November 23, 2016 at 8:49 pm (Cheyenne River Indian Reservation, culture, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, history, Independent film, Indigenous People, issues, Lakota, life, living, music, Native Americans, nature, politics, random, relationships, searching, Standing Rock Reservation, thinking, Uncategorized)
Tags: "Water", #NOBLACKSNAKEFRIDAY, #NoDAPL, #WaterIsLife, A Tribe Called Red, banks, DAPL, Economy, environment, EtP, Issues, money, music, North Dakota, Oil, police, politics, Sheriff Depts., solidarity, song, Standing Rock, video, Water Protectors, Yes magazine
Yes! magazine’s list of Banks invested in ETP/DAPL
How to Contact the People Sending Militarized Police to Standing Rock
Make this holy-day season truly meaningful. Stand with Standing Rock. Honor Our Mother Earth. Sing Water Is Life Loud and Clear.
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September 22, 2016 at 5:07 pm (art, Cheyenne River Indian Reservation, culture, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, films, Indigenous People, issues, Lakota, life, living, movies, music, Native Americans, nature, people, photography, random, searching, Uncategorized)
Tags: #NoDAPL, hope, In The River, music, Raye Zaragoza, Sacred Stone Camp, song, Standing Rock, video
Written and Performed by Raye Zaragoza
Recorded by Justin Hergett at The Forest Studios
Filmed by Roman Zaragoza
Images taken from online news publication & Los Angeles protest (taken by ThomasMichaelPhotography.com)
Donate at http://www.sacredstonecamp.org
September 10, 2016 at 4:32 pm (culture, education, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, history, Indigenous People, issues, journalism, Lakota, life, living, music, Native Americans, nature, people, politics, random, Uncategorized)
Tags: "PTSD", #NoDAPL, Bakken, climate change, Democracy Now, Enbridge, environment, gas, history, Lightning Cloud, music, nature, news, North Dakota, Oil, Pipeline, protectors, song, Standing Rock Sioux Reservation, TechN9ne, video, Water is Life
For extensive media coverage Democracy Now!
Lyrics are posted on YouTube.
March 17, 2014 at 4:03 pm (culture, education, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, films, history, Independent film, Indigenous People, issues, journalism, life, living, movies, music, Native Americans, nature, people, photography, politics, random, relationships, religion, searching, thinking, Uncategorized)
Tags: activism, Amy Goodman, Democracy Now, Dine, documentary, environment, exploring interconnectedness, films, Flagstaff, genocide, health, Issues, journalism, justice, Klee Benally, media, music, nature, Navajo, news, Outta Your Backpack Media, Peabody Mine, Peaks, protest, raising awareness, relationships, religious freedom, reporting, sacred places, sewage, snow, song, Song of the Son, teaching, The Return of Navajo Boy, uranium mining, Without Water & Weather Changes, youth
Yes, it’s Monday. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s national beer drinking day for a lot of folks.
But it’s also another day in the ongoing fight against uranium mining and its consequences everywhere from the past to the present.
On March 14, 2014 independent journalist Amy Goodman reported from Flagstaff, Arizona about the ongoing environmental and health issues connected with uranium mining and its long-term consequences for the Dine ~ Navajo people. The main portion of her video report is posted here but there is a great deal more information and related coverage on Democracy Now!’s site. Part of the Democracy Now! broadcast discussed the use of music and film by to raise awareness and share information regarding issues. To supplement DN!’s coverage I’ve included two videos featuring Klee Benally’s music and an informative video about Outta Your Backpack Media which teaches Indigenous people how to make and use movies to address the need for media justice and coverage in their communities. There’s a trailer for the film The Return of Navajo Boy which is referenced in the news piece. The film’s website –> http://navajoboy.com/. Democracy Now!’s page for the story also includes links to information and related stories.
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Without Water & Weather Changes ~ Klee Benally
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“A Slow Genocide of the People” Uranium Mining Leaves Toxic Nuclear Legacy On Indigenous Land
Democracy Now! A Daily Independent News Hour — http://www.democracynow.org/2014/3/14/a_slow_genocide_of_the_people
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Outta Your Backpack
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The Return of Navajo Boy Trailer
This is a trailer for the award-winning documentary film, “The Return of Navajo Boy.” See its official website for more information:http://www.navajoboy.com
Also see Groundswell Educational Films website:
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Song of the Sun ~ Klee Benally
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What part of sacred don’t you understand?
