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    the grievences of the Clan Guardians

    Saturday, October 20, 2012, 5:57 PM [General]

    My husband had persuaded me to sign up to the Shamanic Practitioner’s Conference that this year is taking place at the “Edge” retreat center just outside Algonquin park.

    The organizer had put out a “request” to try and journey to the Loon to find out information about what the subject of this conference is supposed to be!??

    I found that somewhat strange, but on the other hand, it then is a participation-driven event and I quite enjoy these better than “workshops” and lectures…

    These days my household is quite busy with a good friend staying with us, with Bearpaw, our business, and with clients, patients and students needing attention. So during the day i did not find the time to journey, but in the evening A. and me attended our weekly drum circle and while the group played on the large Grandmother Drum I remembered the journey request the organizer of the thaand closed my eyes:

    For me the Loon is inevitably Maang, the “ Ee’ren – or “Manitou” of all the Loons everywhere on Mother Earth.

    He also is the Clan Guardian of the Anishinaabe Loon Clans and as such I have had dealings with Him on several previous occasions.

    So I was not surprised to find myself immediately in the middle of the primordial waters just after the Great Flood with Nananboojou sitting astride on Gineebik, the Great Underwater Serpent and surrounded by the assembly of Clan Guardians.
    2 of my personal Guardians accompanied me and also sat down on the log-like Snake.
    I was somehow suspended in the water.
    Maang was there too and I had brought a Fish for him as an offering and then presented my request for a Medicine Message to him. He however did not eat the fish but draped it onto the back of Gineebik and addressed me, while all the other Manitous moved closer to listen. There of course also was the Crane, the Marten, the Sturgeon, the Deer, the Bear, the Birds who are the other main Clan Guardians……
    Maang spoke in a “grovely picture language” = lots of gravely rough pebbles in and among the images….which were greyish brown and …sad.
    It went something like this: I will tell you my message, so you can bring forward my grievances:
    There were scenes of people driving loud and smelly motor boats up and down a lakes or waterway and waves were splashing ashore and into a Loon’s nest drenching it….
    There was a knotty ball of fishing line with rusty poky hooks littering the lake’s bottom and entangling garbage and debris.
    There were these gray lead weights in and among the rocks.
    There was a dead loon,bloated and floating in the shallows……………
    I felt put on the spot and did not know anything else as to say, other than how sorry I was…
    I felt awful!
    .
    No sooner had Maang stopped transmitting his message, when Ajechau, the Crane stepped forward and repeated every image Maang had shown me.
    There however was also the image of a group of nesting trees being cut down and…..?? The drum group had stopped playing the first rhythm and started talking, but A., with some shamanic experience,  saw, what was going on and started a steady fast trance rhythm, that transported me back to the scene.
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    But it was to get a lot worse, as next Wabi zashi, the Marten spoke up and showed me a horrrrrrible fur farm – somewhere outside – or near New Liskard, where 2 middle aged men worked. One of them was smoking. Martens, Mink and other fur bearing Brothers and Sisters were transferred into small cages and these cages were then put into an old freezer truck and a hose was attached to the exhaust and into the compartment and then the engine turned on. Then the men left… the horror and suffering that came next made me nauseous and still does again now…..
    When the men returned ?? the next day??, they skinned the Marten People and put the carcasses on ice –?? for a business that makes canned cat food…..!!!!!!
    The Pelts were to be shipped to Hong Kong.
    .
    The Next Manitou that spoke up to me was Wawashesh-shee the Deer.
    He showed me a place outside ???Huntsville??? where a butcher works. This man cuts up the Deer and Moose People and prepares their meat for the hunters to take home. But the hunters do not want the legs and the heads and most also do not want the fur. So it is all “dumped” in a remote bush location.
    The leader of the Deer Clan wants the people to use the hides!
    Like it was done – before……
    There is a man, I saw his face and got his name… D. (I will not write THAT here on the internet…)
    He would gladly give away the hides free to people!
    I again said I was sorry and promised I would tell here, so these hides can hopefully be used.
    This is, when Gichi Maqua spoke up and stated, that he has similar grievances:
    Nowadays the people hunt his kin for sport, not for food and often do not use the meat for anything other than their dogs. Also the pelts are not used and the head of hunted Bear People are not properly hung into a Tree facing east.
    If this continues, illnesses and diseases will come…..
    …………………………..……………………………………………………
    The drum group had again stopped playing and so I did, what I was shown to do in situations like this…..
    …there is a certain healing rhythm and chant .. ….
    …………………………..……………………………………………………
    When we slowly and gently stopped drumming, I promised to return to hear the grievances of the Manitou of the Bird Clan later that night……
    I found myself back at our drumming location…….
    I was a bit shaken and exhausted and F. offered me a cup of hot tea……..
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    Early yesterday morning I journeyed back to the Place of the Waters and all the Animals were there, waiting.
    Somehow I had a can of Tuna and opened it and several large live fish came out. Then occurred it to me, that everyone of the Ee’rens = Manitous eat Fish….
    but Wawashesh-shee said, that I was very wrong there. He ate no fish!
    .
    Sturgeon spoke up for the Fish Clan and showed me a devastated bottom of a huuuuge river – ? St Laurence near ?? Montreal?? with a thick layer of oily sludge on the bottom that was littered with garbage and large derbies and oil drums and also parts of machines from large boats.
    It stank!
    Then there was some sort of a barrier in the middle of the river that forced the large Animals to ”rise” = swim higher and into the area where the propellers of large boats would easily hurt them……
    …..I could write more grisly details here, but I am upset, as it is, having to type and thereby re-live the vision here. Again I felt humiliated and sad and promised I would speak for the plight of the Fish Clan……
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    The last Clan I thought would speak up was the Bird Clan People. But the only images I got were lots of Robins, small Finches, Chickadees and Warblers singing and fluttering around between the Trees and coming to the feeder in a garden in a city.
    It was just a peaceful scene and I felt sooooo relieved……
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    L. my Miahanit, told me it was good for today and I was to write all this down……
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    …………………………………………..
    To me the journey reminds us, that the Spirits of Place of whom Maang the Loon is one, wish to be heard and respected as such. Since the time of Beginnings they are the Guardians of the land upon which we will hold this weekend meeting. They remind is of the plight of their charges – the real wild animals – and hope, we can do something to make it better, or at least stand in respect to hear them and do our part in improving the situation.
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    P.S.
    I wondered, what the ” thing with the Tuna Fish can” was all about, and went “back” yet again today in the morning and there were only Lira, Aya…..!     and Fretty  (3 of my Miahanits on the back of Gineebik.!???!!
    I asked, what that was all about and Fretty explained, that I had opened a “nasty can of fish ” that the organizers of the event had not anticipated.
    I will have to deal with some repercussions, because I  posted these TRUTH, that nobody wants to look at.
    Lira sayed, that  always assume that “everyone is on the same page than me”(  =vision:  all Ee’rens eat Fish….) -  But that is not so and I will get to hear about this on the conference by the people in charge there…..
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    I am not surprised to hear that, given I now also read a few of the other participants journeys and … well….

