What’s with Things?
I remember when I was a boy of about 6 ish… And my body looked funny when I was small: My legs curved outward, I had Popeye arms and bad eyesight, so I squinted all the time in sunlight. I looked up at all these tall buildings, circa 1958. Listen! To a six year old, 10 stories is gigantic.
It was kind of strange because I seemed to be able to feel their presence around me, as if they were living entities. And in a way they were because of the people inside of them, but it was more than that. Windows looked more like eyes to me, and in a way they were, because we may view from windows; I could feel the Mantra or Manatee that each building possessed, feeling calm about some, and uneasy about other buildings. And in a way, that’s true because some corporations are honest, and others are not. Are you beginning to see where I’m going with this yet?
Life is never what it seems. The more ‘things’ we buy, the more we alienate ourselves from one another! Prejudice is still alive and thriving. Or why do we battle with other nations, and crowd them out on behalf of our own way of living? Why are there still over 300 borders that separate one kind of people from another? Everyone will speak English or be shot! LOL! If we must have one more thing to suck up our time, why can it not be an electronic language translator?
Let’s go Native…
This is Chief Busted Wing, or something or other: ‘I told you I could stand here until I get a tan!’ That’s of no consequence. What you do need to know is that Native Indians believe everything has a Manatee (spirit) attached to it, and that these Spirits can either support us or cause us trouble. This is so, they believe, because they see some of the spirit of the person or persons that made the object, or ‘thing’. So I know I have some support on this idea already; one day, all things made, will be conscious of itself, so there goes that theory that they’re only ‘things’…
So consequently, should you surround yourself with many things in your home? A Naked Indian might conclude that we have too many things to influence and corrupt our lives! Feeling themselves one with the wind, water and earth, and a little chilly sometimes, they at least respect the planet they live on! That is, except for the ones who have followed the White Man (with a dark suntan, and his hat at a jaunty angle…) and became Airline Pilots, and Construction workers… They bring shame on The Indian Nation!
They Developed New Laws of Their Own!
Like laws for mathematics: ‘If you have 3 apples and I take 2 away, wouldn’t you call The Police’?
Indian Law: ‘If you kill another man’s dog, you buy him another dog!’
‘If you laugh with another man’s Wife, whole tribe will laugh with your Wife. That way, whole Tribe is satisfied but your Wife! We hope you find good place to lay your head. <Hehehehehehe!’>
‘If Indian should go the way of The White Man, we all spit in your lunch bag before you left! <Hahahahahahaha!>
‘An Indian must build his own Wig-Wom. If you don’t remember Wig-Wom School, you must sleep standing on the rocks and twigs, disguised as tree!’ Henceforth, you will be known as: ‘Fake Tree, Standing on Rocks and Twigs!’
‘If an Indian woman must laugh with The White Man only, she must bring home five packs of Camels and twelve Ponies, drunk with Fire Water! This way, we make half Indians entitled to half a Wig-Wom, and sometimes a night out at Yuck Yucks!’
‘If you are broke, here’s a potato…’
Caught Red Handed!
Here we have two Native Indians that were apprehended by two alert Siamese cats, who just happened to be wandering through the woods at the time! As you can see, they are snorting coke through a tree trunk!
So I look around me now and see that although their customs may be a little different from The White Man only, we are all basically the same at heart. We want what we want, and like any Hunter, we all celebrate when we get it… No matter if we’re purple, pink or plaid, don’t ever surround yourself with so many things, that you piss off Native Indians, they may just go on The War Path and take over Algonquin Park or something! Maybe then, we’d get better rates… I say: ‘Give the land back to The Native Indian, and start knitting our Wig-Woms!’ I’m thinking of a partition to park my tricycle…