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PostSubject: Grandfather's Final Message   Grandfather's Final Message EmptyWed Jan 09, 2008 9:23 am

Grandfather's Final Message
"Nakwa brothers and sisters,

http://thebeloveddisciple.org/finalmessage.html

It is in my heart to share the knowledge of native people with our brothers and sisters, I have not
much Time to do this because I will soon walk the Line of Sacred Corn, and so I will find another way
to share what I know and hope I can reach many people and touch their hearts and bring them to a
better understanding of our Earth Mother.

When I refer to God I say "Him" but I am equally comfortable with "Her", in fact, I do not know which
gender I use most, but one thing is very sure, when I say "God" I always refer to our Earth Mother or
to an aspect of Her. Life is one great aspect of Her, Land is another great aspect of Her, and Death is
another great aspect of Her. She controls the Underworld, and She controls this Fourth World, when
we were in the Third World, we were with Her and thus it was She who controlled the Third World.
When we go to the Next World, which we call the Fifth World, this same Earth Mother who has always
nourished and supported us, will also be the controller of the Fifth World, but there will be a
difference, She will release more control into our hands, because in the Fifth World we will have the
good hearts and the wise minds not to abuse our control.

We have different names for Her different aspects, in Her aspect of Death She is Masau, and as
Masau She is male. In her aspect of Land She is our Mother and She is female, in Her aspect as life
she is Spirit and She is Male. There are many aspects but they are not different Gods, they are the
omnipotent Earth Mother, and in my humble view, for whatever it may be worth, this is the case with all
old religions. Many native people do not like their belief system to be referred to as "religion" because
it brings to mind the Christian missionaries and all that they inflicted upon the "heathen" native
people, but I do not have this problem, I am a religious man, and my religion is very old and as valid
as any other great religion. I am Hopi. My religion is called "the Hopi Way" or simply "Hopi". I want to
leave in this forum the essence of my religion. If I were to brew it all down to its essence, what would I
have in my hand? Evolution.

I have had the great blessing of my Mother to travel in India, China, Africa, Europe and of course
Turtle Island (America) the Land of my birth. Turtle Island will always be Turtle Island to me. Nobody
*discovered Turtle Island, *We were born on our Land, She gave to us this Land when She gave our
Lives.
We Love and Honor and Respect Turtle Island. It was a giveaway. Not a discovery. Our Land
was renamed after an Italian by the name of Amerigo (I think his second name was Vespucci),
because he was the first Caucasian man to Land on it, but he did not discover it, he stumbled onto
Turtle Island, and yet it was given his name. That is water under the bridge, but as I say, to me it
remains Turtle Island.

What is the essence of my religion? To *serve my Earth Mother who has given all to me, and to serve
Her we must honor Her, Respect Her, and obey Her. To obey Her is the hardest part we might say,
because She appears to be silent, therefore how do we know what She wants from us? She is not
silent! She is very eloquent, but She does not speak with the language of words, at least not to us, I
am sure She does use words when She speaks with Her brother and sister Stars, but our ears are
deaf to Her voice, just as we are deaf to other sounds, such as the dog whistle. There are many
sounds our ears do not hear; Her voice is among the sounds we cannot hear, so She communicates
with us through sign language. We call this sign language "symbols" and we have to train our senses
and our mind to interpret Her sign language, just as if we are learning a foreign language.

We learn to understand Her symbols quickly, because, once She sees we are trying to understand
Her, She is overjoyed, and She does all in Her Power to help us. Symbols are natural to native people
all the world over. It is our first language! Our native language takes second place to symbols. As we
move through our Lives our senses and our minds are always alert to symbols, we might be so
absorbed in symbols that we cannot hear our brother calling to us in our native language! Our
dreams are very important, we shape our lives according to our dreams, and we search our dreams
for Her guidance and direction. One of the first lessons we learn in Life is to pay attention to our
dreams and to learn to understand them. The course of my Life has been governed by my dreams,
and will continue in this way. I would be lost without my dreams. When I think back, it is through
understanding my dreams that I learned to understand symbols, and thus I moved on to searching for
symbols in my daily Life as well as my dreams. What a rich language! An all-encompassing language!
One symbol has so many levels! One symbol can say so *much more than one word!

