Evan's Earth Walk

An Author's Journal--Evan Pritchard's open letter to his friends and fans concerning his writings, poetry, music, ideas, conversations, and adventures on the edge of the Native American experience.

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I am interested in everyone and everything, and how it all fits together...which used to be normal, now they call me a Renaissance Man. I am the author of Native New Yorkers, and No Word For Time, (both coming into revised paperback in September nationwide) also Native American Stories of the Sacred, Wholehearted Thinking, and many others. To learn more about my non-baseball research log onto www.algonquinculture.org. One of my other blogs is http:/resonancemagazine.blogspot.com; another is http:/peopleofmanitou.blogspot.com

Friday, March 31, 2006

March Madness March 31

This evening I wrote the following April Fools email and submitted it to the Onion, although it is against their policy to print it.

PRESS RELEASE: APRIL ONE, 2006

Louisiana, Texas, and Florida File Zillion Dollar Law Suit Against President Bush, Dick Cheney and Others
For Failing to Sign Kyoto Agreement, and “Negligent Failure to Curtail Global Warming In Time To Prevent Hurricane Katrina.” Other International Law Suits to Follow.

In light of recent scientific findings released in the current (April 3rd )issue of TIME magazine’s cover story “Special Report: Global Warming” (Be Worried, Be VERY Worried) by Jeffrey Kluger, the states of Louisiana, Texas, Florida, and Alabama, have now filed a law suit to recover damages from all hurricanes now seen to be caused by global warming. The article suggests there may be a link between carbon emissions and environmental disasters such as hurricanes, rising oceans, tornados, drought, and melting glaciers. The defendants listed in the suit include George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Carl Rove, Halliburton, Exxon-Mobil, Texaco-Chevron, Unocal, Chevrolet, General Motors, Ford, and numerous others. The suit specifically cites Mr. Bush as the primary defendant for blocking the signing of the Kyoto Agreement by the US, a treaty signed by 141 other countries, and one which would have forced the US to reduce greenhouse gasses to 1990 levels by 2012. The suit implies that these reductions would have decreased the likelihood of such massive destructions as we saw with Katrina. The amount of damages is estimated at one zillion US dollars.

In response, Bush’s law office, Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe has issued a statement saying that “that tabloid” TIME magazine is an irresponsible, fly-by-night example of “yellow press,” that the scientific organizations quoted in the magazine article—Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute, SCIENCE Journal, The Evangelical Climate Initiative, NASA, the Goddard Institute for Space Studies, the University of Alaska, the University of Kansas, the University of Washington, the US Forest Service, the Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena, the National Center for Atmospheric Research, and Britain’s National Oceanographic Center—are all “wacko environmental nuts,” and that these four “troublemaker” states are no longer part of the US as far as the Bush family is concerned. The President stated to reporters, “That’s the last time I’m gonna send my people down there to save their sorry asses when a natural disaster hits. I swear! What a bunch of ingrates, I tell ya’”

The TIME article, in fact, does make some startling and far-fetched claims, such as the existence of global warming, and the Bush family’s indignation is understandable, given that global warming has long been regarded as a myth in White House circles. “Global what? This is the first any of us down here in Crawford ever heard about it!” as Bush said recently during a White House staff baseball game, playing against the Cuban team from the World Baseball Classic, hoping to win back some degree of respect for American baseball players after their embarrassing loss in March to other countries. Bush was pitching out of a 9 to 0 deficit at the time.

“Global warming, even most skeptics have concluded, is the real deal, and human activity has been causing it,” the TIME article says. The Bush family response was precise and devastating. “Cows farting, what about cows farting? All that methane contributes to global warming. You can’t call that human activity,” said the elder George H.W. Bush from his farm,(state withheld by request of the family) in response.

According to the article, several Greenland ice sheets have doubled their rate of slide. According to Science Journal, “by the end of the century, the world could be locked into an eventual rise in sea levels as much as 20 feet.” When confronted with this quote, a certain First Lady responded, “See, why should we rebuild New Orleans? God meant for it to be destroyed anyway! They can’t sue us! We’re royalty!”

What is the basis for TIME’s spurious claim that global warming is a reality? They state that “of the 20 hottest years on record, 19 occurred in the 1980s or later,” and that NASA claims 2005 was one of the hottest years in more than a century. TIME states that “The Antarctic holds enough ice to raise sea levels more than 215 feet.” In response, George Bush answered, “But Antarctica is so far away, that water will never reach us!”

TIME also cites evidence that the snow packs in the Rockies are melting, a fraction of what they were in the 1940s, and some snowpacks have vanished entirely. The White House Press Secretary said, “There is no tourism money in snowpacks! Who cares?”

The article reveals a number of alarming theories about “tipping points,” “feedback loops” and “boobie traps” which indicate that the warming process (in the oceans and atmosphere) is increasing by leaps and bounds and is now irreversible. But how does this relate to hurricanes? TIME states, “Ocean waters have warmed by a full degree Fahrenheit since 1970, and warmer water is like rocket fuel for typhoons and hurricanes. Two studies last year found that in the past 35 years, the number of Category 4 and 5 hurricanes worldwide has doubled while the wind speed and duration of all hurricanes has jumped 50%.”

This statement, quoted in the plaintiffs’ suit, is the only real evidence they have, and plan to call upon the authors as expert witnesses in the trial, which will be televised nationwide. The Bush lawyers have categorically denied this, and have said that there is no concrete evidence that warm water causes hurricanes. In fact, they said, “Warm water is good in a bath when you have a backache.” They plan to use Michael Creighton as their expert witness.

