Walk anothers path

Walk anothers path
Learn to dance a new dance

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Lakota. Don't just insist on your vision...

More Lakota Teachings
Medicine Wheel Teachings
Sept. 2002
Brooke Makai Noel/Lynn Lati
Our Heart
Your ability to give is a gift from the divine.
Once you realize how much life is pouring out of you.
You can not but help yourself and pass it on.. your gift....
Let go... stop holding on to anything.

This opens you to sharing yourself more fully.
That which you give in truth of heart will come back to you
increasing your spiritual wealth, health and well being.

A Vid I did. " Take Off Your Mask" A Brooke Story.

Our Insight
A light goes on and your visions of life are becoming clearer.
You are more aware, open and honest and able to speak from your heart.
On a personal level you are now able to clear up and let go of unimportant matters
and can now share your insights more openly and with more love.
Now... clear ideas and suggestions will now and are now coming to you and will
create movement in the right direction.

Dare to look through the eyes of another ( a child ) Don't just insist on your vision...
See through all eyes. It does not matter when or who suggests the best idea..
What matters is that "it" is resolved in the best way for "all."

Lakota Wisdom Part 1

Lakota Wisdom
Medicine Wheel Teachings
Brooke Makai Noel- Lynn/Lati
What We learned from The Lokota.
Thank you Lokota People for this teaching.
What I Know...
If you try (and with my help)
you can put your powers in a positive direction
and understand them better than ever.
First drop all of your negative energy towards your
present short coming's. Wild horses will drag you away
unless you tame them with love.

Shared Truth...
A reality check is needed!
This is no time to find something new. Let the old
structures fall away.
Don't build new ones ! Be aware of your insides, so as not
to shunt your growth. Surrender and relax your grip in
things or your insides will stay closed.
This will reveal the deeper meaning in our lives.

My Heart...
To find your truth and get back on track...stop playing games
of self deception. Whatever you refuse to acknowledge inside
you becomes an undeniable bad force. Take responsibility for
the situation you have helped to create...
Then and only then will a solution emerge.

Time to Heal

Brooke Makai Noel

Moss, creeping up through time
Covering, growing over the past
So it's hidden when the moon's light is cast.

Seeds, thrown over the forgotten
The branches help too, after
they are rotten.

Grow little flowers help heal that which has been done,
So once more this graveyard will see the sun.

Love is always more important than Greed.

Love Is Always More Important Than Greed
June 15, 1997
Brooke Makai Noel

We are working for what we've got
not just working for what we want

We've got everything that we need
so why should we work for only greed?

Love is important, friendship too
Put them together and they'll stick like glue

I love the sea , the moon too
but most of all I love you

I've got every thing that I need
there's no room in my heart left over for greed.
Poems are apart of love, love is apart of Brooke.

--- If a child know's this why do the rest of us struggle in love?

The Gift My Daughter Gave to me. The Freedom to Fly

Happy Birthday Spirit Song (To Dad)
Brooke Makai Noel
The Raven drums proud on the paper moon
and the Wolf cries out her song
for on this day a spirit was made
and he goes by many a name... listen
"I am all... I am one!
I will share my native pride.
Hear my song!... See my face!
There is knowledge in my stride."
To one a son... to me a dad
and friends to all creation.
With wooden canoes
and moccasin shoes
a natural born skier
The words they beat
and the fingers they strum
It's never a boring time
he yearns to fly from sky to sky
So I praise him with this song.

Love Brooke

In both worlds.. We live. Yes Brooke there is someone like you...Like me

In Both Worlds
November 1,2000
Brooke Makai Noel

Drip, drip, drip
Hard, firm boulder
Drip, drip, drip
Broken bits of rock
Tick Tock Tick
Sound on my shoulder
Also in my shoes and socks

Whir, whir, whir
Also in my shoes and socks
Sound on my shoulder
Tick, tock, tick
Broken bits of rock
Drip, drip, drip
Hard, firm, boulder
Drip, drip, drip
How will the future be?
Hmm Mmm Hmm
Will there be someone like me?

Define Love.

July of 2001
Brooke Makai Noel
Define To Me Love

Love is blinding
Love is as clear as black and white
Love is the future
Love is the past
Love is magic
Love is chemistry
Love is a man
Love is a women
Love is alive
Love is dead
Love is what you have
Love is what you don't have
Love is a happy ending
Love is a tearful break-up
Love is forever
Love is never
Love is light
Love is dark
Love is you
Love is me
Love can be anything or nothing
But it will always be

The Poetry Class. Words from a Mystic Child

The Poetry Class
July of 2001
Brooke Makai Noel

Yesterday, I went to a poetry reading with my dad. It was good.
Not many people showed. But it was fun, I mean it wasn't bad
and I had a good time.

