CURRENT MOON

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Blue Cosmic Hand/ Blue Self-Existing Storm - Lunar Scorpion Moon of Challenge, Day 1





Elizabeth Woody
Elizabeth Woody at the petroglyph Tsagaglallal, or She-Who-Watches. Elizabeth. Woody (Navaho/Warm Springs/Wasco/Yakama) received the American Book Award for her collection of poetry "Hand into Stone." She is the Director of the Indigenous Leadership program for Ecotrust. 




Along the mid-Columbia River ninety miles east of Portland, Oregon, stand Celilo Indian Village and Celilo Park. Beside the eastbound lanes of Interstate 84 are a peaked-roof longhouse and a large metal building. The houses in the village are older, and easy to overlook. You can sometimes see nets and boats beside the homes, though some houses are empty. By comparison, the park is frequently filled with lively and colorful wind surfers. Submerged beneath the shimmering surface of the river lies Celilo Falls, or Wyam.

Wyam means "Echo of Falling Water" or "Sound of Water upon the Rocks." Located on the fourth-largest North American waterway, it was one of the most significant fisheries of the Columbia River system. In recent decades the greatest irreversible change occurred in the middle Columbia as the Celilo site was inundated by The Dalles Dam on March 10, 1957. The tribal people who gathered there did not believe it possible.

Historically, the Wyampum lived at Wyam for over twelve thousand years. Estimates vary, but Wyam is among the longest continuously inhabited communities in North America. The elders tell us we have been here from time immemorial.

When the fish ran, people were wealthy. People from all over the country would come to Celilo to watch the "Indians" catch fish. They would purchase fish freshly caught. It was one of the most famous tourist sites in North America. And many long-time Oregonians and Washingtonians today differentiate themselves from newcomers by their fond memories of Celilo Falls.

What happened at Wyam was more significant than entertainment. During the day, women cleaned large amounts of finely cut fish and hung the parts to dry in the heat of the arid landscape. So abundant were the fish passing Wyam on their upriver journey that the fish caught there could feed a whole family through the winter. Many families had enough salmon to trade with other tribes or individuals for specialty items.

The songs in the "ceremonial response to the Creator" are repeated seven times by seven drummers, a bell ringer, and people gathered in the Longhouse. Washat song is an ancient method of worship. By wearing the finest Indian dress, the dancers show respect to the Creator.

Men on the south side, women on the north, the dancers begin to move. In a pattern of a complete circle they dance sideways, counterclockwise. This ceremony symbolizes the partnership of men and women, the essential equality and balance within the four directions and the cosmos. We each have our place and our role. As a result, the Longhouse is a special place to learn.*

by Elizabeth Woody

*http://www.salmonnation.com/index.php






MANIK



Kin 247: Blue Cosmic Hand


I endure in order to know
Transcending healing
I seal the store of accomplishment
With the cosmic tone of presence
I am guided by the power of magic.



The purified planetary human operates with a noospheric compassionate consciousness turned in to the whole life of the planet.*


*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2015-2016.






The Sacred Tzolk'in





Sahasrara Chakra (Dali Plasma)




Monday, August 22, 2016

White Crystal World-Bridger/ White Electric Mirror - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 28





Women of the Poarch Tribe, Alabama.





The word Alabama is from a Choctaw word meaning "thicket-clearer" or "vegetation-gatherers." 
Alabama’s Native American history can be traced back more than 10,000 years, to the Paleoindian Period. Cultural and technological developments brought changes to the societies that inhabited what is now Alabama, as they transitioned from the Paleoindian, to the Archaic, to the Woodland, and then to the Mississippian cultural periods. The Mississippian people are best known for the remarkable earthen mounds they built throughout the Southeast, in Alabama most notably at Moundville in Tuscaloosa County. By the time European fortune hunters and explorers arrived in the region in the sixteenth century, the tribal groups known from the historic period were residing throughout what is now the state. They included well-known groups, such as the Cherokee, Choctaw, Creek, and Chickasaw, Mobile, and Muskogee, as well as the Alabama-Coushattas and the Yuchis. Beginning with the arrival of the Spanish in the early sixteenth century, Native American society in the Southeast was subjected to continual assaults on their land, the spread of non-native diseases, and exploitation of their resources. In the 1830s, the majority of the Native Americans in Alabama were forcibly removed from their land to make way for cotton plantations and American expansion. Today, the MOWA Band of Choctaw Indians and the Poarch Band of Creek Indians maintain their traditions on portions of their tribal homelands in the communities in Mobile and Washington Counties and Atmore, Escambia County, respectively.*

*http://www.encyclopediaofalabama.org/article/s-142




CIMI



Kin 246: White Crystal World-Bridger


I dedicate in order to equalize
Universalizing opportunity
I seal the store of death
With the crystal tone of cooperation
I am guided by the power of endlessness.




