Addiction… the Blame Game

So I understand when people get upset, sad and angry when famous people die of an overdose and it is good that it also brings up discussion about the problem we face in the world of human kind that is faced every moment of every day… “ADDICTION” and it’s been around for Ions!

Today I am talking about drugs or alcohol addictions… Soon as someone famous dies from an overdose, people start ranting and raging on social media and saying that the pharmaceutical companies should be sued for their production of drugs… that Doctors should be sued for the fact they prescribe the drugs. Typical rants you start to see soon as someone in the entertainment field dies from an overdose of something. Well those are rather blanket statements don’t you think? Oh wait, don’t crucify me yet for my words… take a moment and listen to what I am saying here.

First off the prescribed pain killers that are often referred to are very helpful to people when used in the correct and properly prescribed and maintained way. Don’t judge unless you are walking in someone who needs these drugs for pain control that otherwise can not be controlled. Is it a perfect scenario for our bodies, no but neither is pain.

Now factor into it that yes physicians need to be watchful of whom, how and how many they are prescribing to their patients. There needs to be more accountability for patient care and awareness. But that can also trickle down to the pharmacies that are filling the scripts… what about a program that connects narcotics prescriptions to a national data base so they can see when a patient is double dipping on scripts or what I call doctor shopping for their medication habits. Yes these drugs are addictive that is why they are called “Controlled Substances” so perhaps the real issue here is they need to be better controlled.

Now factor in ALL the people that are around these famous people on a daily basis… someone is helping them get the drugs the alcohol… and no one sees a problem with how much they are taking, or how they are taking it? Seriously are people this deluded they can not see? No it is rather that they do not WANT to see the problem. Pretty much the same as every day folks…. It takes commitment to assist a person with an addiction, and believe me it is not an easy fix. It involves a lot of time and energy, not to mention we have to look at someone we love and say hey they are not perfect, again not an easy thing to do, so many turn a blind eye.

Now what about PERSONAL ACCOUNTABILLITY? At some point we have to be responsible for ourselves. You can not tell me that we do not know what we are doing at some point. That we do not know it is not a good thing at some level of our human self. You mean people can be smart enough to do what they do whether it is creating something such as music, or writing a novel etc., but not smart enough to understand that probably isn’t a good thing you are doing drugs or drinking yourselves into oblivion, or both? Yeah no, at some level we know. But then it turns into what is called “ADDICTION” and that is a disease whether we want to believe it or not.

So some of you are thinking, yeah what do you know? Well have been there done that… seen friends and family struggle with it. Have seen some of them loose their business, their families, friends and some even their lives to it. I have helped many of them, and for some it worked and others it did not. Yet the bottom line here is it is not the drug companies fault for creating the drugs… it is not ALL physicians fault that these drugs are being abused, it is the people who illegally supply the drugs, the people who pamper and cater to the almighty $$$ whether it is the rich and famous or a business person who has the means to get what they want.

Ultimately it is about self responsibility… the almighty I AM.

As people we need to be able to raise our conscious level to understand that No One is perfect… and that being human means we WILL make mistakes, it’s called Life. But we also need to at some point stop passing the buck and pointing fingers and take responsibility for ourselves and when help is needed, ask, give, recommend it… make others aware of it if you can not do it alone, and/or step up to the plate and tell someone they need help and do what it takes to try and help them get that assistance instead of sticking our heads in a hole in the sand.

For those of you that have taken it the step farther and sought help… I stand with you and say congratulations!

For those of you that struggle with it every breath of every day… I pray for you.

For those of you that want to go farther with it, work towards something… perhaps it’s changing the laws so they are tougher, stronger and bring about the change you are looking for. Perhaps it’s to go to school, get a degree so you can be a law maker, a physician, a counselor, a scientist that can help to create better pain killers that do not kill people… whatever it is… direct the energy into a positive place instead of playing the blame game.

For now I ask that we all can set aside those differences… and say a prayer for All that are struggling and need help with Addictions, All that are assisting those with addictions, and for all those effected by people with Addictions no matter what walk of life we All come from.


