*delicate cough, then clearing of throat*

Nachos ✔️
Friends ✔️
Homosex ✔️

My year's looking good from here!

It's among the oldest forms of magic!

I've referred to humans as a virus many times. Usually, in sorrow.

I have found it many esoteric systems. The specifics may vary, but the underlying foundations are the same.

I can honestly hear 1 Teacher cussing with contempt anyone trying to tell him what to do. The other laughs gently, shrugs, & continues his walk on the road with confidence. They were very different men, but united in their certainty of path ahead. I'm very alike to them both. I'll remain on my path.

My heart says honor my teachers, honor the medicine they awoke within me, & fulfill my obligation to keep the medicine alive into the future. That they saw the future's need for it. To deny them their Vision as valid is to deny their right to make the decision in 1st place. I can't do that. I won't.

I don't know where I fit in this current discussion. I relate to the 1st Nation view on colonizers & appropriation in practice. Yet, I also relate strongly to the choice my teachers made for their specific lineages to become open. They believed firmly in the Rainbow Nation, that all were welcome.

All 3 students I have currently are 1st Nation descent where their own culture has already lost their original language, stories, & medicine. They tried to find it before coming to me. I'm obligated to pass the teachings before I can pass myself. Ironically, all 3 came after I realized it was time.

My path feels under attack. My spiritual lineage teachers being told they're wrong for preserving their medicine for the future any way they could. That I must withdraw & allow the teachings to die unpassed, despite the wishes of my teachers. My heart is hurting badly right now, conflicted by this.

This was 1990. I gathered my sage as taught, properly. I use it only for 1st Nation ceremony & sparingly. So much so, I still have half the sage I originally gathered during my quest. 35 years ago! A single leaf is enough rather than whole sprigs. Part of the path is respect & responsibility daily.

They taught outside their reservations because their home youth had no interest in learning & carrying on the medicine path. Rather than let the medicine die, they taught outsiders so that it would live on after their passing. They were clear about their intentions & why. I accepted the path as mine

Now comes the colonization/decolonization discourse. I feel trapped by the concepts. I understand them. Yet, I honor these men as my spiritual ancestors, still speak to them in Dreamtime, & work to pass on their medicine lineage to the next generation. They both said it was open to all.

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This 1st path was taught to me by two 1st Nation men. I am not 1st Nation myself. They both accepted me, gave me the history, stories, traditions, ceremonies, named me, & had me do them as my own. I was taught how to do things within the traditions. I still do exactly as taught. No merging them

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Here's my good vibes contribution. 😁

Each choice made is the literal death of the unmade choices.

Who we are dies with each choice made, reborn as something different from what we once were.

Staying in stillness, in stagnation, kills possibilities, narrowing choices & outcomes.

Death is a friend, a representative endings & growth.

It hit almost identical to what the 3 of us personally observed with this person, separately from each other.

It granted me confirmation, clarity, & clean closure. I'm being centered in integrity & not cutting off in spite. Boundaries give space for self healing. No access gives silence to be.

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LOL

Sometimes, survival is subconscious!