Isaiah Mpski
01-27-2008, 07:19 AM
Speaking of the Anasazi Willow,I have several shards of pottery from one of their earliest ceremonial and trading place.The Posi Pueblo at Ojo Caliente.I was a friend of sorts of the family who owned it and they let me gather a few lbs.
It was abandoned about 1000 AD,spliting into the Seven Northern New Mexico pueblos.
From mine and Bone's(my Indian Medicine Man from San Juan Pueblo)wanderings I was able to understand what the hieroglypics carved into the outcroppings meant.
Right now,it's colder than a mother in Santa Fe and Taos but it sure brings back the kind of days you mentioned.
Now then Willow I have put alot of thought and prayer into your question about plant verses animal world.
You are right and I am going to raise a couple of more wives and children.Do you know of any virgins or the like who would like to get a steady check?
Must act quickly.
Forked from: Psychiatry and It's all Ok (http://www.breakingopenthehead.com/forum/showpost.php?postid=34765)
Dear Isaiah, after posting I was worried that you might take my criticism of bulldozers as a cirticsm of you. Please don't--in my world everyone is free to worship a god of his own choosing. (hehehe).
This is how i see it though:
Running things that operate on animal sweat (that's you)-- it keeps you from cutting down a tree just because the chainsaw has its needs too. You think twice before cutting down a tree with a stone ax. You have to really want to cut down that tree, and maybe even convince others they also want that tree out of the way.
Isaiah, with my verbal skills and your messiah complex, i think we could entice accolytes to your farm, and force them to pay us big money to teach them how to work their butts off.
I was at the very first Renaissance Faire ever held in Waxahatchie, TX. It was a Saturday in early May in a Central Texas creekbottom in a pecan grove. It was misting lightly, and everything was green and soft. 24 years ago.
Renaissance Faires were young--not jaded yet--the craftspeople were Luddite hippies who really wished they lived back then, and who dreamed of surviving with their skills' help, and, like gay gypsies,of travelling from Faire to Faire. . . .Their crafts were artisan boardering on Art--the kids were not into mass-produced crap. "Renaissance" was a beacon light word that kept them going on. It seems in memory like it was only me and Doublecross and our darling Sadie in attendance that day. Many of the gypsies invited us into their living quarters, which were usually part of the shop, but closed off from the public.
I saw no travel trailers.
The dwellings were beautiful, hand-crafted by the artisans themselves. There was a Hobbit Hole for hand-thrown pots, and a treehouse for silk saris, hand-batiked--magic as a child's dream.
I think we could make a place like that.
It's like the Amish say, slaves make you proud, and Machines make you proud, and civilization demands slaves and/or machines. and this is the secret of the anasazi, i think. their wise men peered into that demonic pit of pure fire, and pulled back.
And if that doesn't work out, we could open an Amish Boot Camp for spoiled teens.
01-21-2008 03:27 PM
It was abandoned about 1000 AD,spliting into the Seven Northern New Mexico pueblos.
From mine and Bone's(my Indian Medicine Man from San Juan Pueblo)wanderings I was able to understand what the hieroglypics carved into the outcroppings meant.
Right now,it's colder than a mother in Santa Fe and Taos but it sure brings back the kind of days you mentioned.
Now then Willow I have put alot of thought and prayer into your question about plant verses animal world.
You are right and I am going to raise a couple of more wives and children.Do you know of any virgins or the like who would like to get a steady check?
Must act quickly.
Forked from: Psychiatry and It's all Ok (http://www.breakingopenthehead.com/forum/showpost.php?postid=34765)
Dear Isaiah, after posting I was worried that you might take my criticism of bulldozers as a cirticsm of you. Please don't--in my world everyone is free to worship a god of his own choosing. (hehehe).
This is how i see it though:
Running things that operate on animal sweat (that's you)-- it keeps you from cutting down a tree just because the chainsaw has its needs too. You think twice before cutting down a tree with a stone ax. You have to really want to cut down that tree, and maybe even convince others they also want that tree out of the way.
Isaiah, with my verbal skills and your messiah complex, i think we could entice accolytes to your farm, and force them to pay us big money to teach them how to work their butts off.
I was at the very first Renaissance Faire ever held in Waxahatchie, TX. It was a Saturday in early May in a Central Texas creekbottom in a pecan grove. It was misting lightly, and everything was green and soft. 24 years ago.
Renaissance Faires were young--not jaded yet--the craftspeople were Luddite hippies who really wished they lived back then, and who dreamed of surviving with their skills' help, and, like gay gypsies,of travelling from Faire to Faire. . . .Their crafts were artisan boardering on Art--the kids were not into mass-produced crap. "Renaissance" was a beacon light word that kept them going on. It seems in memory like it was only me and Doublecross and our darling Sadie in attendance that day. Many of the gypsies invited us into their living quarters, which were usually part of the shop, but closed off from the public.
I saw no travel trailers.
The dwellings were beautiful, hand-crafted by the artisans themselves. There was a Hobbit Hole for hand-thrown pots, and a treehouse for silk saris, hand-batiked--magic as a child's dream.
I think we could make a place like that.
It's like the Amish say, slaves make you proud, and Machines make you proud, and civilization demands slaves and/or machines. and this is the secret of the anasazi, i think. their wise men peered into that demonic pit of pure fire, and pulled back.
And if that doesn't work out, we could open an Amish Boot Camp for spoiled teens.
01-21-2008 03:27 PM