My Hopi Dream

My Hopi Dream

I had a dream of walking in a long column of people, along the edge of canyons. For ages and ages. Migrations, moving from home to home, living our imperative, leading to a final home, land claimed for our creator. For long ages we walked, the generations walked.

I read the Book of the Hopi. It was the summer and fall of 1969. I learned a different history of this place. I was a student of Western civilization, and this was not what I had been taught. But it was truer then what I had been taught. It was the story of mankind, it was the memory of our time on Earth, and walking through the desert sky.

I knew the USA to be a transitory story, the younger brothers tale. Fast cars and asphalt, electric wires through the sky, presidents and tv screens, buying things and things and more things, the Jones and Dow Jones, and heros made of money.

But I remembered that other time and place, stone homes in a desert canyon's night. And I knew it to be truer, men living as they should. I had walked those red rock places, heard the Pleiades singing in our night eyes, long columns walking from home to home, living that imperative, remembering a different history, trying to keep the balance, our lives a part of myth. Before younger brother arrived crazy and forgetting.

I visited those stone homes in the canyon walls and mesa tops. I remembered the dream as the memory of my friends and I. Hopi on our journey home. 

The generations past, that other world. I was visiting only, in this place called USA. 

Passing through this crazieness, protective of my earlier homes, time capsules in the red rock. In that bigger time, that longer story.

The Hopi and the Kogi guard those memories now, while the younger brother crazies through his time. Presidents and tv screens, red rock homes sleeping beneath the Pleiades. 

A fleeting thing, this USA. Long columns of people on the canyon rim, going home in that other place. That bigger time, that longer story, this ever proper myth.

The Time Is Here

We Americans, in this time and place, now must act with honor, and hold to account a President who has not, and is not, himself acting with honor. We have a responsibility, as citizens awake in this time, citizens who will not permit dire threats to our republic to simply disguise itself as a cult of personality, citizens awake, citizens in conscious participation in our body politic, citizens as protectors of our social ties and political institutions, we have now the responsibility to hold this President to account for his behavior, and for his clear intent. To subvert this republic, to treat it with more disrespect than any chief executive in our nation's history. The existential nature of this crisis must be understood with utmost clarity, its urgency acknowledged.


He sold thousands on a scam called Trump University. He has sold 10's of millions on a scam called President Trump.

This emperor has no clothes. Sooner, not later, it's time we simply acknowledge this extraordinarily dangerous mistake the citizenry of our republic has made. We must acknowledge and resolve, unwaveringly resolve, to put solution to this crisis, to bring a nascent dictator to heel. We may not have been a beacon to the world, a shining city on a hill, as much as we may have been taught in grade school, there are dark chapters to our history, but we still must have enough pride in who we are as a people, unique unto ourselves, protectors of our nation's very health and survival.


We still need to remain awake, not sleepwalk through that part of our nation's history that is ours to live.

It may be that we will never again be asked to make a decision this momentous in the life of our nation. We cannot afford to get this wrong. And if enough of us, awake to exactly who we are and where we are in time, understand the call of history, the weight of responsibility to protect this nation that is put to us, and the need to ensure that all future generations of Americans will remember us as those who said "Enough!!", then that is what we will do.

The child will have his tantrum, but the child must be removed from the Oval Office.

Narratives

We live within a plethora of competing world views, and people are prone to falling under the spell of any number. Everybody's got a story to tell. Everybody's got a narrative. Each narrative a world unto its own. There's a narrative that exposes the Elites and their evil designs, another narrative the shining city on a hill, the sea to shining sea narrative, the God bless America and make her great again narrative, a narrative of manifest destiny. Everybody's got a story to tell, a narrative to give meaning and provide a roadmap to a future. It's a maze of possibilities, and if you know how to listen, you can hear these days a primal scream in the collective soul of a nation. If you're of a certain mind, of a certain narrative, you can feel a psychic pain as deep as any yet known in your life. You can see that the Hopi and the Kogi are right, and we Westerners really do have blinders on our eyes, and a steel trap around our hearts. There's a narrative that understands we have brought a certain condition upon ourselves, centuries in the making. Forged in the conquest of pre civilized humans in every corner and the harnessing of nature's bounty without understanding our place in the scheme of things. The scheme at the heart of a narrative that finds no pleasure in this time and place, this America of 2017.

There's a crack in the Antarctic ice. A schisim in the mind of the West. There's a climate that in heat grows. There's a tension in America that is on slow burn, and rising. There is the needs of children, grandchildren, and beyond. There is the need to make money while money is to be had, there is no beyond. There are those who love the living and understand the Earth as mother to all. There are those who are cut off from Truth, their hearts in steel cages, the Light unseen. You can hear these days a primal scream in the collective soul of a nation. And you hope you can live through it, you hope that you, and your friends, and your nation, and your world can come through on the other side.