Whitebear's
Spiritual Hideaway
Greetings my friends and family.
Allow me to introduce myself.....I am Richard Whitebear. My
people, our people, as legend tells, once gave of themselves for
the betterment and sustenance of the ancient ones. We have
hidden ourselves yet walked along side you all through history, we
have revealed our true nature to but a few.
The time has now come for all to hear the words of those that have
gone before us. I am but one humble carrier of the medicine from
one world to another, just as my fathers have been, I am here to
serve.
I am but one voice in the words you read today, but if you listen
carefully you will hear the voices of all our peoples as if they were
the winds. They are crying out for us to hear that we are all spirits,
on varying human journeys, and if we walk this trail of life, with
hatred, we'll never see who we CAN be, and we'll never be able to
give this life our best shot... The truth is, the word is love and the
word is good, It lives within each of our hearts today. Hear us, pay
heed, for the welfare of our children is in all our hands.
We have been traveling this world for to many years to count. Many
faces of life have we seen. We have seen the great kindness's and
things that just make you go WOW. Yet, we have also seen
brothers kill brothers, children kill children, and our hearts have
been saddened by these things we have forgotten to teach our
families. Many have forgotten that we are but passing from one
reality to another, and that the good we seem to be doing for
ourselves, will be lost with us when we die to this life. Only the
good things we do for another will live on when this body is dead
and gone, and we are but dust and memories in our
grandchildren's hearts.
We have seen many great and wondrous things in our journeys, so
do not be disheartened and think that all is lost and gone beyond
your control. Stand up ! Be seen for the Love you are, and not the
face of another’s misery. Do not be afraid to be counted as one of
the Creators Warriors for Peace. Many men, women and children
have joyfully given their all, their very life’s breathe if required, to
make this opportunity yours.
I beg you all, do not give up on yourself or think yourself to small to
make a difference. The power within each of you is greater than
any power you know today. One voice, One prayer, One song, is all
we have to give on this life's journey, Let it be "The voice of
Love, the prayer for Peace, and the song of Life"
Now, the prophecies of old are being seen and felt each day within
each heart, And it does not matter whether you are Native or
Anglo, African or European, Indigenous or an Immigrant to your
land, you are all of the single breath of life... It doesn't even matter
how you worship. You could be Christian or Jewish, Muslim or
Buddhist, Taoist or Sun Dancer...Our Creator gave us all the
freedom to worship as we understand.
Be proud of who you are, and ever tolerant of who your brother is.
When your God, the Creator of your life, calls you to its side, will
you be ready to give up the life you know, for the glory and wonder
of true understanding and Love?.. If you have hated another
because they were not of your color, or heritage, or religion, will
you have fulfilled the creators design for your life?.. And please my
friends, do not judge another’s life or heart, it only serves to make
you less powerful against our only true enemy, the darkness.
With Love and a prayer for Peace in your life I bring you this
message of hope.
Sing loud ! Dance long ! Live life !
Whitebear
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One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson
about a battle that goes on inside all people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two
wolves which live inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow,
regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt,
resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride,
superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope,
serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence,
empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and
faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and
then asked his grandfather:
"Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied,
"The one you feed."
about a battle that goes on inside all people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two
wolves which live inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow,
regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt,
resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride,
superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope,
serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence,
empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and
faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and
then asked his grandfather:
"Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied,
"The one you feed."
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1962 - 1991)
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged;
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1962 - 1991)
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars...the house...the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged;
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for
what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for
what he is. "
~Francis Bacon
what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for
what he is. "
~Francis Bacon
If you leave any book, of any religion,
outside, eventually the wind and the rain
will destroy it. My book, my religion, IS
the wind and the rain.
outside, eventually the wind and the rain
will destroy it. My book, my religion, IS
the wind and the rain.