Mind responds to its own projections.  There is only mind; everything that exists is a projection of mind.*


*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.






The Sacred Tzolk'in 





Anahata Chakra (Silio Plasma)





8/21/16 Red Spectral Serpent/ Red Lunar Earth - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 27






Ungelbah Daniel-Davila, Navajo.



Ungelbah Daniel-Davila is an enrolled member of the Navajo Nation. Her lineage can be traced back to the outlaws of the American West, the Spanish land-grant people and the Ashiihi clan of the Dine. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from the Institute of American Indian Arts and is the recipient of the 2009 Truman Capote Scholarship and the 2010 Louis S. Rivard Scholarship. She is also the creator and Editor-in-chief of the online publication, La Loca Magazine. Her poetry has been published in Ekleksographia and Imitation Fruit as well as in the IAIA Anthologies, Birds and Other Omens and Ginger Pool. A queen-of-many-trades, she is also a model, photographer and videographer.*

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/ungelbah-daniel-davila




Smiling Shoulders at the Flying Star Cafe

Struggling with the thick glass door at 8th and Silver
you hear a girl's voice behind you say,
“Shit's heavy huh?”
Thick, sweet and familiar, a from-the-cradle voice.
Like warm caramel on a sundae.
Like summer sweat and sunflowers.
Like sticky bud and cut offs, mud and a white tank top.
Like older cousins. Like Woodstock '94
and the girl in the picture off the album jacket
who you worshipped
because she was 16 and you were 8 and she had boobs
and blonde hair and a beautiful slouch, her shoulders
curving into the shelf of her clavicle
making a half moon of her body.
A grunge baby-doll-type goddess sitting stoned
with flowers in her hair
and you were some shy kid on a ranch,
and everyone in the world was watching MTV but you.
When you turned around she was grown,
frail and bold in big sunglasses,
coke skinny and smoky ordering a bag of sweets.
You admired her anyway,
the syrupy slur of her words
and the weight of her wonderful slouch, her shoulders
still bending into herself like a hug,
like the mouth of a smiley face.*

by Ungelbah Daniel-Davila

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/ungelbah-daniel-davila



CHICCHAN



Kin 245: Red Spectral Serpent


I dissolve in order to survive
Releasing instinct
I seal the store of life force
With the spectral tone of liberation
I am guided by my own power doubled
I am a polar kin
I transport the red galactic spectrum.



The mind has been conditioned to think that if it is not thinking, hen there is something wrong.*



*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.







The Sacred Tzolk'in 




Manipura Chakra (Limi Plasma)




Saturday, August 20, 2016

Yellow Planetary Seed/ Yellow Magnetic Warrior - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 26





Tria Andrews, Cherokee.



Tria Andrews is a mixed race Cherokee, Irish, and Filipina writer who has published critical essays, fiction, poetry, and photography. She is a graduate of the MFA program in Fiction from San Diego State University, a Shinnyo Fellow, and a PhD student in Ethnic Studies at UC Berkeley, where she teaches Asian American and Native American Studies. Her current research examines culturally relevant forms of rehabilitation for Native American youth in juvenile detention centers located on tribal grounds. This research is informed by over five years of tutoring and teaching yoga to incarcerated adolescents.


