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Saturday, November 11, 2017

REFLECTIONS OF MYSELF

My own reflections come from the sacred eyes of my sacred lodge belongs to Kish-Shamm Manitou (Our Creator), within this sacred lodge dwells the spirit of Monnzheeze (fawn), my wife.

We both feel in our own way someplace dwells perfection, it was once here long before the invasion of this white man...along with greed and lust.

We know the natural and original creation has all but been abandoned by the cultures of today.

We know there are many people around that still live that natural and original way created by Kish-Shamm Manitou.

And in my eyes, also come reflections that belong to you, Monnzheeze, my wife.
  
We are a oneness this way....
                                   
Long ago during a Peyote ceremony, legend has it how a man and a woman from the Potawatomi nation entered into this sacred ceremony and their spirit's met. They talked that way for a long while and decided not to return back down here.

They walked away laughing in that manner.

Many have gone that way and it was found that their own materialistic sacred lodges were empty of this life.
Their spirits had abandoned this sacred life. They walked in to a belief.

We hear those walked away from life that way.

When it rains, their laughter can be heard, or their soft pitter-patter of running feet while those many raindrops fall down on us.
Their laughter can be heard from swift rivlets, creeks, brooks, mighty falling rivers.

Theirs can be said of a happy life the way they walked away together.
                                   
So, it is not always that one that walks into spirituality alone, there are many want this way, just as I do.

Just as my Monnzheeze wants it.

We are filled with a fear of many things...even this life.

That is why many of us look at each other in apprehension towards all that swiftly and silently approaching all of life from a direction that all of life must inevitably enter.

I have always said, I will walk alone if need be. There is no fear, only what we carry deep to the bottom of our sacred lodges.

So, these are reflections of myself.


The Way Called Beautiful by Helen Bird

Thursday, October 26, 2017

'Plato's last stand' Mixed media 2013

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“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” 
― Plato

solar flair


'Solar Flair' Ink 2017
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“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”
― Émile Zola

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Rise of Atlantis


ink drawings by Helen Bird 2016

“First we thought the PC was a calculator. Then we found out how to turn numbers into letters with ASCII — and we thought it was a typewriter. Then we discovered graphics, and we thought it was a television. With the World Wide Web, we've realized it's a brochure.”
Douglas Adams
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Monday, October 23, 2017

Postcards from The Edge

"All this world is heavy with the promise of greater things, and a day will come, one day in the unending succession of days, when beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins shall stand upon this earth as one stands upon a footstool and shall laugh and reach out their hands amidst the stars." H.G. Wells


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Wednesday, October 4, 2017

THE TURTLE


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THE TURTLE

"Those elders came from over there where the winds are always warm and cool.

How they got here long, long ago is a mystery to this Chaa-Moaakonnish.
It was a time when all life was Gitchi-Manitou.
And all life lived upon the back of this huge turtle.

At that time, the turtle had lots of room, so Gitchi-Manitou told all his red children
to hurry up and make love on turtle's back and be as many as the beautiful stars in the skies up above.

Turtle asked Gitchi-Manitou if he would but have some rest for a spell.

Turtle fell asleep and every once in a while he moves closest to where the waters lap at his side.

Where the warm winds blow cool breezes upon him and when turtle moves in his sleep, the whole of California quakes.
Someday in a time when this Chaa-Moaakmonish treats turtle too harshly, the
turtle will move to a different place.

We, the red man, call this our turtle island for that reason.

We are as fleas on a dog's tail and like fleas, we can fall off for good.
So I move through this life like turtle, slow and careful and when the time comes for Gitchi-Manitou to talk with me, I will only say,

"My beloved Creator, You own everything all over."

And I will ask,
"How did the turtle finally move?"

The answer is easy.

Always treat turtle with respect, like you treat yourself...
Do not be greedy, lustful, hunger for too much.
Just be in a patient way with yourself.
Soon enough there will be that time when you will have many questions to answer.
A time to be strong and do not always look at the other person, for he will not be there to blame you or you to blame him.

So be good to him in this life.

Some of us understand this way, and

“We know why."

                                                 
                                                      'Full Of Life'
                                            ink drawing by Helen Bird 2017


Thursday, September 28, 2017


 'Blue Kachina' Ink by #helenbirdart 2017
"When the Blue Star Kachina makes its appearance in the heavens, the Fifth World will emerge".
Hopi Blue Star Prophecy
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Wednesday, September 27, 2017


'Totem' mixed media by Helen Bird 2013

“The Great Spirit moves us and we never know what our next step is going to be."

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For The Love of Humanity



"All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter."
Max Planck
All Original artwork by Helen Bird Art - ink 2016 'For the Love of Humanity
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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Continued excerpt from 'The Way Called Beautiful' by Helen Bird

THE YOUNG WARRIOR - PART TWO


The man watched as they brought the sleeping warrior and then he disappeared.