Last night I dreamt I was pulling a cloth out from under autumn leaves, the cloth was heavy and I soon
noticed it was not simply a cloth, it was part of a dressing gown, and then I noticed (by the weight) that
it was on a dead body. I did not pull more. I stopped. I noticed that by pulling I had cleared the leaves
off two socked and slippered feet. Male feet. I did not uncover the face of the male. I asked a man who
was nearby to inform the police. With a heavy heart I went indoors. This dream told me so much! I
know only two men who wear socks, slippers and dressing gown. One is Keith and the other is Ken.
One of these will die in Autumn when the leaves are thick under Trees, they will die after they take a
bath, when they are almost ready to go to bed, not in the morning because neither of these men wear
socks under their slippers in the morning. They will die indoors and not outdoors (even though they
were covered in leaves) and they will not be ready for death. The face was hidden from me, but by the
weight of the body I can guess which man will die this Autumn when the leaves are thick on the
ground. I will be informed of his death in the Morning of the following Day. But if I keep alert when I see
the leaves accumulate on the ground this Autumn, I will receive a sign *before he dies, and this is
important to me, because I will get a chance to say goodbye.

To read symbols we have to become a tracker, I think of symbols as being tracks for which I look. The
first step in beginning to serve God is to be the best human being we can be, the second step is to
look for Her words to us, and to respond in a good way to Her voice, 'Yes, Mother, you call me? I
stand alert! Show me a sign and I will do all my best for you." This second stage is an enlightened
state of being. No need for a priest or a temple, in this second stage a man can communicate one on
one with God. We do not need to hear Her voice to know She wants us to honor all Land and Life,
She is Land and if we wish to honor Her we must honor Her body also. She is the giver of Life, of
Spirit, and we must honor Life wherever we find it. It is easy to honor Life in our families and friends,
even a terrible sinner can do this, but we must honor Life also in strangers and in our enemies, we
must honor Life in even those people who abuse that Life, because the Life itself is Sacred, and that it
is abused is terribly sad. Where we see Life being abused, we can try to guide that person to a better
understanding of Life.

Respect and Honor are very important to native people. The Respect and Honor we earn from others
as well as the Respect and Honor we give to others. We Respect and Honor our God and all Land
and all Life, *and all Death. We do not shun Death, and if we have walked a good Road, we do not
fear Death because Death is the doorway to a new body, a better more evolved body, and a better
Life in the Fifth World. In the Fifth World where finally a good man can live in a peaceful World Where
all men and women are brothers and sisters and Live in perfect harmony with Nature. But if we have
not walked a good Road, we do fear Death, because we fear reprisals! If our walk has not been good
there will be no better more evolved body for us, and no peaceful Fifth World, at least not in our Next
Life! Even when we fear Death we nonetheless Respect and honor Death. We have the gift of Life
because we are not strangers to Death. We have Lived and Died before, and the fact that we are still
in this Fourth World means we have not yet perfected our actions and our service to Mother Earth, we
are still here in our imperfect bodies and in this imperfect World because we are still struggling to
*know Her and to serve Her and to bring ourselves to as good as we can get, given our present
physical limitations. Those who do not fulfill their potential return to this state of being, those who do
fulfill their potential move on to the Fifth World (Which pahana calls Heaven but which we recognize as
the Star "Taalawsohu" which is also called the Star of "David', and which pahana calls the planet
"Venus").


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PostSubject: Re: Grandfather's Final Message   Grandfather's Final Message EmptyWed Jan 09, 2008 9:24 am

