Dratzo! I am back. It was indeed a very special journey in my Spiritual Journey deep in the jungles for 3 days of training under a master Aboriginal Shaman.The world of Energy is really fascinating.My ability to heal is vastly improved.
This is the long road into the jungles of Pahang, after travelling 9 hours from my island.It was a journey well worth the effort. Then Heaven gave a welcoming sign in the skies a display never seen even by Master.
And just today I was shown a message by Chief Seattle, a Native American, in his reply to Washington about buying up his peoples' land.I feel he has so much wisdom, it must be shared. His speech touched me greatly, especially when I was in contact with a Native Shaman of our own for 3 days, learning his ways and wisdom.
CHIEF SEATTLE’S SPEECH, 1852
“The president in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us.
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers.
Each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father. The rivers are our brothers. They carry our canoes and feed our children.
If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh.
This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does it to himself.
Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
When the last Red Man has vanished with this wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any spirit of my people left?
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children and love it, as God loves us all.
One thing we know: there is only one God. No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be apart. We are brothers after all.”
—Chief Seattle
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