Where can you look?
Where can you go?
When coats of snow
Look within.
Kyle D. Sharp #127252
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Aho Day Star,
Received Election Debacle edition Dec 26th, well after "Dubyah" declared the "winner".
We may all well be in deep trouble! To answer your four questions:
I'm in "The Hole". No big deal. Quiet. There is a possibility I may have an address change due to
transfer. I will let you know as soon as I know.
May peace and love be with you and yours.
Cal
Dear BTTB,
As you can see from the envelope, I am a prisoner in State Penitentiary.
I therefore have no income and cannot afford to subscribe to your publication.
I have not been fortunate enough to be able to come into ownership of a
copy. I HAVE, however, been lucky enough to look at one. I did come across
the ad in Whispering Winds, (Written Heritage)that states if a piece of
poetry writing is selected by you for use, the payment would be in copies..
nothing could fit my need more..
I am the Shaman of a Native American group here in prison, called
S.O.M.E.N.A. (Sons of Mother Earth, Natives of America). I feel certain
that your publication would be of great benefit to the learning of our
members. Besides our religious program, we also teach the heritage of
the many nations that are represented by our members, so that when they
are released they will have some knowledge of their people to pass on
to their families and children.
I do not consider myself a poet of any import, but I do make an effort
in that direction...As someone once said,"some better--some verse"!!!
grin...I am sending you two of what I consider my better efforts in the
hopes that I will get lucky enough to win a subscription, or even a copy
of your publication.
HIS SHADOW HAS WALKED AWAY by Silver Foxx
Be kind, Great Spirit
And as he comes, send the beat
Be kind, Great Spirit,
Help us to know
Silver Foxx (Richard K. of S.O.M.E.N.A.)
POTHOLES
I make not a reference to potholes one finds in the road in which our cars
are damaged, yet the principle is the same. The potholes I refer to are
those found along ones path way, especially those which seem never ending
in the torment we face because of the choices we make.
For the best example, I will use myself. On my path way I have encountered
many potholes, many of which have led me to the Iron House where I have been
for eight years.
Why did I or do we seem to fall into the potholes along our path? It is
because we lose our center and our focus on what's really important. Like
the yellow metal which makes people crazy, so too does the search for all
that is not important.
What then is important? Being in a right relationship with God and His
creation, then comes family and the responsibilities of being leader,
husband, father and follower. Yes, follower. There are those who will
disagree but sometimes it is best to let the wife lead for there are
things which they understand better than we. This does not make them
better than us, but equal, just as the Great Spirit meant for it to be.
"When you lose the rhythm of the drumbeat of God, you are lost from
the peace and rhythm of life." How true this is especially when stuck
in a pothole, nothing goes right & there seems to be no help in sight
until you stop trying to do things by yourself & you look up into the
face of the Great Spirit and from him & the rock people, the four-legged
and the rooted ones you will find peace, strength & guidance out of the
pothole and back on the good red road.
Potholes are not bad unless we fail in our responsibility to get out.
Potholes are learning tools in which the Great Spirit uses to teach us our
way. "Once Grandfather begins to touch us through these things, we can
never be the same again."
Potholes on my path do change me and it is true that I can never be the
same again. The pothole either makes me a better person than I was before
or a worse person, it all depends on how I choose to respond. Before I learned
these things, the potholes of my life made me a worse person, blinding me
not only of the truth but of the next pothole ahead.
Now that I know the truth I am better able to avoid the potholes. For those that I do
fall into because I lost sight of what's important, I must regain balance & find my center
for if I do not then I am like those who fight to possess yellow metal,
I am chasing an illusion which in reality is one big pothole.
It is easy to avoid the potholes on our path, what is not so easy, is to
admit we had a choice in it. Once we understand this truth we are better prepared,
not only to interact with others but with the Great Spirit as well. In so
doing, the doors of blessing are opened upon us in a never-ending flood.
Robert Gray Wolf Cameron
Aho
Thank you for the newsletter, please keep sending it. The Native Women here
in the Iron House on the Mountain View Unit here, need your
prayers.We were allowed this week to meet once more and hold ceremonies minus the smoke. It's a small
step but we are used to the struggle. Many of us are Cherokee and I am one
of the Elders of the Circle. I am a Cherokee out of Mc Alester, Oklahoma.
We are the only women's unit allowed to participate so we know the Giver of
Breath is with us. Thank you for your support. Our connection to you makes
us stronger.