I am dedicated to Educating and sharing the lessons, teachings and culture I have been taught by my Elders and journey with the World. It is not enough merely to learn the ways of our Elders. We must honor those traditions by sharing and educating the World. Inspiring others …Inspiring our Youth. Through the Music… the Arts…the stories…

Blessings to you All,

bear Medicinewalker

A Prayer said for All of Mr. Tom Petty’s family and friends at this time. May you all find strength and feel Gods’ Grace in the days ahead. And for You Mr.Petty… thank you for sharing your life journey and music with all of us.

I’m passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so

I’m flyin’ over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching life between the branches below

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

I’m moving on alone
Over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There’s a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand amens

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace
Don’t you baby?

You’re rolling up the carpet
Of your father’s two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there’s a corner of the floor
They’re telling you is yours
You’re confident but not really sure

And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway
Don’t you baby?

You keep running for another place
To find that saving grace

Don’t you baby?

Songwriters: TOM PETTY
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
For non-commercial use only.

Spiritual and Totem Insights of the Day the Medicine Bag


So today I am told to pose the questions to All… How strong is your Medicine? How long has it been since you tended your own needs of Body, mind and spirit? More than likely for most it probably has been awhile for life in its normal fashion typically gets in the way. And as most are taught from a very young age, we put our self last in the line of taking care of needs. We are taught to share, to take care of others first… but sometimes we need to remember that we need to take care of self in order to be strong enough and balanced to take care of others. And contrary to beliefs that is NOT a selfish thing. Go figure right?

But seriously take a minute and think about this…if we ourselves are not balanced, or healthy, or strong enough to do things for ourselves… if we ourselves do not experience joy, laughter, love of self, how is it then we can share those experiences or teach those experiences or even assist with those experiences for others?

So Spirit whispers today, fill your Medicine Bag with the things that are important to you… stop and think about what gives you pleasure and joy in your life. Look into your Medicine Bag and see what it is you placed inside that perhaps has been neglected or forgotten… whatever it may be, Feed It, Nurture it, and most of all take time to recall why it was placed inside in the first place. Feed your Souls!

A Medicine Bag ( also called a Medicine Pouch) is traditionally a small pouch filled with talismans such as stones, herbs, found objects, personal memorabilia and its purpose is protection, to remind us of our human and All that is Sacred and to assist us in healing and keeping our Sacred Hoops in balance. Native Americans have carried these bags for centuries, but in recent years, they’ve also become popular in our modern day culture but most are unaware of the intent/purpose of them.

Traditionally a Medicine Bag or bundle contains something from the plant, animal and mineral kingdoms and from the life of a person. Meant to be kept close to your person so that the spiritual power surrounds you and becomes one with your energy. In a sense it becomes one with who you are. What goes onto the bag is your personal medicine, things you draw “power” from that will aid you as you walk your paths. If you receive one as a gift, the maker or person gifting it should add something of their own to help you on your journey.

Understand that a traditional Medicine Bag is Sacred. The bag should not be opened by anyone else. It is up to the individual whose bag it is if they choose to take items out in order to share with others the story behind them, or to use them for healing purposes. Each item is considered Sacred and is meant to assist its owner with power and spirituality while they walk the Human. Allowing others to access the bag and it’s contents, ‘steals’ the power and lessons its intent for the owner.

 

 


I am dedicated to Educating and sharing the lessons, teachings and culture I have been taught by my Elders and journey with the World. It is not enough merely to learn the ways of our Elders. We must honor those traditions by sharing and educating the World. Inspiring others …Inspiring our Youth. Through the Music… the Arts…the stories…

Blessings to you All,

bear Medicinewalker

Music provided by Chris Ferree and available at http://www.chrisferree.com  as part of the Wolf and the bear Network @2018

the Snow Moon with bear Medicinewalker


I thought it was fitting since Grandmother Moon has been ever so playful of us as of late, keeping us on our toes and eyes wide open during her reign in our night skies, that I once again revisit the story of the Snow Moon. It has long been a favorite of mine and a story that delights the children as well as the child that dwells within. Yet it also holds valuable lessons of community, trust and working together. So I hope you can enjoy the story as much as I do telling and sharing it. Perhaps it will shine a little light in your life and illuminate your world to a better understanding of things….

