WHEN THE GREAT SPIRIT SPEAKS

WHEN THE GREAT SPIRIT SPEAKS

WHEN THE GREAT SPIRIT SPEAKS

My last story/article based in the WAIT-A-BIT!
community, I’m told, was kinda gross. “With very
little redeeming value…” 
       Yeah,  well, that might be true… but if
there are a few laughs in the piece,or a few bits
that  make you smile… that’s the redeeming value,
as far as I’m concerned.

       In the recent past, this community
of wild men and women,  had been so stunned by a bomb blast that no one can remember the name of
the old town we used to live in…when the town still had brick buildings in it…
      
      There are no longer any brick buildings   So far as any of us know, the village now has 16 people in it. Some people live in foxholes just below the surface.There are some women who live a full tier below the surface bunkers, I am told, so it seems  there are another 8 to 15 more villagers… too distrustful to ever venture up towards the surface.
                With the summer flies and the almost unrelenting ice, not many of us enjoy
much surface time… Though there is the ever-rolling river down the hill, and three canoes
… two you can paddle…. only one that is reliable
over any distance…
                I took a ninety mile canoe trip. I did it  once. Artie and I made it to a village south of
Inuvik, where we ate great autumn food and moose steaks. Then we got drunk and I seem to remember having sex with a strong gal on top of me. I lost all my socks ( six pairs) and Artie
lost his wallet…mostly for the pictures in it.
                   But I paddled away south of there
wearing  beaded leather pants
a lovely woman gave
to me.
                  This was when I had just arrived
in the Arctic, and I wasn’t used to
women being quiet. She didn’t say more than
ten words in three days, and I wasn’t mature
enough in the ways of the North to realize
that this was a sign of love, respect and
exceptionally good breeding.
                Me, I talked too much
most of the time, I suppose. But never
once did I hear a word of recrimination.

                We live in cities and we think we know all there is to know. That visit deeper into the north
was my first learning experience. It was the
first time I realized I knew nothing at all.

                 We made it down to WAIT-A-BIT!
8 days later… And going south, we were paddling
upstream.
                 We paddled south into a glorious
crimson, orange and pink sunset
such as I never believed possible.
                 There are moments or Grace
and communion with the landscape up
here… It’s difficult to write about such
moments, because these moments are born
out of times when the harsh living world
is kind to us. It is inevitable that such
moments are lived in solitude
and silence, utter silence when
the Spirit of the Great One speaks.

(C)2014 by W.G.Milne

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WATCHING THE STUMP WHERE THE RABBIT WAS

esday, September 2, 2014

WATCHING THE STUMP WHERE THE RABBIT WAS

PHRASES USED IN SPIRITUAL QUESTS AND MYSTICAL PRACTICES
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”watching the stump where the rabbit was”
= MISSING THE POINT, FOCUSING ON THE WRONG THING
ENTIRELY

CATCHING A CATFISH WITH A GOURD
= ATTEMPTING WITH RIGID INTELLECTUAL
THINKING TO REALIZE A FLUID REALITY (comes from a Zen drawing)

just a finger pointing at the moon, not the
moon itself = phrase describing the nature of verbal
teachings

it is a foolish dog that barks at a
flying bird (Bob Marley song)

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
(self explanatory, Shakespeare)

before Abraham was, I am
(man sees time; God sees the timeless)

the eye through which you see God
is the same eye through which
God sees you
(Christian mystic, Meister Eckhart)

I am the living and fiery essence that
glows in the beauty of the fields
(Hildengard of Bingen)

all is flux – you can’t step in the same
river twice
(Heraclitus)

I am he who is from the Same
(Christ)

forever changing, eternally the same
(Walker Ballantine)

each day the bucket goes through the well,
one day the bottom will drop out (Marley song)

“Nonsense is nonsense, but the study
of nonsense, that’s serious business!”
(a banner that should be draped around university buildings
according to Father David Belyea)

ten years hard at work in the trees,
now sitting by the edge of the forest laughing,
laughing a new laugh
(zen poem)

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