December 31, 2013 at 8:11 pm (art, culture, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, humor, life, living, music, play, publishing, quests, random, thinking, Uncategorized)
Tags: "archaeologist anguish", 'bad indians', A List, Aldrey, Aldrey Musica, All Hallows Eve Musical Theme, celebrate, celebrating, challange, closed captions, dancing, dream, espanol, exploring interconnectedness, Facebook, fun, game, group effort, indi, joy, La Lista, life, lyric video, making connections, music video, musica, New Year, pass it on, paying it forward, playing, reblog, share, singer, song, Spanish, tweet, video, wish
Am I crazy? Of course. My computer finally let me access some mail wherein I found a tweet message with the url to this great up beat song by this young guy, Aldrey, with a wonderful voice. Listen to the song and you’ll understand why I’m asking you to share it widely as quickly as possible before 2014 kicks 2013 out the door at midnight. Right now the listens on the tubes of you are at 39, 124. With some serious paying of the joy sound forward by playing, I know we can push it to 80,000. Yes, we can. Let’s play the share anyway you can game starting now! Dance, sing and smile with Aldrey and friends–now. 🙂 Let’s have some fun. Come on– Connect!
PS. If you listen on YouTube the closed captions subtitle option for English ‘works’ just fine. 🙂
Update: 6 January 2014 — 8o, 640 listens on the tubes. Let the music flow! LOL Let’s Dance.
December 22, 2013 at 8:36 pm (books, contemplation, creative writing, culture, entertainment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, fiction, films, life, living, movies, music, people, quests, random, relationships, searching, thinking, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: #35, Book, Breakfast Special, cover, culture, Demarest, exploring interconnectedness, fiction, Heart of Gold, life, Lily, Lily Muses, love, love story, men, movies, music, Neil Young, novel, Out of the Furnance, quests, relationships, romance, Sarge, searching, song, soundtrack, story, women, work in progress
“Lily Muses”
Lily stood at the gas stove waiting for the water to boil for tea. Outside the kitchen window the sky was grey but cloud and snow free as it had been for the last two days. Listening to the local radio report that several main transportation routes were now open and nearly a third of the mainline buses were running somewhat regularly through and in Falls, she wondered how long it would be before Sarge took his leave of her and the Flats and returned to his home in the freight district. Sooner or later there’d be trucks arriving at the freight docks and, as she understood his description of the location, his place on the second floor of a converted warehouse was only a five-minute walk from work. The college was reopening in three days for daytime classes. Her own regular daily schedule would soon resume. Life in Falls was on the verge of returning to its usual urban ebb and flow after several weeks of extreme weather conditions and a number of events involving fatalities as a result. Lily was not looking forward to a return to the usual scheme of things in Falls, the Flats or most especially in her private life. Having never been other than completely candid with herself, she didn’t have any problems figuring out why. The reason was as direct and unpretentious as the man she didn’t want disappearing from her apartment and daily life. When Sarge departed for his home in the freight district, there would be no more dancing at all hours of the day and night; no more off the cuff conversations about books and personal mysteries; no more Funny Man spreading around home people land scents everywhere he went because he liked them; and a host of all the other no mores of things that were currently a direct result of his presence in her personal space; including the fact that there would be no more human heater quietly warming up the space between the down quilt and flannel cotton sheets night after night, a something which made her home people vibes happily hum with contentment.