    Let's just say, this "conference"  turned out to be more of a "shamanic practitioners fun weekend off"

    Yes, it was fun - and in order to STAY fun, my vision and the concerns I had were not addressed.....

    The reason I am posting the vision here is, I PROMISED the Ee'rens that I would tell people... I would speak up, about the broken houp of interconnectedness, even if that is not fun....

    Thank you all for allowing me to speak up here!

    Blessings to you all!

    Umai


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    Social studies part 1: Siblings

    Thursday, May 13, 2010, 3:25 PM [General]

    All the following scenarios are real, they happened to me, just all names have been changed.

     Scenario 1:

    Envision the little elementary school in R. not far from where I live. Mostly white kids, a few Asian and about 12 Native students; Some Mohawk, some Ojibwa, some from other tribes, who’s parents moved here....

    The subject of the day was family - and so all the kids in grade 1 were asked to tell how many siblings they have - counting them, you know....

    All goes well, until it is little Charley BlackOtter’ turn to speak.

    “15”! he announces.

    “WHAT???” the teacher wonders - “No, Charley, are you sure?

    ” Yes!” The teacher is perplexed and decides to let it go for now. She knows, that Charley's mom has him and 3 other kids at home.

    . Now the teacher is really perplexed. To make matters worse, Charley gets teased during recess. To make THAT matter worse, an older Native boy rises to the occasion of protector and brings all his followers. They whack the white kids with their tennis shoes because they made fun of Charley and his mom and SHE is a BLackOtter!!!

    The teaches break up the fight and discuss with Charley the consequences of telling tall stories that are not quite true. Little Charley , now in the principal’s office, hangs his head and confesses, yes, he was wrong, he has 17 brothers and sisters, not 15 and he is sorry he had miscounted.

    The school staff discusses the matter further. The teacher does have to call Charley’s mom anyway and asks her again about, how many kids she has. “What business is it of yours” is the answer. the teacher explains: Mom BlackOtter replies: If Charley says he has 17 brothers and sisters, than that must be true!” NOW the principal is perplexed. But she also knows; it has something to do with being Native. Just what exactly...???

    Maybe the kids of his 2 aunties count as siblings????

