The news was about 3 things. Elections, Weather/disasters and Terrorist attacks around the world. We, in America, sympathized with the the rest of the world as we watched the aftermath of Terrorist attacks around the world,which brought back memories of 9.11.2001. It was the first time in MANY's Lifetime to have experienced something like that. We remember it, we still talk about it, we mention smaller attacks in Boston, Atlanta etc and wonder what is next.
In many countries these horrible events have almost become an every day occurrence, much like the daily shootings in Amerika. We get desensitized and ... used to it.
In 1972 my then small children and I were on a plane on our way to Germany. When we arrived in Frankfurt, Germany, the plane taxied way out on the runway. We were met by vans filled with Police carrien machine guns. As we stepped of the plane, escorted by the riot-gear dressed officers and came closer to the building and the large Glass Foyers became visible, we saw Swat Teams looking down on us, machine guns pointed at us. As it turned out we had arrived on a plane from Telaviv and were suspicious because someone had killed 11 Athletes at the Olympics.
In 1985 I had just left Frankfurt Airport when it was ripped by a bombing, killed 3 and hurt 32 at a ticket counter.
The last time I returned home to USA I was delayed in Brussels, all escalators shut down, no baggage handlers and glass all over the place...something had happened. The year and date escapes me at the moment.
In 1981 I was on a Trailway Bus to Louisiana when we were stopped by armed Immigration Officers. I assumed they were looking for illegals...we were in Texas.... instead myself and 3 men along with me were asked to step of the bus and identify ourselves. The Shaw of Iran was in an American hospital, and I guess we looked like we were from that part of the world.
The point I am making here, from my PERSONAL experiences is, there has always been trouble and threats in my 69 years of life. I was born and lived under occupation by French, Russian, British and American Military. Much racism and Ethnic divides have existed all of my life. During the 1960's we had hoped to have changed things, yet, we are right back where we started....I am talking about my lifetime. Unfortunately the 2016 Elections have brought back discussions, behavior and emotions some thought was a thing of the past. This is 2016.... I will get back to this date in a bit.....
Christopher Brewer is one of the producers of Spirit Chasers and a dear friend. He allowed me to share with you some of the things we run into all the time and please do NOT tell me how you like my costume.... some of us prefer to dress ethnic because it agrees with who we are.
Me & James went to the Denver March Powwow yesterday. It's the only place I can go where people don't look me over quizzically. I've always gotten, "Are you Asian? Hispanic? Polynesian?" No, I'm Sioux. Oglala Sioux. "I'M NATIVE, TOO! I'm Cherokee! It's funny, though, you don't look Indian."
We went grocery shopping when we got back to the 'Springs and I went back to feeling like an endangered species. I had found a copy of Thunderheart at the powwow, and that's what we watched last night. One of my uncles was involved in that fiasco. My parents still own land there. James teared up several times during the movie and when it was over I took out my eagle feather and we smudged together.
We have so many obligations, so much to and fro, it's easy to lose our identity chasing the dollar. Many people I walked past looked like someone I was related to and I missed that familial, tribal energy. It was so good to be back on Indian time again. No watches, no cell phones, no deadlines, just a confluence of people coming together under the same roof for a special purpose. Many dollars were exchanged, for sure, but I saw patterns, heard rhythms, smelled scents that reminded me of being a boy.
In Pine ridge, I used to own a white horse named Snowball. It was so long ago that I don't know if my memories are memories or romantic fantasies, but I thought of that horse walking beside me every time I glimpsed that totem on a painting or charm or Indian blanket. The drumming and chanting took me outside of time and the sweetgrass and sage took me outside of my body. I just sat in the car afterward watching people go by, beautiful Indians who talk like me and joke like me and laugh like me.
I don't think of myself as a proud person. I was reminded of the importance of humility several times yesterday, yielding to elders, allowing others to go first, smiling first, being genuine. Afterward, however, I did feel great pride in where I have come from, despite the challenges and alienation that have come with it. Things are different now. There is still a lot of ignorance and greed, though ethnicity has more value and everyone wants an Indian name.
