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

Connecting to Hip Pain as Consciousness.

    The hips represent the ability to move forward in life and it makes sense when it is the hips that aid in the movement of the legs. There can be baggage consciousness held deep within the hip flexors and surrounding muscle area due to painful memories.
When an individual expresses their deep rooted feelings while receiving bodywork in this area much healing can transpire and no longer dominate muscles and joints that can lead to pain, medications and surgeries. Pain killers then cover up what a person doesn't confront and transform.

Unfortunately the majority of today's society wants professional bodywork done their way in that massage clients really don't want to open up verbally to their massage therapists instead they want to tell them what to do. A relaxation massage has become basically what a client wants and nothing more. There is no moving out of the comfort zone. Although a good book or laying by the pool can be a great way to relax, professional bodywork has taken priority. Why not have a massage?

And yet those same people will go back home to the same problems, the same issues at work, the same painful memories linger and it is all those things that transpired in life that eventually manifested themselves on the body that never fully released themselves.

Stress then becomes the reason for the season of massage over and over again like playing a record with the same song over and over never really moving forward other than feeling relaxed and relieved physically. Every aspect of the body pertains to higher consciousness, perhaps it is the popularity of hip replacements and surgeries that indeed verify the deeper

 lack of willingness in today's society to open up verbally, honestly, and move forward with freedom of movement without pain.

   Connecting to Hip Pain as Consciousness, author Patricia Huff, copyright 2016

Health Care Penalties

    Everyone deserves health care. I'm sure most people would agree with that. How about someone who guns down several people at random is that someone who deserves health care? Or what about a person who eats what ever he feels like eating, places no emphasis on caring about other people and stays up all night long getting no sleep is this person deserving of health care?

It's tax season and the sooner you sign up for a health care provider the better, at least you won't pay any penalties for not having any coverage, but have you in essence already been paying those penalties all along, just in another format? What have you done for yourself today to ensure that your good health is remaining in care?

It's that longer term good feeling that is necessary to maintain, because it's all about the feeling that reminds you that what you are doing for yourself is real health care. Being kind and giving to someone, saying a sincere daily prayer, being grateful for all that you have, are just a few of the health care benefits that will keep you from paying a Spiritual penalty in life.

Massages, Chiropractic treatments, nature walks, and healthy foods are the PPO's that you can choose from that enable you to maintain that good feeling week after week, month after month. Let us not fall into the mindset that medications and surgeries are the only self deserving treatments for every American. At every moment your thoughts can determine how your natural coverage will have you feeling.

Build your immune system with a healthy Spiritual library of self beliefs that have you knowing that everything that happens to you is for your own good even though it may not readily appear that way. Not every one truly deserves health care, it takes self discipline and there are universal rules, but should you find yourself in need of medications and a Doctor's care understand that even that too is a Spiritual gift, just not the only one.

Health Care Penalties, Author Patricia Huff. Copyright 2016

Today is a good day to live

     I can remember when I was a kid I heard stories about members of my family who survived World War 2. When the war was over they called relatives here in America asking for any kind of donations from shoes to money because they were left with virtually nothing but the worn clothes on their backs.

  
    It makes me wonder if Genocide has become a word that defines our society, I mean have we become a society that constantly expresses some form of suffering? Someone said to me the other day, “If you were with us in Nazi Germany you would have been in a concentration camp too.”

   So, am I supposed to feel good about that?

    It's just a few days after Thanksgiving and another shooting has occurred, this time in Colorado. I still haven't had the chance to digest the many Face book posts by Native Americans who are offended by Thanksgiving as being a day that celebrates Genocide.

     When I was growing up there was a commercial about a man who held an egg in his hand and said, “This is your brain.” Then he cracked that egg on the side of the skillet and it sizzled once he dropped it inside as he said, “This is your brain on drugs, any questions?”

   Drugs can kill brain cells and so can a Genocidal mentality. Every time a Genocide has occurred, an ethnic cleansing of a culture of people in essence we have lost millions of brain cells. The global brain is losing it's capacity.

  
    Suffering, shouldn't we have gotten over it by now?

    How can a society wake up if we are all still drugged in a suffering mentality? Where are the walks for wellness verses the walks for disease? At what point do we say enough is enough and today I am focusing on the life given to me this moment in another magnificent day?

    Another chance to be immensely grateful, another opportunity to smile and spread inner joy and that is healthy and harmonious, and most of all you are worth only what you can give yourself. The Universe can only give you what you allow in, and today is a good day to live.

Today is a good day to live, by Patricia Huff  copyright 2015

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California Healing

    Just outside of the San Gabriel Mission on October 27^th, 2015 over thirty inter tribal Native American Indians gathered in solidarity and prayer of “The Walk for the Ancestors 2015,” a seven hundred mile pilgrimage to each of the twenty one California Missions to honor the indigenous ancestors who suffered and died in the mission system. I myself was included in that evening, which by the way I must point out that I am not Native American although I have always had a strong connection in defending the rights of America's first people since I was sixteen years old writing letters to Senator McGovern during the FBI standoff at Wounded Knee in the early 1970's.

So it was no surprise to me when I too showed up on the grass lawn just adjacent to the San Gabriel Mission. The first encounter I had was an Indian who welcomed me and warmly and hospitably took my hand and guided me as we were all told to stand in a huge circle. There was a burning of sage and then then a tobacco blessing prior to a woman who would speak to everyone present turning herself around periodically as she spoke to each person aligned within the circle.

Her name is Caroline Holland she is walking for her ancestors along with her twenty one year old son. Together they have walked over six hundred miles to different Missions with even more walking a head of them. Every Mission had given Caroline a distinct story to tell. As I stood there I listened intently to this petite Indian woman speak of the mass graves that were at the Missions, none of them with a name marker of anyone buried there. A jar filled with bones of deceased American Indians sat on the counter at one Mission with a label on it that read, “Please do not collect any bones.” apparently there were too many to count and they were scattered all around the grounds.

After hearing Caroline speak, each person that stood within the circle was asked to introduce themselves and speak a little about what “Walking for the Ancestors, meant to them” Once again I was taken back and at times I was having difficulty in composing myself without having a tearful emotional response.

A man spoke of his great grandmother who attended one of the Mission schools and told stories about how the white children sat in the front of the class in seats while the Mexican children sat in the back of the class and the Indian children were made to sit on the floor. His great grandmother it seems was approached by a Mission priest in an attempted rape that frightened her so much she never returned, but those that were caught after attempting to run away were tied to a tree and wrapped in animal skin until they suffocated as an example to the others of what would happen to them if they too attempted to escape. Each person had a story to tell and it was heartbreaking.

And they wept, every person that spoke within the circle broke down and wept. They hugged one another with support and I knew as I stood there that I was compelled to write it all down, for this is not only our California history but also our present day reality.

Not only did Jesus speak of the love due to our neighbor but he also said, “Beware of wolves in sheep's' clothing.” Then too is there common sense and human decency that transcends the duality in religion into what is downright imperative, and that being that our first American's be treated with the same respect and honor that they gave to our ancestors who were allowed to partake in pure drinking waters and healthy food. There is much repair needed right here, right now.

California Healing, author, Patricia Huff  copyright 2015.