Me too. You guys would have really liked each other. 💚

At the heart of things, there is no Them.”

This is time for Eagle and Condor to fly together again. The people of Condor come from the South. Like the 17th century English, few would choose to leave their ancestral homes if not driven out by the consequences of the huge, historic Lie of borders.

When you lose that, you’re left with much smaller selves, and just remnants of your original stories and ceremonies, increasingly diminished and deformed by the thousands of years of war.)

When you lose those connections, you lose your awareness that you have a Sacred self, that all living things have a Sacred self.

They had long since lost their connections to their own ancient songs, stories and — I think most important — ceremonies. Losing those connections is the inevitable consequence of invasion, occupation and war, as well demonstrated by the experience of the First Peoples of this continent.

That war included, as do contemporary wars, ownership of the other thing that can never be owned: one’s relationship with Spirit, with Creator.)

(Many who came in the 1600s left England specifically to escape the bloody English civil war, a bit of history I was unaware of until some learning demanded by ancestor work.

When the English came to these shores, they came out from under about 3,000 years of wave after wave of invasion, occupation, and war.

It’s all been one war, all these thousands of years, fought over owning what that could never be owned in the first place.

And every nonindigenous culture’s economy for all these thousands of years since that radical inversion of our understanding of our relationship to the Earth is based on land ownership, and every war has been based on who owns what land.

I think that’s an astoundingly important piece of information: that must have been the beginning of the notion than land — Earth — can be *owned.* We can’t own Earth any more than we can own our breath or our mothers — that’s a given in all indigenous cultures.

One of the things Don Alejandro, chief of the Mayan Council of Elders, said 11 years ago when he spoke in the Washington area is that where we are as a planet was pretty much set in stone way, way back in time when mankind came up with the notion of borders.

I believe the central answer to that question is found in the inevitable evolution of a system that makes people forget how beautiful and precious they are.

A reliable suggestion: when you feel economic kinds of grief, look up, not down — it’s not the people who are equally or more poor than you who are the source of that grief. The next tough step is asking how on Earth those who are the source could cause such grief to their own brothers and sisters.