Custer's Assault Rifle

    Yesterday marked the anniversary of a great victory on American soil. June 26th 1876 General George Armstrong Custer an American soldier and his entire Calvary were completely annihilated by the Sioux, Cheyenne and other Native plain tribes who stood fearlessly protecting their families. They fought tirelessly for hours defending their homeland enriched with clean running rivers and Buffalo roaming as far as the eye could see.

  Today's society concerns itself with the issue of assault rifles and mass shootings, the largest being at Wounded knee when nearly three hundred women, children and men were massacred by American soldiers.  It's definitely happened throughout history, and not only does history repeat itself but karma chooses no favorites, it just comes right back like a boomerang effect. 

   "The Constitution of the United States was originally written in Indian law, the problem is it has been raped so many times that today's society has difficulty actually making sense of it."- Russell Means, Oglala Lakota.

  Walk into a Museum and you can see the Preamble framed and hung beautifully on a wall but it has become an icon rather than a solid firm way of living in today's world.  Insuring domestic tranquility requires discipline in a self gratifying society. 

The second Amendment is not the issue when it comes to owning an assault rifle, it is the consciousness of a gun owner.

    There has been so much time and energy placed in distorting the principals of actually owning a gun with inventions of video games, violent movies and idolizing the military that the values originally written for the people have become scarce much like our American Indian people. If the original morals of the Constitution were still alive today or even in the old west there would be no need for an assault rifle. There would be no consciousness to support that way of thinking.

Custer's Assault Rifle Patricia Huff author, copyright 2016

Hated Roots

     If you want to pull a weed out of the ground you have to reach deep within the weed until you get a good grip of the root and then pull upward really hard until you literally feel the ground break up a bit and the entire weed, root and all submerges from the soil. Upon looking a little closer you notice that the root appears to be very different looking than it's revealed extension called a weed.

No one really likes the roots.

They are discarded and hidden from ordinary view, buried away, much like a woman disdains her hair roots as she grows older. Relentlessly she colors her roots as so do many men attempting to have them blend into the extension of hair because just the thought of those natural grey roots coming through into ordinary view makes you feel uneasy about yourself, so why not hide them away with hair color?

Don't you just hate those nasty ole roots showing through?

And yet everything has its roots when you think about it. Cultures of people have theirs, even your religion has it's roots, yet somehow it is the roots that get covered up or discarded as if they have no solid connection to what it is you truly believe in, or what it is you are holding onto. It is the roots that actually enabled the growth to begin in the first place, they were the firstborn, the life planted deep within and yet why are they hated so much?

Where does hate actually begin?

Much like visiting a cemetery where your ancestors are buried they too are your roots buried deep within the ground, in fact their bodies' are the ground and the memories are now becoming your hidden subconscious mind. Perhaps you may not be happy with where they came from, may even hate that place, but those are your seeded roots plain and simple.

You can't hate who you really are or what you truly believe in when the roots are hidden from you, you can only hate the knowing that they are. You may find that it really wasn't about the roots at all instead it was about you and your unwillingness to truly connect to it all.

Hated Roots, author Patricia Huff copyright 2016

Wake up and live

It reminds me of a song by the Ramones, “I want to be sedated.” And this is a society that has forgotten their Creator. The right to die isn't just California law now but a constant state of mind. It's unfortunate but the majority of souls in this day and age are anorexic, starving to be fed real Spiritualism.

I asked my neighbor what it is she does for herself after hearing her complain of being tired. “I take my vitamins she said, and eat right,” and yet centuries old wisdom reminds us that man does not live by bread alone but by Spiritual energy brought down into the individual willing to transcend themselves beyond mundane earthy needs.

What happens to a society so bent on a dependency of medical marijuana and massages? I heard there's a spa downtown where you just lay there and a therapist scrubs you down on a table before giving you a massage, shall we all just lay down and get high on pot when we have two legs to stand on and two feet to walk with? Unlike the tiring drudgery of the hard work of our ancestors that came here as immigrants today's society throws a fit if their cell phone internet doesn't work at a faster speed.

Am I boring you with some realism?

Because that's exactly what we need in our lives today, more realism in knowing that not only are there more homeless souls laying on bus benches and sidewalks but there are fully capable full time employees standing in line waiting to receive their free gift bag with a purchase of cannabis so that they too can float among the clouds of self deserving sedation.

And where is the Creator?

Have you forgotten what is truly holy among you? He dwells among the created souls that have lost their way in being all they were created to be. He stands at the doorway of your mind and says, stop following your heart and start using your head it can do miraculous deeds. “I am not human impulse but  infinite human fuel.”

“I am the right to live, the right to be free, I am in you and you in Me.

Wake up and live, author Patricia Huff. Copyright 2016