Within all inquiry, between the subject and the object of contemplation, stands the human being. The method and means to liberate perception – the windows where our inner source meets the outer expression – is the living bridge to evolution. The spiritual seeker looks inside; the scientist looks outside; but the looking itself is the master key.

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#WikiBeing #24hrImaginarium About the Clan of the Rose: The Past Let's go back to the pass of the clan of the rose, 3 generations ago, on a small farm in New Mexico. My grandmother was 7 and she already knew the meaning of hard work, she was the oldest and female, that means she was in charge of her already 3 brothers and sister. She already knew from school, that having dark brown skin, meant you were "dumb", she would get teased all the time by the light skinned Mexicans in Spanish calling her "india". She hated going to school, when we make tortillas with our hands, she speaks from her heart, and tells me "they where ugly, really bad, I hate Texas, their racist", she doesn't need to speak, I can see it in her eyes, I feel it in her body, she still not over this. "i hated school, and I wasn't good, I was 11 and still in the 3rd grade, but we didn't have a car and we lived on the farm, when there was work, we work, we didn't think we should go to school", oh grandma your wiser then you let on, my heart is sad but proud to call this women my own, my blood runs deep in this Land, this Land of Enchantment, New Mexico is the place of my ancestors. "you know I didn't know alot of things, I learned alot of things from when you guys where young", grandma you know everything, your language is love and no one speak like you speak, but she always likes to say this story I have heard it countless times, but still listen like its new. "I didn't know how to use the calculator, I didn't even know English, until you guys started talking and I wanted to talk to you." there a whole world of depth and information and its embedded, in her food, this is the whole reason I am a cook. "I remember you were little I think you were 4 and you were using the calculator, and I wonder if you knew what you were doing or just playing, so I asked you, can you show me how to use that" "sure grandma, this so you can add and - is to take away, like this, see?" "i was like oh he knows, image that I was a grown women, a grandma and I didn't know to use the calculator, there are so many thing I didn't know", but grandma your my yoda, you hold on to all the truth, you have shown me the way, but I don't tell her this, but I show this because I stand right by her, making tortillas just like she did with her mom, and her did with hers, we do it by hand, now am the muscle to knead this flours and water into the dough of our people, we use flour for our tortillas, because we are from New Mexico. When the first people settled into the southwest, there was this shaman who had this vision, to take the people on the long journey from Aztlán to build the city of Tenochitlan, we need to find the eagle with a serpent in its mouth on a cactus. Well my people said good luck with that, we are good right here. And this has been an on going divide, then Spaniards took it to a whole new level, stripped both side of there language and culture, I don't even know where to being to start to find that native tongue or that first story, or what that would even be like. The aztec became Mexicans, and with in that there was cast system, pure Spaniards where top white skin, light brown'red hair, then below where the mix, the mestizos light brown skinned people, then lowly dark skin "indias". Now my great grandpa, the last one with the knowledge of our people, did something to survive the times, he pretended to be Mexican so he can get work on the farm, he wanted to earn his keep, and tried to shield my grandma from this great divide, so wanted to finally stop being alone, to belong, that he changed to social construct of the space/time (becoming the first chameleon), not knowing that we still have to be chameleons. He took his secret to his death, it wasn't until my generation my sister for a school project dig up the old family tree, and asked questioned that finally my great grandma let out the secret, of we are a people of no home, wanders, social chameleons, trying to blend in, story tellers. And this is where am going start my new First Story, I am of the Rose and of the Oak Tree, Rose is of New Mexico and The Oak runs deep in the heart of Texas, so I consider myself native to the southwest, I was born and raised in California, and through and through city of angels, But I look to New Mexico and Texas for my roots, I dig deep when I know its time to grow, keeping my ancestors in my heart, remaking our stories, our culture and our spirit. So generation after generation they will always have a first story to pull on, in time of great despair, so when they go searching for who they are, and where they come from. They have a source code to pull from, and don't have to have my lost years, of banging my head against reality, trying to fit in because I knew I didn't belong anywhere, and I really wanted a place, a group to call my own, I didn't know where this idea of social chameleon came from, until much later on, looking back you always fill in the gaps...O.S. mythology, this shit runs deep, even before I was even an idea for an I ...