As it was long ago and far to the north… winter nights were very long, dark and bitter cold. Nights were so long, dark and cold that all the Four Leggeds and their friends could barely gather enough food to survive the season. No matter how quickly they tried to gather nuts and seeds, the darkness covered them and stopped all their efforts. On such a day Squirrel decided that something had to be done. Her first stop would be a visit to her friends the field mice.

“Oh, we do not know what to do,” said Father Mouse. “We have so many children to feed, and the winter nights are so long and dark.”

“I will help you my little friends,” Squirrel replied.

Next Squirrel went to see Porcupine to ask him if he too had been having trouble finding food during the long dark winter.

“Oh, yes,” said Porcupine,“ nothing can be done it has always been this way.”

“I don’t believe that,” said Squirrel. “There must be something that can be done.”

“It’s best to leave things as they are for you never know what could happen if you try and change things,” said Porcupine. With a bristle of quills, he scurried off through wintery wind and snow.

Squirrel sat and thought for a bit and then decided to seek out Owl. Owl rested by day and flew the woods at night, with eyes bigger than all the other animals. Perhaps Owl would know a way to bring light to the winter forest.

Squirrel climbed high in Owl’s maple tree and waited for Owl to wake.

“What brings you to me Squirrel?” asked Owl.

“All of the small woodland animals need to hunt by darkness as well as day. The northern winter nights are far too dark for us. If we could only find a little light to help us see we could gather our food with ease”

Owl agreed to ponder on this problem. He lifted his feathery head and then buried it into his shoulders to think. He thought all day long, while Squirrel shivered on the windy branch. Finally, he startled with thought, “I will talk to the Sky Father and see if he can bring the stars closer to us during the winter time.”

Squirrel flicked her tail in excitement and hope as she raced down the tree to her spot in the woods. A few days went by and then Owl flew in and landed at Squirrel’s burrow.

“Tell our small friends that the Sky Father has decided he will bring the stars closer to us at night. But first, he must clear all the clouds from the sky. We must all prepare for a strong and terrible blizzard.” With that said, Owl flew off to his tree.

All the animals worked as quickly as they could to forage all the nuts, berries and seeds that they found. Then they gathered and huddled in a hollow log and watched as the huge storm clouds gathered in the sky above.

For three days the Sky Father gathered the storm clouds in the sky, stacking them in huge towers. The animals shivered below, waiting. On the third day, the storm arrived. The blizzard howled through the woods. The animals were frightened, all except Squirrel for she believed in what Owl had promised.
When the storm died away, a huge snowdrift had blocked the hollow log so that the animals could see nothing but the wall of snow and the darkness from inside the hollow space. They were scared and disappointed, thinking that only hunger and darkness awaited them.

Brave Little Squirrel made her way through all her friends and turned to them, “Wait here, I will tunnel out and see if the stars are closer as the Great Sky Father promised.”

Squirrel dug and dug, pushing through the cold and wet snow finally reaching the top. When her head popped out through the snow, she gasped in surprise. The winter stars hung so low in the evening sky, it seemed that she could almost touch them.

A large, antlered moose stepped forward and bowed his head, “I have been sent to help you, if you little animals can gather all the snow you can and push it into a giant snowball, I will then carry it cradled in my antlers across the highest mountain ridges, where it will shed light on even the darkest winter nights.”

So they all worked together with the help of the moose and the Sky Father to create the first Snow Moon. Now despite the cold and the long nights of darkness, all are happy in the winter when the stars come close and the moon shines bright like great snowball in the sky.

 


I am dedicated to Educating and sharing the lessons, teachings and culture I have been taught by my Elders and journey with the World. It is not enough merely to learn the ways of our Elders. We must honor those traditions by sharing and educating the World. Inspiring others …Inspiring our Youth. Through the Music… the Arts…the stories…

Blessings to you All,

bear Medicinewalker

Music provided by Chris Ferree and available at http://www.chrisferree.com  as part of the Wolf and the bear Network @2018

Spiritual and Totem Insights for the Day the Moose


Moose what some view as gentle and cuddly are far from it! (Other than the stuffed toy ones that is!) They are true to themselves and set the example for their young. They are reminding us today to do just that, set the example… and instill in them the lessons and foundations that they need to have to move forward in life in a good and strong manner. We are responsible for each step and the chain reactions that we cause, no one else.

