It’s Inside of You / I Need You to Survive

I greet all beings from the place of oneness of mind, oneness of body and oneness of heart.  What you seek outside of you can only be found when you answer the following question, “Who is the seeker?”

I want to thank and humbly send my appreciation to all of the beautiful people who follow and visit this blog. I feel deeply inside and outside the core of my being that we are all on a path of self-discovery that will end in our total illumination.  May we all be at peace with ourselves, with our other selves (also known as other people), and all of the natural phenomena that we call our home.

One day as a young woman walked home from her job at the local outreach center there was a stirring in her soul and spirit.  She was troubled by some disturbing things that were happening in her life and she needed some relief.  She needed a shoulder to cry on and because of her life’s circumstances she didn’t even have safe place to lay her head.  This woman had to deal with abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse and emotional abuse.  In life when we are going through different things that take the very essence of who we are and drag it through the mud, we sometimes get to a breaking point and we can’t see a way forward.  This was the every-day routine for this young woman and today she was at the end of her rope.

Tears streaming down her face and despair at the end and beginning of every thought, this young woman thought to herself, “What is the point of life and why go forward with this terrible existence?” Disturbing ideas began to flood her awareness and before she knew it she was blocks away from her house.  She was so much in thought that she walked right past her house and didn’t realize it.  Can anyone relate to this situation?  When life’s circumstances take over our very existence and we can’t think of anything else except the problems that we are dealing with? 

Light in the Whole Tunnel

Sitting here reading this blog, the mind looking for mental nutrition.

Undeniable stress and problems flood my field of vision.

Blocking out all incoming love, light and hope for tomorrow.

Maybe that is the reason these tears keep falling from my eyes of sorrow.

There is no hope in a world filled with death and despair.

No matter which way I look, no matter how hard I try to change.

Stress and her sister sorrow pull me back and tell me to sit right here.

There is no place to go and no relief, even if perfection is your aim.

So what is the point and why does GOD play this cat and mouse game?

Hope seems to always promise light at the end of the tunnel.

 Pointing my faith to a future gain.

Never again will I believe in promises; a picture that never fits into a frame.

Today is a new day and tomorrow will never come.

This truth lives inside of me and having a relationship with you brings me to a place of one.

One love and one life, these are the twins of this unspoken reality.

Whispers of a life lived free of stress and fear.

Always bringing me back to my core, screaming what will be will be.

There is light at the end of the tunnel is a famous cliché.

My heart tells me differently holding up a mirror to my soul.

Reflecting past lives lived in this turmoil of greed, fear and delusion.

There is light in the whole tunnel is the reality that will make me once again whole.

Dwayne Chamble

Chief Seattle's Thoughts

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.

So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.

So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.