Returning Divinity To This Planet

      One of the first things is being able to recognize it.
      Besides Bruce Lee, from where I sit in the human spectrum, I think Muhammad Ali when I think of inside-out Beauty in motion on this planet. True spiritual teachers who didn't eat their Wheaties. They WERE the Wheaties for all people, proving that true Masters speak in tongues just by getting up in the morning. I hope all my practitioners out there, and those who are currently not, learn from the power he commanded via his inability to act against his conscience and his magnitude to not only stand up and defend his Race but to elect a spiritual path that required that he bear the additional burden of being a religious minority, as well. Acknowledgement to the soul of Cassius Marcellus Clay, Jr., who later became Muhammad Ali. The ring was just a metaphor.

      While up in Shakopee a couple summers ago, I was speaking with a woman who was running a cool apparel tent before the dancing started, and two Native women joined in. She was asking me about my journey, and I mentioned being from Iowa and that Native presence there has always seemed repressed, though I talked about visiting the Mounds with my family, as a little girl. Perhaps it was irony that my hair was probably in braids, and I remember a Tour Guide wanting to hold my hand and bring me up to the front as she led the Tour--at least on one occasion. There was a Native American meeting nearby in Wisconsin, open to the public, in recent years, but I never made it up there. Yet. I said that I liked Minnesota because the tribes seemed more free to be and exist as they should. And the two Native women chimed in that they, too, were from Iowa & just had their pow-wow, with a tinge of hurt and encouragement as they said so. They represented the Meskwaki Nation. I remarked, "Oh" and I knew and no one lets the rest of the state know about these things, especially over in Eastern Iowa. You'd think, where we are, Native Americans no longer exist. They walked away in thought after I said they should definitely let more people know.
      A few days ago, after Memorial Day, I have to say I saw the 1st television ad, ever, about the Meskwaki Nation Pow-Wow in August, and on KWWL (NBC affiliate), right after a special tribute ad to the Meskwaki Code Talkers who served during WWII. I still don't know what's more sorrowful--the irony of their service or the caveman-ness of war, in general, since we're here in 2016 and, where it may apply, you all still don't know how to do the right things, as a matter of everyday business, rather than invade, violate, and tear through the sacredness of Source God in a body, as if the gravity of that choice is anything less.
      I want everyone genuinely more happy again. That is how we will know we are doing much better and are much better, both.