Our Elders and Ancestors have experienced much so we could be here… but not for us to hold onto the negatives they endured here as they walked among us, but rather so we would become stronger and wiser. Moose reminds us to remember the lessons so we do not have to relive them over and over again!

Moose reminds us of Life and the inner Strengths that each and everyone of us has deep down in our Soul’s. Moose is all about listening to our instinct and remaining in balance when using our strength, for sometimes situations call for gentle strength and at other times it calls on us to be fierce! They remind us to look to our Elders, our Wise ones in and around our Sacred Hoops for advice and perspective.

As large as Moose are they are still graceful in movement, stealth and quick when called for. That is a huge lesson for us to learn as we walk the Human. It isn’t always about being first, or always thinking that our way is the only way… it is about honoring and respecting all points of view and then choosing the most positive for you. Knowing our Soul’s true purpose is to walk in positives and experience life itself. Moose tells us to be proud of who we are as individuals and let no one tell you that you are less than.

Moose encourages us to be true to ourselves and who we are… Self Love is one of the hardest things to attain for many, so get your bootstraps, pull them up and walk proudly for who you are and remember it isn’t about ego, it isn’t about what others see in us… it is about balance and pride in the positives we are able to step forward in.

 


I am dedicated to Educating and sharing the lessons, teachings and culture I have been taught by my Elders and journey with the World. It is not enough merely to learn the ways of our Elders. We must honor those traditions by sharing and educating the World. Inspiring others …Inspiring our Youth. Through the Music… the Arts…the stories…

Blessings to you All,

bear Medicinewalker

Music provided by Chris Ferree and available at http://www.chrisferree.com  as part of the Wolf and the bear Network @2017

Spiritual and Totem Insights for the Day the Hawk


Today the Hawk is here reminding us that we need to take a closer look at self and how we effect the things not only within our own lives, but in the world we live in. We Need to understand that only we give ourselves power, and that is controlled by what we allow to be factored into our awareness. If we allow the negatives from others in… then we in turn will allow it to eat away at our power, our Sacred Hoop causing unbalance. Which can lead to health issues, our ability to think clearly, to move forward in life in a good manner. If we allow and protect ourselves from those negative elements, we allow positives in and thus strengthen our Sacred Hoops. So as the Hawk shows itself to us today, sharing it’s insights… what will you choose to do? How will you move forward? Empower Yourself by keeping your focus on what is best for you!

Red Tail Hawk shows up to help us understand the meaning in ordinary experiences if open and become aware of our surroundings. The Red Tail Hawk is awakening our souls so that we may begin the journey of our spirituality, preparing us for those Life Lessons that will soon show up.

Red Tail Hawks are messengers of the between, sharing insights and knowledge extended to us from the Ancestors and the world of Spirit. They speak to us of looking from a different vantage point and thus giving us a broader view of any given situation, helping us to not only be aware that a message awaits us, but also helping us to understand those messages.

Red Tailed Hawks are sacred and as they enter our presence, we must honor them by opening our minds and keeping them sharp while we look for wisdom and answers as we walk the human.

The Red Tailed Hawk’s red tail feathers distinguish it from other hawks, and remember that it does not receive their red feathers until at a later point in life after it has matured and experienced life around it. These feathers must be earned. The color Red represents Power and Energy that will lie dormant until it is awakened by our Souls as they walk and journey life and honor its own Sacred Hoop.

2018 the year of “I AM”

“I am Dedicated to Educating and sharing the culture with the World. It is not enough merely to teach the ways of our Elders. We must honor those traditions by sharing and educating the World. Inspiring others …Inspiring our Youth. Through the Music… the Arts…the stories…”

Many Blessings to ya’ll
~bear Medicinewalker

 

 

Music provided by Chris Ferree and available at http://www.chrisferree.com  as part of the Wolf and the bear Network @2017

Spiritual and Totem Insights for the Day the Ant

Well as we have entered into the year of 2018 we also enter the year of “I Am”, and who better to remind us other than the small but mighty “ANT” It is a time to learn to re-shore our very foundations and remember to be mindful of community and setting positive examples even in tough times. So Today whatever it takes, however you need to move forward, put your nose to the grindstone and get it done! If yah need help, ask for it…just take a moment to think about it so the next step is the right one!

