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When all the gifts are unwrapped and trashcans are full, when all family and friends leave and the decorations come down to be packed away for another year, how do you feel? When the holidays end and now the long winter stares back with its cold and gray fingers, how do you feel?
The modern world and controlled society set up major holidays for the crash at the end of the high. Much like a sugar rush where you ride the sugar buzz for a short time only to fall hard afterward; this is how the modern world sets up holidays. The media pumps everybody up with promises of peace, happiness, flash and glamour, satisfaction and magic galore! Everywhere you look you see advertisements of such promises.
Traditional holiday gatherings with feasts, gifts, music, singing, dancing, parties where everyone is happy and differences places aside or reconciled are what we see in the media. However, most people’s holidays do not live up to such boasts. Instead they are REAL. TV and movies show us things not real, but glorified and altered from our world of physical reality.
Who is affected by this lie the most? Children who do not yet know better. They get triggered into riding the holiday rush only to collapse afterwards in states of sadness. They do not know why the feel the way they do, only that they are saddened and depressed in a time when they are “supposed” to feel great joy. Of course many adults have no idea how to make them feel better because they themselves are also depressed at the holiday crash and the eminent return to work and “normal” life.
Year after year the cycle continues. Year after year the media feeds the falsehoods of things too great to be practically attainable by most upon this earth. Year after year companies make massive amounts of money from this disgusting hype.
The New Year comes and the next phase of this cycle is the resolutions. People try to face their lives and decided they want to make changes. Some do, but many get a few weeks or maybe months in and their “normal” life and old habits reclaim their New Year’s Resolutions.
Here at Ways Of The Wild Institute we do not hold all the answers, not even close. What do we hold is hope, truth, straightforwardness and practicality- reality. For anyone who wishes to embark on a path of fulfillment and self discovery, Ways Of The Wild Institute might just be the place to visit. Students here do not find flat, impractical skills, but rather vastly dynamic skill sets that can be utilized in any walk of life. Here people come to find themselves through practical skills. Utilizing the wilderness, natural life, basic needs and foundational truth people follow the paths they themselves set into the truth of who they are. Along those paths people awaken to who they are and what they are capable of. The sleepiness of the modern lullaby wears off and the reality of the world becomes clearer.
In the Vermont Mountains we do not set unreachable goals and are not here to get rich of the skills we teach. That is obvious by looking at the very reasonable prices for all our classes and products. You can also see this by the fact that we have no “Institute” land like many large schools. We teach in the actual wilderness areas and on State Land. We care about the students who wander our way. We care about the quality of what we teach and the integrity of our school and purpose in life. There are no pedestals nor media lies here. What you see is what you get. If you truly want hype and glamour you will not find it here. Reality is what you will find here. Reality of yourself. If you are ready to seek deeper and more vastly within yourself, through practical life and useable skills, then here in Vermont might be the place to begin or continue that path and sacred journey.
The hyped up holidays are ending and the New Year approaches. Why not make resolutions that matter and are attainable? 2012 is right around the corner. It is time to start or continue making a difference! It is time to find yourself and all you are, no more hiding, rise and stand before life with a full heart and desire for a higher state of existence! The time is now, wait no longer, life is yours, make it so!
We are here at Ways Of The Wild Institute if and when you are ready for a new angle upon your path of personal sacredness.
Bliss does not come from ignorance. Take a child for instance. A child is ignorant of the ways of the world. Does this protect the child and keep them all in a blissful state of being? Of course not. How many children are kidnapped each year and sold into slavery, beaten, raped, tortured or killed? More than any of us really want to know about. Those children are not living in a state of bliss not understanding what is happening to them and why. They are living quite the opposite experience of bliss.
Ignorance is just ignorance.
Knowledge is power. If you know how to drive you need not rely on another to drive you. If you know how to buy food and cook you need not wait for another to do it for you. If you know how to do anything you need not rely upon another to do it for you. You have the power to do it for yourself. However, if you do not know how to drive, cook, clean, read, write, etc, etc then you are reliant upon another to do it all for you. Is this a state of bliss, this state of ignorance? When you must rely upon another to do things for you then you are at the whim of their state and frame of mind. Perhaps they do not have your best interest in mind. Perhaps they cook for you because you do not know how. Maybe they feed you garbage; maybe they slip poison in your food to slowly kill you. Days and weeks pass and your system fails piece by piece. You do not understand why or what is happening. Is this bliss?