Owi, Venus the Morning Star is *very important to native people, the exact positioning of Venus is
crucial to our ceremonies. We believe Venus "overlaps" with certain points on our Mother, the San
Francisco Peaks is one of those points. We believe the summit of San Francisco Peaks, and other
equally high places, "merge" with Taalawsohu, and our Katsinam return there when they go home. I
heard an elder speaking a few Days ago "only one who is initiated can know about the Katsinam" and
this is very true! This is a great Sacred matter, native children cannot know about this until they are
old enough to understand and then they are first initiated, but I will say this: in a broad sense only,
they are our departed Spirits who act as our Guardians. They watch over us, they protect us, and
they are also very concerned about our behavior. When we say, "they come in the Clouds" we mean
*exactly this. As I already said, we are not able to hear all sounds, neither are we able to perceive all
colors. We use only a small part of our brains, our senses have limited access to our neurons, if we
cannot see and hear all things, then we must not scoff to hear a man say "our Katsinam come in the
Clouds." A man said to me "this is the most difficult part of your belief system for me to accept".
Strangely this same man believes in UFO's, so do I, but it was strange to hear him say it is difficult to
accept our Katsinam can go about in Clouds because I also heard this man say (a few months earlier)
"I saw a UFO with my own eyes! It was in a cloud formation. One minute it was a cloud and the next
minute I clearly saw a brightly colored, rainbow-like, crystal space ship. I saw it for a few seconds
before it merged with the cloud again!"

Maybe he saw the transport of our Katsinam. One thing we can be very certain of, our Katsinam
probably do go around in fancy crystal space ships, but our Katsinam will *never invite us into their
spacecraft. They will never entice us to leave our Earth Mother. They reached their own Great State
of Being by living on our Earth Mother and by *dying on our Earth Mother! They did not run off in the
spacecraft of *aliens! They evolved to a higher state of being because they walked a good road and
died at the end of their time and *evolved into a better body and into the Fifth World.

I remember the words of a Catholic priest who tried to convert my father: "Jesus *died for us, and He
also said we must die to receive Heaven. We cannot just climb a pearly staircase in these corrupt
bodies and ascend to Heaven, we must first die and be born again in new incorruptible bodies." And
then this priest sighed deeply, "Oh how that term is misunderstood! A whole new religion has
blossomed as Born Again Christians, but to be born again, first we must die"! My father said what
difference does it make? The Born Again Christians also follow the Teachings of your Master, so in
the end they won't go wrong." When I heard these words I thought how similar this belief is to our own
belief, "Without Death there is no Door to The Fifth World."

When I speak like this many people say, "Of course we must die, we have no choice!" We believe we
may face such a choice at End Time: Live forever in these corrupt bodies, or die and evolve to perfect
bodies. We believe there are many aliens who inhabit our Universe, and as with people here in our
own World, some are good and some are bad. All the good "aliens" have died and evolved to a higher
Life form, a Life form that can live closer to the Sun. We cannot see them, but they are there, and
they always occupy the Morning Star in any Solar System. These good brothers and sisters know very
well the rewards of the final human form, they know the peace that comes along with having the *full
use of the evolved human brain, and with hearing the full sound spectrum through the evolved human
ear, and seeing the full color spectrum through the evolved human eye. They know the Love and
Respect that comes with the wisdom of using every neuron in the evolved human brain. They would
*never deprive us of these great gifts of Life and evolution. They would never entice us to leave our
Earth Mother! *Only by remaining with Her can we achieve the final step in our evolution.

Again, some may say, "We have no choice but to remain with Her!" We believe the choice will come.
We believe that aliens will come and try to convince us to leave Her and go with them. They will come
when End Time is upon this World. We all know that End Time will be accompanied with devastation,
with tidal waves and earthquakes and volcanoes. We believe that when this is happening the aliens
will descend on our Earth Mother and use everything in their power to convince us that we should
leave. "Your planet is going to self-destruct! Come with us, we Live in a beautiful World where there is
only good health and peace; where there is no poverty, no hunger, no disease: indeed they will even
stoop so low as to call their world "Heaven" "The Fifth World" "Paradise" and other names of glory
which are used to describe Taalawsohu. But if we listen to them, if we go with them, we are assured of
*desolation. These kakyakyauna (terrible and ungodly) aliens are ancient (by our Earthly standards),
and some of them have very beautiful bodies, but how did they get their beautiful bodies? How long
can their bodies remain alive? Having stepped out of Nature and natural processes, having turned
their backs on evolution, how do they sustain their Lives? (Imooyi, you have heard me speak of this,
will you please explain why they *need us and what can become of us, and our children, if we go with
them.)