On the Border


Looking for something local, but tired, hungry, lost, I settle for something on the border.  A green grasshopper lands on my white napkin. Good luck it seems to me, but the waitress wants to kill it.  I move to shelter it with my hand, but it flies away.  The waitress wants to know where I’m from, what I’m doing here.  I tell her.  Honey, she says.  Rosebud is a whole ’nother world.  You’ll see.  Stray dogs, trailers without windows.  Warns me not to feel too much.  That’s her problem, she says.  I feel too much. A man with a white beard overhears our conversation.  Ethnic Studies?  No one studies U.S. history anymore.  A few years back, he was living in La Mesa, border of Tijuana and San Diego, and he’d rather live in TJ over Rosebud any day.  Got to remember only 150 years ago those people were nomads.  Got to remember those people have no concept of discipline.  Illustrates by impersonating Indians walking alongside the road.  Standing now, mouth open wide, sways his hips forward so his belly protrudes.  His eyes roll back into his head.  Not all Indians are like that.  Ones in Pine Ridge are different.  But you better cover your ass, girl.  Cover your ass.  The man and the waitress laugh.  The waitress explains her husband works for the local jail.  Because of Indians, he has a job.  The man and the waitress laugh. On the border, lines are drawn.  Apparently, never does it occur to them that I am Indian.  The grasshopper lands in the man’s beard, he doesn’t notice, still laughing.  As long as no one notices, maybe it won’t be harmed.*

by Tria Andrews

* http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/tria-andrews




KAN



Kin 244: Yellow Planetary Seed


I perfect in order to target
Producing awareness
I seal the input of flowering
With the planetary tone of manifestation
I am guided by the power of free will.


Time travel is only possible through the correct understanding and application of the imaginal realm.*



*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.






The Sacred Tzolk'in 




Visshudha Chakra (Alpha Plasma)





Friday, August 19, 2016

Blue Solar Night/ Blue Cosmic Eagle - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 25






Tiffany Midge, Standing Rock (Hunkpapa) Sioux.





Tiffany Midge is a Native American poet (enrolled member, Standing Rock Sioux belong to the Hunkpapa Lakota). Her poetry is noted for its depiction of a self divided by differing identities, and for a strong streak of humor. In 1997, Sherman Alexie named her as among up and coming writers, but claimed that she needed to move away from the influence of his style.

She has also written short stories and erotica, including contributions to the collection Without Reservation, edited by Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm.

Her book Outlaws, Renegades and Saints: Diary of a Mixed-Up Halfbreed was awarded the Diane Decorah Poetry Award by the Native Writers Circle of the Americas in 1994.

"Her poetry has been commissioned into a choral ensemble by composer Seppo Pohjola of Finland and adapted into the dramatic work, “Cedars,” produced by Red Eagle Soaring Native American Theater."

Among other activities, Midge now edits the poetry section of the arts magazine The Raven Chronicles.*

*www.wikipedia.com



Night Caller


The mollusk inching toward my door,
its body a broad wet muscle of rain and ascent
reminds me how all things are possible,
just as the rain foretells certainty

in a language of unquestionable voice.
I hear the night break, the moon
tossing back her hair. I hear the hum
of contentment shuddering in the grass.

The mollusk seeks direction, drinks
in the door’s pool of light, charts
a course for warmth, its horns
pivots of radar, exclamation points,

exquisite attachments puzzling out the smell
of water and storms.  In the last twenty-four hours
there’ve been sloughs of visitors to this porch:
half-drowned spiders, stink bugs, furious horse-flies. 

We’ve discarded them tenderly, others
mercifully tended and killed—unnamed shadows,
unmarked graves, wings and songs put to rest,
lunacies of want laid down.  You turn in sleep,

then wake and tell me about tropical weddings
and masked brides, guests who only speak
the warbled tongue of sparrows, and fall back again—
dreaming your night stories, hosting the night visits,

each with its own small creature,
each with its own grand light.*

by Tiffany Midge

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/tiffany-midge



AKBAL



Kin 243: Blue Solar Night

I pulse in order to dream
Realizing intuition
I seal the input of abundance
With the solar tone of intention
I am guided by the power of self-generation.


Cosmic Science is an initiation of the planetary human , specifically coordinated to synchronize with the shift from human to superhuman.*


*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.







The Sacred Tzolk'in 




Svadhistana Chakra (Kali Plasma)




Thursday, August 18, 2016

White Galactic Wind/ White Crystal Wizard - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 24









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Tanya Lukin Linklater, Alutiiq.





Tanya is a contemporary artist whose practice spans experimental choreography, performance art, writing, and video.

Tanya originates from the Native Villages of Afognak and Port Lions in southwestern Alaska. She is Alutiiq and her body-based work often maps non-Alutiiq spaces with her indigenous language, dance, song and memory in highly experimental ways. Based on Nipissing First Nation in northern Ontario, Canada, her choreographic and performance art works have been exhibited in Canada and the U.S.