The government does as it pleases because so many do not know what is really going on behind the scenes. Slowly life changes around us from being more open and “free” to heavily controlled and sanctioned. Is this bliss? Allowing others to run our lives because of our ignorance is not bliss. It is an atrocity.
Ignorance is not bliss, it is simply ignorance. Knowledge is power. On that note the Mind Control & Reality course through Ways Of The Wild Institute is fast approaching! December 3-4, 2011 in Woodstock New York we will be holding this highly detailed and comprehensive course to educate people on the true reality of global and personal mind control and programming. This is a course not to miss. To truly heal we must first understand what we need to heal from. To escape a life of slavery we first must see the truth that we are slaves. Mind Control & Programming Reality! If you are interested please contact Lucy at email@example.com
This class is filling up QUICK because it is so popular. Act now to reserve your place!
KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!
Hello Everyone! The follwoing is taken directly from Vinny Eastwoods website:
Vinny’s NUTShell: White Wolf Von Atzingen an expert survivalist and former black ops CIA agent reveals some great philosophy about the human condition and what effect getting back to nature and natural elements has on people. www.waysofthewildinstitute.com
ON THE SHOW THIS WEEK Nov 7-11
The first snow has fallen in the Vermont Mountains; the first of many, many more to come. The leaves in the mountains here at Ways Of The Wild Institute are all fallen giving way to the barren branches and trunks of the many trees who await the long brutal winter.
I remember when I was a child my Teacher would tell me the medicine of snow. He would tell me to truly see the snow, each flake as it fell from the Sky Spirit to Mother Earth. Like magic it fell through the air effortless to land ever so softly upon the ground, the rocks, the trees, the animals and birds and me. I bent low and looked closer at the snow to find each flake looked like a Medicine Wheel. Each different, but everyone was laid out like the sacred Medicine Wheel. I found this truly amazing! I turned to my Teacher and asked what this meant. It took a moment for him to answer because he was lost within the power of the snow.
He spoke soft like the snow itself when he said, “The snow contains the vast patterns of our dreams, hopes, aspirations, emotions and memories. Each individual flake is unique from another, just like us. Each flake is shaped like the Medicine Wheel of life and in that shape there are endless possibilities. The snow is alive just like the fire, earth, air, forests, mountains, prairies and all other forms of existence. It shows us that all the patterns within us are also alive with spirit. But snow is frozen water. It is a reminder that we must continue to move through life in our own unique way so we do not freeze; so all our dreams and hopes, desires and aspirations do not freeze solid and fall. It is the heat of the sun that melts the snow so it can be used to water the world. The heat of our own spirit within us continues to heat the course of our unique movements in life so we do not freeze up; so our personal Medicine Wheel remains free.”
I smiled at the snow as it fell. I could feel its energy swirling around and through me with its own spirit; dancing with mine own. Each flake that fell upon me tantalized all that I was. Each flake seemed to fuel my own inner fires of life and forced me to move just like the snow moved as it swirled and fell from the sky. I began to move with a new understanding; a new realization from the snow of winter.
“If we do not allow our dreams and hopes to live they will freeze like water freezes. We must share our dreams with the world, White Wolf. Let them take form like each snowflake so we can all see them. Let us honor each and everyone like we honor the snow that blankets Mother Earth in the winter.”
And so it was that I learned my first spiritual lesson of snow so many years ago.
In this modern age of the world as we all know it life can be rough to say the least. Struggle, strife and extreme challenges sit around every bend, only to be followed by a moment of ease. Global agendas to enslave the human race by way of possessing the mind certainly do not make the paths any easier.
Within our daily lives we work to figure out who and what we are while having to endure the challenges of our own unique making. Jobs, family, health, finances, thoughts and emotions, life and death, questions upon questions and trials everywhere to complicate our daily paths through life.
The sacred path of self healing is among the most important aspects of everyone’s personal existence. This is why at Ways Of The Wild Institute we dedicate a good half of what we do to teaching people how to approach such a vital part of their lives through what we term the “Medicine Ways”.
However, the one thing that is required in everybody’s sacred path of healing is a solid and highly trustworthy individual or group of individuals we call ‘friends’.