    She also checks her records and finds out, Ms BlackOtter is in her late twenties and lives in a “common law partnership”

    She also knows - from the local gossip, that Charley’s grandma is a “special” person. Not that she always was - Thelma R. in her days was known to be a famous drunk and “loose” and none of her 6 kids are from the same father, ifff indeed a father was known at all. Thelma was at one time a reasonably good student in the church run residential school over near P. but then had “turned sour” = gotten pregnant, claimed the priest to be the father (Oh what a nasty accusation that was back in the days...) The child was taken away from her after his birth abd given for adoption by the Church and Thelma had “married the bottle” and was known as a lay down drunk” up into her mid 40 ties... But then somehow she had managed to sober up, collect all her various kids around her and had moved back out to the land. = a small parcel of land that due to some treaty was her family's...

    Now thelma was some sort of a matriarch and not good to eat Cherries with. She had taken up the “Old religion “ and now was considered an Elder and highly respected by her folks.

    the principal was not inclined to tackle Thelma or anyone of her daughters. But still... she would love to find out, what was behind the 17 brothers and sisters, that Charley claimed to have.

    Hmmm..... Maybe she should phone that Medicine woman- lady who comes to the school and teaches about Native customs.

    So my phone rings.

    Well, Lets see, if we can shed some light into Charley’s family relations:

    1) Charley’s mom was married for a brief time to an Ojibwa guy from Ignace, further west, they had the oldest, now in G. high school and soon to graduate from there. That marriage broke up when the man moved out to Alberta and lives together with a lovely Cree lady and has 2 kids with her - and the one she adopted from her sister that had a few too many and so - in Alberta Charley has 3 siblings....because in Ojibwa culture, your brother’s brothers and sisters are your brothers and sisters....

    2) Then there is little Hannah and her dad, who did not stay long either, but he now lives out on the reservation, and has 3 more kids -all waaaay older than Hannah but - Charley’s siblings.

    3)Then Charley’s dad, who lives out in P. with another lady. He has 3 kids with her, but she has 2 from a previous marriage = +5 siblings for Charley

    4)Then there is Henry, the guy that is now Ms BlackOtter’s common law husband and with whom she has little Ella and baby Henry the 2nd.

    Henry is a nice guy, but he has an ex- wife on Curve Lake with 2 kids and then there was this crazy girlfriend before Charley’s mom and there also was a little baby.... now being raised by Henry’s mother in Curve Lake.... that then would be Charlie’s sister Marjory....

    Soooo: Do I know all these people ?

    No. I know Elder Thelma S. and 2 of her daughters from the Pow Wow in T. last year. But I know, how Ojibwa society works and how people view relations.

    And I can explain it to the principal in the school. - Now, were we to add all the kids from Charley’s Aunties and Uncles, we would be in the 60 kids range - easy.

    But Charley is smart. He knows already, that white people do not count these brothers and sisters....:)

    Good for him!

     

     

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    Crazzzzzzzy Coon!

    Thursday, May 13, 2010, 3:15 PM [General]

    Crazzzzzzzy Coon!

    Since about a year now, I have a new vice: A cup of coffee in the afternoon!

    Not just any coffee, my own special mix: a spoon full of TC French Vanilla coffee, a spoon of sugar, s swig of natural vanilla extract (happy juice”), half the mug filled with boiling water, the rest milk or 10% cream -.... mmmmmmhhh!

    Delicious!

    After that treat I have new élan and the rest of the day is fun!

    and so it was yesterday, that at 3.00 in the afternoon I left alruna’s Greenwood pouch behind, brewed my special mix and with it and my new edition of Sage Woman slipped out onto the upper deck for a little r+r.

    But It was not meant to be.:(

    After barely 3 sips the phone rang and one of my clients, distressed and with hoarse screeches in her voice demanded my full attention for at least an hour......

    Well, where was my coffee I thought having in mind, to re-heat the treat and...

    No, there was the phone again1 My friend J form england. I was delighted to hear hew voice and we chatted for - - at least another hour....

    Then..... My husband, currently in Europe rang and we delved into a serious

    palaver about his aging parents in their long term care facility.....

    After that, dare I say, it was well into evening, dinner time and a little visit to AT....

    Suffice to say, I was getting late and then, just past 10.00pm,

    there was a loud ruckus outside on our decK! Our Raccoons had arrived. For the amount of noise I expected to see al 8 of them and was quite surprised, to see only the little male, one of “Finger-Eater’s” kids from last season. He is quite tame and so I was not too surprised, when he jumped up on my leg in greeting!

    And Whoa!! He jumped again!! and again!!!! with all 4 feet into the air at once!

    “What’s up, buddy?”

    He just ate one or two of the cat-kibbles offered and proceded to jump around on the deck, keckering and squealing!

    Then he “upped the antis” and jumped up onto the railing and ran like crazy from one side of the other on top of this precarious balancing beam. “Wishe’e!!, what is up with you?” He now proceded to jump clear into the thin night air just to land again on his 4 feet on the railing....

    and again....

    and again.....

