I'm living in a wagmuha (rattle)

….. the other morning as I sat in the dark personal anxiety regarding perceived crazy level was skyrocketing a bit, hahahaha. After lighting the candles at 3AM there in front of me sat all the spheres of various sizes and types. Some reflecting the light of the candles. Others self-illuminating. So many stones filling the floor and shelves … anyone coming into the apartment would think me insane and call someone, I don’t know the Better Business Bureau or Local White Coat Facility or my handler.

After all these years I still worry about the perception of others. Insanity. Upon reflection of THAT insanity did my best to let the insanity of the multitude of spheres go and just sat back … breathed … sang along to my music … conducted a pipe ceremony … and listened. Listened to the Mother Earth Mask on the wall, to all the masks in the circle around me … to the kachinas and other stones in the room.

Once my Monkey Mind quieted I was able to hear something fascinating. That the Mother Earth mask was calling these stones from around the world into this room. From China, India, Europe, Africa, Australia, the Middle East, the Americas … they were all sitting in here as part of this prayer I’m offering each day.

Then another voice. A voice whispering that what was being created was a wagmuha. That when the room was smudged, the songs were sung, the pipe loaded … this hoco ka, this altar and sacred space, that has been created is a vibrating wagmuha … a rattle in and of itself. I was quite taken aback by that revelation. But it made complete sense.

The spirits shake the Iyeska and the Iyeska shakes the wagmuha. That is what we are told when we are taught to be Iyeska. We don’t hand the wagmuhas to others to shake … unless we tell the people we are doing so. We don’t trick people … because once you trick or lie … and someone figures out the trick or lie … trust is gone. Knowing is gone. The Iyeska ALWAYS shakes the rattles … the yuwipi man ALWAYS shakes the rattles … the issue becomes, ‘How does the rattle ‘get up there’ or ‘over there’ or ‘how does it shake when the man is wrapped in a blanket’?

The answer to that is what the dominant culture brain cannot fathom. That is where the sadness lay. That is where time and space are modified when the spirit world is involved. That being said, do you understand the ramifications?

No, no you do not.

Why do I say that with such vehemence and authority?

Because most of us cannot even find the time to conduct a 30 minute morning or evening practice each day. Most of us believe in nothing even though we say we do. I have offered to teach the Life Lore in depth … great depth … it would take time … and practice … 4 AM mornings … but there are no takers.

I understand. We are all so busy.

All my elders are dead.

I’m 71 and the days fly by so fast and time seems to be picking up speed. I’m beginning to notice the first glitches in my brain now … Did I take my medication three minutes ago? Why is that sitting out? What day is it? What am I supposed to do with that part of my body? Ok that last one has to do more with muscle memory than memory memory. I’m referencing my calves of course.

The number of people reading these has dropped to a paltry level now … about 1/3 of the people who initially were reading. When I have asked why it is because I am too dark, too negative, too much. I understand that too.

I try to report or write about what is happening in the mornings … what is coming my way. I’ll slap the altar spirits around a bit and ask them to lighten up. To get over the climate crisis and the extinction event and the wars and the fires and floods and massacres … I’ll ask them to find some joy and unicorns.

In the meantime the wagmuha will rattle every morning. It is gentle in the wagmuha and the colors get prettier each day it seems. I’m looking forward to winter when all of the fans can be turned off … right now it is like a wagmuha in a helicopter. It is difficult to be apart from the stones and masks … they bring such peace. Maybe some day you can visit? You are welcome to visit.

Bring ice cream.

And sweet rice for Kuan Yin and Kali Maa

And cedar for Mother Earth Mask

Tracey brought me meatballs and scotch …. she is on the plaque now with Rachael and Chris and Amelia Cenotti for ‘Best Meal Delivery’. Evelyn delivers twice a week so she is a regular hahaha.

Wow I’m rambling. See…my brain. Stellllllllllaaaahhhh

Mitakuye Oyasin

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Spheres