2003-11-03 - 11:05 p.m.
My ways are unique and my own, for they are not the path of others, but the ways of many others forged to one.
My ways are the ways of tobacco and sage, holy earth and holy sky. The ways of the spirits, of the beasts and of the child. My ways are the ways of the shadows, of the twilight, and of the enlightened. They are the ways of all ways, the ways of all of who see.
When I pray, and despite what those who know me might think I do pray, I pray not to one, but to all. I pray to the energies and spirits of, within and upon Earth Mother, I pray to the energies above, in and of the Sky Father, The Great Spirit, and all spirits. I pray to the powqwejenay - the seen but unseen, the fliers, the guardian spirits. I offer tobacco to the spirits, to the Great Spirit. Tobacco is a holy plant, and the spirits love it. I give offerings not as bribes but as thanks. If I must slay to eat, I give tobacco and prayers to the spirit of the animal, that he may journey safely into the spirit world.
I burn the sage and sweetgrass smudge, and I encircle my body with its smoke to ward the evils, and to cleanse myself that my communication with the fliers (guardian spirits) may be greater.
I practice the ways of peace, and love, kindness and harmony. I make many studies and meditations of the old ways, of the sacred stones and tools, the blessed plants and the spirits. I seek the truth, I seek peace.
But I also train for chaos. I pray and am mindful and meditative of the evils in the world, of the beings across the shadow veil who mean harm, and of the touches of evil in this world. I bless my steel and my fire, and I bind its spirit to my own and ask the blessings of the poqwejenay over my tools. My defenses are in tobacco, crystals, smudges, and steel. I carry an iron nail in my medicine bag, for the repelling of evil. I carry iron blades for the defense of evil. I smudge myself to block the eyes and touches of evil.
Have ye never been set back by unseen hand, felt the cold grasp of evil as you sat with your back to the eyes you feel but never see? I have, I have been hit, and I have been haunted, watched and stalked. Men and spirits are alike in wants, some want evil and harm, and others want no part and must defend it lest they lose their own lives.
I walk the twin paths of peace and order and violence and chaos. I pray to both ends, on both sides. I study the ways of the priest as well as the ways of the warrior.
I meditate and seek the planes where I may find peace and guidance for peace, and I meditate and seek the planes where I may find spirits of war and guidance for war. I do this on this plane, I do this on the higher plane.
I open my mind to the energies and knowledge’s of the world, I receive the morphic energy, and the concepts of the spirits.
These are my ways, ever learning, ever worshipping, thanking and honoring, ever studying, ever meditating, ever acting, ever preparing, ever being.
Things are burning and things are stalking us, and now is the time to speak the words of a great Roshi from long ago, "Let he who hath no sword sell his cloak and buy one".
Let he also buy the holy writings of his taste, and study them.
Many things are changing, and we need to be strong in many ways in this modern world. Strengthen thy defense on all plains, and strengthen thy love and peace as well.
Practice Peace - Train for Chaos