In my personal life my past was not conducive to having and holding friends. Anyone who has read my autobiography, Shadow Scorpion, can grasp the difficulty of someone like myself, existing in the line of work I was in being able to attain true friends. Any friend that I may have had is long gone. I have nobody from my past who I have any contact with anymore. Life had its way of shedding them from my path like leaves in autumn.
Today though, I am very blessed to have a few true, absolutely unconditional friends in my life. Friends like I have never had before. In my view a friend is someone who I can count on at anytime for emotional/mental support. Someone who has no ulterior motive to be my friend, someone who expects nothing in return for being true and genuinely supportive. I see a true friend as being someone who will stand beside me as an equal in a balanced relationship and not expect to be carried, lead or followed.
With where I have been and the path that I have walked I feel genuinely honored to have a few wonderful individuals whom I call Friend.
You know who you are and I honor you from the depth of my being. It is the end of October, the season of dying and death, but in that death we find the truth of life. So in that truth I find myself celebrating life because it is the season of dying.
Take a look in your own lives. Where are your friends? What do you consider a ‘friend’? Are your friendships supported by true balance? Do you show thankfulness every day and night for these blessings we call Friends? Do you feel that you are a true and unconditional friend?
In such challenging times upon the earth our true friends are ever so important. Let them know through your actions in the now. The NOW and our actions are our only true time and power display we have. Use them wisely.
Omens and signs have a tendency to put fear into many people because they do not understand just exactly what they are. When I was about 12 years old I was in a survival camp with Meechgalanne. It was in a part of the forest I had usually tried to avoid until that time. It was dark and very quiet. The air hung heavy and still like that of a cave. Most of the forest floor was covered with heavy vegetation that grew up to a height of seven feet in some areas. It always reminded me of a mix between a swamp and a jungle.
Meechgalanne was sitting very relaxed under a huge sycamore tree somewhere between the physical and the spiritual realms. He spent a lot of time in this state of existence. At such a young age I was likely to believe just about anything I was told and I did not fully understand where exactly he was when he sank into that state of being. He had the ability to look right into your very soul and beyond, which usually scared the heck right out of me.
I was observing a fern and trying to forget exactly where I was. I was very edgy and felt nervous all day and did not really know why. I had heard many ghost and ghoul storied in my 12 years and they were all racing through my head like wildfire. My nerves were wearing thin. I glanced at Meechgalanne and he looked like he was growing right there like an old beech tree. He was so natural looking. I stared in awe as I really looked at him for the first time. He was only a man, but you would have thought you were looking at a spirit when really seeing him. He sat there like a tree with the look of total oneness.
His old face was weathered like the desert dunes. His hair hung from his scalp like the mosses that hung from the trees. His eyes were like black opals that were found deep within the earth. Starring into them was like looking into the universe. The spirit, knowledge and emotion that filled him from within radiated from his every pore like a golden light that could not be seen but just felt. I had seen him many times before but this was the first time I actually saw what he really was. Looking at him that day was like looking at the rapture of life itself. He did not belong in this time period. He was one of the ancients locked into the physical world of all the destruction, greed, hate, fear and technology that society has built. When I was young, I occasionally wondered if Meechgalanne was actually there and what it was like to be in his world.
The scream of a crow echoed throughout the forest as loud as thunder. I snapped back into the realization of where I was. The crow screamed again and it sent shivers up and down my spine. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I could not understand why because I loved crows and ravens. But this particular time stirred something in me that I did not know the origin of. That was when Meechgalanne spoke in his soft, steady, hollow voice. His eyes met mine and stared right into me.
He said, “Some of the old ones believe that the scream of a crow is a message of punishment and revenge coming to those who hear it, the echo of law.”
That was all he said.
I was petrified to say the least. The rest of the day I hoped as hard as I could I did not hear another crow or even see one.
The next day on our way back home a crow called out in a tree above my head. I froze stiff. Goosebumps broke out all over my body and I was scared beyond belief. Meechgalanne felt my fear and turned around to look at me. He started laughing so hard he could not breathe. Now I was really confused.
When he stopped laughing he said, “You see how half truths can be so dangerous. Yesterday I told you of the crow’s call but not all about it. You did not ask any questions and so you never understood the whole concept and now you stand here terrified.”