The Ant teaches us that all good things come in time as we walk life in positives, holding to our truths, convictions in order to manifest our dreams into realtime. They also share through example how teamwork and clear focus can get the job done. Look at how tiny they are, yet working diligently and with purpose they always manage how to overcome the obstacles that are often set on their paths.

They also talk to us about community and working together to build a better being. Community is important, so perhaps this card is shown today for the fact we all need to remember that we all impact life and community just by being. So our actions can speak volumes, so choose to think before moving ahead in order to walk in positives for the best outcome.

The Ant can move mountains when it chooses to do so. They always have the eye on the prize so to speak. This is how we must think at times to get things done., to push through things that are difficult and at times weigh us down. We must call on that inner strength, and just simply get it done. It doesn’t matter what others think about us, we do not need to answer to their expectations… we simply need to believe and have faith that the world around us will have our backs, remembering that we are all born with everything we need in life to survive and live, we just have to open to the possibility of it all.

Blessings to All!
~ bear Medicinewalker

High Hopes – Frank Sinatra available on Itunes

Time of the Wolf Moon as told by bear Medicinewalker

 

It was a time of the Wolf Moon ( Wa Ya sv`no`yi`e`hi`nv`do), when a young Zuni Maiden was headed back to her home after gathering water from the nearby river, when the Navajo who were noted for their quick raids and fearless ways swept her up and carried her off. She silently watched as her village and fields burned and slowly became little more than a puff of smoke to her eyes. Her heart was shattered, and tears ran down her face.

They rode for what seemed like endless days and nights, with her tied tightly to the back of a horse. Every muscle on her cried out as each step of the horses hooves hit the ground. At daybreak, they came to a dwelling and she was dumped onto the ground in front of a group of Navajo Women. They helped her to her feet and took her into a nearby dwelling. She collapsed into a darkened corner and slept all day.

She was awakened by the sound of the Navajo Man as he entered and appeared before her. He reached down and pulled at her clothing. Her eyes pleaded with him, and then looked towards the other women as they reached and took their blankets and went out into the night. Thinking she had all but shed the last of her tears, more began to flow. It was to be a long night.

This continued for many days and nights until one morning she woke early to see the face of the Navajo Woman crouching near her. Gently holding out her hand she grasped the young Zuni maidens in her own. Then handing her a blanket and a pouch of food, she took her to doorway where she pointed to the rising sun. The young Zuni Maiden reached within herself and gathered all the strength she had and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran through brush, over stones, through water and sand. She reached a high spot and turned to look . No one was following her. No one had found her.

Her large eyes looked out as she searched the terrain wondering where she was. The wind howled around her as she sat to rest and eat what little that she had been given and then laid down under the tree line to sleep. Pulling the blanket around her to keep her warm her body gave a small shudder, snow was beginning to fall. Soon her weary body fell into a deep sleep.

As the cold winds brewed across the lands, the sounds of paws crunching through the fresh fallen snow could be heard. Coming upon the small form of the Maiden, a White Wolf bent towards her and sniffed, its silvery blue eyes glinting in the night. Raising its head it released a howl to be sent out to the winds to its pack. The maiden woke with fear, afraid to move as the White Wolf stood over her.

Soon more wolves arrived dragging the lifeless body of a recent kill and pulling it towards the White Wolf. In turn It reached down and pulled it over to the young Maiden, covering it over her for added warmth. Then with a glance he commanded the pack to lay beside her, gently warming her body in the cold winter night. The wolf then encouraged her to eat form the kill as he nudged its share to her. She ate and her body began to replenish itself.