The plaintiffs also plan to claim that there is a connection between internal combustion and carbon emissions, and that carbon emissions are related to global warming, and that warming is related to ice melting, and that ice melting can cause ocean levels to rise, eventually flooding hundreds of coastal cities, for which they are also ready to sue. The Bush law team responded, “I hope no one is stupid enough to fall for that old trick. There is no connection between anything and anything. Next they’ll be saying we stole the election in Florida in 2000, so that Al Gore could would not apply his knowledge of the greenhouse effect and curb carbon emissions before disaster occurred, which would have hurt Halliburton and Texaco.”



To: The Onion
From: Evan Pritchard
resonancemagazine.blogspot.com
rezman7777@earthlink.net
Date: April 1st, 2006
RE: The above press release

Dear Sirs,

Please consider this “April Fools” article/press release a gift from me. Feel free to rewrite it as you see fit and publish at your earliest convenience. If you use any part of it, just let me know by email and I will pick up a copy.

Thank you

Evan Pritchard

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Wednesday, March 29th, 2006: After the Whirlwind
I finally find a moment to breathe and smell the blooming earth while it lasts. The TIME magazine article (which came out yesterday, written by Jeffrey Kluger) was truly remarkable; it covered a large area, in fact the whole globe, dealt with a lot of difficult scientific issues, and kept its balance. I am also sure that it was released under unimaginable resistance from a certain gas-driven gov. Rifkin, Lovelock, etc. all were repressed here in the US. It mentioned Lovelock but not his new book. And it made Time Magazine the Jeffery Wygand of environmental whistleblowing, not me and little New York Spirit magazine. As it sits now, my article follows up nicely to this one, adding the Native American perspective, and offering the beginnings of a plan, one which I will expound on afterwards I’m sure.
This past month to six weeks has been a very strange one for me. In fact, from January 27th, when I first got the email from William Meyers with an RE that read: “Can this really be the end?” I’ve been in an upsidedown world, where I seemed to be the only one who knew the sky was really falling. That was the whole impetus for my blogging, in fact, as a quicker way to reach the public. The last week has been so busy that I have not been able to type at a computer, but have kept some record on tape while I drive.
For this whole time, my article has been scheduled to come out talking about a book that, for readers throughout North America, didn’t exist, Revenge Of Gaia. It is still a missing person, but at least the concepts will now be familiar to those who may have read TIME magazine. Whether Spitzer will really use my Global Warming speech or not remains to be seen. I will have a copy of NY Spirit sent to him right away. I will also try to get TIME magazine into the hands of a lot of people, especially my students, some of whom objected when I had them e-search James Lovelock’s dilemma back in early February, when his book was released in the UK to rave reviews. They were skeptical when the book was not released on March 2nd as I predicted. Yesterday, some students in that class seemed sheepish, or apologetic towards me, just a feeling I had; and I wonder if they saw a story on TV or read TIME magazine. I’m sure I’ve sounded like an end of the world lunatic to my undergrad friends Dan B and Igor V during the last month or so, as I shook them by the metaphorical collar and raved, “Its all about global warming!! The ecosystem is collapsing!” I hope that Igor’s unfinished symphony of liberal indignitude “Right Under Our Noses” will now take more of a priority, as this story certainly was right under our noses all along. In fact, the Hopi have been telling this story in some detail for over a thousand years. I am continually recalling the tour I made with Depsimana back in the 1990s, talking about the Hopi and the global warming predictions, finding mostly scorn and resentment from listeners. The Hopi say that wehn this tipping point is crossed, that it will lead to an all out invasion of the US and global thermonuclear war, ending all life on the planet.
One thing that was interesting, Kluger used the same term “Tipping Point” that I suggested Spitzer use in the speech I sent him. (TIME: By any measure, the Earth Is At The Tipping Point.) I referred to the Hopi “Crossroads” back in 2000 in my often read poem “Extra Innings of the Gods.” (posted at Waxpoetickle.blogspot.com) and in fact, allowing that election to be stolen was indeed the crossroads that led directly to this disaster, and Al Gore, the winner./loser, is still one of the foremost experts on global warming. I know that he has been run through the gauntlet for the last six years by almost everyone, but he knew all along what the price would be. By the looks of him, I’m sure that the FBI has been pointing their tazers, lazers, mazers, and phazers at him to try to get him to leave the country. I’m glad he’s still here. My poem Extra Innings of the Gods was dedicated to him and Al Leiter, another indestructible hero.
Just imagine the pressure that caused both Penguin Putnam and the New York Times to kill or softpedal this super -story, and the courage TIME must have had to pull it together and put it on the cover. A while ago, Wildlife Relief Fund had the story of the drowning polar bears, and Ellis and I thought it was the most haunting of images, a metaphor for what is happening to the planet at large. TIME used it on the cover.

I suspect that Rove and certain people have had inside information for a long time about this ecological collapse and have been keeping it under lock and key, part of the poetic tragedy of destroying Al Gore without defeating him at the polls. Any response to a carbon problem will hurt Halliburton, and that company has been raking in billions upon billions of dollars, making hay while their fossil fueled sun shone brightly. They will now probably use the money to build shelters for themselves. Fireproof, floodproof, bombproof shelters, making a jail for themselves more confining than the hundreds they have built for federal and state corrections departments over the last five years.

I have warned many hundreds of people, maybe thousands, about global warming, mostly through workshops and small setting lectures. I usually weave it into my story about the Native American perspective on “The Earth does not belong to us.” On April 2nd, my NY Spirit article will alert maybe 300,000. In one move, TIME has alerted 100s of thousands, and given some more credibility to my three step plan to bring CE’s down to zero, which will be harder than putting a man on Mars.