Being well attuned to her inner self, Lily knew her emotions concerning Sarge had come a long way from unexpectedly enjoying his company at the theatre and hoping he’d feel the same enough to want to meet again. She’d taken a giant leap forward simply as a result of his behavior regarding the taxi cab and everything up to and including sharing her down quilt. Sarge presuming nothing and making no demands upon her person had gone a long way with her from the start. Living in close quarters for the last few weeks a relationship had developed to a degree between them that Lily knew from past experiences under normal circumstance would have required at least six months of concentrated effort on her part to build. She was also painfully aware of the reasons for the failures of her previous serious relationships, even if they didn’t all quite make sense to her. Personal incompatibilities were one thing, cultural incompatibilities were another and double standard gender behavior expectations yet another; all, with a few unpleasant surprise of other sorts, had quite effectively motivated her to call a halt to engaging in any relationship for nearly two years until she got a firmer handle on the cultural mentalities at play in what for her was a very serious hunt for a suitable life partner. In her own culture she’d have been settled with a mate years ago. With good health and a little luck, she’d have been a mother at least twice by her current age. She’d known this entire field of the life game had changed for her prior to even arriving in Falls. Awareness of the change had been a large factor in agreeing to travel this path into unknown geographical and cultural landscapes. Quite simply, there was no one of a suitable age remaining for a life partner even by sheer default. Her choices had seemed clear enough at the time: remain with her rapidly dwindling cultural group until they all passed on or venture into another world and take her chances making a life for herself with the option of finding someone suitable to share it with. She’d chosen this adventure after playing with the numbers of probability in her head for several days. Afterwards she’d simply said to Priest and Gran that she thought it would be fun looking for a needle in a haystack, even though she had no idea whatsoever what a haystack really was. But she was well acquainted with several bone and metal needles and thought that finding one ought to be easy enough even in a very messy place with some patience and persistence. Since then she’d learned about real haystacks, a few things about men, and women, in this culture and a great deal about herself while keeping her senses on red alert for what had become a very elusive needle indeed.
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Though she’d not admitted or discussed with Rosa or Esther, her two closest friends, anything regarding her still evolving emotions concerning the man keeping her company in her apartment, and very little regarding her personal views of him, she’d been keeping up a steady discourse with herself and her home people vibes all along. A few times she’d given serious consideration to discussing Sarge with Anton, but she’d decided against that knowing full well just close he was with Esther and that the only way to keep him from sharing something with his wife was to either not tell him the information at all, or to have it be something he considered so negative that he’d not want to share it of his own accord in order to not upset Esther unless it was absolutely necessary to do so. In addition, there was the matter of his current notions of proper masculine behavior that had inadvertently created issues for her with other men while trying to be helpful. Though in hindsight, those issues had probably kept her from wasting more time and effort on the wrong men.
Lily sighed, glanced at the repair request list and poked her home people vibes into stirring. Gran, I’m way past liking his smile. I’m to the point of knowing I’ll miss not seeing it when he’s not around. For starters, I feel good knowing he’s coming back here after he goes off to fix something for someone in the Flats and that he’ll be here when I come back from doing something of my own. I’m not sure exactly how he’d deal with caribou, but he’s good at keeping the water, heat and electricity running here. That counts for a lot in this crazy place. He gets along with Rosa’s kids, even Marianna. You know what a terror she can be. He likes being around them. I don’t have to explain to you why that’s a big relief. I sure wish I’d asked Priest a lot more questions about guys from where he came from. But, Priest being Priest that might not have been much use where I am now. This one though, I can almost talk with him like I could talk with Priest. He’s curious and smart in ways Priest would understand better than you because of the books. There’s not much point in talking about having fun with him, we both know having fun with these guys doesn’t always mean what we think it does. So far though, he hasn’t tried to push me in a corner because of it. Not once. I don’t want to jump to any conclusions about that yet though.
There’s something about him though that gets women’s attention. It’s something like the attraction John has as a musician. With Sarge though, it’s something else. Obviously, because he’s not a musician, at least not as far as I know. But there’s something I can’t put into words yet. No, it’s not like me being attracted to him. If it was, I’d understand it already. Esther has noticed it too. It makes her watch him with her hard eyes when there’s a potluck and lots of people around. I think she’s waiting for him to do something. Whatever it is, he hasn’t done it yet. I know she’d tell me right off if he had. It’s as if she’s holding her breath. She likes him. I know she does by the way she talks with him. That’s a good sign. Esther doesn’t like everyone. She’ll be very polite to people she doesn’t like and they’ll never know she doesn’t like them unless she says so to their face. I’m sure she’s not doing that with Sarge. I’ve tried to get her to talk about it, but her eyes go hard then and she shakes her head and won’t say what’s on her mind. Rosa just says it’s not what the women do to try to get his attention that’s important, it’s what he’s not doing in return that matters. As long as he’s “not chasing the tails” as she says, there’s not a problem. My best guess at this point is that this has to do with their notions about sex in some way. That might be my ideas and theirs about that little book influencing my thoughts though.