When he finished his second laughing fit, he continued, “When you see an animal in its physical form it is just living its life. If the animal’s spirit voice or body show itself to you or its physical body shows itself to you at a strange time, that could be an omen.”
“An omen?” I asked.
He said, “Yes, an omen is a message from the spirit realm that you did not ask for consciously. It is sent to you because it is a necessary communication from the spirit realm. If a crow calls in the forest it is just doing what it does. It you are treading wrongly on sacred grounds and a crow flies about trying to get your attention and calls out, it is a warning to you. It is an omen that you are doing something wrong and if you continue things may not go so good for you. If a whole flock of crows flies up around you calling out and you had no idea they were there, it could be an omen telling you to pay attention because something is not right. If you are thinking about someone who is very ill and an owl flies up to you in a strange way and is trying to get your attention it could be an omen that the ill person you were thinking about just died. However, if you walk under a tree and spook up an owl it is just a natural action of life. Do you understand?”
I said, “Yes, I think it makes sense to me.”
Meechgalanne continued by saying, “Then there are the signs. A sign is an answer or a sign that you have asked to receive. If you have asked a question of the spirit realm the answer can be sent back to you in the form of a sign. A sign can only be truly translated by the person it was given to. Someone else could offer suggestions as to its meaning, but only the receiver can really understand. A group can ask for a sign and if they receive one they can all interpret it together.”
I asked him how often I could ask for signs.
He said, “Signs are given to us all the time. Most of them come from our Complete Self. All we have to do is pay attention with awareness to see them. There are the signs we ask for consciously and those we ask for with our subconscious.”
I began to understand the difference between omens and signs but was afraid I would fail to notice them if they were shown to me. If I did notice them, would I be able to understand them? For some time this question weighed heavily on my mind.
to be continued…
Today is the 6th anniversary of something that changed my entire life. It is the anniversary of an event that gave me a chance to find out my own self healing and personal evolution powers and skills. Six years ago this very day a rouge agent of the agency that trained me and that I worked with for 13 years sent a team after myself and family. Their only purpose- to eliminate.
Found in great detail within the pages of my autobiography, Shadow Scorpion can be read this event in all its truth.
On this very day six years ago (yes it was even a Monday) poison entered my bloodstream and traveled deep into my organs, eating the ones it touched until I collapsed on the verge of death. The life I knew was gone like the season that slipped quickly into the brutal winter of the high mountains. I convulsed for what seemed an eternity from bone crushing cold that that replaced the marrow of my foundation. Retching in agonizing pain for hours that turned to days, weeks and months from the poison that slithered through my wasting body. The reality of the world became not but a picture upon the lifeless wall. I was emaciated as my wife and son sat by wondering if I would ever again open my eyes each time they closed.
The agency that stole me from the world, trained me as their own in the shadows of life, sent me to eliminate their enemies and enslaved me to their whim. This day six years ago the one who held me under his cold wing of death for years decided to try killing me.
But I am still around.
I took the pain, the poison, the agony and used it to live! I learned to transform it into power and shed the garbage attached. As I lay in my bed for weeks and months, for the full season of winter, late autumn and early spring I went within, the only place left for me to go. There I found the tools of my past and saw them in the now of my reality. I studied them until I could figure out how to wield them to assist me in my healing. Every moment I was awake and within the realm of the dream I worked them. Slowly I began to heal and regain my strength. Years passed and the results of my work began to finally enter my organs and heal them to the point of being able to enhance my immunity so I was no longer sick all the time. With each new improvement on any aspect of my life I gave myself a higher and more powerful level of determination; a determination that drives me to surpass the wretchedness of the past and make a real change in the now. Just like in the old Norse legend of Fenris, Skoll and Hati; the gods consorted with the Dwarfs who made Gleipnir, the rope that only grew stronger each time it was tested.
I again stand before the world within the strength of my own power, but with humility and the wisdom of knowing what it took to attain my current position. It is the 6th year, the 6th anniversary of the horrid event that first led me on this path to where I stand now. 6 is the number of new beginnings. Today I celebrate just that; my own new beginning and rebirth from the hands of death and those who once enslaved me! Maybe I’ll die tomorrow or in 50 years, but I am satisfied with what I have thus far accomplished and continue to accomplish. That is a peace I carry and nobody can take from me.