EAT Your Greens

My three step plan, only suggested in the article, and only suggested in the words I drafted for Spitzer, is as follows:

1. Green Energy
2. Green Architecture
3. Green Transportation

The first step is for NY City to convert to Green EAT, (energy, architecture and transportation) so that future generations can eat. My plan is for New York City to lead by example and cut all CE’s by 50% within six years. Then we share our findings with other cities who are also trying to cut emissions. The second step is for all the major cities in the US to follow the example. The third step is multifaceted. As all the cities in the world, and all the states and rural areas as well all strive to reach 50% of current 2006 levels, New York strives to reach 50% of 1999 levels (many scientists are using this year as a benchmark in honor of George W. Bush, in other words, to erase his legacy from the face of the planet!) within 12 years, (2018) then strives to reach zero emissions in twenty-four years (2030). Other cities and countries would then have an example to copy or improve upon.


The next few days are filled with significance for me. Tomorrow, Thursday March 30th, I’ll be giving a lecture on death and dying in Native American culture at Vassar with Rick Jarow. Then I will conduct an ethics class at Marist that same day, discussing the parallels between Lovelock and Wygand of “The Insider,” among other things. Then Friday is April Fools Day, then Saturday is April 2nd, marking one month after the non-release of James Lovelock’s book, which has kept me in an upsidedown situation, and will also be the release date of the New York Spirit article. On Sunday April 3rd, is the Mets Presidential Opener at RFK in DC at noon. On April 5th, Tuesday, I begin the Buddhism section of our World Views class.

So now I must begin writing down the past, to recover from my memory and from Memorex itself, what I can of these dramatic past few days, as I and thousands of others, I’m sure, struggled to get this message out to the public.

Tuesday, March 28th, Teaching Peace: I slept well, got a call from DL just when I was planning to call Thunderbird, and she talked to me for a while, even after I said I had to go teach my class. I unpacked the car finally, and that took a while. I went to Marist and had lots of work materials with me. I graded some papers, and pretty much caught up for WV and V, and was about a minute late. I did a session with the computer projected on the screen and showed how to use the Microsoft endnotes program and then handed out the endnotes handout. I also showed them World Heritage Virtual Tour Panography, and it worked but the internet was slow at that moment, perhaps in response to all that is going on regarding global warming. I didn’t know that then. I tried to show Paris, only got Notre Dame up, then showed Karnak, and Luxor; enough to give them ideas. I encouraged them to use it in their powerpoints.

Then I completed the work we started on finding Shamanistic practices and views in Powwow Highway (now on DVD) by finding Taoistic teachings in the movie as well. I mostly asked them questions, and they were able to come up with good answers, and we pretty much were able to list these wisdom teachings on the board as they appeared in the movie. The spider scene was particularly fun, as there are so many levels to it. The spider is a symbol of unity and relationship, the web of life, and is therefore associated with peace. Buddy is thrown from the car as he tries to kill the spider and breaks his gun, a symbol of violence. In fact, my criminal justice students were quick to point out that his chances of getting Bonnie out of jail with a single .22 pistol were zero to none. We also briefly discussed Filbert taking $4000 to reimburse their spendings to rescue Bonnie. We took a vote and about five said he was wrong, and about nine said he was right, and the others were undecided. I said in Shamanic stories, instead of preaching to people all the right things to do, they show you all the right things to do in reverse, and show you what happens when you do the wrong things and live the wrong way, or sometimes show you ambiguous situations ethically, so that you are drawn to discuss them, sort of like the ending of Syriana.

I handed back the midterm tests, and they were by and large very good. Then I went into the development of myths through time. I obviously owe something to Joseph Campbell on this, but I have a wholly different approach, and use Pritchard’s Seven Phases of Cultural Development and show how stories tend to be rather different from one phase to the next. We got through the Shamanic and Taoistic phases, and were working through the Geomantic, when LA a bright student who also likes to be punctual, called “time.” I stopped immediately, as I had just put the last word in place for the first three phases. Next time, we tackle Religious and Philosophical and possibly Scientific.

