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I was playing a game with my kids the other day I asked: What do you use to see? She said 'your eyes' He said 'your brain' Both right Next I asked what do you use to hear? She said 'your ears' He said 'your brain' Both right, again The wisdom of children! The game ended there but it got me thinking about what we use to feel The most straight forward answer is our skin Your brain is what processes the sense of touch so that has to be included What about your heart? Where does it fit into the big scheme of things? Isn't the heart the space where we process feelings? I have to loosely define things and often turn them upside down ruminate reorder my worldview to make it copacetic I'm pretty sure that I often walk in two worlds If my mind is simply locked in the western paradigm then people look at me like I'm bizarre I'm not joking when I say they've wanted to lock me up because of my views When I allow my mind to get locked into this western paradigm, I sometimes even feel like I belong in lockup. That's even worse than being held against your will You're being held because you've lost your will So I play with definitions to better suit my needs When you do this however, there is a risk Last summer I unlocked a spectre as I drank deeply and greedily from Crypt Lake Crypt Lake is a real place on this planet How did it get it's name (you might ask)? According to the Blackfoot, placenames aren't given, they come from place Let's contextualize ~ this is all part of the journey The physical leads to the spiritual and vice versa To get to Crypt Lake you have to enter Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park Found in the southwest corner of Alberta and the northwest corner of Montana Once through the gates you have to catch a boat at a certain time You have to be in the physical plane of existence at this point otherwise you're not getting on that boat Once you get to the trailhead, then you can start to drift That's what I did As I walked, I let the stories come into me I let them flow through me They were sitting there waiting to be told A spruce, arm in arm, with a pine Hawks circling overhead An ever present alertness for our bear brethren Always open to the wildflowers Indian paintbrush (I have red hair could I be considered an indian paintbrush?) Pollinators flitting about Oh, the water Listen to the stories the water told: First we come to Hell Roaring Falls Next Twin Falls Next Burnt Rock Falls And to reach the Crypt, we have to pass through a mountain tunnel Opening up to Crypt Falls and finally Crypt Lake This is a regular heroes journey if you allow it to be I was in that place in my mind where I allowed it to unfold as it may This is a place that's also known as the Crown of the Continent Not far away is Chief Mountain, Turtle Mountain, and Crowsnest Mountain Also Writing-On-Stone and the Milk River and Sweetgrass These are holy names, this is a holy land What I saw at Crypt Falls was the backbone of the continent I saw the backbone of Turtle Island I was floored I had been on a continent wide spirit quest a few years previously There was talk that the Deed for Turtle Island was coming due And maybe it would be produced at one of these gatherings We all waited but nobody produced it I ruminated on that idea for a few years I'm pretty sure that the Deed was there Those who held it, just didn't realize I learned something at the Crypt I wanted answers and I made an assumption I assumed that the water held the answers So I drank deeply, even greedily from the Crypt Right there in the international peace park, on the crown of the continent With the Old Chief and the Crowsnest not far away Writing-On-Stone just a sashay away What about writing in calcium? If I were the earth, I would encode important information in something Transmutable Not blood. Bones What I learned up there on the mountain as I gulped down knowledge from the Crypt was that the deed is written into the bones of the land and into the bones of those borne of that land This is indigenous knowledge It's in the water, the water is the medium for the message The bones are the stock But just like a double helix A genetic sequence is an expression of time and place On a certain spacetime continuum this innocuous looking structure (take a look in the mirror) Has all the necessary answers
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
Crypt Lake
I was playing a game with my kids the other day I asked: What do you use to see? She said 'your eyes' He said 'your brain' Both right Next I asked what do you use to hear? She said 'your ears' He said 'your brain' Both right, again The wisdom of children! The game ended there but it got me thinking about what we use to feel The most straight forward answer is our skin Your brain is what processes the sense of touch so that has to be included What about your heart? Where does it fit into the big scheme of things? Isn't the heart the space where we process feelings? I have to loosely define things and often turn them upside down ruminate reorder my worldview to make it copacetic I'm pretty sure that I often walk in two worlds If my mind is simply locked in the western paradigm then people look at me like I'm bizarre I'm not joking when I say they've wanted to lock me up because of my views When I allow my mind to get locked into this western paradigm, I sometimes even feel like I belong in lockup. That's even worse than being held against your will You're being held because you've lost your will So I play with definitions to better suit my needs When you do this however, there is a risk Last summer I unlocked a spectre as I drank deeply and greedily from Crypt Lake Crypt Lake is a real place on this planet How did it get it's name (you might ask)? According to the Blackfoot, placenames aren't given, they come from place Let's contextualize ~ this is all part of the journey The physical leads to the spiritual and vice versa To get to Crypt Lake you have to enter Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park Found in the southwest corner of Alberta and the northwest corner of Montana Once through the gates you have to catch a boat at a certain time You have to be in the physical plane of existence at this point otherwise you're not getting on that boat Once you get to the trailhead, then you can start to drift That's what I did As I walked, I let the stories come into me I let them flow through me They were sitting there waiting to be told A spruce, arm in arm, with a pine Hawks circling overhead An ever present alertness for our bear brethren Always open to the wildflowers Indian paintbrush (I have red hair could I be considered an indian paintbrush?) Pollinators flitting about Oh, the water Listen to the stories the water told: First we come to Hell Roaring Falls Next Twin Falls Next Burnt Rock Falls And to reach the Crypt, we have to pass through a mountain tunnel Opening up to Crypt Falls and finally Crypt Lake This is a regular heroes journey if you allow it to be I was in that place in my mind where I allowed it to unfold as it may This is a place that's also known as the Crown of the Continent Not far away is Chief Mountain, Turtle Mountain, and Crowsnest Mountain Also Writing-On-Stone and the Milk River and Sweetgrass These are holy names, this is a holy land What I saw at Crypt Falls was the backbone of the continent I saw the backbone of Turtle Island I was floored I had been on a continent wide spirit quest a few years previously There was talk that the Deed for Turtle Island was coming due And maybe it would be produced at one of these gatherings We all waited but nobody produced it I ruminated on that idea for a few years I'm pretty sure that the Deed was there Those who held it, just didn't realize I learned something at the Crypt I wanted answers and I made an assumption I assumed that the water held the answers So I drank deeply, even greedily from the Crypt Right there in the international peace park, on the crown of the continent With the Old Chief and the Crowsnest not far away Writing-On-Stone just a sashay away What about writing in calcium? If I were the earth, I would encode important information in something Transmutable Not blood. Bones What I learned up there on the mountain as I gulped down knowledge from the Crypt was that the deed is written into the bones of the land and into the bones of those borne of that land This is indigenous knowledge It's in the water, the water is the medium for the message The bones are the stock But just like a double helix A genetic sequence is an expression of time and place On a certain spacetime continuum this innocuous looking structure (take a look in the mirror) Has all the necessary answers
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crypt_Lake_Trail http://www.crownofthecontinent.org/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chief_Mountain http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turtle_Mountain_%28Alberta%29 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crowsnest_Mountain http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Writing-on-Stone_Provincial_Park http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk_River_%28Alberta%E2%80%93Montana%29 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_Grass,_Montana http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turtle_Island_%28North_America%29
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