The Path of No Path

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Adventure Sitting in my house Which way is the wind blowing? Walking outside now

How the West was…Not As a kid growing up in the 1960s the sound of Rossini’s Overture to William Tell could mean only one thing. It was time to watch the The Lone Ranger. To be honest, my only memories of those moments were Rossini’s music, the fact that I watched the show, and Tonto. More specifically, Jay Silverheels, the actor. It wasn't until nearly fifty years later that I would realize not only how little I knew of Native Peoples, but what a total sham my education had been. To realize that one’s master narrative has been from day one an enormous lie is a huge moment in one’s life. One that I still struggle to comprehend its effects on my life. I confess I was anxious to see the new Lone Ranger film with Johnny Depp. Mostly I was hoping that Mr. Depp would bring his now legendary character acting prowess into the arena of social debate, and right more than a few wrongs that the original Lone Ranger TV show had perpetrated. I was of course, disappointed.  It is...

A new, and already dear friend wrote this today and sent it to me. It is quite lovely. I think of two forest guardians...  One of the day, one of the night. They each wear a key around their necks, emblem of their office, but the sanctum arborus it does not open. Until one day they meet at the eldritch gate, and embracing, the keys pressed between their breasts becomes one key. It fits the ancient portal perfectly. Click.

From Today: My dearest friends, each of us toss many pebbles into this grand, cosmic lake. Though the ripple effect from today's pebbles may never be seen by us, it's effects are still felt. The effectiveness of each pebble we cast, thankfully is not controlled by our ability to see the ripples, but by the amount of love we place inside each and every pebble that we cast. Cast freely. Cast often. Cast from your heart. Breathe. Smile. Take another step, knowing that the world has already started changing because of you.

A Walk Between Worlds    A great blue heron stands silently near the edge of a small lake. Partially concealed by a stand of pampas grass, she waits. It is not quite dawn, and the forest makes no sound. The sounds of last nights crickets and frogs have disappeared into the mist that hugs the shore of the lake. Gone too, is the screeching of owls. The night hunters, who glide silently overhead, patiently searching for that one mouse or vole that has been unwary, and is caught off guard. Throughout the forest there is tension. Tension that comes from the coming change. Everything feels it. The time of the great sleep, the period profound and restorative rest, that great slumber called Winter, is nearly at an end. The silence, the crisp cold, the small patches of remaining snow, are but delicate appetizers, to the prelude, of the bountiful menu that is Spring. Change is indeed coming. It is nearly the full moon. The early morning sky is changing from the void of near bla...

I made this over 5 years ago. It popped up on my screen by "mistake!" I thought wow, when was this made and who made it? I just about fell out of my chair when I realized it was me.

Curmudgeon Hero’s Health Ideas Many of you have asked me about what it is that I am doing, that has enabled me to lose over 140 pounds in the last year. To some, the following will sound like mumbo-jumbo, or maybe even jumbo-mumbo, but I feel it could more properly be called, Jumbo-Mojo, for it works magic on both spirit and body. Why I feel this is so important will become self evident, and the recipe and other references will be at the end. In Freedom & Abundance, I love you all, William ~Rainbow Weaver The Drink to End Suffering Slowly and mindfully prepare your first drink after rising. Be joyful, but be mindful of the bitterness and the purpose of what you are making. Gently hold the glass with both hands against the center of your chest. (heart chakra) Acknowledge in what ever way feels right to you that there is much suffering in this world, and the bitter drink you now hold is a small representation of this suffering. You can focus on pove...

At about 1 am Pacific time on September 11, 2001 I was unable to sleep. As I awoke I was over come with powerful emotions and was then "opened" to a horrific vision that lasted until 5 am. At exactly 6:11 am I was awakened to the the sound of breaking glass, followed by extreme silence. Then for the longest time, 45 minutes or so, I heard the sounds of bright and beautiful bells. They were ringing all around me.  This first poem is from my vision, and the one after it is from my emotions and feelings from the next few days. This was for me, as it was for so many a very intense week in my life. May my experience bring you peace, insight, and love. I love you all, w- Poems follow ====== William, it's time to Wake Up William, they call my name Arriving one by one the beautiful Sound of tinkling bells fills my room An exquisite delicate ringing That only Angels make It is the Ninth month, the eleventh morning Nine – One – One, Wake up...

Fearless butterfly Gentleness consumes dragon Salmon swims upstream

Dab in the Middle Not a clue, I do not know. Do I pen a letter to Miss Manners, or inquire of dear Aunt Flow? With which spoon do I eat sorbet. and why is that of great import? From outside in I pick my fork. So many rules I must obey. One state, two state, red state, blue state one vote, two vote, red vote, blue vote Demo girls and Repo boys, why does  their nonsense rule our fate. Knowing what’s right and proper get’s harder every day. The microwave just beeped, as the newsman tell’s a whopper. My neighbor pilots a Prius, my cousin’s in her Hummer and a bicycle is just peachy for me. From big oil, please just someone free us? I don’t mean to create a flap, but speak my mind I will. But the hour is so very late. Time for  this curmudgeon's cookie, milk and nap.

(greed kills) When Reagan decided to feed the poor, what he meant was,  let’s feed the poor to the rich.  (greed kills) His Piss-on-the-Poor theory,  otherwise known as Tinkle-Down economics,  is just a fancy name for greed.  (greed kills) When those who have way to much, cry out keening, wailing, desperate for more; people die. (greed kills)

Still mind helps us to discover ourselves         What if we find only beauty inside? Allowing compassion to lead the way         Yields answers to questions not thought of yet Tossing a stone into the deep blue lake         Radical notions with each breath we take Change does not approach, nor does it vanish         In this moment, with each breath, I am change

Hiding the beauty, hatred divides us         Creating beauty, leads us out of fear To be gentle is to be powerful         Aggression is not the pathway to peace They tell us the dogs of war must be fed         This breed and their masters feed on our fear

We have chosen that hatred is okay,         because we are not happy with ourselves

William York Letters From the Earth Final Essay: Freedom 15 MArch, 2011 A Walk Between Worlds A great blue heron stands silently near the edge of a small lake. Partially concealed by a stand of pampas grass, she waits. It is not quite dawn, and the forest makes no sound. The sounds of last nights crickets and frogs have disappeared into the mist that hugs the shore of the lake. Gone too, is the screeching of owls, the night hunters, who glide silently overhead, patiently searching for that one mouse or vole that has been unwary, and is caught off guard.  Throughout the forest there is tension. Tension that comes from the coming change. Everything feels it. The time of the great sleep, the period profound and restorative rest, that great slumber called Winter, is nearly at an end. The silence, the crisp cold, the small patches of remaining snow, are but delicate appetizers, to the prelude, of the bountiful menu that is Spring. Change is indeed coming.  It is nearly the full moo...