I am a grateful person and all of yesterday I was made more so. I don't celebrate Easter, but felt the Great Spirit governing all things under that big roof, even as the last of the day's light slipped behind the mountains on the way home. I have a special relationship with the Creator. I've never felt the need to flash how "spiritual" I am with Facebook posts, bumper stickers or jewelry. I manage a metaphysical store. I see many people wearing spirituality like something that can be taken on and off when it suits them, when "God" isn't looking. We as Americans have become so divided, so polarized, so defensive and extreme with our beliefs, our political pursuits.
I hope everyone can find value in whomever they are, value in every living thing, can be reminded that we are all a part of the same tribe. I hope the current caretakers of Turtle Island will find new respect for the land, that everything my tribe and others lost and suffered for was not in vain. I wish the greatest harmony for all things. The world is so out of balance. Something as seemingly minute as smiling first, allowing others to go first, finding your humility, can help restore that balance in ways others will never forget, will gain momentum, will become the transformative force we need to adjust the polarity from intolerance and hate to peace and a hopeful future on this planet. Take these smiles and pass then forward.
All Are Related
In 2008 we had a similar situation with the electing of President Barak Obama. People would stop and inquire WHO you are and WHAT you are. BLUE or RED, it felt like we had all of a sudden joined the gangs of Democrats displaying Blue or Republican identifying as Red. It was at that point, March 2008, I wrote the following article. I am leaving it in it's entirety
Some 40 years ago a Lady named Shirley Bassie released a song: THE NAME GAME.
If memory serves me right it went something like this: Shirley, Shirley, Boberley, Bananafana, Fo-Ferley, Fi-Fy-Fo Shirley.
The object of the song was to change the first letter on each
word, which turned each word into something else.
The possibilities were endless. It was fun to sing along with anyone, regardless if we sang the same variation of the same word.
It even sounded silly at times, yet, young/old, male/female we pretended to sing in UNISON.
According to Webster the word TYPICAL means: representative or conforming to some type.
According to Follette by Gluckman TYPICAL means: categoristic or visualizing a certain mental picture or assumed person, group or outcome of expectation.
March 2008 was all of the above..
The weather was monstrous across our land and around the globe.
Fruit from South America almost non-existing, due to floods in their region.
Bananas were scarce and $1.10 per pound because of the shortage.
The 5th anniversary of the Iraq invasion was named Shock and AWE.
It coincided with the death of the 4,000 American soldiers.
Unfortunately the death toll of the Iraqis people appears to be unknown to the American people, along with the loss of the many lost due to war, conflict, riots, illness and starvation in the remaining parts of the world.
Ridiculous in our obsession... arched on in part by Lou Dobbs at CNN... about illegal immigration. Because of the pressure to revise laws on LEGAL foreign work Visas, the numbers of needed workers for the Circus Industry has been restricted. Unable to find local and American workers
most Circuses will no longer be able to pitch their Big Top in order to le segment of population to fall victim to misplaced ridiculous rules and laws.
The History Channel aired a program: How the Earth was made.
It can be viewed on www.History.com
It explained the movement of the earth mass from the original continent Rodenia to the present-day freshwater swamp Okefenokee in Georgia. It showed the geological evolution of the Earth, how the land-mass moves about one inch per year. Mountains result as a crushing of sea-land as can be seen at the Great Matterhorn, where the tip of the European Mountain
is actually part of the African plate which crashed into the rising plates of the Alps.
100 miles below the earth diamond bearing magma thrown up at super-eruptions. Kilauea still changing the routes of shorelines and the shape of islands.
Each year I spend time in Canyon DeChelle, each year the floor of the Canyon looks different, having gained or lost a couple of inches of soil from the floods which create new routes of temporary riverbeds and new crevices yet to be explore, never seen the year before.
The Grand Canyon was deliberately flooded by the Colorado River to reestablish an ecosystem necessary for live to continue to flourish in the marvel we are able to witness in modern day. A glimpse of the beauty within our own country. Imagine the changes and the
breathtaking natural changes occurring everywhere on this planet we call home. Enormous changes at the South Pole, unknown how this event impacts us as the PEOPLE OF THEPLANET EARTH.
10,000 years ago was another program aired on the History Channel.
