World Bindings

worldbindings the world expression of starseede

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FolkTales...........

 

Ours....

Ours....

On folktale page we share a little of our own standard storytales known as a folktale.......

contents...

Child of the Wind...excerpt



Old Tribal Fables...
excerpts (not onto the web yet..I have to find it again)


The Legend of Easter and where it came from

To come...

The Story of Summer

The Tale of Autumn

The Winter Season

 

The Great American Second Hidden Depression (and what caused it) and a Wish for Thanksgiving.

Child of the Wind ...Book I

child of the wind

She carried the creatures of the earth with her on her journey, the feathers and quills they had given her...the gift stones the ocean had washed up at her feet...the metal the rocks had given her...all so the carrying would be easier. She carried them with her for they could not join her but their love went with her the only way it could.............


Break break break to the Dawn

Darkness Peace

You have broken me
like the night breaks to the dawn
only because it can no longer go on
the way it is
but must welcome into itself
a new existence
it cannot create alone

But the dawn cannot go on forever
at the fullness of its time
must bow once more to the night's rest
finding itself renewed
within the peace of darkness

Lone Warrior

I walked alone forever it seemed
on a long and winding path
lone warrior of the universe
my friends the earth and sky
the wind carried me at a distance
whispering sweetness in my eager ears
then lifted me
stood me high on a mountain
where heaven reached down its fist
to open wide and scatter
glorious showers of sun rays
about my breathless body
Hail, I shouted raising my fist
in greeting to that great Heavenly hand
Hail to Heaven and the glory of the Earth.
Mother of Humankind
then came the wind once more
roaring like 10,000 tigers
10,000,000 dragons
Child, child, child of the wind
Yes, I was.
It carried me in its arms again it roared - child -
it screamed and silenced
and from within I heard its voice
a never-ending circle sound that spoke
inside my soul for ever more
From my siring you arose
I entered deep inside the earth
to plant my seed
within your mother's heart
sister are you to the seas
your brothers are the mountains straight and tall
fire will be your friend
the rain upon your face, the tears of God
great trees in mighty forests
will sing hushed whispering lullabies
through their rustling leaves
to lull you into sleep
Strong fronds of grassy green
a bed for you will twine
and lover be the moon.
Child, again it roared
Child of the Wind
and in its roar enveloped me in one
last embrace
to carry me and set me back upon my path.
Then for many a day
I spent times wandering with my brothers
and sisters
My friends were dreams
My love the moon.
Suddenly God cried upon my face
and I was alone.
God cried, I was alone.
For many days I wandered
across the rocks and hard places
the road had turned to mud
the way was steep
I slipped and climbed
slipped and climbed
mud-covered torn and bleeding
I slipped and climbed
God no longer cried on my face
was there no God then
was there no God
mud-covered torn and bleeding
I climbed
Now the road was dry, dry and dusty
my feet kicked the dust in clouds
that singed my nostrils
and parched my tired throat.
Great thorned bushes
set into my flesh with twigs
and cruel barbs
tearing pieces.
Monsters of many arms grabbed at my feet
and legs
great slimy manacles to hold me back
the reek and stench of vomit
and unspeakable acts
filled the air with a yellow-green aura
it brought my body to its knees,
poor tortured body.
I reached for my sword
no longer there
and struggled to go on
God's tears on my face
my muddy face
they dripped down in brown sand rivulets
mixing blood red with my tortured flesh
to join my own and wash clean the earth.
Mother, I cried can you not lift me now
to a path where I can find once more
my brothers and sisters
my friend fire,
and the tears of God upon my face are tears
of joy.
Mother, help me.
My lover looked down at me
a pale distant orb, wistful in its ethereal loveliness.,
then hid its sorrow in the night.
Darkness became the path
I stumbled blindly
falling over great chasms
wrenched in the road by
thundering hordes of crazed demons
gnashing teeth, flailing swords
eyes blood red and green fire
crushing killing the earth
sores spilling onto her crust
where she danced and writhed
in agonies unbearable
to loose the chains of disease and curse.
My friend fire, chained inside their bosoms
burned my sister forests
lamenting and crying its fate
destroyed my mountain brothers
help me it cried to me
set me free from this place of evil
But I fell into the chasm
I die, I cried, I die
The sea came and carried me.
Sister, it sighed, I will keep you safe,
sister.
I floated for many days on my sister's back
Embracing me she stroked my hair
and kissed my cheek
I played with dolphins and porpoise
I watched and laughed
while rainbows of fish swam by
dancing pretty stories for me
Great treasures of shells she gave to me
and stones of milky hue
some with color of wild pink roses
from my sister forest
and then one day
she placed me on her shore
with many kisses left my feet
I heard her whispered roar
Sister mine came you here
in virtue and in love
the tears of God upon your face
are guidance from above
Go on your path, fear not the way
the signs once more divine
for earth you heal, the path is clear
our kin you now will find.
And with great sighs she whispered love
and bade me leave upon my way
So with tears and murmurings
I slowly trod the path she laid before me
turning ever so often to look at her
once more in all her shining beauty
Her lovely curls of white moving in the wind
Hearing her song as the wind blew against
her rock walls
Her body moved across the shore
in a dance of sensuous constancy
an unbroken promise of faithful devotion.