I did a one hour search on Thomas Chambers, and found some information, and indeed he was the one who brought clapboard siding to the Dutch colony. He obviously had English roots. I found a William Chambers making clapboard siding in Mackinac Island Michigan in 1830, which is very early for Michigan. Chambers went to Troy in about 1643 and then founded what is now Kingston in 1652. His house was on Division Street and is now somewhere under one of the Hasbrouke houses as was his tombstone. He moved to Fox Hall which is still there, off of Albany Ave I think. Also clapboard. I was there once.
I also tracked Johanness Shepmoes with less success, from his family’s move from Manhattan to Hurley, NY in the 1600s.
Then I had a push from spirit to go south and see KH, to give back a copy of NAStories of the Sacred I had borrowed. I also know she has access to the colonial records for Chambers and Shepmoes. While I was there, Karen S called, one of my favorite music students, who quit lessons six months ago when her mother died. Although I have rarely been at the music school since then, it was the first time she had called, and was asking for lessons, that she really needed to get back to music as part of her healing process. She was able to come over in a few hours, and I had the time free. She was really thrilled, and had a good reconstructive lesson, in which I had her map out her brain using hums. Humming a low F vibrated her nose and lower lip, Low A resonated in her sinuses, C resonated in her ears, middle F resonated on the side of her head, as did the next A up. C resonated at “the horns,” the place where her antlers would be if she had any, and the high F resonated at the top, at the fontanelle. This exercise not only opened up the resonating cavities in her brain which make for better brighter sound and overtones, but also demonstrated to her that they existed and that they can be used consciously.
While waiting to teach Karen S, HK and I played a little catch outside by the church as it was a perfect spring day, and people who walked by were amazed to see this elder woman of the tribe tossing the baseball with such ease. In fact, last year there were some bumps and bruises as she relearned the skill. Spring training went well this time. In the meantime we connected with another young woman who wanted vocal lessons and right away, and she was able to come in on one hours notice, and got a good lesson in time before Karen S came over. It was during that lesson I developed the humming map of the brain, but only in rough form. When I see A again (who is 15) I will go into more detail. She has a high pure voice and a remarkable range, and can read notes.
After karen’s lesson I had some chili and taters and checked my email. There was a long email from James Audlin, author of The Circle of Life, and formerly of the Poughkeepsie Journal. He had read ALL of Native American Stories of the Sacred since Saturday, and had found about ten places concerning ancient languages which he took issue with. His quickness and facility with the nuances of these languages (mostly ancient Greek, with which he is obviously quite at home) was nothing short of impressive. I was looking at the wordings from the modern reader’s perspective, starting from where we are now, but he corrected this, and suggested a wording that would be based in the actual root word or concept and move chronologically forward. I responded to each of his suggestions positively, and will send the whole letter to Mark Ogilbee at Skylight for discussion. I’m sure every suggestion will have some effect on the second edition. I’m sure David Audlin would understand my interest in not losing the reader, or destroy the prose such as it is, by splitting hairs. Obviously these are spots that need more work. I also have a few friends who are familiar with ancient Greek and will give me some insight. I am interested, and spent a month in Greece studying art, but I always found the language both ancient and modern, very difficult. Most Greek people today can’t understand the ancient tongue, so Mr. Audlin’s expertise is rather treasured, especially as it kept coming up in Stories of the Sacred. He will be consulted on The Path We Follow, as well.

I headed out to the hermitage, and as it turned out, ended up house sitting. There on the table I found the just released Global Warming issue of TIME magazine. I had a paradoxical reaction when I saw the stranded polar bear on the cover; “Scooped! Thank GOD!” I didn’t really want to be the first with this story in print, but on the other hand, I am a journalist, and a scoop is hard to resist. Suddenly I felt credible again! And the feeling is one I would describe as…..incredible!

I read the whole article of course before going to bed, and woke up at 8 AM, ready to tackle my bloglag problem, my ethics papers and the Death and Dying stuff. It was a turning point in my life. The title on the cover, quite appropriately, was “Be Worried. Be VERY Worried.”

Monday March 27th, 2006: Flintlocks and Hollyhocks: It has been a very crazy and frustrating and rushed past month, and Sunday I was having trouble breathing or even eating. There had been a growing amount of unexplained conflict in my life, and I felt that it somehow had to do with my openness about the Global Warming story. I decided to have a vacation day, and get rested again so I could think clearly. I walked around outside and started feeling buzzy and very sick and threw up over and over again, mostly the soup, although the soup was exceptionally delicious at the time. I can’t explain what was happening, but the more I hurled my soup the better I could breathe. I went to Red Sky Blue Earth at noon and waited 45 minutes for Stella (who is Blackfoot, therefore a fellow Algonquin) in response to her phone call, and though a noon opening was posted on her door, she didn’t come and open, so I left my card. This is the part of Indian Time that can be a little frustrating, but I’m sure there was a good reason. I will try again later. I really enjoyed having an excuse to sit in the sun and relax and wait. I traveled down the Minisink Trail by car, and stopped and made some phone calls, and then as I passed the historic Bevier house in Stone Ridge, I saw a car that I was sure belonged to Melinda Terpenning, so I pulled in. I rang the bell, and met Melinda for the first time in person, although we’d talked on the phone at length and I was already hired to do a presentation later this year.
I was in a great mood on a wonderful spring day, and I examined the flintlock rifle over the fireplace and estimated Native owned, 1730, and she said that would have been likely. I saw a painting in one of the rooms and said 1910, and she said, “Yes, in fact, that’s when it was painted.” She showed me an ash splint basket and I said it was a “notassen,” a Lenape basket and explained how they made them. Some of the spints were red, and some had interesting designs on them, which I copied down. There were three keyboards there, and I helped identify a number of pictures and objects, mostly not Native. Then I took her on a walk up the old crossroads trail, the one on which the Bevier house was built, the one that used to go from the Esopus to the Rondout, and which crosses the great Minisink Trail at that spot. We walked a few hundred yards across a curious kind of natural pavement made of stone, towards the Rondout, towards Pompey’s Cave which is in an empty streambed, and which is at the Kyserike Burial Ground, the site of an old Lenape Village near the Rondout. Then we turned around and went back to the Bevier House, wondering how they managed to get water to drink in that landlocked spot. I said there would usually be a native village or at least a trading post at such as spot, but the lack of water would be a big problem. The Beviers might have dug a well, but we don’t know that. In any case, I lent her Native New Yorkers and No Word For Time, which I had with me. She said she’d send me some money some time. It was a relaxing way to spend an afternoon. Next thing I knew it was 5 PM and I called Shoshana, who is struggling with cancer these days. She had left a message that she was in the area, that she had just driven down the Minisink Trail, which means she just drove past me (noone knew I was there, this is rather unusual and almost humorous coincidence as she is from Manhattan, and has been a guest on my walking tours of the Minisink Trail) and she said she is now in Woodstock with some people I don’t know and wouldn’t give a number, but said they were on their way to Ashokan Reservoir to see the sun set. I kept driving, and went up 375 towards Woodstock to see if I could find her car somewhere in town, perhaps at the laundry, and I saw her car whizzing past me on 375. I made a (safe) U turn and went chasing after her. A car pulled in front of her, and slowed her down, and a car between us turned off, so when she got to the light on 28 I was able to pull beside her and honk my horn. She looked surprised. She pulled over into the parking lot there and said she did not see me flashing my lights or honking my horn. We decided to go to the reservoir together, as she did’nt really know the way or where to park or where to get a good western horizon, so I became the trail guide. I found us a perfect spot and I met her hosts, Morl and Llyn, two women from Wales. We watched the sunset and talked of the coming environmental demise, and they were perfectly well informed, and even were quite well educated concerning Planet X, which they said we might see behind the sun as it sunk to the west. We didn’t, but we had a great time, then Shoshana was hungry so I suggested a favorite Chinese restaurant, and we went.
I mentioned that a strange man had insisted on paying for a book with a brand new $100 and I took it, and one of the women said that there are a lot of phony $100s floating around and the bank won’t take them. One of the people we connected with said she’d take it and gave me change. She felt that some restaurant in the city would take it, and it would get lost in the big money laundry which is NY C. In fact, there was no way to know that this particular bill was phoney, I just had a bad feeling about it, as there had been a large number of assaults verbal ones, at that event.
We parted company and I went home and sleep brought an end to a perfect day.