It can also be viewed at www.History.com
This documentary deals with mankind over a period of several thousand years. It shows how, when necessary, tribes relocated, especially when it became apparent climate or food supply could no longer sustain a people.
Intermarriage was occasionally required to genetically further the survival of certain tribes and groups of Earth Inhabitants of the HUMAN species.
The Space-Shuttle Endeavor landed safely, a rare night landing.
Imagine yourself having studied and worked all of your life to work and live in space. Looking out of the porthole of the space station must be a sight!
The fact that we have accomplished the task of being able to spend time in space, a far cry from living in caves just 6,000 years ago! There is our beautiful planet, EARTH, what a sight! As far as we know it is a one-of-a-kind! Imagine also what it must feel like to, after a short while, make the return trip at tremendous speed, to our home. As we approach the planet gets larger and larger, we can identify the oceans and the continents.
The poles which are breathtaking, appearing smaller with each time we do return to Earth. Weather systems, smoke from fires and pollution become recognizable.
What is NOT visible are borders we have created for ourselves.
It is true that we... Humans... share a mini gene of reptile origin, located where our skull ends and the neck begins...which makes us territorial. There has been TRIBE amongst us since the beginning of
time. Casts, Nationalities followed Dogma of religion and different ways of lifestyles followed. Men have died to prove that we are equal. We are and rightfully so. Even though we differ in appearance we have two arms, two legs, the same organs and red blood. Our productive organs operate the same. We feel pain, get sick and experience the same emotions.
We have the same basic needs, food, shelter, the sense of belonging... TRIBE.
One of the things I have tried to accomplish with my television Show: A VISIT WITH A PERSON OF HIGH STRANGENESS is to add education and diversity. In fact my Mission Statement reads in part ... oh well, let me give it to you in it's entirety...
T.O.H.S was established to benefit Mother Earth, Human kind and all our relations, earthly and non-earthly.
Our goal is to help all who wish it to reconnect with the Creator, Mother
Earth and the Cosmic powers of life.
T.O.H.S does not follow a conventional road, however.
It is NON-DENOMINATIONAL, NONJUDGMENTAL and OPEN-MINDED.
We believe that we are Stewards of this great planet, NOT her masters.
We owe this biosphere our respect and our love.
It is time to bring all our brothers and sisters of ALL origins, creeds and races together to evoke the cosmic law of love in progress.
To this end we dedicate our path and unite in this common goal.
We stand for the differences which we ALL have in common, for it's those differences that make us unique and mysterious.
Many believe that earth changes are occurring now, with yet more to come.
There are steps that we can take to help ease what could be and may change things all together. To all our relations we ask the Creator to bless your journey and bring you peace in the dream-time.
I have brought many people of different ethnic background, belief systems and geographical locations worldwide to my stage and discussed the differences which make us unique,
Shared ideas and possible solutions.
There is a documentary The Color of Fear.
It was produced by the Baha'i.
It shows our prejudices are often mistaken for entitlement issues.
One people feels entitled to everything, by birthright or some unfortunate idea, that is how it should be because that is what was told to them.
It has to be said that prejudices are wide spread. When I brought this subject up to my friend Carrie Houston...She was the first FEMALE combat assault helicopter pilot in the US Army. She related prejudice to gender, rather than race. She is Caucasian.
A newscaster noted Viagra had a birthday and with that opened dialog for
He also noted it would be great to locate a pill to open dialog for
Speaking of pills... Take a brand-name medicine. delude it and make it generic. Generic will work for you for a time. It more often than not looses potency and the desired result. It might be cheaper and all we can afford, but in the long run brand-name pills are far more beneficial. It is the same with people.
We all like to be BRAND-NAME, we do not wish to be generic people.
I am from a multi-cultural, multi-racial, multi-national family.
No two members of my family share the same faith and belief system.
We are all equal without having to be the same.
I remember segregated Military Bases in Europe.
I remember coming to the USA having to fill out papers as to my racial background. Since then we are required ... voluntarily ... to state race and ethnic background each time we fill out official forms.
Black, Hispanic, Latino, Native American... list tribe... Sub-Saharaian, North African, Asian, Pacific Islander...specify... Other...specify.