(excerpt)



Old Tribal Fables

Story

#1 The Whites

#2 The Treatment of Criminals

#3 Death and Rebirth

#4 Group Superiority and the Ego of Man

#5 Woman the Founder

#6 Man the Portent

#7 Words and Tools

#8 The Fable and the Hand of the Master

#9 Votes

# 10 The Despication or Usury of Religion

#11 The Supposed Rule of the Golden Mind..if you don't want it done to you..don't do it to someone else..but if it's correct apply to an authority office who investigates and don't waste its time cause it could be u.

The Legend of Easter and where it came from...

Long ago when the world may have been innocent, people believed in gods and goddesses or Gods and Goddesses.
For some reason they associated certain animals or parts of nature or life with the various gods and goddesses.
At the dawning of awareness much before man had learned to count time and mark it or even speak of it as important except in relationship to the dark and light of day and night, Easter was born in the name of a Goddess and eventually spelled many different ways such as Easter Eastra Eastre Ouestra Oestre Oester. Later the name Esther appeared.
As well as those words meaning east and west they also signified the general time of spring in both the east and the west whenever springtime is according to your position north and south of the equator.

The Goddess Oestre probably had a day of celebration of her own, a significator of her own and a time for all to notate her great importance to everything and that was probably somewhere around the beginning of spring.
Since most records before books were made were passed on by word of mouth then we do not know for certain but her special day may have been the welcoming just ahead of spring or the actual day spring arrived.
To this lovely Goddess, the stories say, the wild hare was sacred and that may have something to do with the part the ancient people knew the hare lived within the important balance of nature which obviously included them.
It is very possible that later religions tried to accomodate themselves into the celebrative day of honor to her .. trying to capitalize on what was already well known then gradually diminishing the original meaning and filling it with their own.
It is also possible that the ancient primitive peoples may have practised bloody rites using the hare as an attempt upon the power of the Goddess or upon the people who believed in Her or the religion or belief may not have been innocent at all or had deteriorated and become fouled up by wrong participation either thru mankind's perverse acts or undermining by enemies of the religion to destroy it whether it was innocent or not.
This may also explain the bloody references in the religions that took over and the symbolic substitutions that are claimed to be innocent but may or may not be that still keep a wrong psychological value in the mind of the human.
We like to believe that the ancient belief of the Goddess Oestre (Esther Esthre Estre) was once innocent or there were innocent believers who brought innocence to the frame of belief and in that atmosphere we like to honor the Lovely Goddess Ouestra on or near the modern day called Easter or near Her coming of Spring and the particular type of beauty that belongs to the springtime of the year in the inherent nature of the earth planet.

The Beautiful Goddess may also have been known or recognized widely across the Earth as is springtime and all seasons as the spelling of her name shows the differentiation of both east and west as in Oestre (pronounced Westre) Estre/Eastre Eastra and so forth..she was probably the precursor to Ishtar Isis (and this may be where the further separations and diversity began as primitive man may have felt or believed that the Seasons were the ownership of the Great Spirit or God or Goddess of that time and all Elements within also) and was a Great Goddess to primitive mankind one before all others and possibly before or at the time of the Mother Goddess who may actually have been Summer fru-iting ..but then again that is another story and all these are only possibilities shown to me by man's journey thru time and his history he recorded of himself..

And so..

