Somas, the food of gods

The moonlight is brightly lit, shadows at night increase our innate desires to hunt, we move forward, as the winters are lasting far too long. The buffalo have all been slaughtered, killed by the thousands and their bones are stacked high, now they are scarce. I pity the wrath of their vengeance, although we all will feel the loss. Skulls are left unburied, sun bleached, my heart says for they know not what they have done, still they are to be punished, to ride the currents of time, to see how much damaged has been done. The company is aware that we have watchers, all the hillsides and cliffs we posted sentries, young warriors to keep a diligent eye on the passes, each of the trailheads have been beaten down by sheer numbers, masses of people are moving west. They bring enlightenment, books full of illusionary quests that fill the mind of illusionary dead people; for what they preach, has glory for only one cause their cause. They eliminated our connection to the earth, the moon, and then blatantly inviting pure evil, carnages empowers their knowledge. Land grabbers, erecting walls everywhere, hidding behind them shamefully, selfish goals, greed little people with hunger in their eyes. They bleed from the eyes yearning unattainable wants, never knowing we already have what we need. Many have been taught to waste, hordes of greedy souls, breeding the dead, for they are keepers of the faith whom kill for sport. Poor is the living yet to cross the trails, for the power of the sleeping souls will rise and taunt the favors of these evil displays of man. All the creatures of the day and night, those who lived under the trees too include creatures high up in the sky, they all have been pillaged or raped and chased into frenzies of fear; they spread far away from the natural comforts of earth.

It is then when I first learned that Wapato was to be my mentor, the willed evidence of my incorrigible need to learn, likewise I was intent to follow his thoughts. We had a natural tendency to try out the powers innately developed by my own people of the sun, pagans they would call us, savages. Our plight was simple; we learned their curious ways, as they too tried to learn ours, and they would keep records of our accomplishments, exuberantly displaying us to crowds of onlookers, crowds of hungry eyes. My first visit to

their city of large permanent dwellings, I was awestricken, seeing statues of the dead, erected in favor of individual accomplishments, they amazed me with magical books, record keepers, always writing events down for them to later on thus unfold the deeds, eagerly displaying self-versions of something, or recreating the deeds for gainful wants. Collections of such deeds were sent to others to regard it as magical, mystical witchery. Although if it benefited the pockets of such record keepers it was self invented, such as the magnetic attributes of our musical of nature, songs that entice inner spirits, or telepathy, or sharing the privately explicit ways of our forefathers, the words of charms, our collections of food for the heart as well as the mind, Somas. I would show off my knowledge as well, for I had learned our ways far before the invasions came, I knew the demise of the people of the sun was eminent. We had reached our pinnacle of oneness with mother earth, we had formed allegiances with her, forgetting to gather our strengths in numbers thus being able to collectively protect that one giver the earth, and the sky. The waters of life have been taken for granted, for a baby would naturally expect the tit from a mother, so did the invators, as the spat live given fortunes upon eachothers feet.. We have neglected the simple fact to shelter her, Gia from our inner self. The push pull of nature, the light and dark forces have also been growing along side the children, we have let the mother earth down, collectively, and still the blessing are granted, but only shortly, for the buffalo alone cannot save the inner spirits of the earth, her soul is taxed by mans own developments, curiosity.thus is the multitudes compounded a willed of greed, such as the earth has never beared, we collectively allowed this, by not building alliances for her protection, we shall all bear the wrath of a demise, such as only nature could weild. The people of the sun have wandered far too long, away from unity, family spiritual awareness that teaches unity, uniformity among many, working together as one, not many. For without the needs to learn to fight as one nation, we separated our similar cultural types leaving our center of existence exposed for the taking. By not training, our young to be aware of the less esoterically clans whom are living beyond the waters, as many invaders have came and went yet a new species have landed. Taken us off guard, thus annihilations are natures respective reality, the strongest, or smartest survive. Failure to collectively bargain the new views of the world led us to self-destruction by being too relaxed with Mother Nature. Therefore we shall step back as required by the courts of public opinion, the loser shall be alienated, retrained or killed. It was too late to serve the sword once we figured that the warfare was present, we had given everything first, to the taker, thus not leaving our self anything, fortunately we still have our spirit, so we call onto the Ghost Dancers. As children of Mother Earth, thriving for centuries, eons have past, and we learned to harmonize, yet our ignorance of the simplicity of our species. We souls that have willed the physical into psychic; thus a union of self-procreation, our actions gilded by our dreams have taken us to the doors, or windows thru time; entering such realms evolved of man. Woman came before, living within the mind, and caused the rebirth of many in the likeness of one, we thus entirely are responsible for our successes as well as failures, for we did raise both our naturally good qualities along side those quite naturally bad qualities. Together gathering like the fish at sea, or the birds in the sky, seeking intimate likenesses