    And a.... plompffff!

    Having missed the 1inch plank, he sank out of sight like a stone.

    I got the flashlight. He lay below amongst the sleeping Dandelions, motionless.

    I raced downstairs to his side. Gently touched his prone body....

    JUMP!!

    He sprang back to life like a “Jack in the Box,” raced across the clearing to the nearest tree, up the trunk keckering like a wild witch! :bugeyed:

    He jumped along one of the almost horizontal branches and then across to the next tree and out of sight... Still keckering madly....

    “Oh NOOOOO! I thought! Is he gone mad??? Rabies??? What can I dooooo?”

    I went back upstairs and onto the deck to see iffff maybe there was some blood or something giving me a clue....

    OH YES!!!!

    There was!!!

    My empty coffee mug, spilled on the table, carefully licked clean by an eager little pink tongue!

    Coffee-Crazed Coon Alarm!

     

     

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    Doing the bidding of a Cow

    Tuesday, October 6, 2009, 10:14 PM [General]

     

    I was on the Baysville walkabout - Street-fair and rummage sale.

    Soooo much to see and vendors were setting up more and more....

    All of a sudden I heard a voice close to me. A none human voice!!!! ( No I am NOT an escapee from the local mental health facility- - - I am a shaman and regularly hear none humans talking - to me and among themselves.....)

    "Here I am!!!" the voice said, coming out of a bottomless bin of all sorts of clothing and fabric...

    So I dug down - and grabbed hold of a large piece of ?????

    cow hide!!???????!!??

    "I want to be a Medicine Pouch!!" It said

    "YOU" I 'answered' !?? You are not Wild Animal!

    You are - - just a cow!!!"

    Sooooo??? What's wrong with that? You do not like cow???

     

    You eat cow! I KNOW!

    I lifted the hide up to check the condition. looked good! nice and soft and clean. 

    "How much?" I asked. "$ 20.00 was the answer.

    "Or - I trade you for a $ 20.00 pair of earrings, Mi-Shell....!!

    "Deal!" I put the talking hide onto my pile of goodies and kept looking.....  

    The hide had to wait her turn - until a rainy October afternoon until I got around to making something out of it. And then the problem was, she did not want me to cut her into smaller pieces of waist anything of her at all... Just to cut and shape the handle was a loooooong negotiation.....

    Cows seem to have their own mind about things and are not taking NO for an answer.

    Now however I am done.

    I fulfilled my bargain and put 14 hours of labour into it!

    I smudged it on October Full Moon in honor of the Goddess!

    Now the pouch can talk to you!

    Have fun!

    Mi-Shell

     

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    A little Zhigaag wag

    Friday, August 21, 2009, 5:52 PM [General]

    ..... Evenings however are more my "thing"!

    On Tuesday evenings in the summer our drum circle gathers in the gazebo in the park in downtown. I usually sit in the North, a habit of mine....

    I have a clear view of the park, the adjacent side road and the houses and gardens beyond.

    For the last few evenings I had noticed, that we have not only the rather ordinary large black Squirrels here in town, we also have at least two, who have quite a few white blotches in their otherwise black fur. It is fun to drum and at the same time watch them racing up the trees and across the hydro lines...:)

    So I was somewhat used to seeing little black and white critters hopping across the gras.

    But wait a minute!

    This little one there - - that was not one of the Squirrels!

    That was a baby Skunk!

    With much determination the tiny fellow made its way across the green expanse, through the flower beds of the war memorial and towards the busy main road.

    Forget drumming, I was going to prevent the little Zhigaag wag (Ojibwa) getting hurt - or run over.

    So I ran at an angle across the grass to intercept him. He was not impressed or in any way afraid when I blocked his way.

    He stubbornly again and again tried to walk around me towards Main Street!

    I was rapidly running out of room, just a few steps to the sidewalk. People started to stop and cars honked their horn. My drum circle friends were laughing, making jokes and having a lot of fun.

    Little Zhigaag wag was NOT having fun at all and pressed on. I did not want to get "perfumed" and so did not grab the little tyke; I would have loved to just "sack him and take him to my wooded home far far away from any cars...

    But I had nothing to put him into for transport and I just could not afford to smell like Pepe Le' Pew's lover next morning on the Farmer's Market....

    So I grabbed an old newspaper out of the trash can and shoved him rather roughly around into the direction where he came from. He sort of got the idea and hesitantly started back across the lawn; me screeching and hollering and waving the newspaper less than a yard behind his plumed backside.

    It was quite a show and we had quite an audience!

    Finally at the other side of the park; then across the side street and into the first garden......

    Somewhere here should be his mom and his siblings!

    I hope he will be all right, living in downtown......

    I hope he will be mindful of humans, dogs and cars....

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