Sunday, March 26th, 2006: Global Upset: This was a day of much running around. I never did empty the car out, and it was a good thing, because I got chances to use a lot of that stuff from the Pequot. I was very tired and slept on and off, getting things done around the house in between much needed naps. It took a lot to unwind, and never did completely accomplish that goal. I woke up and it was half past noon. I was supposed to get all these things done and arrive at the Barnes and Nobles in Danbury CT at 3 PM. Somehow I did all this, to my own amazement. Not having to load the car helped. On the way I also listened to a wonderful Mets game in which they won 7-0 with great outings by both Pedro and a man named M. They scored mostly on singles, which is a good sign. Today, Heilman was relegated to the bullpen, because Bannister pitched better. Time will tell if this was a terrible mistake. I made my various stops and connections and then arrived a few minutes early for the book signing and story telling at Barnes and Nobles. As coincidence would have it, the lowly George Mason team beat the unstoppable UConn Huskies of Danbury (and Hartford, etc) while I was there. It was the Advance Auto Parts “Shock of the Day” and it was colossal! I shared that with Richard, who is an employee at the store, and part Wappingers. This was after my event. I also bought a book Walking On Egg Shells No More about how to live with someone with Borderline Personality. It took several of us working together to find the psychology section. We went to Christmas Tree, and I bought some very salty peanuts. My tongue had already been swollen and blistered from something I ate at the Pine Hill event, but this made it worse! But it tasted good. I got Richards sister a box of purple peeps.
The event went well. I mentioned that a lot is happening right now with the environment, and that there are books and articles written on the subject but you won’t find them here at Barnes and Nobles, and its not them to blame; someone is keeping NY Times articles and books from reaching the public on this story, but its an important story. There have been some drastic changes in the course of global warming in the last two years, and all the top experts have tried to tell us, but were stopped. Later on, the community relations man John Coultier looked on the computer books in print in the US and Revenge of Gaia was nowhere to be found. A missing person.
I explained in detail about how a researcher at the National Archives found that Chief Seattle never said “The Earth does not belong to us…” and I got them all to shout it out in unison three times.
Richard and his sister had made copies of the layout of the article in New York Spirit and handed them out to each person in attendance. That was probably the most effective part of the message. I didn’t have to say that much about it. The article said it all.
I brought the Micmac Moose drum made for me by Gil Tarbox and then introduced him. He had heard about the event through the grapevine, not through Polly Midgely, and it was just coincidence he happened to be around. There was another man there who heard about it through Polly, and a black woman and her daughter who heard about it through the papers. It was not a large crowd. Apparently that was typical for this location, one of the first Barnes and Nobles. I had a long talk with John Coultier about how B and N worked and ideas on how to get the book in the stores.
Then Richard and I and his sister went out to eat at the Windmill, a local, folksy place, and it was pretty good. I had mussaka in a deep dish covered with cheese. Richard ended up picking up the tab, which was not called for, but a nice surprise. We read the sports trivia quiz off the place mat.
Richard was a maven of the magazine, and I told him about Resonance Magazine making a comeback on the internet. I should scan the humor issue and put it on line.
We split up and I went back to the hermitage, and saw one of my favorite movies ALAMO on TV with Billy Bob Thornton as David Crockett. That went on til late and I watched in the usual fascination, but also seeing a new meaning in it in light of what I knew, then I fell asleep. They had just shown King of Hearts a few days earlier, both movies broadcasting a subliminal message to pay attention, wake up, this town is about to blow up. Both inspired me to continue in my quest to tell lots of people about global warming.

