“When the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the white man, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your childrens’ children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone… At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent snd you them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.

Let him be just and deal Kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead - I say? There is no death. Only a change of worlds.” - Chief Seattle

      

  

   

                                                                                                                                                           

Sometimes I have to ask

      Is there anyone capable of love

         as deeply as I see?

Can not we all feel the joy of life,

    why does this wandering have to be?

Is it those things which keep our Spirit

     from being free?

The life which drives us in despair,

    Is often empty within and without,

birthing security from realities built 

    to keep the oceans out.

But islands should rise above the sea

    tranquil places within you and me.

      By ‘seeing’ the past, the present can be comprehended 

            and deeds done can alter the pages yet to be. 

                The end has not been written yet. 

                     Thusly, ones future can begin to take shape in other ways.

       Most of us live only in the consciousness of waking in this multidimensionally fragmented world. A world made by men who believed in making what was best of what was best for them and their supporters; a materially held view of societal order.

        For most of us, this consciousness is everyday reality. We live it one day at a time, just like turning the page of a book. Some of us can perceive the book instead of the individual pages.

     

       Time is then perceived as spiritual time and energy can be understood as standing still yet seeing the pages of the book as an unfolding.

                                                      people pass you

                                             and act like they don't see

                                              That's where we come in

                                              Hey, Stop! Just a minute

                                                  This person is real. 

                                                   and must be seen

                                             That's what we're here for.     

       How many of us understand the concept,

                  “I spent all my money?”

   

    Well just think how you’ll feel when you have 

               

                “spent all your time in life.”

   

       Have you invested or have you blown it?