Over 500 years of struggle,
Deborah Arnold #6037774
Osiyo Evergreen and DayStarr In a couple of your issues you published letters from other inmates across this land. I have taken it upon myself to write them. I hope this meets with your approval. Just knowing there are people like you out there that care makes a difference. To walk the Red Path is one of the most joyous and meaningful things I have ever done. So I say to all my Brothers and Sisters, hold close to one another. Support, love and guide one another. The Swoop, Hawk and Hare are all one. To accept less is to accept illusion. Ah-ho. WADO TSA-LA-GI My body is in the belly of the beast. DEAR MOTHER(Virginia) (P.S.- My dear mother returned to Our Lord on May 25, 1975 at 11 PM. She taught me that courage isn't the absence or lack of fear; Courage is "Doing the right thing" in the presence of fear.)
Freeze the growth of oaks;
When young limbs are sheathed
In excruciating ice; when powder
snowfields turn hard as floes;
Tightly shut; when the darkening
Indifferent sky closes its
Bone-chilling dome; when every
Star shoots to earth arrowed
Icicles; when the moon's
Sliver of a blind eye rolls
Away from you in the night?
Where do you look?
Where do you go?
Go
Within.
Arizona St. Prison-Eyman, SMUII
PO Box 3400
Florence, AZ 85232-3400
No difference. Half the electorate still sitting home making excuses, then whining.
Remember poly - many ticks - body of blood sucking insects
I say go for popular majority, Jeb cannot fix that.
Since the Bushlicans and Gorocrats offer no choice, Greens MUST exist
and grow.
As my present community is prison, I must say
a) about 1 million too many
inmates due to the so-called "War On Drugs".
b) Many blood sucking insects, playing scare tactics with the public, using tax money.
c)jobs/education
Too many production jobs are sent overseas or to Mexico to reduce labor costs. No pass along
to customers. There should also be equal primary and secondary schools in every neighborhood.
Silver Foxx (Richard Kelly)- #184122
To your true-hearted son
The one who left us today.
Be kind, Great Spirit,
His work here is done
His shadow has walked away...
Of the drums,
To welcome him to your land.
Show him trails of beauty,
He has done his duty,
And, give him your outstretched hand.
To your true-hearted son,
And help us to understand,
That because he has left
We are not bereft
Of the good that has come from your hand.
That we will all soon will go,
Down the trail that he took today.
That we all will be present
In your valley so pleasant,
When our shadows have ALL---Walked away...
I just received the package with the issues of Back To The Blanket in it. There really is no way I can express my gratitude. Being in the "Iron House" makes it extremely difficult to show my appreciation in any way except words. So for now please accept my thanks.
Aho, it is as you say, "We are creators of our own realities!" I created this reality. There is no one to blame but myself.
Walk In Harmony, Casey Pearson 775220.
My soul soars with Hawk
Let those in charge work to cage me
My body yes. Not so my heart.
I walk the Sacred Path and find
Beauty in the Tsalagi
Casey Pearson 775220(Cherokee)
Sitting in this prison cell
I thought I'd drop a line
No Mom! I'm not hungry
Yes! I'm feeling fine
I wish I'd listened to you
I wonder what went wrong
I recall your words so wise
I listen to your song
Oh Mom! Please hold me gently
And wipe away these tears
Cause you're the only one I know
Who loved me through the years
-Brave Warrior(Cherokee)
I pray that all is well and that your spirit is strong so that the wisdom of our ancestors may show you the true red road.
My heart becomes so sad to see our young brothers coming into the Iron House so lost. Not knowing their past but looking to understand thier actions. Most are here for alcohol-related crimes, most following into the footsteps of their fathers and grandfathers and grandmothers. Lost, on drugs or drunk, most are our people Cherokee. Looking to the past with thier present in the Iron House and all looking for the freedom of our Red Road of life. I don't have all the answers to the questions for my brothers. I'm not a spritual advisor. The New Agers walk in and the Department of Corrections hand them the key and say we can't voice our belief and have No Say.
So, my brothers and sisters, how do we get the answers? We can't go to our people on the rez, we can't turn to Mom and Dad. They are in the White World. We are not "New Age" the only way is to have ELDERS, Spiritual Advisors that wil come in and/or books, written prayer. So that all our brothers and sisters can walk in the way the Creator has for us. In Unity, as a Great Red Nation here in our Red Land. live for our people, Tsa-la-gi.
In peace, unity, strength, action and love for our ways of life.
Respectfully, Galuyasdi Alvarado#92664
No Justice, No Peace
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