Manataka American Indian Council













Earth Keeper

 By Carol Perez Petersen, Manataka Correspondent



For the women and their families of all races and customs of traditions, I am in prayer for you and the Earth.  The collective consciousness of women is having an effect on the weather.  I was born of the Earth; through the red, black, white, and yellow races, through lineages of customs, ritual celebrations in homage to Mother Nature.  I recognized then remembered - I am my body's spirit tenderness. I was in a cocoon struggling for autonomy; listening and watching through the lens of my being, a soul of humanity. A butterfly is emerging through the chrysalis of Mother Earth.


Wisdom is fragile, like the wings of a butterfly. Humanity is vulnerable to the wings of spirituality.  We are leaning on a breeze, of wise words of elders, yet seemingly, we are still unable to fly. To ride its bounty one must become transparent like a light on the waves of inspiration. Wisdom is a living symphony of synchronicity; comes the signs and symbols, bird songs and tornados. Be attentive and receive them through the senses of your being. I am abandoned to the soul of the earth.  She is a feminine atmosphere, contracting and expanding through women and men alike.  


I am an Earth Keeper, a peacemaker, a Blue Monarch under no man’s dominion.  I feel just like you do; I feel misery and anger justified by madness, and sticky threads of it has taken hostage of our children’s future. I am not of the race of men, yet my being is among them. Their contempt’s are to dominate and betray women of spirit and in doing so the soul of humanity.


The staff of mythos is warring with the oracle of prophesy. Broken hearts are the fuel of global warming. The soul of Earth Mother is weeping profusely. I stood in a medicine wheel and the breath of Earth Mother spoke to me.  She said, “Clean me up”. I am in bondage tied by a matrix of festering thoughts like garbage.  I said, “How can I tell the people we must get down on our knees; there is no greater sacrifice than to restore to the order of humility”.  No good ever came from concealing beauty.


The word Oneness is used to describe a New Age virtual religion, designed by the parent puppet master of a One World Order.  Oneness is generic and void of gender. Oneness corporations are erecting phallic temples and condominiums. People who work for oneness deny the womb and are herding the lost tribes and transporting rainforest elders from the jungle and highlands to be initiated and empowered. The butterfly catchers are going to pin the butterfly souls to colonial thinking.  


Spirituality has become a market place. Social injustices are rising and the leaders of religions and spiritual causes tie their disparity to others like bright red flags.  The temptation to join is overwhelming.   I think there is love but wait, look and see what is waving in the wind. The blood of my ancestors has saved me.  I cannot get close to the plague called holier than ego.  I have seen sin. I do not want to see sin.  I believe my days of being naïve are over. The crux of the matter is "For fools rush in where angels fear to tread".


While American Indian Red Skins sit in jail and their daughters are sniffing glue, the blonde-haired person with the PhD carries the peace pipe of Sitting Bull.  Medicine bundle has been bought and passed with a condition. Mixing cultural traditions with New Age configurations is mixing oily sweat with perfume. When I am in the thick of passion, I do not feel like cuddling my readers. I do not care if they think or feel I am angry.  For God sake the American Native Indian has had more tape over their mouths while living in reservation camps, waiting for what?  Native American treaty rights are being violated while the treasures found in indigenous wisdom are unacknowledged in the dominate new age psychology which profits by them


Spirituality arises within the purity of an unconditioned Mother Nature.  There is a sacred marriage within the unconditioned being of a human and the unconditioned soul of the earth. Weather scientists are unable to know where or when a tornado will touch down just like a woman does not know when she is going to cry.  Yet the Earth is feeling the pressure from the sky, while women are picking up the pieces of the broken bones of homes and family members. Let no man tell you, you are here to save a planet with out him first understanding you belong to the Womb.


Truth has made me in the image of transparency; she understands it takes a new clear coherence to illuminate a Planet. When there is integrity with an Earth Keeper, you break the cocoon of an Earth Mother. There is a butterfly emerging on Turtle Island, the effect of her wings are stirring up transformation. The contractions I am suffering are giving birth to the expansion of more loving. 


On April 13, 2008, I wrote to the President of Chile. I was prompted by an inexplicable sense to offer my services. I said, “I am a mystic and a knower of earth energies.” Ten days later, there was an earthquake in Southern Chile. A sequence of coincidences beckoned me to send a second letter to Chile when an archeological discovering in the wetlands of Southern California unearthed stones linking an ancient time with markings to their country.  I had a vision the stones were magical and held an energetic matrix keeping our mutual continents with tectonic integrity.


I wrote to President Michelle Bachelet, the artifacts are going into a box to be archived.  I felt helpless yet if I wrote to their country perhaps a specialist team should acquire these stones from Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa of Los Angles, California.  My efforts were not considered substantial.  I received two letters indicating only in receipt of. I had hoped someone would be listening on the other end to the same spirit voices I have become accustomed.  It was as if the friendly spirits were pushing me to create a branch within a foreign government that would listen to the voices of those on the other side to help with natural disasters. Much like a medium who works in the personal realm, I was nudged by possibilities and improbabilities in the joining of the cultures of spiritual physics with geo-physics.


There had been another piece of the story coming to life from the past. I had a dream last year about a man named Munos.  I called Mom; do we have any relatives with that name?  She said, “No.”  I saw the family of Munos walking down the driveway to my childhood home. Much later, I learned Heraldo Munos is the permanent ambassador from Chile to the United Nations. I heard him speak on television’s Democracy Now. On May 2, 2008, the Chaitan Volcano blew.  I called to speak with Ambassador Munos, to tell him, I understand the impossible. I spoke in length to his secretary. I said, “I am following the voice of my ancestors”.  The earth is in much stress causing people to experience the invisible.


I had a feeling a sacrifice was made. The souls of the purest have not lived in vain. The ancestral spirits said, “The Chilean Volcano Chaitan erupted instead of the Yellowstone Volcano.” They are both calderas capable of wiping off footprints.  Beautiful coastal towns of Chile were buried in ash as an appeasement to the mystery. The Butterfly effect has unleashed la Nina’s fury igniting a ring of fire and typhoons, hurricanes and tornados; splitting glaciers and earth, spewing lava all the way to Mars and the Moon. The people of Earth Mother, tis of thee, sweet lands of sovereignty have a destiny.


I am singing.  Hear me drumming.  I honor all the ancestors of my lineage and yours.  Women are emerging from the shattered chrysalis. Come hold my hand and form a circle make it a double figure eight.  Come and cut loose of your shoes.  I can see your hair flying. I see children laughing and men smiling. The drums are singing and hearts are mending.  The ceremony we are celebrating is family, loving one another and making amends. Those who have the ability to receive have the most to give. You will save a war torn Earth Mother if you donate your self and say I am a war torn woman and a war torn man.  There is a butterfly migration; the souls of the departed are flying in the winds of a peace that transcends understanding. Those who have offered sons and daughters to Earth Mother have gained true colors and when the pain of suffering ceases to exist, pain will evaporate into a rainbow mist through the mountain gates of Annapurna to Illimani.


In Lakesh


Carol Perez Petersen, Blue Monarch

Rainbow Medicine Blanket Deer Nation 

© Reprint with integrity in entirety 2008   


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