Rosa and I have gone through the copy she made of it a couple more times. Now I know the handwriting isn’t his. Anton says the book isn’t Sarge’s and I believe him. Anton knows lying would hurt me more than whatever the truth is about why he has that book with all those women’s names and numbers in it. Oh yeah, he and Anton seem to be becoming good friends. That’s a first. I mean they actually spend time together talking about books and ideas even when they’re not working on someone’s house or doing something else with the rest of the Watch guys. We’ve had a couple of good conversations as a group with Esther joining in too. Priest would consider this a good sign, I think.
I should tell you, Gran, that not too many people manage to get past what Anton calls his “ghost life” in order to feel really comfortable with him. I think that’s because they can sense he is dangerous if he’s provoked and they don’t want to take a chance on provoking him. Sarge isn’t afraid of Anton. I can see Anton likes that he isn’t. Hmm. Yes, it’s clear to me that Sarge isn’t afraid because he is a dangerous man too. It’s like them each being dangerous cancels out either of them being scared of the other. It’s odd thinking of Sarge as being dangerous though. He never behaves in ways that bring it to my attention or anyone else’s for that matter. When he’s with the Watch guys he doesn’t act threatening or intimidating like many of the street guys do. He doesn’t seem to have anything to prove in that way. Maybe it’s because he’s already proved it with other men and the others know this somehow? I wonder if they can smell it? Can I smell it? Hmm. Yes, I think I do, Gran. Oh, I understand what you mean. I can be dangerous too. Yes, I can. It’s like this, Gran, Sarge reminds me of a polar bear who knows exactly how big and strong he is and that he won’t ever go hungry because he’s hunted seals so many times he’s got absolute confidence in his ability to get one whenever he wants to eat. I know, I know, men and bears are not the same creatures. Like I said, I sure wish I’d grilled Priest about guys.
Where does that put things? That’s exactly what I’m wondering. I don’t want him to go, but I don’t know if he wants to stay. I mean, I don’t know if he’d want to stay for the same reasons I don’t want him to leave. For all I know for sure, he’s just into fixing things, like Ricardo. He never says no to anyone who asks for his help. Lily stared at the list. You’re right I’ve got to say more than simply drop vague hints in order to find out what he’s thinking. Let’s take a look at this list of his and see what comes to mind. Feel free to help out.
The water boiled. Lily spooned loose orange blossom tea into the teapot then filled it with the water. While it steeped she walked over to the fridge and read the list of home repair requests that Sarge had prioritized as his own from the main list over in the Info Hub. Based on what she’d learned about how he worked on his own, she calculated that there was a good solid week’s worth of work on this list alone with plenty more on the main list. She stood tapping her fingers on the paper and wondering how he intended to do all this work and return to his full-time job at the docks at about the same time. Is he planning on not doing anything else but working constantly with a few hours sleep thrown in whenever possible between night shifts on the freight docks and day shifts making house repairs in the Flats? Why on earth would he do that? Or, maybe he isn’t planning on leaving as completely as I thought he would? Maybe he plans on sticking around at least long enough to work his way through the list? As if on cue, the apartment door opened and Sarge came through it with a wave and a very happy to find her at home smile greeting before sitting down and removing his boots out of her sight. “Hi, Lily.”
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Breakfast Special #1 https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/breakfast-special/
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Breakfast Special #36 -> https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2014/01/01/breakfast-special-36-szechuan-shrimp-lo-mein/
December 8, 2013 at 8:50 am (buddhism, culture, entertainment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, humor, Indigenous People, life, music, people, politics, random, relationships, searching, Tibet, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: Allen Watty, compassion, culture, entertaining, geese, history, humor, Hymn to the Fallen, Katrina, laughter, Less, life, Masters of War, More, music, Music Theme, One, politics, random, song, The Vent, unite, United, unity, Urban farm, Urban Farm Guys, video, Write Myself A Song
More and Less
Hm…ahhh yes, about that…more and less idea–hmm that’s a wide open invitation. This selection has gone through several incarnations from the wretched to the sublime–sort of –well, Calling All Angels is sublime, isn’t it? It’s not here. ONE got me going in another direction entirely, but this isn’t quite jelly by any means. The entire value concept of 1 the number impressed itself upon my grey matter long enough to get an evolution to unity. Then, well, things took a few detours. Mental distractions abound. The range here is from the individual to the national to the global–ha. Is that crazy or what? Plus, there are geese. Now, I don’t want to get into it about why those geese and their song are here. They are. Live with it. Accept it. Once they found their way into this blogcasa, they refused to leave. I refuse to herd them out. So the geese are here to stay. That’s all there is to it, folks. I like them. Of course you can argue that this is a Music Theme about More and Less and that you don’t see or hear how those geese qualify. Make it easy on all of us and just consider them in the More category. Okay? They add a certain nonsensical ambiance which I require at the moment. Give them time and they’ll grow on you too. I’m sure of it.
