These are some of our Native American Style Dream Catchers that we create from Wisteria Vines from our gardens, Chicken and Rooster Feathers from our Farm, and Natural Gemstone Crystals, Stones, Wo…
Source: Dream Catchers made from Wisteria Vine, Crystals, Bones, and Feathers
Update: This bag has been sold, but there are many others available in our etsy shop. The Willow Stone www.etsy.com/shop/thewillowstone
We make many styles and sizes out of a variety of leathers and furs and gemstones. If there is something you would like, we can custom create a bag to fit your needs. Thanks for much for reading! I hope that we can offer you something that will bring you many blessing along your path!
… Warriors live with death at their side, and from the knowledge that death is with them they draw the courage to face anything… The worst that could happen to us is that we have to die, and since that is already our unalterable fate, we are free; those who have lost everything no longer have anything to fear.
Carlos Castaneda
The Fire From Within (pg240)
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We are assembling these necklaces, ( soon our medicine bags will be posted, so keep checking back) , with stones based on their spiritual properties. For energies that can assist us in daily life and on our spiritual roads we all travel. We offer competitive prices and as a special offer here only I will offer free shipping if you mention discovering us on WordPress. Thanks to all for taking the time to read and view my blogs!
“… Freedom cannot be an investment. Freedom is an adventure with no end, in which we risk our lives and much more for a few moments of something beyond words, beyond thoughts or feelings…To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more than what it is; a mere candle.”
Don Juan Matus “The Art of Dreaming”
Arguments in either direction are just on topic of what we were led to speak of. When will mankind use this thing we call language for something worth opening our mouths for? Inequalities exist only when we are told we are being unequal, and then we start speaking of the very inequalities we are to be blamed for. Race and colors, our killing of one another, money and privileges, all are sourced from the propaganda spreaders that, in this direction or that, have led us all to be the propaganda that they have strewn about. We stand for this side or that side, and either way, we are standing in the muck they want us to stand in. When will we as citizens, as common people, speak of common things? Speak of what is in our hearts, not of what our minds are fed with? No matter the distance of my wonderings, no matter the extent of my examinations, I am still left with only what I have been given to fill my time with. I, for one, do not intend on following the rules any longer, nor do I intend on standing up against them. We have the rights to make our own. To make our own movie, with no script, with no roles, only live in the moment because we choose to. I intend on finding the way of the path I am going down, by firstly leaving the path I was instructed to take. By recognizing that I am a part of a system that has brought our own demise, disguised as forward motion, as progression. I see the other creatures and plants around me existing in a way that, we humans, can rarely fathom. No arguments of which is better or worse. No debates of either side of the garden. Just growing and dying, some troubles along the way, some easy days… all the same. How do we consider ourselves so grand, when we can only stand, based on our biased nature of everything. I will work on this everyday, I will learn to just let this movie play. I know there is a way that we can all be like the flowers of the field and just stand beside each other in our majesty. It occurred to me that erosion begins when we are divided, death ensues when we stand alone, and beauty begins when we fragrance the air with beautiful sounds rather than the stench of what we keep saying. Maybe the people of this world weren’t meant to last, maybe things are just the way they are supposed to be, maybe everything is ok being messed up. If it wasn’t the way it is today, then there would be no majesty in learning to smile. The world would just fade away. It is simply balance in it’s fullest rights. Stop your tears and your cheers, and just be an Earthling for a change. It is our time now, Earthlings arise from your dreams of being human and start spreading the seeds of change. An erosion revolution, or a desert we become.
-RAIN-
How long will they deafen themselves to our cries
Prophets and leaders
Passed off as mad men and treacherous spies
We must listen to know the woes of truly great men
We are in need of this revolution, we all should rise
Stand beside those willing to die for our freedom
And live strong for theirs
Abandon your silver, oil, and gold
Your TVs and Iphones
We must stand with our unwavering stares for this is an amazing time
We all see the signs, they fear us, attempting to conquer with their lies
Never bow to wickedness, never bend to tyranny
One people we can be, so help your brothers and sisters to see
This revolution we have at hand
No longer will we be taken for granted
For now is our time to stand
Educate yourselves, educate each other
From reality we just cant drift
Our history is something we cant forget
The words of great men should be our daily awakenings
The works of great men should be our motivations
The words of our mouth should reflect our expectations
Expectations of respect and freedom
So are you ready children?
