To: K-list 
Recieved: 1999/12/03  02:11  
Subject: Re: [K-list] food fight 
From: Mystress Angelique Serpent
  
On 1999/12/03  02:11, Mystress Angelique Serpent posted thus to the K-list: 
  Music in my head today...:
 
"Doctor, my eyes have seen the years  
Through the slow parade of tears  
without crying  
Now I want to understand"         -- Jackson Browne     
 
   The battlefield has gone silent, and in the aftermath, I meditate on the 
bloodshed... 
 
  I have often described this list as a grand experiement, never before 
have so many cultures gathered in harmony to discuss K., for such an 
extended period of time.. but it is clear, the results of the experiement 
are conclusive: harmony only lasts till dinnertime, then the animals start 
to eat each other. That's the nature of the beast. 
 
   If they are human animals, any excuse will do.. even if we did manage to 
feed the hungry, by all becoming vegetarians, it would not stop the wars 
and terrorism in India.  We are supposed to look to India as the source of 
high spirituality, because they have sacred cows?  I have two words for 
that: Female circumcision.  
  In India, honeymoon Motels are next to emergency clinics.. Cows are 
sacred, and women are treated worse than cattle. It's illegal to kill a 
cow, but it's legal to kill your wife, in India... if her dowry was not 
generous enough, or if she has an annoying habit of giving birth to girls 
instead of boys.  
 
"I have done all that I could 
To see the evil and the good  
without hiding  
You must help me if you can"    
 
  Unlike animals, humans will fight and kill each other for obscure 
territorial reasons that have zero to do with food and shelter. Even among 
awakened people, good intentions turn into holy wars and bloodshed, and 
that seems to be the nature of the human animal. Here on the microcosm of 
the K-list experiement, even via the safety of email, it has happened over 
and over. I tried to stop it, but it was trying to halt the tide, with a 
bucket. Nature won..  I think my mis-sent post was a message from Goddess 
to stop trying to fight the tide of human nature. 
 
  Environmentalists are killing loggers, animal rights activists are 
blowing up scientists, and pro-lifers are killing Doctors.  Even plants 
compete for sunlight, and room to grow in a slow-mo but fatal battle that 
gardeners know well... using the weapon of thier own shadow.  We cannot 
help ourselves, and the bigger the "good intentions", the uglier it gets. 
The shadow respessed, comes up big and dark..  
  The venomous vegans have killed my idealism, my hope for a peaceful 
planet, and left it's corpse to rot.    
 
"Doctor my eyes  
Tell me what is wrong  
Was I unwise 
to leave them   open    for     so     long?"     --Jackson Browne
 
  I've had enough of being tolerant of intolerance. I spent my b-day 
pondering this, and I have decided that the idea of a spiritual person's 
tolerance is supposed to be infinite is a load of horse shit. 
   Ghandi was not tolerant of the British, Nelson Mandela was not tolerant 
of aparthied. Mother Theresa was not tolerant of a lot of stuff, and very 
outspoken. She had a soft spot for lepers, but she was nasty in her 
judgments of working Mothers.  
  The Dalai Lama is very tolerant, but he is also a homeless refugee. 
Tibet's tolerance got it's ass kicked by the Chinese. 
 
"As I've wandered through this world  
As each moment has unfurled  
I've been waiting  
to awaken from this dream"
 
   In many ways, the K-list as a group is very intolerant.. we would not be 
needing this cyberspace sanctuary, let alone a physical one if we were 
happy to live among the sleepers.  Over and over I have heard it on the 
list, complaints that friends and family don't understand the experience we 
are going thru.. think we are crazy.. I hear the desire to live separate 
from the sleepers, to have "a place of our own".. how can they understand 
us? We can barely understand our selves. 
 
"People go just where they will  
I never notice them until 
I've got this feeling  
That it's later than it seems...  
Doctor, my eyes.. "  
 
  More and more I am finding myself drawn to the spiritual beliefs of the 
Tribes where I live, here in BC.. the Haida, the Coast Salish are beautiful 
people. One of thier most sacred rituals was the Potlatch, where a tribe or 
individual celebrated the blessings of abundance by giving away everything 
they owned, and the richer they were, the more honor it brought them.  If 
one person in the Tribe was hungry or in need, it brought shame down on the 
whole tribe if they were not taken in and cared for. Generous people, who 
asked permission of every tree they cut down.  
   The Potlatch was made illegal as part of a systematic destruction of 
their culture that included sending all the children off to Missionary-run 
boarding schools, and forbidding them to speak thier native language. They 
were horribly abused, and sometimes did not see thier parents again till 
they were adults.  
  As a result of thier collision with western values,  they are all 
suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, like war veterans.  they are 
committing sucide, in droves.. all the indigenous peoples world wide that 
collided with the Missionaries, are..  
 
"Doctor my eyes  
Tell me what is real  
I hear their cries  
Just saying "It's too late for me" 
 
  I know how to help them. My Shamanic training from the ancient Mayan Rain 
God, and Goddess Shakti  have taught me the secrets of the Elysian 
Mysteries... and, as Lesley describes, how the fractal of that sacredness 
exists in all religions.. how it was once, for the natives, embodied in the 
rites of adulthood.. when the child ego is cast off, and they vsionquest 
for 3 days alone to find thier Totem.. Nature gives them thier True Self.   
  But, will they let me?  
  Once, the Native peoples of this continent, were enlightened beings who 
felt themselves to be part of the Earth..  so much, that they could not 
comprehend the idea, of anyone owning it. Of anyone owning anything, if 
someone else was in need. 
 
"Doctor my eyes  
Cannot be disguised  
Is this the prize  
for having learned how not to cry?"  
 
      Blessings..      
 
 
 
 
 
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