Now I’m fairly certain the Mores and Lesses are self-explanatory. If they’re not, please feel free to place an inquiry in the comments boxes below the posting. Yes, down there. No, you don’t have to go to Australia to get down under the post. But you can if you really feel the need.
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More love, compassion and kindness. No geese, just a little hound.
5:15 Minutes of Rez Life ~ The Vent by By K.R.I.T.
Here is a quick glimpse of what it’s like waking up on the Cheyenne River Sioux Reservation.
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More unity. Geese? Nope.
Playing for Change ~ United
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More unity. No geese. That’s okay.
The voice of Unity by Sherten
Grey Buffalo’s Tibetan Music Channel
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More and Less — More of this action and Less of the need for change. Yes, Less war and Less power to those who create war. The geese don’t stand a chance against warmongers–or do they?
Ed Sheeran ~ cover of Bob Dylan’s Masters of War for ONE (Yes, this is the ONE mentioned above in my little introduction complete with geese.)
Think music can change the world? We think so.
Go to http://www.one.org/protests.
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheONECampaign/about
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More Please. Why? Do you really have to ask? If you do, then that’s a problem. Geese + Music + urban landscape = 🙂
Jax Urban Farm Geese & Jeff Buckley
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More unity aka teamwork –and More laughter. I hope folks get the idea of the effectiveness of unified group action. If not, go directly to the geese.
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More positive action and Less need for such action. No geese here. Yet. Well, there could be geese farming in store for some of these young people. I guess. But I honestly don’t know.
Write Myself A Song
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Less, less, less all around. Oh 1989 may seem outdated to some folks, but I think memories need refreshing just as much as computer pages. The organizers of this bid for freedom paid a high price in general. So much for the free world . . . .. Geese are leaving this to the Peking ducks.
Tiananmen Square
Pictorial slide show showing the events up to and of June 4th 1989, set to “Hymn To The Fallen” by John Williams.
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Less of all the issues regarding the handling of this event. I think the video maker is very clear about those issues. Offended? Well, isn’t that the point? These aren’t the only people left to hang out to dry by the people who ought to help them. They represent so many others around the world affected by callous indifference of their government leaders. Geese are steering clear for the moment.
Hurricane Katrina Song
Hurricane song by Allen Watty- with Images of Hurricane Katrina Victims
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Guess what the Less is. Guess what the More is. No, it’s not those synchronized beats of the musical and violent kind. Geese? Not so much. But the ones I’ve met have always been willing to bite for food–or what they want to be food.
Tibet State of Mind by Dondhon
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More regional unity through music. We’re back to some oneness. Right? No, the geese have no vote here.
La Tierra Del Olvido ~ Playing for Change
http://playingforchange.com – Today we are proud to share a new video titled, “La Tierra Del Olvido” (The Land of The Forgotten), featured on our PFC 2 CD/DVD. This video features over 75 musicians across the country of Colombia. Throughout our journey we have learned that music is the greatest tool for healing broken countries, cultures and hearts. With this video we set our to unite and inspire the people of Colombia so they can move forward from years of conflict and create a positive future. Listen to the music, see the smiling faces and remember we are going to make it as a human race!! One Love, Mark
Okay, Mark, the geese and I will entertain some hope for the human race while listening to Playing for Change.
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More, more, more — no music, well a little, just Urban Farming Guys in Action showing what CAN be done. Yes, it’s not just a world of abstract possibilities. It’s a world of concrete manifestation too. That’s why the Urban Farming Guys are ‘here’. When they make a music video I’ll share it. Yeah, um, do they do geese? I’ll check.