We believe we have always been around, and the bones the archaeologist's dig up are the bones of
our previous bodies. In other words, we were here from the beginning and we evolved from the
earliest form through all the primal forms of man to become Homo Sapiens (who we call simply "man")
Neanderthal, Homo Erectus, Cro-Magnon etc, we have walked in all those forms, and we have one
more change ahead of us. I read a book by Carl G. Jung wherein he calls the final form "Homo
Maximus", this name feels good to me, I think he must have been inspired by Spirit when he "realized"
this name, I believe it will stay with us.

My last caution: evolution is a fact; we can see the proof in fossils. Why would aliens who have
remained faithful to their Mother and received the reward of evolving from Homo Sapiens to Homo
Maximus try to persuade their less evolved brothers and sisters to abandon their Mother in the very
Time running up to evolution? They would not.

Owi, End Time will not be a picnic! Death is not usually easy. But people are dying every Day.
Thousands of people die every Day and we don't panic and try to bolt into alien space ships! We
accept this Daily mass Death of our brothers and sisters around the World as *natural. We hope they
have walked a good road and that they will evolve to become Homo Maximus. But when End Time is
upon us some of our brothers and sisters will panic, because it is unusual, because they have never
(in their living memory) witnessed such mass destruction and Death before. And the aliens will
*gratefully open the doors to their space ships to every willing runner! Because they *need us! We do
*not need them! They will descend like flies and pluck us off the Body of our Mother. I wish I could be
here at this Time, I would do my best to stop as many brothers and sisters going with them as I could.
But I believe I will walk the Line of Sacred Corn before End time, just as I believe many of my younger
brothers and sisters will remain here and face End Time.

You will notice that I capitalize the T in Time. Native people have an inherent Respect of Time. We
view Time differently than our Pahana brothers and sisters. In a way it is also a Deity to us, because it
is an aspect of our Earth Mother. The aliens who will try to entice us to leave our Mother have learned
to manipulate Time, they can move around in Time, (and this probably sounds as ridiculous as saying
"our Katsinam come in Clouds") but it is true. They can go backwards and forwards in Time and in this
way they can extend their Lives, but however ancient they may be, they are *not immortal. Their
bodies age albeit it takes a longer Time. Even though they may look young and beautiful, by now they
are very old. And their youthful appearance is superficial. Their internal organs are ancient and must
be continually replaced. This is not what we want for our children and ourselves. It is not what I want. I
want the incorruptible body of Homo Maximus! I don't want to have my gut sliced open from Time to
Time and my innards replaced. I want incorruptible internal organs. On Taalawsohu we are *given the
gift of Time. We are wise enough and responsible enough to receive the full knowledge of Time and
not to abuse it. On Taalawsohu we will also be able to go backwards and forwards in Time, or remain
in a perpetual present Time, but we will not have stolen this Great Gift ahead of evolution, ahead of
God’s Will, we will have earned this with our loyalty and courage.

My last words: perhaps the greatest difference between native religions and pahana religions is this,
we believe in God *and evolution. We believe God's greatest work is through evolution. God is the
Divine Artist, evolution is the Divine Art, we are His clay, and Death is His kiln. Walk the good road my
brothers and sisters, and we will surely meet up in the next World!"
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PostSubject: Re: Grandfather's Final Message   Grandfather's Final Message EmptyFri Jan 11, 2008 2:42 pm

Wow, Spring. Wa do! The only comment besides honor to all my relations, particularly to the Hopi Nation, its elders and Grandfathers, I can only add my humble poem about my love to our Grand Mother we call Earth, also known as The Spirit of Goodness and Strength, of Love and Affection and All that is Good Medicine that Heals the Hardest Heart of All Its Ill and Pain:

You Are My Angel of Joy

You are my angel
You are my gift
I cannot exchange you
I cannot keep you,
Although I would like to.
I cannot carry
More than I can lift
My Spirit-shifting
My Soul-keeping me
In your arms
In your dreams
Keeps me hidden
Up your sleeves
Like a magician in between the seams,
Keep me from unraveling my imaginations

About You.