as all creatures two legged, four legged, swimmers or flyers, all want the same thing to procreate our own. The formulations transpired unity into governments. They taught their subjects how to be, how to die and how to breed. By assimilating the masses, sectors were formed like the working bees subjects delivering unto the queen. The studies of our world turned inside out, to follow chaos, we needed to be structured, secrete societies were formed early on to propagate their identities. These social plans to protect the likeness of each others faith, innate ways of mankind is to forget what they are doing, focus on what we are doing, kill first and ask question latter. We as the first and the last children of the western sun have developed many ways, too many types of personal entities, segregating ourselves from one union into many, thus wreaking our communities. Unfortunately, soon varieties of good clans as well as bad clans moved aspects of learning natural ways, twisting the mystical unknown into bizarre cults, without reason or rhyme. They examined the ethereal realms disgustingly acquiring cultured magic, from the dragons of the voids. They were the first to test and develop the less fortunate, the esoterically uneducated in their ways into savages; yes from each others youth we partitioned our children with hatred, racial identities alienating the fruits of social beings. Thus, unknowingly allowing ourselves to be conquered, ruled, and disfranchised. Evil did what evil willed, the spirits within our minds have only to be welcomed to work with the dead as well as the living.

Perplexity and paradoxes our natural prospects as vivacious creatures, because we are a combination of dreams and miracles. For example, once I displayed in front of the Chieftains a leader of their statutes, a simple task; that is to bring forth fire. I stood up in front of the crowd, they were full of disbelieve as I tossed a flicker into a fireball, bluish flames from my fingertip. This unconsciously simple task amazed them into a firing frenzy. They shouted at me, they said that my task is evil, conjured from one of their gods, the devil. Yet I laughed at their ignorance towards nature, fire is our true gift from earths inner spirits. we are taught many ways to us natures gifts, such as fire, water, magnetic forces, gravity and time, all to be used as a blessing, and to be willed only if respected, for survival and comforts. They hurdled amongst each other, questioning me for more ideas of natural effects, I showed the harmony within, how to control the thoughts of many at one time, and