-RAIN-
As the world turns around and around again
My eyes begin to see all that stands in front of me
My spirit sees what is behind, determining the understanding of the eyes
Dreams haunt while sleeping, dreams unfolding while awake
Sometimes pondering on how much this world can take
Before we break, before we grow, before it begins to show
The pain that builds our societies, the shame of our idolatries
As our people, so full of disdain for each other, stands brother against brother
Governments fighting one another, for oil, for gold, for something we are never told
I have so many doubts for us, fighting for a future, of calm , of serenity
Do we have the propensity, to love, to care, to share
To truly accept the suffering that fills the air
I, for one, will never let my hopes die, no matter the questions that may arise
I will dream the nightmares, I will breath in the heavy air
I will take on the all the pain of this place
If only you would promise to carry our precious world into a new space
One of understanding, of hope, of freedom
If only…
-RAIN-
Today I rise with these notions in my eyes
Seeing is believing, at least as much as in a dream
And a dream we have spun, seemingly, never undone
Awake or asleep, they all seem so damn real
Everyday that goes by
Every night that I lie
The conflicts of people haunt me
As if the nature of our kind is to be a nightmare, never ending
What will our children think of us?
What message are we sending?
The wasted time we are spending….
Arise people from your slumber
We cannot sit and wonder why, listening to the Earth’s cries any longer
We. you and me. Even if we are the only ones
Must change the world by changing ourselves
We cannot sit in anticipation of what is to come. We can not sit and watch the world pass by. We have to rise within ourselves and create a change that is so desperately needed. We, as individuals, may not feel as if we can do much to resolve our present conflicts. But we can change the ones inside. These are what the world is built on. Every one of our awakened dreams is the source of all humanity. We do have control of our little piece. The world, as in all aggregate substance, is create by the pieces. We control the pieces, we control the whole. I do not know if I will ever grasp how man has always been such a path of destruction. I do know that no matter how much destruction we seem to create there are always those that carry on the dream rather than the nightmare. I will be one of these people. You must join me in the revolution. A revolution of self. A revolution that can destroy nightmares rather than people. It seems to me that the recognition of the worlds suffering entails that there will be more suffering. I say this from a personal point of view. As I look over the things my eyes have seen, the things my heart has held on to. These things continuously manifest themselves in this world. The more conflict amongst people I recognize and acknowledge, the more that appears to be. This comes not only from me, but from us all. Conspiracy and war abound, maybe, just maybe, because what we see is what we manifest in front of our eyes. A double reality in a way. We all sense an unrealness to the real, so to say. We create by acknowledging what is created. The world is made of our dreams of what the world is. The world is what it has become because we believe that it is becoming beyond our control. This simply cannot be true. We must gather together and dream a new world. The world we truly dream it to be. I will dream of a better place, I will be a better piece. We can join together and dilute this hatred. A bucket is filled drop by drop, and I, for one, shall never stop dripping. No matter how long it takes, no matter if anyone is to join me. Stop the recognition of nightmares and begin to dream this dream with me. We will survive this, we will rise. Many come and many go, but this is just the ways of nature. All aspects of life are this way. From the smallest to the biggest. From the bugs to the cosmos, destruction is everywhere, but it is only destruction because we see it so. It is also creation if we choose to see it from the other side. It is only then that we may see the beauty that it unfolds. No more fears of an ending world, of a world that is full of hate. This only manifest hatred of the hatred. I have lived in that feeling for so long, as you have too. Smile, for the world is ours for the taking. Rest your head on the pillow knowing that we will be alright. Stop recognizing the suffering and it will be no more. A collective effort it must be, but singular actions it depends on.
Join me my friends, a long journey this will be.
But we will be together and that is what we call unity.
-RAIN-
“What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: Our life is the creation of our mind.”
Siddhartha Gautama
Sometimes its a question of what to call real
Sometimes its a question who wants to steal
Is it the one over there? or this one here?
Is it me standing in front of a mirror?
Pieces are missing that we just can’t place
We begin to see it in everyone’s face
This world has come to a time of confusion, of desperation. We worry of the intentions of even our closest friends. War is abound, we all know this to be. Yet we ride on through with our misguided truths. Everyday we rise to see the story unfold, not knowing which way to go. We turn, we spin., Sleep, wake, and do it again. Our people are lost for we know this is not our battle, yet we will have to rise, knowing we must fight. No matter the instigators, we are in between the victims and the systems. Control we have allowed while we watch our screens. Zombies we’ve become, but not of the TV scenes. Breaking bubbles in the halls instead of bottles. We rebel with XYAB instead of strength. Weak my people have become for fear of what is to come. It is here, no longer in the distance. We are the problem. We hold the solution. We let them come to power, as we sat in our chairs and watch tales of their greatness. We once accomplished so much. I wonder who will rise to the stage and take the power back. Will we fight them down with phones and cars? Will we fight them down with bottles in bars? Will we crush them with the fat of our asses? Conquer them with our controllers with four button powers? I think not, these are the signs that they have won. Why are my people so ignorant, so blind to what they do? It is as if mankind can not make it. How can we all just watch this go on, is this really the way we want to be. Will we all just sit here waiting for someone else to fight for us? Then who shall it be. Him, her, you, me, who shall it be? Rise, our prized fighter, rise to the front. Battle this oppression that befalls us all. Destroy all the wicked, while I place this call. Come with me, for we as one people can make a stance. Only we can make a show. Or maybe they will just make an app that digs us a hole.
-RAIN-
Is Everybody In? 