And today I teach how to survive and surpass both in the world and within yourself. I teach how to navigate the world of wilderness (wilderness of the wild and of the ‘modern civilized’ world) as well and find out who you personally are and how to reclaim your own freedom- the freedom of your mind and spirit. I teach not only primitive skills but also self healing and the reality of mind-control and programming that the global elite use against every person alive today. I run the only Wilderness school that combines these major topics of today’s reality in a way that everyone can use to better their own lives and that of the world.
Celebrate this 6th anniversary with me. Look in the mirror and ask yourself if you are satisfied with all you have accomplished and could die with an inner peace because of it. If you cannot truthfully answer, yes, then perhaps there is something in your life you need to change, with force if necessary. Your life is about YOU and YOU deserve the best of it! Don’t wait until the slave masters try to end you like they did me to make changes. Do it now.
Because this is the 6th anniversary of my new life I am offering my autobiography from today, October 24th until October 26th for a celebration price of only $15.00!!! That’s right- $15.00 down from $29.95! 15 adds up to the number 6
Thank you all for your continued support!
Wulamallessin (be well and happy)
continued from part 1…
The sixth night I spent in the forest near my quest spot with Meechgalanne. I had nothing to say and neither did he.
On the seventh morning I entered my circle that would be my sanctuary, or prison, for the next four days and nights. I was not sure which it would be. It was going to be hot. I could tell by the way the air hung heavy in the trees. As I sat there I prayed and meditated to clear my mind of all outside thoughts. The day went on and I was getting thirsty. The heat built up in the hole I was in. Luckily, the trees sheltered me from the sun. The air, however, was so humid it made it hard to stay cool. I began to wonder if my choice of spots had been a bad one.
By late afternoon I was so incredibly thirsty. I was too hot to be hungry. I don’t know if that was good or bad. The forest seemed lifeless. Nothing moved or spoke. I was miserable. As night set in, I prayed more and more. I tried to ignore my body and forget where I was. It was very late and I was exhausted. I fought to stay awake, but when I opened my eyes I saw twilight. I was angry for falling asleep and fought very hard not to do it again.
The heat on the second morning was not as bad. However, a huge thunderstorm came rolling overhead and soaked my naked body. The rain and the storm’s energy was stimulating and brought me back to the now. I felt so alive and awake. Hours after the storm had passed, the heat set in and the humidity was as thick as swamp mud. The insects were biting me all over and my thirst was incredible. I found it hard as the day progressed to stay focused. I knew I did not sleep but other than that, it is hard to place time.
On the third day hunger tore at my stomach and the now seemed eternal. Suffering was one with everything.
On the fourth day I opened my eyes and felt like I was born into a new body. I was awake and felt strong. My thirst and hunger had left. My pain was no more. Everything around me was so beautiful and radiant I cried at its sight. I could hear, see and feel everything. All things spoke and life was really alive. I felt so at one with all. This was indeed rapture. Then I new what Meechgalanne felt. I knew at last the world in which he truly lived. A world of peace, understanding, union, wholeness. A world of all knowing, all feeling and the highest senses. A world of true oneness and rapture always connected within and without. The need for nothing but the now, with the oneness of forever. The rest of that day and night I stayed within this natural state of being. No words can explain the feeling and experience of that day and night. I was alive!
I returned to Meechgalanne’s camp the next morning to find him sitting by a dwindling fire. He looked at me and smiled. He said, “Wapsu Wiechcheu, I welcome you into the realm of my existence.”
That night we held a ceremony to thank the spirits and all of my brothers and sisters of the natural world for the success of my quest. Meechgalanne said a vision can only come once you truly understand yourself and all life. He said now that I did understand, I could search for deeper understanding and vision. He told me a vision quest should be done when the need arises. This may be once a year or many times a year. The vision and act to seek it are sacred pathways to be respected and honored deeply within.
There are many kinds of Quests. In today’s day in the modern world and lifestyles most people cannot embark upon such a long Quest without practice. The body must be strong to sustain itself during such a trial. However, here at Ways Of The Wild Institute we offer what we call Night of Solitude. This is a mini Quest that we offer so people who are interested can come to the wilderness of Vermont and embark upon their own sacred Quest in the night. If you are interested in such a Quest experience you may wish to check it out. The last two for this year are coming up fast so check them out! Night of Solitude, are you ready?
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