Soon the morning light shone through the trees, and the day looked brighter. Disheveled, and her body covered in blood, the cold biting into her skin, the Young Maiden began her journey once again to return to her village. At the end of the day, she fell exhausted to the ground. Crying out in pain and frustration as her body hit the earth. Tears once again ran down her cheeks, turning to ice before they could fall any farther. Once again a howl could be heard across the winds and soon the White Wolf returned by her side. It could hardly be seen as it moved towards her, its white fur blending with the snow. Reaching again with its paws and encircling its fur and sharing its warmth with her. Looking towards the moon, letting out a howl to the pack calling to them so they could add their warmth to their young charge. Soon they all slept.

Together they traveled for four more days. At daybreak upon the fifth day, the Wolf nudged to the young Maiden and looked in the direction of a distant village. Her feet ran numb to the pain they held, as she got closer to the tiny village. Next to her keeping pace was the White Wolf. Soon she began to see some people of her village, calling out to them and waving, she yelled her name. They all stood silently watching as she approached. Her joy suddenly turned to fear as she soon saw them lifting their bows towards her and pointing them at the White Wolf that ran by her side.

“No do not shoot this White Wolf! It is my protector and has brought me home!” She stopped standing at the entrance to the village, the White Wolf quickly turned and ran back towards which way they had come. The Wolf had gone. She collapsed at the men’s feet.

They carried her to her family’s lodge and left her on the cold bare floor. They left her there without uttering a word. Lying on the floor next to her was her Mother and Father. She called out to them and they did not respond. The cold Winter’s wind screamed through the walls, swirling a dusting of snow around them all. With that she realized that the winds of life had long since left their bodies. She looked around her and the lodge was bare. She had come home to an empty place of death. She called out and no one answered. She was not a traitor to her people, she had been taken from them. She cried out in pain from a place deep within herself. Yet the people would not speak with her, and left her alone.

With the tender loving hands, she dug into the earth until her fingers were worn and bloody to reach the Yucca Root. So she could make the soap that would lovingly clean her parents and prepare them for burial. She adjusted their clothing and one by one she placed them on the tiny blanket and dragged them through the village to the place of the burial grounds. Once again the people watched, stared and said nothing. No one making an attempt to help her.

Leaving their bodies upon the Cliffs of Death, she sang the death song, chanting for their spirits to be taken to the Grandmother’s and Grandfather’s of the Sacred Directions. Lighting a small sacred fire, she then placed the burial bowls beside them with cornmeal borrowed from others to help in the souls safe journey. She then returned to her lodge. Empty as it was, it was home. Sometimes food was left at the door during the night.

The adults of the village did not speak to her, yet as days passed, the young people of the tribe would come and visit. Asking her to tell the story of the White Wolf. So she went about her simple life each moment, sharing the strength and unconditional love that was shared with her by a wolf with all children that sought her out wanting to learn. Sharing with them stories and encouraging them to relish in their freedom and spirit, and in turn becoming a teacher to them all.

Years passed and with it time brought age, age brought weakness, and soon it was time for her to leave the village and go to the place of death. In her heart she new she would never be taken, that she must take herself. She prepared herself, cleansing herself and putting on her worn leather dress.

She made her way through her door and onto the path that led to the burial site. The people watched as she crawled and pulled her frail self up the hill. Her eyes were filled with strength and dignity. She turned her head sensing something, and her ears heard a loud howling across the lands. She raised her voice and returned the howl. It was a howl of freedom that flowed from her, and as it did she transformed into that of a White Wolf. Gaining strength in her legs her eyes shone in the darkness as she ran across the hills to her freedom.

Today there is still seen a Woman with White flowing hair that stands a top White Woman Canyon even today. Having been seen to change before your eyes into a White Wolf. Helping others to find home, restore faith and find their own personal freedom. Listen to your Spirit form within you, and let it breathe and allow yourself to be who you are meant to be.

“I am Dedicated to Educating and sharing culture with the World. It is not enough merely to teach the ways of our Elders. We must honor those traditions by sharing and educating the World. Inspiring others …Inspiring our Youth. Through the Music… the Arts…the stories…”
Blessings!
~bear Medicinewalker

 

 

 

 

Snow Falling In Silence by

Bernhard Wolfsheart Weilguni music available at http://wolfsheart.eu/en