Urban Farming Guys Aquaponics In India
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More of More or Less:
November 22, 2013 at 7:15 am (contemplation, culture, exploring interconnectedness, films, life, movies, music, Native Americans, nature, people, play, quests, relationships, searching, Uncategorized)
Tags: Ascent, climate change, coal miners, culture, dance, Ed Sheeran, fire, Fire Dance, fire dancer, Fire in the Hole, Fire Lyrics, Flame Dance, fun, Grandmother Spider Steals Fire, Hazel Dickens, Hobbit, I See Fire, inspiration, June Carter Cash, life, love, mining, music, Music Theme, Peter Jackson, play, poem, poetry, Poland, pop, protest, random, Raven Lythrum, Ricky Asmodeous, Ring of Fire, rock, Samantha Mariah Jane, Serpent of Fire, SMJ, solar energy, solar panels, song, songs, soul's desire, Spiral, The Hobbit Desolation of Smaug, wings
Okay, well, after a technical ‘fail’ this post is back–almost–minus one until found again. Definitely without all my chatter about it –for the moment.
Yes, this is the Ascent for Fire. I guess the first posting effort ascended somewhere other than ‘here.’
Now, interesting side notes to this post that doesn’t want to stay grounded:–I selected these pieces first. But my commentary for those other selections in that other post was completed first. Not sure I want to start reading anything into any of this, but it might be telling–or not.
For now.
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Mythical conceptualization of Fire.
Grandmother Spider Steals Fire ~~ Choctaw Creation Story
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Fantasy Film Conceptualization of Fire. The Fire of creation in producing art and music. Not to mention the fact that Ed Sheeran has FIRE red hair. Yeah, he’s a Fire-Child for sure.
Ed Sheeran ~ I See Fire ~ The Hobbit, Desolation of Smaug
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Spiritual Conceptualization of Fire.
Serpent of Fire
Lyrics
Serpent of Fire
Lyrics by Ricky Asmodeous and Raven Lythrum
Composed by Raven Lythrum
Your presence magnifies
A journey that shall not repeat
Part of it is you, and all of it is me
A potent energy, that set’s my wings free
I fly without thinking, you’ve set me free
Light all the embers
Set there a fire
Deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Drown me in water
My soul has grown dire
deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Is the serpent of fire
As I calm my mind I ascend
Burning on without an end
The seals have been torn away
I feel the heat and consummate
Through serpents eyes I rise, ignoring outside lies
Turning the led to gold, breaking the enemies hold
Light all the embers
Set there a fire
Deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Drown me in water
My soul has grown dire
deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Is the serpent of fire
The serpent shall blend and will mend
My mind as my soul ascends
The lies have been cleared from my path
So don’t run away from the past
Light all the embers
Set there a fire
Deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Drown me in water
My soul has grown dire
deep in my heart lies my soul’s desire
Is the serpent of fire
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Getting up close and very personal dancing with fire.
Spiral Fire Dance
http://www.spiralcircusarts.com ::: Spiral performing acrobatics, fire wand, single, and double fire hoops at the European Juggling Convention’s Fire Gala Show on August 4, 2012, held in the lovely castle plaza in Lublin, Poland.
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Concrete Conceptualization of Fire.
Adele~ Set Fire to the Rain ~ Fire on ice? Why not? Let’s mix our elements why don’t we? Some water, some hot skating on ice and a passionate song. Oh this fire and rain does not flow according that by Mr. Jimmy Taylor.
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Two flames dance into the night One steps to the left, the other leaps right Winds of change provide food for flight No way of knowing what sparks may ignite
Separating… merging… as if on cue Dressed in golds and red-hot blues Tempestuous, breath-taking, move after move No plan, no rehearsal… It’s die or do
Each step, each flame, fueled by desire She builds him up, he lifts her higher Mesmerized gazes wonder what will transpire Will they simply burn out? or spread like wildfire?
breathe in…. step left…. breathe out…. leap higher
breathe in…. burn out…. breathe in…. burn brighter
~smj
[For some reason this is not appearing as it does at SMJ’s blogcasa. but I think this physical shape is very interesting. For the original form as intended by the poet herself look here—>> http://samanthamariahjane.wordpress.com/2010/06/16/flame-dance/ ]
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Conceptualization of the Fire of love.
June Carter Cash ~ Ring of Fire
Most people associate this song with Johnny Cash. I connect it with June because it is her creation. Interesting how the singer goes ‘down’ while the flames go ‘higher’.
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Conceptualization of Concrete Fire literally in the hole— as in the coal mine along with inspiration, protest against exploitation, fire inside and out and deep in the ground.