We read, did some activities, and near the end of the class the
teacher talked about her own poetry. It wasn't what she said,
but what she thought, when people talk they open a small half
inch scar that acts as an opening into one's thoughts. Only
certain people can see through them though, this is because
only certain people look close enough.

I am one of those people, I stared into the portal, and was
instantly hit. I was caught off guard by the wave of
thunderous thought, and fell in face first.

Once inside I almost drowned in the deepness. Once I found
something familiar I could hold on to, I read her mind. I was
surprised at first, but it did not last long. I found that we
thought the same when we were in what I liked to call a
writers mood.

Her perception was familiar, I laughed as I recognized the
frustration in her head as she tried to deal with the thousands
of ideas that came in her mind, although she knew she would
use only one of them.

I swam into her icy pool of thoughts, I dove through robes of
silken ideas, and basked in visual mind scenes of summer
skies. I felt the free fall feeling her physical thoughts
brought. In my own mind I concluded that thoughts could be
felt, touched, tasted, seen, and heard.

Which is why people are easily confused with reality
after they awake from a dream, or have been thinking freely
for a long period of time. After all, dreams are only very
concentrated thought, that include all senses.

That is what I reasoned as I tip-toed carefully on a flickering
image that was about to be forgotten. The intensity of her
thought confused me with reality very much.

I had never smelled, heard, tasted, seen, or felt anything this
sharp. It was beyond what reality felt like, it was so far ahead
of anything I had experienced I had great trouble estimating
how far ahead of my experiences it was, because I could not
even see it's place as I stood in my experiences that had taken
place from before I could remember to about ten minuets

Then all of a sudden I was forced into such speed that the air
I was half way through breathing was ripped out of my lunges.
I was too surprised to take another breath on that unexpected ride.

The new abilities I needed to clearly see her thoughts I'm not
sure how to explain. In the least I could see each and every
pebble on pluto. I could smell the dust on Jupiter. I could
feel a fan blowing on the other side of the world. I could
heard snow fall in a crazy party with 450 people crammed
into a one story house.

The burst of this new ability left me so overwhelmed I was
knocked to the hard line of forgotten, blank space. It was
hard, and I fell hard. When I awoke I was no longer in her
mind, but in the story room in which we where having the
poetry reading.

I wondered if I entered her mind, or stayed in my own. But
the intensity was not something I think anyone would
imagine, even I could not reanimate it in my own mind. I
started out the door, confused with what had happened only a
minute ago.

I began to have an argument with myself in my own mind. I
thought I was just imagining what had happened, but I knew
I could not take use of my senses that intense anywhere, at

I could not explain any of what just happened, it did not scare me though.
I was not a scientist, and things I could not explain I wondered about it a lot,
but left it alone. Even though it was hard to do, I knew I had to
leave this alone... for now!

Introductory Quotes to David Bohm's Holographic Universe


It is proposed that the widespread and pervasive distinctions between people (race, nation, family, profession, etc., etc.) which are now preventing mankind from working together for the common good, and indeed, even for survival, have one of the key factors of their origin in a kind of thought that treats things as inherently divided, disconnected, and "broken up" into yet smaller constituent parts. Each part is considered to be essentially independent and self-existent. (David Bohm, Wholeness and the Implicate Order)

The Matrix. Not the one your thinking about. Or is iT?

See my posts below on " What the "Bleep" do we know......?
The Real Title is . What the F--K do we know. Not much and when we are presented with knowledge... Fearful knowledge. What is our response. Denial

One defination of Denial.
Denial is a defense mechanism in which a person is faced with a fact that is too painful to accept and rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true despite what may be overwhelming evidence. The subject may deny the reality of the unpleasant fact altogether (simple denial), admit the fact but deny its seriousness (minimisation) or admit both the fact and seriousness but deny responsibility (transference). The concept of denial is particularly important to the study of addiction.....

What are we addicted to. Seek help. Seek your true nature and discover your truth. Then and only then can you be free.

IF you'll open yor mind... really open it... then perhaps you can press on to Parts 2 and 3 of the Matrix. I'm going back to a place I know that place is LOVE and oneness... It's all I really know to be REAL.

Why Are Americans So Angry?

Angry Americans

(Note* this vid was edited by someone. Still the message is good info. Shoemone show me the WHOLE CONVERSATION) Still angry!

Americans..... Speak up. Why are you (we) so angry. Don't get mad, angry... get informed, Get motivated. Show the world we wre not sheep blindly following our politicians.... Can our vote change the tide?