Saturday, March 25th, 2006: Pine Hill Mini-Festival: I had a dream as I woke up; a new board game called Command Center, part role playing game part board game part simulation, in which you simulate being President of the United States. The game comes in a brief case, of course, and is very complex, and intellectually challenging. There was a CD Rom disc that came with it and a red phone which played out various scenarios in your ear after you “made the call.” I dreamt that President Bush played and lost.
I arrived at Pine Hill about noon, and there were already people there, setting up for the International Cultural Festival. Apparently I was right on time. David Audlin arrived at the same time. We started rehearsing music right away, even before setting up our books on the same table. It was a little confusing, plans changing along the way, but he wanted to do a show together, backing each other up, and wanted to exchange books, and he insisted we read from each other’s book. He quickly showed me a passage from his book and I said I could pretty much read without rehearsal, and he the same. I chose for him to read the Seneca Chipmunk story, as he is Iroquois, and Gordy, the guardian of the Seneca traditions was there, in his wheelchair, waiting to hear and comment on anything Seneca. James did a great job, and Gordy was pleased. I later talked to him in the lobby and asked for his comments on the Chipmunk, and he worried his face for a minute and then flashed a big smile “I LIKED it!” And told me a story of how coyote brought the light.
The passage I read from Audlin was surprising, and very poetic, “elegiac” I’d say, very much focused on the part of the circle of life called Death. I did guitar lead on two of James’ songs, and they were rather well written, a lullaby and an “argument” song with a male and female lead. We had rehearsed my song Wanna See Us Free (which tied into my one real environmental comment about waking up) and he played lead and sang on the doo doos and chorus. That was fun! The theme was “songs from dreams,” and two of his were from dreams, as was my song Wanna See Us Free. So it was the dream theme team. Speaking of dreams, I told of my Command Center game from my dream, and as I said Bush got to play, DE anticipated that Bush lost the game. That got a big laugh. It was true, and true in real life as well. I thought, as soon as everyone realizes what’s going on with the ice caps, his career will be making ice at a country club for tips.
I also played flute behind his reading and he behind mine. I did a cedar flute solo with James on keyboards, but he decided to go atonal for some reason, and as we had not rehearsed, I was caught off guard for a minute. And when James the director said Time, I asked James if I could do No Word For Goodbye, with him on lead guitar. He seemed pleased, so I sang it in the most dramatic fashion I could, and got as many people to sing along as I could. The crowd applauded wildly, so long I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

I did okay with the books, and it was a wild an chaotic day at Pine Hill, with a lot of people saying crazy things, some of which I didn’t know how to take. One of the highlights was giving Rainbow Weaver the work number of an old friend she had not seen in years, Donna Johnson. I also saw DL and chatted for a few minutes. Afterwards I had a meeting with Mary Lou at the pizza place and we discussed the possibility of a Pine Hill Music Festival in September to raise awareness about global warming. It was a day of many meetings and conversations and planning. I decided not to announce the September 16th date, as the date of the free concert, and it was a good thing, as I still have to have room to move, or back up if it won’t work.

Then I visited Raymundo, but he was late, so I slept there until 200 in a back room, comfy actually. Then we talked til dawn, and then I made it home in one piece after a very long day!

Friday, March 24th, 2006: My Name Is Whirlwind Dreamer: Saw the end of Powwow Highway. The last scene is so moving, I never know how to make a transition, so I sang three songs on the Micmac drum by Gil Tarbox. Then we made a list of shamanistic practices in the movie. We discussed the name Whirlwind Dreamer, how it, like all the other names, had a dark side and a light side, he is the one who has the visions that all seek, but he is not grounded. And even of this “kick me” name he “is not yet worthy.”
I had a one hour meeting with my one black student who needed to change her topic at the last minute for her term paper. We decided on her Cherokee side, and we looked at maps and found that her mother was from an area not only Cherokee but Overhill Cherokee, Chocktaw and other tribes.
I taught a good lesson with Vessios at their home, and realized that L needed vocal lessons today more than guitar, so we went into vocal lessons, and also got in some of the lead playing she was practicing all week. I felt there was a first glimmer of a breakthrough. She always wants hard songs. I gave her some extra time.
I went on various errands, feeling tired and confused and a little wound up, and then realized that I was supposed to call Shoshana. I thought it was her birthday. In fact it was Ellis’ birthday too, and I had forgotten to say happy birthday. I was that tired.
I ended up at the hermitage, watching King of Hearts, a movie that had a lot to say to me this time, trying to warn the crazy people about the total destruction of the planet, fighting off the Germans, and getting mixed signals from HQ. It all was appropriate for that day, and I’m sure the program manager knew that. I’d seen this kind of thing before; hidden messages in movie schedules. This one was pretty obvious. I had seen Jeremy Rifkin’s s stunning article on the internet about the ice caps and how they were melting more rapidly then we thought possible, but it apparently never made the print edition of the NY Times. That was very creepy. That was when I really started to feel like my world was upsidedown, like I was hanging by my thumbs in terms of credibility.

Thursday, March 23rd, 2006: Meeting of the Minds: This was a long day that took me from the Pequot Museum in Ledyard, CT (on the RI border) with about six different meetings, a half hour of rushed research, and then driving to Poughkeepsie, then grading a pile of papers and then conducting a 2/5 hour class, one of the more difficult ones, and then a two hour meeting of the Citizenship Thinktank Meets the Womens Spirituality Group. We watched a film documentary called The New Heroes, narrated by Robert Redford, and we applauded at the end. I got to meet a lot of interesting people and speak about the cover up on global warming to people who were really interested in learning more. One young student talked about feeling like a bug when facing problems such as global warming, and crime and world poverty. I said that was enlightenment, and a lot of great spiritual people reached that “bug” mentality. I told the story of Gandhi’s Zero Point, which I have told many times before. When he hit the dirt after being thrown from the train he was nothing, and therefore could do anything. This was a day after the “nothing” discussion in Connecticut. I went home to Saugerties soon after that, feeling a little like a bug, but a happy bug.

Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006: Night At the Pequot: This was the day of my presentation at the Pequot Research Library in their esteemed author series, whose guest list has included many immortal names; Wilma Mankiller, Joe Bruchac, M. Scott Momaday, etc. I left my place before dawn and made it to David Kahns in Rhode Island about ten AM, an hour before he had to leave for the doctors. In that time a lot happened, and I also got a good nap, surrounded by native artifacts. I wrote a new song at David Kahns in Rhode Island, and premiered it that night. Right now I call it The Ballad of Kwan No Day. It refers to and incorporates the traditional song Kwan No Day. I worked on the song for about two hours at DK’s. I also made a phone call or two. I went to the library at 4 PM and set up my books, and pulled some books to study and photocopy for the second volume of Algonquins and Estuaries, but didn’t have time to read them. The show went on right on schedule, at 7 PM, and I was in a festive mood, and ready to have fun. At the same time, I realized that most of the audience were Algonquin scholars and I needed to educate them in order to earn my pay, and I did. I sold a bunch of books, even though the audience was not huge. David Kahn recorded the whole thing on video tape and at some point I will transcribe it. When I have time. Afterwards, I answered some questions and signed a lot of books. A woman asked if there was a person’s name for “nothing.” I told her of the word for the self chan, or otchi-chan-hau-mitch-oo, which I loosely translated as “the vessel for the light which is itself just a shadow.” But I stressed that no one is nothing, that she should not think of herself as nothing then I signed her book.

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006: The Second First Day of Spring: The second first day of spring. The weather was pretty nice.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Lightning Round

Tuesday March 14th, 2006; It is really early in the morning and I have piles of work left to do before I can relax and have a vacation. Later today I have to appear in front of the local magistrate for what amounts to a ticket of high velocity, however I can explain everything. I drafted a report/speech/idea sheet for Spitzer concerning global warming like I once did for Jon Edwards. The threat of GW is so strange and crazy that it is hard to propose a "solution" that doesn't sound a little out there, which is part of the problem, however I gave it my best shot. I knew I had to go to MD soon, so I had that one shot, since April 22 is coming soon, just over a month, when Spitzer gives his speech, so there was my window,and it happened to fall between midnight and dawn. I put together the one solution that seems to me to have any real credibility, which is to use green architecture and a certain amount of auto redesigning, but basically invent new machines that scrub the air and suck all the carbon in as we go about our business. My proposal was The 50% solution; that through new inventions we could reduce NYC's CE's by 50% and get other major cities to follow our lead. Of course, I think with this technology and architecture we could do better than 50%, but 50 seems like an envisionable goal for now. In fact, anything less would have no significant impact on the global picture in my opinion. The goal is to get the entire US, city by city, to adopt the new technology, so that we at least reduce the US output of CE's by 50%, which would reduce the global figures by 1/8th. Anything less than that seems futile.
My idea/speech was about five pages, based on some speculation on population times 5.5 metric tons per person per year. Bobby Jr would have some more specific stats. Part of it is a draft of a speech that Spitzer could give any time. I can only hope that Allison and Jack see the long term value of this paper as a starting point. I included the phone numbers of Makrand Bhoot, John and Nancy Todd, and Douglas Cardinal. If nothing else, it should lead to a meeting between Spitzers team and my three architects of the future. It should I hope give Spitzer some ideas as to how to position himself not as a man enforcing laws of the last century, but as a man designing a new plan for the new century, a long term vision.

Monday March 13th, Today it was quite warm. I worked on a new Mets article on team batting average and World Series odds. I only got a sketch of it done. I bought an Irish tin whistle as a birthday present for a good friend, who is not as musically inclined as we'd all like. I figured the Irish whistle is hard to play badly.
I listened to a tape I got for 50 cents at a flea market in Port Jervis, all light classics, and it was very beautiful and gave me a smile as I drove my car around. Money can buy happiness, especially if its not much money. The first to come on was Mio Babino Caro all orchestral, by Puccini, my favorite. (I use it in my screenplay Madly In Love, which has not been produced as yet) I was surprised how much I liked Trumpeters Lullaby, as the anonymous player was quite excellent.

I was looking on the internet for ideas to help Eliot Spitzer (hows that for a name dropping) with his upcoming report on global warming, and I knew he needed some celebrities to endorse his progressive policies on global warming, and I came across my old friend (I wish) Kevin Bacon, whose band I have heard several times live. It turns out he lives in New York City, his father was a city planner and his mother was a liberal activist, and he has already come out with a global warming awareness campain of his own "Six Degrees," saying that if the global temperatures rise by six degrees, which could happen, we'd all be dead. Of course he says "This isn't a game," which can be taken on two levels, since the movie he starred in Six Degrees was based on a concept game. I called Jack D. at the Spitzer HQ and he wasnt in so they put Allison on the phone and I suggested Kevin B as a point man, and she asked if I thought he was better than Bobby Jr. and I said no, but a great number two man. Bobby Jr and Eliot are so much alike, similar approach, real substance, but Kevin is very accessible and very well known with dozens of movies behind him and would reach out to a lot of people. Allison is so cool, the kind of passionate 18 hour get it done type that Sptizer talks about and that I like to work with, and she just said "I'll get on it." I said, "Talk to you soon," and we both unhooked.

I found the following stats: The average US citizen creates 5.5 metric tons of carbon emissions per year.
16.6 million people work in and around NYC every day.
16.6 is 6% of the US population of 276 million. At 5.5 tons per person. Using that theoretial per capita rate, it would also be 6% of the total US emissions. That would be about .015% of the world's annual output of carbon emissions.
My point? That if NYC were able to showcase the green architecture movement, and eliminate and also absorb most of those emissions, it would be a dramatic example to the rest of the country, and the rest of the world. If the top 12 cities in America all were able to eliminate carbons, lets say to about 40 million people, that would be over 14% in reductions.
I got a call from Sandy Levine at the Open Center, and we were able to work out the big problem within minutes, by starting the month long program earlier at the Open Center. I pulled over on the highway and we just got it done, she was so cool too. I called Tiokasin Ghosthorse first at WBAI and then at home, and left a message that Sandy wanted to work it out another way. So I need to call Louise at Ottawa and say I'm a definite for the weeklong position at the Kumik, but I was given the wrong number, so I'll email her. After that huge scheduling problem magically disappeared thanks to the new age energy of Open Center's Sandy levine, I rewrote my events schedule accoringly and sent it to Kate at Skylight.
After midnight I made the decision to change the word Mitzvah on p. xiii of Native American Stories of the Sacred to Hallakha, as the Mitzvot are part of the Hallakha, and Hallakha literally means "the path we walk," which perfectly matches the other words I am examining in that section, words from around the world which mean "the red road." I also mentioned to Mark for the first the idea of me submitting to Skylight a book on "the path" as it appears in dozens of ancient cultures.In fact this discovery put me "over the top" as far as actually sitting down and doing the book. For those who are really interested, I did a 26 part series on RFPI a few years ago called The Roots of World Religion.. similar ideas.