Blessings and Honor to the innocence of the Lovely Goddess Oestre (Eastre, Easter) and Her animal symbol the wild hare..and the sacred time of springtime

To come....

The Story of Summer

 

The Tale of Autumn

 

The Winter Season

The Great American Second Depression.........

Sept 19, 2009....

The Great American Second Depression (and what caused it) and a Wish for Thanksgiving.

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*sitting here this morning

no future in my life

caused by the greed of long-standing government policies

a sorry plight...........

for the people.........

 

beset upon by flighty rich and

advertisements

as tho money

grows on trees

instead of what should be.........

...in the hands of those

who work hard

to earn it

one legit way

or another

the rise gradually of government

into you cannot

and you cannot

and you will not

unless the lowest price

is this high price

and the solving of problems

thru financial slop-happy

winnings that never win.

...land in foreign lands owned by wrong people

holding the homeland

paralysed and helpless

...where did intelligent government go

where did the government

for the people

helping life

go?

where did the masses of the poor man's

government go?

why did unions arise?

are some people untrustworthy

unfair even cruel

are some greedy

unfair and manipulative

bossy troublemaking and

even criminal?

that takes a fair amount

of unintelligence

to get that far

and a fair amount of

unintelligence

to help get it there

so hopefully the world is

made up of more intelligence

than that...........

freedom is independence

protection is intelligent action

unions are an unintelligent answer

to a human problem

and they expect everyone else to support them thru the economic system means

which means that we all suffer and they expect us to carry them

....there are group protections

that are much more intelligent

than something that requires

an equation with strength

that means bullying

...if america were real

independence would be

a main virtue

and every person would admire

it in its own form

in their life

until this happens

america and its proposed virtues

will not be real

america and a feigned freedom

or a fiend freedom

will be real

and cow dung will not be

a gift to important politicians

cow dung will be in its right place

a correct state of fertilizer for growing beautiful plants food and flowers

and stay in its correct place

instead of the so-called

'creative mind' of some manipulative creep

a friend of all nations

including our enemy(ies)

oh yes we do unrealist

we do have enemies

the ayatollah is an enemy

of everyone who does not agree with him

don't lie

it is extremely important to

be able to recognize your enemy

unless it conveniences you for everyone else to be dead

except you

and then believe me

in a tyrannical situation

you will soon be dead also

whoever you are

tyrants are like that

they have no loyalty

....and now back to cow dung...

when you burn it

certain 'things' get up into your nose and your brain

and other parts of your system

and they glue there according to the constitution

of the product

as much as i would like to agree

and say it is holy

it is only in complete wholeness

of its used self when processed properly

and in the ground as fertilizer

...people who offer it as a dung patty to others

as tho a compliment

will be shunned

and put in jail

and america will shine once more

in freedom with apple pies

(but not the rest of that old quack misleading junk)

and pumpkin pies

and cob on the corns

and sweetie potatoes

with piles of vegetables

and the great american steak (stake)

and hamburgers, hot dogs and ice cream

yum yum for milkshakes

great gasps for great smelling pizza

and a homey old america

where one can (hopefully it is coming)

live inexpensively

(especially in the countryside where i want to live)

and have an inexpensive home

(not a house - a home)

which lasts forever

(at least it feels like it)

(and it's yours cause you bought it)

and an inexpensive life

in the sticks (the countryside)

where the developers cannot be found

and government riff-raff

(not the worthwhile government for the country and the people)

with only expensive

slick and sleazy cars

and clothes and minds

stay away

and real people in position

with real minds and situations

run the town by-laws

as per individual town method

for individual town

w/out an eye to

'making everyone rich

by developing it and attracting tourists

and rich residents

some people just want an affordable home

without any wrong phrasial documentation

that hides wrong words and

wrong legal signings

so that each month

the house payment gets bigger

and that was some hody-jody

hiding the lie in a one-word

term that means

raise the morgage payment

20.00 a month and noone will know

until it's too late

except the victim

who trustingly signs it....

rules like this all hidden

are what has destroyed

and will continue to destroy

decimate and powder

america until there is nothing but

desert left

desert for dessert anyone?

I'd rather have the inexpensive home in the country

with apple pie and pumpkin

homey food

and my dog

barking when I come home

cause he's glad to see me...

and the cat curled up

in the windowsill

cause she's secure.....

and the candle (artificial)

in the window

flickering a warm welcome home.........

 

 

 

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