He walked away, vanished just as quickly as he had appeared to the people...
It was a young red woman who ran after that man, only to return badly frightened as she pointed to over there upon Mother our beautiful earth's sacred and powerful white shawl...
                                   
The walking mans' tracks had become hoof prints, much as those of our four legged relatives, the deer...

This is a true happening that took place during the occupation of Wounded Knee, as the white man had chased the warrior deep in to a blizzard, deep in to the inescapable ravines of the Badlands...

The warrior returned home one year later with lungs infected from pneumonia and medicine men drew fluids from his chest ceremoniously with the eagle bone...

The young warrior knew life had come to him under that snow laden cedar tree...

In a dream a deer came to him, stood watching him and in his own tongue he beseeched the help from our four legged relative...
It was granted.

Today, he walks proudly in the knowledge that his ancestors' ways are true, and yet…

He is saddened that so many children are lost to these sacred ways.
The federal agents never recovered that young warriors sacred lodge and


...Yes, they still chase him....

                                                          Illustration by Zawanquit
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Monday, September 25, 2017

Excerpt from The Way called Beautiful by Helen Bird
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THE YOUNG WARRIOR


                                                        Pencil drawing by Zawanquit

The snows fell silently upon Mother our beautiful earth, as the young warrior stood viewing this long awaited white blanket that came to cover the land's nakedness...

She was warm beneath her pure, powerful white shawl and the snows fell as snows had never fallen upon this young strong traditional warrior...

The time was tragically history being repeated by the white man chasing the red man across Mother our beautiful earth...
The place was in the Badlands of South Dakota and deep within the black dark hills, where the red warrior struggled towards a group of stunted cedar trees...

Safely under the snow laden branches, the young warrior rested...

It was an inevitable death that approached the young warrior and the coldness came strongly with a sleep much too long to understand...

A young deer walked away from the sleep claimed warrior, walking softly in a direction towards Porcupine and as the warrior slept he dreamt of the young happy smiling faces that once belonged to the people, now his ancestors...

The young warrior knew the ancestors had come to save a life...
The young deer neared the town where people milled about at early dusk...

A man approached the people and spoke to them in the age old tongue belonging to the Sioux...
The people went in to the Badlands where they found the fallen warrior beneath the snow laden cedar branches...

They found him barely alive, if alive at all...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Excerpt from 'The Way called Beautiful' by Helen Bird

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE DISPLACED, THE DISENFRANCHISED, THE INDIGENOUS OF THE WORLD…
ALL THOSE AFFECTED BY GREED AND OPPRESSION.


PROLOGUE

The truth…

It will always find you…
When you least expect it and more importantly when you need to hear it the most.
I had fallen off the mad hamster wheel of western thinking, materialism and illusions of wealth disguised as debt and addiction…and I fell hard, only to find myself facing a fork in the dusty road of life. Rabbit holes…
I had a choice…I could continue down the God forsaken path of self- destruction and circle the drain or I could veer sharply on to the freeway of selfless enlightenment, shedding old ways and old skin, abandoning the stinking thinking of capitalistic shackles and shattered dreams.
As I wandered cold and hungry through a damp mist turning quickly to heavy rain, I stumbled upon a box.

A non-descript box tossed carelessly near a dumpster.
It looked no more than the garbage it was destined for.

Yet, somehow I was moved…compelled to dig deep in to that box, under already soggy papers and elderly yellowed sheet music, only to find at the very bottom, a treasury of words.

Words of hope and inspiration…

Words I so desperately needed at this point in time….

I saw in front of my very eyes a sacred task, one that was willed to me on that dreary day…a unique task of rescue… to repair and preserve the words of those that should never be lost and forgotten.

Who or what guided me towards that abandoned box???
Unseen forces, the ancestors beyond the veil and the great spirit of a proud Native American warrior…

His name is Zawanquit

‘Yellow Cloud’

And this is his life….

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THE WAY CALLED BEAUTIFUL 

"They came from many directions....
  Legions upon legions of them....
  They danced, they sang, they fought....
  They finally left in total rejection....

  She stood silently reiterating....
  Her many facades she chose to act.....
  It was many years later when age had come
  To claim the beauty from her life....
 
  Again she heard them approaching from
  Far, far away in the distance.....
  Yes, they stopped and stood
  Before the entrance of her sacred lodge....
  How long they remained standing this way
  No one will ever know
 
  It was another day she heard
  the footsteps coming
  Nearer and nearer towards her....
  Yes, they walked right over her,
  And they kept on walking away from her.....
  In this life our ancestors walked
  also in that sacred manner....

  They considered Mother, Our beautiful
  Earth not as a means to lay abuse
  But as a means to love and understand life.....
  Your Rainbow ones up there blend together…..

   The Way called Beautiful.