She has published poetry in Ice Floe, Ode’min Giizis 2010 literary supplement, and in “A Small Gathering for the Healing of Our Aboriginal Languages”curated by Peter Morin at Western Front Gallery. In 2007, her essay, “Avva’s Telling,” on Inuit film was published in an anthology by Isuma. She coordinated, with Marilyn Dumont and Anna Marie Sewell, the Honour Songs Project for the 2007 Edmonton Poetry Festival to honour the contributions of aboriginal women to the City of Edmonton through poetry, performance, and installation.

Tanya received her B.A. (Honors) from Stanford University, where she was awarded the Mellon Mays Undergraduate Fellowship and Louis Sudler Prize in Creative and Performing Arts. Her training includes experimental movement studies at Mile Zero Dance Company, The Banff Centre for the Arts, and University of Alberta (M.Ed.). In 2010, she received the Chalmers Professional Development Grant for a choreographic mentorship. In 2011, Tanya was nominated for the K.M. Hunter Artist Award in Dance. Her artistic practice has been generously supported by Ontario Arts Council and Canada Council for the Arts.*

* www.ikalluk.wordpress.com



In Memoriam

Part 1.

in a place where words do not exist

                    no-words          pass          through   my   t r u n k

                                     d i s s o l v e                                    

                                                   s i l e n c e



          five hundred         I call            by tender names

guts caught in their throats – gasping
and grasping, they fall,

            heaped                   into              earth              

            s u p p l e           s i l e n c e



           five hundred nestled within         
                    knife-sharp slate and amiq of sea otter
                                   salt spray and canon ash
                                             relentless swell and musket strike

          

in no-place,  soundlessness       passes through my           limbs    lips     belly

                                           until tips of fingers, outline of spine    surrender to

                      a parcel     heaped      with five hundred tender shoots          pulled apart       



                edges of               r e f u g e      r o c k                                       

s o a k e d    in      u n s p o k e n – n e s s*

by Tanya Lukin Linklater 

*www.drunkenboat.com/db15/tanya-lukin-linklater




IX



Kin 242: White Galactic Wind


I harmonize in order to communicate
Modeling breath
I seal the input of spirit
With the galactic tone of integrity
I am guided by the power of death.


The human arranges different forms to reflect its inner world. Everything is sacred, everything in your space is a pure reflection of your mind.*



*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.








The Sacred Tzolk'in 





Ajna Chakra  (Gamma Plasma)





Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Red Resonant Dragon/ Red Spectral Skywalker - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 23





Tacey Atsitty, Dine.



Tacey M. Atsitty, Diné, from Cove, Arizona is Tsénahabiłnii (Sleep Rock People) and born for Ta'neeszahnii (Tangle People). She is a recipient of the Truman Capote Creative Writing Fellowship, the Corson-Browning Poetry Prize, and Morning Star Creative Writing Award. She holds bachelor degrees from Brigham Young University and the Institute of American Indian Arts. She is a recent graduate of the MFA Creative Writing Program at Cornell University. She currently teaches English and Native American Studies at San Juan College in Farmington, NM. Her work has appeared in Florida Review, Talking Stick: Native Arts Quarterly, New Poets of the American West Anthology and other publications. Her chapbook Amenorrhea came out February 2009 by Counting Coup Press.*

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/tacey-atsitty



Rain Scald

When you’ve been standing (in rain) so long, you no longer hear
or feel it falling— you believe it’s stopped. Step away— 

look to your (skin; muck itch. It’s a) shame, your hands
have gone bald from fungus. Taking you to (what’s beneath scab,

to) one of those nights when you know (your gums will bleed.
To say) it’s been a while or that it has to do with (wrist mange

is to say rot comes so easily now, skin weep—) lapse. Step through
the whole (black of your home,) and still know damp, know

(exactly when to cup your finger for) the light switch.

                       `           `           `
so familiar (in aubade)
                                                                                      shame, your hands

have gone haywire. Taking you to (what’s beneath rust: ranges

they’ve grazed—) a time

            when you’re combed through

                                                when you know your knuckles—

and all that the rain has swallowed.*

by Tacey Atsitty

*http://www.drunkenboat.com/db15/tacey-atsitty




IMIX




Kin 241: Red Resonant Dragon


I channel in order to nurture
Inspiring being
I seal the input of birth
With the resonant tone of attunement
I am guided by the power of space
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.


Every moment is a spiritual opportunity and potential opening.*



*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.







The Sacred Tzolk'in 






Muladhara Chakra (Seli Plasma)