You are my angel
You are my friend
You are my sister and my brother
In every twist and bend of a journey
That's just beginning . I hope it will end up

Being The Beginning

Alone, the only angel
With a light to look up to
A softening, a glistening
A spark that kick-starts
My morning,
My evening
Not too harsh nor too bright
In my face; a glare
I can't ignore
Or try to avoid.
One I can not shun
Nor lower my eyes
Nor keep from staring
Into such beauty as

You !

In the early morning light
I arrived before The Sun
The Morning Glories still and pink
Tainted petaled memories
Of a previous night's reveries
You are my angel
I am your friend, said Our Mother of the Morning Glory

I amYou!

You are me? I said, Why me?
I am your sister, You are my brother
My mother the other wife
We are one another.
I am glad you arrived early and were willing

To Listen.

Those still asleep, memories faded
Those who weep, thoughts so jaded
You! Seekers of Wisdom and Beauty never sleep
You are my angel
My Moon and my Sun
My hearth to come home to
My Fire to caress me in honey and clover
And to warn me of the coming cold icy thrust

Burning with desire to win your heart over
For just one single moment of your day in the sun
Your nights filled with silver and satin-spun light

I can't. I might.

The moon on your horizon
Is the sun on my risin'so early today
Before the real sun unfurls its sails
Sending me away
To an "other" sun,
The one that sets, the one that has yet begun

To be in me.

So there you have it
One: You are the fairest angel
Two: You are the rarest gift
Three: You are the dearest friend
And four: You are my treasured sun.
Five, You are my moon, the "other" wife,
Six, The Light of my life
And seven, my dear Mother Earth You are the seven in one!

You will see.

Now the other three (that make up eight, nine, and ten), I spoke of earlier:
The fire, the hearth and the home, well, they too are three in one.
Just like the title seven, slash Jupiter, slash one
Behind Jupiter's seven emanations lies the source of his power: His One mother,sister & wife.)
(We know Her as The Goddess of Love three in one: RheaSaturna, his mother,
DianaLuna and Helena,Venus Aphrodite, his sisters.)
While this seems like a diversion from my poem, Its not. More about the "other" parts of you.

Later on, I hope.

Its where this poem came from when You were young.
I learned this from an old dream which You confirmed.
This is why this poem is always being written.
For I am Jupiter's seventh son and you are the one and only
Mother -Sister-Wife I've come to know now as The Joyful Sister of Earth. You are

The Poem

You have seen me before the stars were born
As you read and realize that you are the poem
And the meaning of the fire and the hearth, then you will also know you are

At home.

Now I could go on and on, so I will!
Until the words stop flowing
Until all the pages of my life
Stop glowing
Or I run out of ink.

THEN ! I'll read even more about You

Will such lovely things ever come to a close
Will I ever stop to think?
Will I ever stop to sink beneath this beauty? Maybe....

Tonight, I might.

So, as I said, I will go on until my fingers are blue or my brain goes numb
Its quite fun you know at this ungodly hour.
Already talking about elixirs and pleasures
Joyful fixtures and leisurely mixtures
Only the gods get to drink!

In celestial taverns with tapistries and cocktails
Rich with red-wine velvets in divine glasses
Only drunken Soldiers of the Heart take with them on the path

I might start over

Over and over my head over heels over heart. Such heady stuff
When words of Joy can conjure up such magical luxury
In the mind of imaginary children
Rocking on horses in a world made of dolts
On Merry-go-rounds made for colts instead of stronger forces

Whose lips start to quivver then, having already touched the rim of
The Silver Cup slipping through their fingers sipping instead of

Drinking again.

Amazing what children playing in solitude can do
Amazing what a sister can lead us through
Straight to the forefront adults often go
Straight to the point
While the child in us is happy with

The abundance of toys
The Innocence of plots and ploys

Its just the foreplay.

Of laughter amongst each other
While adults are busy anointing themselves
With oils of starlight
Coiling others under the stone -faced stares
Of hiding too long from the lightning of life's thunder

Not strong enough to linger around a while longer
Waiting for The Rainbow
That comes after the rain
When the real play

Gets underway.

