatred. "Yes we can" ascend to Martin Luther King's mountain top and see the promised land where dreams are fulfilled, where the best man wins and where justice prevails.

During this election African Americans, their hearts weary from disappointment, dared to hope and dream again. Tonight their dream has been realized.
Whether or not you agree with Barack Obama's politics, there is no denying that his election represents a seminal monument in the African-American narrative and a giant leap forward on the road to America's reconciliation.

In fact everyone regardless of race, should feel free to shed a tear and be proud of how far our country has come.

-Author Unknown

I thought these words handed to me on the day after the election by a friend, was worth printing. In fact these words and feelings for the most part, could be applied to Native Americans and other supressed peoples
Thunderhands

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