Hazel Dickens ~ Fire in the Hole
More about that coal fire issue regarding energy and music: Rock Music and Solar Panels –pop rock music makes them work ‘better’–who knew? 🙂 http://climatecrocks.com/2013/11/22/here-comes-the-sun-rock-music-jumpstarts-solar-panels/
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Links to other Musical Theme Players:
Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-burn/
Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/musical-themes-grandmother-fire-smolder/
Bearspawprint http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/music-themes-grandmother-fire-smoke/
Johnny http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/22/grandmother-fire-musing-theme-november-22/
Hmm, why didn’t I “do” any smoke? What’s that lack tell about me? I guess I go for the hot stuff?
November 17, 2013 at 8:41 am (art, buddhism, creative writing, culture, entertainment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, fiction, films, history, Indigenous People, life, living, movies, music, Native Americans, people, photography, poetry, Poland, politics, random, religion, searching, thinking, Tibet, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: billy elliot, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Chopin, Cry Freedom, dance, dancing, Dave Matthews, Django Unchained, electricity, Elton John, exile, films, free, freedom, FreeDUMB, history, John Trudell, Kundun, living, movies, music, Native Americans, personal, Philip Glass, poem, poetry, Poland, Poland's Dirge, political, private, random, religion, resistance, song, Song of the French Partisan, soundtrack, spirituality, theme, Tibet, war, Writing
freedom
being free
is a not a package bought in a store
often fought for
mental, physical, political, social, spiritual, emotional . . .
wars in many forms
outworn hearts torn
open
freedom
if everyone wants to be free
why aren’t we?
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Song Of The French Partisan via Buffy Sainte Marie
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Freedom ~~ Anthony Hamilton and Elayna Boynton frrom Django Unchained soundtrack
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“FreeDUMB” John Trudell
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Electricity
Billy Elliot film images
Lyrics: Billy Elliot the Musical “Electricity” by Elton John
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Kundun music by Philip Glass
“I will liberate those not liberated. I will release those not released. I will relieve those unrelieved. And set living beings in nirvana.”
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Cry Freedom by Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds
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Poland’s Dirge by Chopin
Chopin left Poland around 1830, just before the uprising of the Polish people against the government… This song, which was never meant to be published, was one of the songs that he composed for friends and private occasions, or just for himself… although it was not dated, I think it was about the tragic end to that uprising, when he was afraid for his family and friends still in Poland, and for the Polish people, and their hopes for freedom… Aleksandra Kurzak sings this patriotic song with a lovely legato line and a heartbreaking and exquisite sensitivity to the text and music…
Nelson Goerner is her excellent accompanist.The words are important – here they are in English
Tree, so free and noble, fast thy leaves are falling!
From the grave a bird with mournful note is calling:
O! Poland misfortune hate thy home o’ertaken,
thy truehearted children from death shall never waken,
Ev’ ry town and village lonely watch is keeping,
Through the fields deserted wander women weeping,
All the sturdy reapers hath the wartime needed,
And the corn, fully ripened drop the grains unheededWarsaw saw the banners which our youths unfolded
Free united Poland shall in glorious form be molded.
And they fought in winter, fought when suns were burning
and the autumn found us still for freedom yearning
All in vain for freedom strove our valiant brothers
None were left to comfort Poland’s mourning mothers.Did they fall in battle? Captive were they taken?
Did they haply wander homeless and forsaken?
Heaven itself hath left us, left us here to languish:
God and man desert us in our bitter anguishO! unhappy Poland! unhappy Poland! O! Poland, O! Poland,
Were thy sons restored to us, could the brave that perished
Help once more afford us… All dismay and terror
from our breast would vanish, war no more our dear ones
from our homes would banish.Though by hands of traitors, Poland’s freedom perish,
Still of Poland’s heroes shall the mem’ry flourish..
For information about when Poland was partitioned and ceased to exist –> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poland
(note: all of this may change w/o notice as I reserve the right to revise freely)
Thanks to Johnny I have learned that we have a new player! Welcome, D.S. Nelson. I swiped Johnny’s live links for your cyber blogging ease. 🙂 Do not miss the lovely Sea song at Johnny’s blogcasa–what a voice!
Willow http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/musical-theme-freedom/
Johnny http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/freedom-music-theme-for-november-17/
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