then I showed them how to travel amongst the prairie lands and communicating with others by signals of the heart and mind. Such discoveries taught to me by Wapato eons ago. For my own youthful integrity stood strong against bewildered frighten and confused. The Professors, Clergymen, soon called their Generals and President, elected sources congregated to discuss my ability to be so comfortable among their elite. However not all were first intrigued and soon many met in large statiums to admire my native ways, looking for alternative measures that contained the secrets. Many soon gathered intently watching me display simple tasks of our naturalistic ways, my Grandfathers teachings to our kind. I was likewise amazed at the interesting devices they had to kill each other, weapons of willed hatred, books full of history, facts of warfare; they fight for a lord, a King of Kings, displaying flags, multinational societies of money, paper pushers, collectors of signature, a fallacy of traditional bigotry. I seemed to be followed by a black panther; it seemed to me as if whenever I would walk, it too would walk, although once I stopped it too stopped. The mockery was intense; subjectively they only listened to that which they could attend to seek, completely missing the truths of my actions. Collectively my personality was to them a subjective character full of only prepositions; they were only seeking foolish trivia, sorting simple comparatives, ending only by competition within them. Their own limitations created walls full of deceit, and lies. The serpents of split tongues exited there faces, they showed their excitement pitifully; I had to find a personal place. Then I conjured myself by fully displacing my mind into a foreign sanctuary; meantime they were as desperate as squandering maggots, living inside the fesses of that book of records. The highest priest called a clergyman of science; I considered a witch doctor came into the lyceum to retrain me. This scalar of old world, new world traditional ways, these new formulas, were scrutinized then requested by the government to explain these talking books, these biblical ways to live a better Christian life. They gathered extracting my inner prayers, thoughts that were private, then declaring my ideas insane, corrupting all that would listen. Many soon came to pick apart my new language, English words that had no spiritual context, only definitive actions. Soon they formed a committee to help formally save my soul from aberrations of my own kinship. These misinformed people, came dressed wearing a spiritual hatred that consumed all other realities, a mob uncontrolled, with such severity of unearthly proportions. Ultimatums to scare the living out of children of fallacies to psychologically lead the listener, into truces of prophetic proportions, preaching such as knowing when our mother earth is to die. Sourly I looked at childish attitudes, carefree motives read like watching children play in the waters at home, I felt lonely yet wiser then them. Who so ever shall state the end of this world has already died, sorry is he who thinks of death continually, saddened I thought of an eminently cause to the end of the whole world. A church of respectful followers, agreeing on washing me ridding my of my own spirituality, thus leading a redemption of sorts to begin cleansing my heart and soul. He said I would be saved from my own traditional ways, thus be a better warrior for the King. This man of aquired lititure told me of culture differences; he told of powerful entities that existed behind the mind, ever watching manipulating the inner spirits as curators of the self, he taught me how to pray for help. I was exhausted to my wits end, I felt as my inner spirits

were tide down to a stake; I wanted to return home, to the Black Hills. The dogs of war bite hard only leaving gums to eat with, soon to die of starvation. In addition, I needed to sweat and communicate with my Grandfather, to let him know how powerful the Greek/Hebrew gods were, they owned things. They had spirits of many forms of evil; they had flying beings that desecrated the earth from written books. I feared there gods, they where from elsewhere, dragons, giants, talking snakes, and water walkers. Instantaneously my ability to absorb the hidden meanings within meanings hidden within scalars' books came upon me; they claimed I was a poltergeist, one whom posses knowledge only saved for the kings priesthood, keeping company with their created enemy, that thing living inside of them the devil. Soon I learned how easily they could be redirected; so spoke clearly I said to them, Let the games begin. First, for some strange reason they all compared their notes finding out that they wrote down nonsense; jargon full of unreadable quotes, and words without meanings. They then soon realized, before they would ask me any type of request or question that included me; I already prepared the sorts, eliminating them of there works. I confused the smartest one to believe that he too was partly responsible, thus he became the center of the inquisition; his constituency placed him upon a stool, having him wait his turn to speak. Then I was able to walk away freely, as they all fell to a deepened sleep. I followed the smell of sage, smoldering, and wondered the city seeking my own kind, yet I soon realized I was the only one of my kind. A woman waved at me, her windows were high up on a rock house, she placed sagebrush on the sills, smoldering, swirling into the autumns air. I followed her intentions, taken in by her charms; once inside her dwelling she held me next to her breast, caressing me, telling me to feed from her. She said God led her to me, I believed her, for she seen me as everybody else was asleep. Sandy is her name, she was a half breed like me, she looked more like my aunt, then my sister, I fell in love with her instantly, my body relaxed for the first time in two years. I laid down to rest as she covered me with a deerskin blanket, her life force tasted like fresh Somas, she cooked elk meat, large steaks with potatoes, and cream corn, wheat breads and fruits of all kinds, berries smothered into jams like I remember when I was five, God did send her for my safe return home.

TOM CHACON

Aug 08-07