The time is here. The place is here.
There is no other time or place for us. A sacred, beautiful leadership has arisen in our indigenous brothers and sisters. They are listening to the great spirits of our Mother Earth and we join their voice to speak for the land. The blessed lands with all her creatures who provide for us with their very lives, this land which we destroy with most every product we purchase. We must act as a family now. We have all come from this land, this precious Earth and we must speak for her. The power base is rising. We in Seattle have become leaders for the world, as we have been major supporters of the Standing Rock tribe and we were the first to divest from Wells Fargo Bank, an effort which is now spreading nationwide.
There are many, many ways to speak for Mother Earth as we spread our efforts to bring light to the fact that the many other pipelines, oil and natural gas, that are being fought all over the country, that need our love and support. And the KLX pipeline right here in our homes threatens our sacred Salish Sea, the life and spirit of our home.
We are the Protectors. If it is not us, who will it be? We must protect our Mother.
Even the Dalai Lama says that religion and prayer is not enough. We must be active. We must walk our talk. We must show up, be one with each other in body, mind and relationship.
And I speak directly to those that have committed their lives to the shamanic path.
There is no spiritual path in these times without action. Our native brothers and sisters make it easy for us, as when they gather with drums and signs and speakers, Great Spirit is invoke and all you have to do is put your body in that circuit, call in your helping spirits and pray. As we pray we give and we receive as well.
It is with great respect and honor that we are given the opportunity to work and pray with these special people, who know what it is like to have their entire societies, families and cultures ripped to shreds. Yet they rise. We have lost our own roots, our own deep relationship to Mother Land and we must rise with them. We must feel our feet, look to the sky and know our place.
Our place is here, speaking and fighting for the jewel Mother Earth and everything we love about it, be it the human peoples, the tree peoples, the rocks and stone nations, the four-legged or winged creatures. We must come out of our boxes that the over-culture has so craftily place us in, the boxes of single homes, emotional isolation, catatonic television, greed or hedonism. We must find ourselves again and come to life. If they can climb out of generations of direct oppression and genocide, surely we can do it too – and join them.
The time is now.
I hope to meet you there.