A couple of years ago an attempt was made to officially segregate people in prison. A problem occurred when it was discovered some Latinos were of African decent and fit neither in the Afro American nor Latino category.
Therefore the project was abandoned.
I read the works of TERTULLION and JOSEPHAS.
Both Historians wrote about the same time period. Each looked at the story from a different perspective and it was interesting to cross reference the accounts. Some were the same and others totally opposite.
At times a son would take credit for something the father accomplished, by doing so loose 20 years in the accuracy of the time frame.
Test this yourself around the dinner-table. Relate an event.You will see how several different perceptions of the same story you will hear.
Vantage Point is a good example at present.
Each PEOPLE brings something different to the table.
Each PEOPLE has their own way of relating to each other.
Each PEOPLE has their own believes.
Each PEOPLE are entitled to be treated equal.
Each PEOPLE has their own history and is entitled to record it as such.
I have an accent, when asked where I am from I say: 'Olympia, WA."
Oh no, what are you?
Question: "Where are you from?"
I am Irish, Native American, Mexican and English. NO!
Answer: I am from Chicago.
Racism and Bigotry is more than reacting to a persons skin color.
Educate me without judgment, give me a visual, something I can relate to, allow me to speak in a way I can relate. In some areas we are all INFIDELS.
When entering a foreign country or unknown territory read the travel guide.
Understand their customs, don't get offended if you make a mistake or two.
The art and desired result is to coexist in peace.
When I awake in the morning I get up and take my heart medication.
I then lay back down. It is during the time period between returning to sleep and just being, a sort of slumber I think, when I have my closest time with DREAM, SUBCONSCIOUS, CREATOR or MATRIX.
When I awaken and get up for the day, I have a clarity which I am unable to achieve even in meditation.
I remember what I heard, smelled, saw, experienced and where I WENT, I may not be able to recall the name but I can describe it in detail and I retain the memory of such occurrences. This morning the following happened:
In said state I saw many Albino Centipedes climb up my pink pant legs.
I was amazes and puzzled as to the meaning of this.
I dug out my books on animals, symbolism and meanings, I looked under insects, snakes and worms.
Centipede was nowhere to be found.
I asked a friend to please check on her computer while I waited on the telephone for her findings. As it turned out Centipede is an ARTHROPOD, one of the most successful animals on the planet. It is estimated there are
between 1-9 million species in existence terranian and subterranean.
Terranian they are great conquerors, subterranean they are exclusively predatory.
An ALBINO Centipede was found in the Grand Canyon, a new race with new organisms.
I think nature repeats the never ending cycle and renews itself as needed, survival of the species if you will.
Make no mistake, if we... Humans... cannot get our act together and realize how important we are in the NAME-GAME of UNISON by the time our cosmic relatives arrive it would not surprise me if by going against the grain, pulse and evolution of our home the planet Earth...
CENTIPEDE TIME.... Well, you get the picture.
Two more orbits!
It will be good to get my feet back on the ground.
It is a one of a kind place we live on, this magnificent ball in the backwoods of the Universe, flaws and all, maybe one day we will get it right and become the people of the Planet Earth.
Unable to sleep, I was channel surfing. I stopped on a program America's Best Dance Crew...HIP-HOP Challenge.
Two dance-groups were given the assignment to incorporate classical
and songs from a Musical into their dance routine. The winner was a group JABBA WOCKEEZ.
The dancers were very creative, bordering on genius in their presentation and execution of the dance. Their attire was colorful and they wore red masks over their faces.
Watching MTV and a HIP-HOP competition I ...TYPICALLY... assumed Jabba Wockees to be an Afro American group.
Imagine my surprise when the masks were removed and the dancers were of Asian, Latino, Hispanic and Caucasian decedent.
If Earth can go forward at an unhurried, steady pace, if we can live with silent earthquakes for weeks at a time, if we can experiment splitting atoms under the ground I don't think it is too much to ask to deliver
PEEPS for the next holiday.
