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When I was 23, young, wide eyed and eager, one summer I travelled across the world from one sacred site to another on each full moon, Ayers rock (Uluru), Mount Kailash in Western Tibet, New Zealand, Glastonbury, Lhasa at the Jokhang temple with Akong Rinpoche and the Karmapa, Lumbini in Nepal, Siddhartha (Buddha's) birthplace…
The first place we went was to Western America, hired a chevy and drove from LA to Grand canyon and then onto HoteviIla – Bacavi on second Mesa in Arizona, the secluded ridge where the small but mysterious Hopi tribal people live.
We went to visit an old Hopi chief. (Pic below)
Even then his village had no electricity and lived by the ancient ways. We had been given his name, that’s it.
We asked around and pointed here and there, finally a crow led us to his door. It’s good to pay attention to birds, they know more than they let on.
Think about it. They have a very different perspective, they see the bigger picture and the tiniest!
Whilst there we sat in his small sand cracked, desert howled abode, with the walls covered in corns of deep blue and dark reds, hung between the Katchina dolls, the turquoise and deep ruby corn husk jewels and a Tibetan mandala of the Kalachakra (the great wheel of time). A reminder when the Karmapa, a head of Tibetan Buddhism had visited the ancient underground temples known as Kivas and shared their ancient prayers for the blessing of rain. It is said that on the first time they met, these ancient people’s understood parts of each other’s languages.
As we sat together, he shared with us an ancient prophecy, from an old dusty drawer he produced an old scroll. It was written in pictures, in more of the style of the Aztec and Maya and the Central American Indigenous cultures, still, he unrolled it, placed his wide desert woven hands across it and started to share its meaning.
There were 3 pictures, first an Indian holding a sacred plant or herb, second the plant was cut by a white man, the third was both white man and indian holding the herb.
He explained that, the first picture was humans being deeply connected to the earth, as a sacred being. The second represented, white mans greed and how it would destroy the indigenous connection to the sacred earth. The third was a time when we finally had a choice, to protect and nourish this sacred connection with earth, with other species that we share our home with or we will destroy all humanity and disrespect all sacred life. He said the choice was ours. And even then in his village, the young were becoming lost in the culture of materialism and greed. When we left he was in tears.
He said, this is like three world wars, the third is not about nations, but an individual choice to wake up and love this wild earth mother, who gives us everything we need endlessly.
As I look back, much has changed already, there were no mobiles then, no personal computers in everyday use, no sense of climate change or the precarious future we face. Now those words are more poignant than ever.
What do you choose?