You./We are the seekers, the ones who are never satisfied with the seemingly prevailing condition. Always seeking more, and tearing at the fabric of religious teachings, questing endlessly for the truth.
“What Truth they scream at you?”
You will never conform, for those of you with the mark are the masters of old, you are the initiates of the dream, this grand experiment we call life, the human drama.
“You and I, represent the one that is the all for We are in this thing together. Each of us playing our roles ipn different planes of expressed reality. A reality that is far more than you presently can comprehend.
“Now We must learn to become a different kind of warrior. It is time to lay our swords down, and face the greatest foe we could ever meet; the altered ego, that which we call the image. We must learn to conquer ourselves.
As we travel along the winding pathways of the Human drama, we enter labyrinth after labyrinth, feeling our way through the illusions of social consciousness… which is the way we have been told how things are, but more than often, we find they are not as they appear.
The wheel of destiny continues to turn; we often get tangled from time to time in our own webs…and it seems at those times we can actually hear the sisters of fate laugh… while the ego slowly burns. Somehow we get up again and continue the struggle to return our souls to gentleness… learning to become the wind… to dance once again to the beat of our own hearts…
“Follow no one, for in the moment you follow anyone, you have surrendered your own life unto that entity. You are a Great warrior who needs to remember fully who you are…”
“Know that you are greatly loved, for you are the light and you are the Lords of your Being.
… “For now as I leave you the teaching remains as a teaching without words, a distant memory and knowing. Moreover, those who were touched are forever free and voyagers of a new dream. Experience is the greatest of teachers.
You/We are connected to the same foreverness, and born of the Ideal of the Same Source. WE are one…Like the stars within the milky way separate and unique, yet making up the whole
“Go from here, and be a light unto this world. Wherever you walk give life to all you touch…You and your kind will be known as Mystics upon the land…Remember when they come to you seeking knowledge, they will be as you were when we first met again, broken lights just as you were when you came to me. Judge not. Follow the path of Joy for you are the lawgivers…
And to all of you out there, those with who together we shared the magical moments in our lives together. Whether in the Lodge, or in the dances… I have not left… I have removed the veils that blinded me, and become more of what I always was…
OTIPEMSIWAK: Those Who Ohemselves
Taken from Changing The Tides of Fear: by Dr. Robert Ghost Wolf
The days leading up to my last appearance, ever, at MDC, I tried in vain to access four different libraries to find any books on Law for a last minute surge of knowledge as the deadline approaches for my trial (Procrastination; I learn well at Uni?). On the morning of my trial nothing feels right, my suit from last year no longer fits, especially around the waist! The new one feels oversized, with the shirt and collar choking me, a noose around my neck.
Arrive at MDC along with a friend for moral support, and my name is then given to the court’s police officer, we then take our seats as the magistrate arrives late. Second to be called as I confirm my name and that I am ready to go to trial. The magistrate informs me that there is still some business to be conducted and I can either stay in court or within the courts building. We decide to go for a cup tea. The day’s newspapers are all front page of George Michael’s impending prison sentence, the signs are not good! We then re-enter and are first called for trial, the only case to be heard before lunch, as the moment of truth is now to be experienced.
A COMEDY OF ERRORS
Before I left the house I re-read the 365Faslane web link on going for trial where a case in England and Wales called McKenzie v McKenzie was used for the defendant to be excused from sitting in the dock and take up residence across from the PF, although not statuary in Scotland it was my first request to the magistrate. He looks at me somewhat disturbed by this request and then points his face in the direction of the PF for some advice. A shake of the head confirms my presence in the dock, however, he does allow for my friend to take up a seat next to me to assist in any questions to be sent forth. We sit on opposite sides of the dock separated with the help of the court. Now, giving my version of what happened next would only be one of three versions; my version, their version and then the other version. Lets just say that what happened was going to happen. The outcome had already been decided even before I turned up with the audacity to defend myself in a court of law: four charges, I got two dropped by turning up and doing my best to se it through to the end in person, and two charges of being found guilty. A fine with penalty points as a kindly reminder to my altered-ego!
LESSON TO BE LEARNED
As I sit here on a fine sunny Sunday September afternoon, my final thoughts on this matter are as follows:
· As soon I identified myself, over eighteen months ago, to the Police. The outcome was already set.
· Not having car insurance was a good idea; getting caught was not.
· Defending yourself in court takes up far too much time and effort.
· To cross-examine witnesses from the dock is not for the faint hearted.
THEFT OF VOICE
About a year before the car accident I had this dream that I was about to experience death in a road accident, and at the moment of death a bright flash appeared before me, like the flash from an atomic bomb. And just before the moment of death I woke up, startled by what I had just dreamt. This had such a profound affect on me I stopped diving for a living, even stopped owing a car; hence why I had no Insurance and I had borrowed someone else’s car that day. A year later, BANG the same flash of light. This time when I woke up I was again involved in a motor accident. To me this was no accident. I tried to settle up privately without any success and once the police were involved there was no other outcome. Why did I follow this path? I FOLLOWED MY DREAM. I followed my first dream right to the very end, stupidly at times as I look back, but with such a force I was always pushing the boundaries of limited reality, the web of social consciousness, far into the dream world? Points and a fine was not all I got. I still dared to dream, I owned myself, I became OTIPEMSIWAK.