Love and Light
As you can see if would appear many things are so similar, except I am not aware of the intensity and hatefulness not displayed since my early days in America during the Civil Rights Era and Jim Crow. It is a sad affair for our OWN politicians....let me correct this, potential new leaders to promote such a open hostility. I live in Tumwater, a very diverse little town in Washington State, bordering on the Capitol Olympia. Sometimes I just go to Walmart and sit on the bench in front of the building. The diversity of the Town, the friendliness of the multicultural residence of the town give me hope. We are international, multy ethnicly and culturally so different, yet, we are neighbors and have mostly the same goals, to make the world a better place. Not perfect, we have the same drug issues as the rest of the area. But...we appear NOT to be racist, bigoted and hateful.
My friend Dr. Robert Gibbons had a nice article written about some of his activities. You know Dr Gibbons from the Museum of the Unexplained, several of my Bob White TV Shows and of course, he is the person who made the Spooklight of Joplin MS famous worldwide. So here it the article, with permission, by Tim Trower.
April 15, 1912, at 2:20 am. A faint haze hung over the water; debris from the broken sections of the ship floated to the surface from somewhere far below -- the debris included bodies, both living and dead -- and a chorus of cries spilled forth from the almost 1,550 people in the water. Some were lucky, and managed to gain a purchase on the overturned Collapsible B, with others (including the only woman rescued from the water) finding safety in the flooded Collapsible A. Still others were pulled into those boats either close enough to be reached by swimmers, or in the case of Lifeboat 14, four were rescued from the icy waters nearly an hour after the sinking.
Such images captured the heart and soul of a young Springfield, Missouri boy named Robert H. Gibbons -- the 1953 movie "Titanic" was the catalyst of his interest in the shipwreck. Bob's fascination with the Titanic grew and matured, and by the time he was attending Drury College (also in Springfield) he was in contact with others scattered across the east coast -- Frank Casilio, Jack Eaton, Ed Kamuda, Joe Carvalho to name a few -- and this group formed the Titanic Enthusiasts of America (later to become the Titanic Historical Society, Inc.) in 1963 -- the year of my birth.
Bob served in nearly all capacities in the nascent organization, from being an officer to writing articles for the house journal "The Titanic Commutator" to actually printing the journal. He helped to organize conventions, kept in contact with numerous survivors, and served as an ambassador for the TEA. When a name change occurred and the group was incorporated as a non-profit, Bob served as the first president.
When the Britannic, sistership of the Titanic was located, Bob was still in Springfield, and during my freshman year of high school in 1978, Jacque Cousteau broadcast his program of the finding and exploration of the Britannic, and a newspaper article alerted me of two things -- that there was a Titanic Historical Society, and that their president lived in Springfield!
Well, as the years passed by, I found myself in the unique position of chronicling Bob's life, as he turned over correspondence and articles dealing with his association with the THS, and it was from Bob that I received my first piece of the Titanic -- a green carpet thread taken from the larger piece that Dent Ray had taken from the ship.
Bob has remained very knowledgeable about the ship ever since, even though he hasn't served as an officer of the THS since the early 1980s; he has an in-depth knowledge of salvage proposals and explorations that is phenomenal, and a storehouse of stories about the people surrounding the ship -- his recollections of Ed Kamuda are just priceless.
His health hasn't been the best as of late, but if any one person typifies a Titanic enthusiast, it is Bob. Those 1,496 souls who found themselves fighting for their lives, and losing, will never be forgotten by Bob, and the 712 survivors owe a debt to Bob, Ed, Joe, Frank, and Jack for their work in setting in place the first Titanic society. Likewise, I think Bob would acknowledge the larger debt that he owes each survivor, victim, or family member -- I don't say lightly that without him, the Titanic would be a mere blip on the pages of history, but on a personal level he has gained so much from his associations throughout the years.
I've borrowed this picture from his Facebook page; thank you, Bob, for all that you have done.
I realize this "Newsletter" is a bit different than what it usually looks like, but it covered some things we need to think and talk about. In 2016 Someone sent me this photo, I don't know where it originated but could be we still take time for a hidden smile .....
Love and Light
Here is Dr Gibbons and our by now famouse Spooklight Show, which was nominated for an EBE award....we lost to Brian Gumble....
This is a show Christopher Brewer put together for us from his program Spirit Chasers
This is a the my show Back to the back of the Bus, in which we discussed growing up Multi racial in Olympia WA.