The wounds of too much thinking
The sinking beneath The Plotted Ground
Too many plots allotted, too many ploys in store for those
Whose sins have been washed ashore unseen
Whose conception and pre-dilection with guilt

Seems to have come to the fore
Wondering how it got there,
Forgetting they created it, regretting that even the ocean has left it for someone else to devour

Don't you want It? I cried.

I have separated the cream of the crop
From the silken tassles at the top
I have harvested the best.
I have milked the rest.
Will you forgive my blundering?

The thundering pounding of the waves
I make beneath the sheaves of

My heart!

Please stop pounding me so hard
She said with her clenching fist
Stop sounding so bitter, so harsh about all of this
Above us, below us, all around us
Unfolds the mystery, the misery and all the miracles of your human life

Divinity seethes beneath these sheets.
Here lies a bed of a different coral uncrushed without the weight
Of previous blunders.

It's MY heart that's pounding, not yours!

Who is speaking here?
It is I, said The Mother of Light
The Great Angel you are under. I am Mother Earth
The one you just honored with your precious words
Go back to those simple words of joy and and children's laughter
The circling of delight
The merry-go-round of pretty horsies and toy soldiers
Mounds of worry and warning, I can stand to hear no longer.
I see, I said. It IS about you

Its not about me, is it?

At the beginning, at the end and in between can I be free if I could just be here with you?
"If you let me take your hands, and let the elusive sands of your beginnings slip through my fingers"
"If you walk with me, let your feet tred in deep waters with me"
"Let your willowy thoughts list with the wind"
"Let your dance be your sin!"

"If you take this chance while you can"
"To mark your territory. And tell me once again"

"You are my angel"
Then we will begin to understand each other.

You are my angel, I repeated.
You are my angel
You are my friend
You are my sister and my brother
My Mother and my Grandmother My Earthling Founder
I will always love you from the moment of my birthing

Nearing my end

Of this poem?
"I doubt it," She said.
"The day has just begun. Are your fingers tired of typing?"
"No they are not," I said.
"Ok, Then, let us call on all the angels
Said a Voice coming from out of nowhere.
"You have no other choice but to sing of rejoicing instead of redeeming if you want to stay with me in this bed"

"The human people need that more than ever before"
"To help them remember"
"With Milton and Joyce"

"That Paradise isn't lost"

"That was a figment of their emotions"
"Their impressions moistened with tears"
"No regressions, only forward confessions. No fears, no oppressions"
"Pilgrim's Progress nor anymore of Goerthe's Tears of The Sun"
"Proust with his thoughts. They cannot be undone. They shouldn't be."

"There is love and hope between every line"
"Regardless of the suffering and abuse they often speak of. You can leave those thoughts behind, too."
"Truth isn't always bound up in knowledge, you know, nor is wisdom necessarily embedded in time"

"It can't be found."

"The hope I speak of is strung between the lines"
"You read about but rarely speak about"

"Teach us about the way it is, then, "I asked Her.
There was only silence from that point on:
Divine Silence manoevering impossible lives
Where mystery knots unwind the warp from the weft.

"All in due time," a voice inside my head whispered to me.

Thank you for The Un-knowing, Dear Grand Daughter of Light
I will step back and look down at my feet
Long enough to find

What is it You seek to implant in me?
I will find the hope of which You speak
And never let it go again
It will be the only baggage I carry this time
On the journey before me.
I can see now, how my earthly existance began:

Without hesitation or resistance
About traveling hand in hand with the gods and the rainbows their children make
On angels wings when they dance and sing

About you and about me
When you send for me.

Golden threads caught between the lines
But held sacred in the pot at the end. Enough said, I said. I will keep my door open and
Relight the sacred fire. Keeping it burning
As long as I can.

Grandmother? Everyone who enters your heart with me, before me, and after me
Will they always be welcome to sit by the fire I will build
To sire only the essence of your desire

Within me

Aho!

One more thing, The One Spirit Thats Holy
The one that is Great
The help The Great Mystery and All My Relations gave me
While writing this poem,
This I am truely grateful.

Thank you for helping me
To find true happiness here

At Home.

Aho!
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