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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

An Indian Prayer

O’ GREAT SPIRIT,Whose voice I hear in the winds,And whose breath gives life to all the world,hear me!

 I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom.

Let Me Walk In Beauty, and make my eyes ever 

behold the red and purple sunset.

Make My Hands Respect the things you have made

and my ears sharp to hear your voice

Make Me Wise so that I may understand the things 

you taught my people   

Let Me Learn the lessons you have hidden in every 

leaf and rock 

I Seek Strength, not to be greater than my brother, 

but to fight my greatest enemy…myself.

Make Me Always Ready to come to you with clean 

hands and straight eyes.

So When Life Fades, as the fading sunset,

my spirit may come to you without shame.

(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)

Friday, January 20, 2012


Ode To The Intrepid Voyager
by
Oliver I. Spence
Leave undone no quest nor yield to little minds of small men filled with fear.
Take no consul with frightened memory or illusion.
Never smell the dismal air of despair.
It is better to choke on the dust of brave men.
Embrace the unknown with faith of the promise of living in a passionate paradise.

Pray tell, the tales of lights deep in the Abyss
where tears are sowed and hoplessness reaped from rivers of dreams unrealized.

The lights,
be they of burning brimstone embers,
The reflection of stars on polished tombstones,
or
Diamonds from the underworld
Seeking true lovers from above.

I hunger to know all that is.
I am possessed by a passion,
demanding enlightenment
even in the shadow of all man, Angels and Gods.

Legend of Thunupa


Legend of Thunupa 
In ancient times, volcanoes could walk and talk, all of them were male, except for one called Thunupa, who was female. This volcano got pregnant and gave birth to a littlevolcano whose father was unknown. The male volcanoes got into a terrible fight over who was the father, as all of them had had a relationship with the female volcano, so they snatched the young volcano from her and hid him in a far plain called Colchani. Furious because of this, the gods decided volcanoes would no longer walk or talk, they would stay still like stone. Hearing she could no longer move nor go in search of her child, Thunupa began to cry white, milky tears that flooded the plain and formed the Uyuni salt plains when they dried. Her child, the tiny Colchani volcano, is strikingly similar to her, and also laments not being able to go see his mother. 

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Prayer To Your Holy Christ Self.



In the name of God, I AM THAT I AM

 I call on my Holy Christ self to protect, guide and nourish my outer self until it achieves the victory over every outer condition.

Beloved Holy Christ self
Please show me the next step on my spiritual path, show me the illusions I need to leave behind, so that I can fulfill the plan that my soul made before I came into this lifetime.

 Beloved Holy Christ self.
I commend myself willingly,consciously and lovingly into your keeping

Beloved Holy Christ self
Please release into my hands and use today, from my Causal Body, the resources I need to fulfill my divine plan.

May God’s Will be done in my life today and always....

     ASHE