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#WikiBeing #24hrImaginarium About the Clan of the Rose: The Past Let's go back to the pass of the clan of the rose, 3 generations ago, on a small farm in New Mexico. My grandmother was 7 and she already knew the meaning of hard work, she was the oldest and female, that means she was in charge of her already 3 brothers and sister. She already knew from school, that having dark brown skin, meant you were "dumb", she would get teased all the time by the light skinned Mexicans in Spanish calling her "india". She hated going to school, when we make tortillas with our hands, she speaks from her heart, and tells me "they where ugly, really bad, I hate Texas, their racist", she doesn't need to speak, I can see it in her eyes, I feel it in her body, she still not over this. "i hated school, and I wasn't good, I was 11 and still in the 3rd grade, but we didn't have a car and we lived on the farm, when there was work, we work, we didn't think we should go to school", oh grandma your wiser then you let on, my heart is sad but proud to call this women my own, my blood runs deep in this Land, this Land of Enchantment, New Mexico is the place of my ancestors. "you know I didn't know alot of things, I learned alot of things from when you guys where young", grandma you know everything, your language is love and no one speak like you speak, but she always likes to say this story I have heard it countless times, but still listen like its new. "I didn't know how to use the calculator, I didn't even know English, until you guys started talking and I wanted to talk to you." there a whole world of depth and information and its embedded, in her food, this is the whole reason I am a cook. "I remember you were little I think you were 4 and you were using the calculator, and I wonder if you knew what you were doing or just playing, so I asked you, can you show me how to use that" "sure grandma, this so you can add and - is to take away, like this, see?" "i was like oh he knows, image that I was a grown women, a grandma and I didn't know to use the calculator, there are so many thing I didn't know", but grandma your my yoda, you hold on to all the truth, you have shown me the way, but I don't tell her this, but I show this because I stand right by her, making tortillas just like she did with her mom, and her did with hers, we do it by hand, now am the muscle to knead this flours and water into the dough of our people, we use flour for our tortillas, because we are from New Mexico. When the first people settled into the southwest, there was this shaman who had this vision, to take the people on the long journey from Aztlán to build the city of Tenochitlan, we need to find the eagle with a serpent in its mouth on a cactus. Well my people said good luck with that, we are good right here. And this has been an on going divide, then Spaniards took it to a whole new level, stripped both side of there language and culture, I don't even know where to being to start to find that native tongue or that first story, or what that would even be like. The aztec became Mexicans, and with in that there was cast system, pure Spaniards where top white skin, light brown'red hair, then below where the mix, the mestizos light brown skinned people, then lowly dark skin "indias". Now my great grandpa, the last one with the knowledge of our people, did something to survive the times, he pretended to be Mexican so he can get work on the farm, he wanted to earn his keep, and tried to shield my grandma from this great divide, so wanted to finally stop being alone, to belong, that he changed to social construct of the space/time (becoming the first chameleon), not knowing that we still have to be chameleons. He took his secret to his death, it wasn't until my generation my sister for a school project dig up the old family tree, and asked questioned that finally my great grandma let out the secret, of we are a people of no home, wanders, social chameleons, trying to blend in, story tellers. And this is where am going start my new First Story, I am of the Rose and of the Oak Tree, Rose is of New Mexico and The Oak runs deep in the heart of Texas, so I consider myself native to the southwest, I was born and raised in California, and through and through city of angels, But I look to New Mexico and Texas for my roots, I dig deep when I know its time to grow, keeping my ancestors in my heart, remaking our stories, our culture and our spirit. So generation after generation they will always have a first story to pull on, in time of great despair, so when they go searching for who they are, and where they come from. They have a source code to pull from, and don't have to have my lost years, of banging my head against reality, trying to fit in because I knew I didn't belong anywhere, and I really wanted a place, a group to call my own, I didn't know where this idea of social chameleon came from, until much later on, looking back you always fill in the gaps...O.S. mythology, this shit runs deep, even before I was even an idea for an I ...
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