I got a message from Mets fan SR that she has colon cancer, a sad message. Its a scary thing, and she'll have to talk to all these surgeons, so she is in my prayers. Also I got a call from another friend whose daughter in law had a difficult delivery, but seems to be pulling through okay. KH told me of a copy of the new book by James Lovelock, but it turns out it was Ages of Gaia which is an old outdated book that was republished. To this day no one has seen the Revenge of Gaia which was due out March 2nd by Penguin.


Sunday March 12th, Watched The Men Behind the Iron Mask The story of umpires, with Brooks Robinson. I didn't get to see the end but the first part was about the real old days in baseball. Overhand pitching didn't start until around 1886, and yet by 1890 you already begin to see the great overhand pitchers making their mark.

Saturday March 11th, Called EM, one of my oldest friends, whom I've known now for 37 years, and left a happy birthday message. I thank you for being you and for being who you've been in my life all these years. Happy birthday EM Crow!


Saturday, March 11, 2006

Conversations With Remarkable Elders

Saturday March 11th 2006

I had a long talk with Onimeekee Benasequay, may spirit protect her, and she told me about a wonderful confrontation resolution she had witnessed between two medicine women. We will call the first one Noogami A and the second one Noogami B. A was a socially climbing elders' helper who wanted to take control of the group and manipulate everyone, perhaps to usurp the throne so to speak, of her own mentor. B was an elder, short in stature, who was more or less retired and not seeking power. A said, "Don't worry, you too are on the path. You are grrooowwing! (a pat on the head but also an obvious insult to her height.) YOu are like a bouncing little sponge! You are changing and this will be for the good. (A was trying to sound like a teacher, like B's teacher, but B wasn't having it.)
B said, "I'm over 65, (older than you) and I have learned that there is always learning, even my elders learn, and everyone is a teacher for everyone. William Commanda said that he is learning to be old. If he is still learning, then so am I, we always have to learn. If we stop learning its time to die, and I want to live a looong life!"
A closed her eyes and put her hand on her heart, her heart was opening!
B continued: "I have a life full of joy, I have people who love me, I have beautiful grandchildren, and I am happy every day of my life just to be alive. I don't need to be anyone's teacher."
Noogami A had tears in her eyes and said, "I want to reach that some day!"
That's how elders resolve conflicts.

Benase said that she passed along my advice to the woman under attack, and blessed a three foot long red ribbon and the woman slept with it tied around her waist, and did not experience the attacks. She was very happy to receive the book, and took in the other advice as well. I had suggested to Banaise that she offer to help this elder and be a friend to her, and she did, and they agreed that when Flower flew into town for teachings, she would stay with Benaise, and that Benaise would help her in all things. This was a joyous thing for everyone and they bonded as sisters on the path.

I called Bohike, and we had an unusual discussion. Someone had suggested that I take piss for spider and other insect bites, etc. and drink it. Bohike disagreed, and said that was a Karate practice that originated in Mongolia and in an autonomous region of China Yoau Ixchen, and that it was a false teaching. He said that the body has already rejected what is in the piss, and to drink it was to make the body do that work all over again. He said it is salty and its like drinking sea water which causes pain and then kills you. He says piss shuts down your liver and you have kidney failure. He said uric acid is not good to drink, but that uraic acid, as found in nettle and similar plants was really good. He said that urine is sterile when fresh, but gets contaminated over time. He said that the yellow was toxic. In other words, "Don't eat yellow snow" is a good saying. He said that the bite of a wolf spider a recluse or scorpion or black widow will get worse if you add piss to it, but piss is good for jelly fish bits, orb spiders (certain ones) sea anenomes and web weaving spiders. It can work for bee stings, but usually not worth it. It brings down the swelling quickly when it works at all, but only external. The venom basically melts you from the inside out, and piss can neutralize the chemistry in certain situations. I bet you didn't know that. Bohike q.c. is full of natural medicine wisdom, like "Dont eat yellow snow and here's why."Grapefruit juice however is great stuff. I send a prayer of blessing that I have a Bohike in my life.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Thursday March 9th, blogging through mud

Thursday, March 9th, 2006; I found that my blogs for the Canada trip that had been misplaced and inserted them into the mix. I also finally received the submitted version of the NY Spirit article, and inserted that as you see March 9th earlier post. There is a lot of dark magic everywhere right now, and I'm getting a lot of distress calls for people wanting advice and help. Computers are also glitching up all the time with bizzarre results. I got a call from Little Fox and she asked advice for protection against black magic for a certain medicine woman in Canada, a full blood who is being psychically attacked by a certain woman and raped by that woman's boyfriend, or so people believe, and can't sleep at night I told Little Fox to give her a copy of From the Temple Within (one of mine) and tell her to ask it a question and open it at random. The word vervain came into my mind very clearly, so I told her to get vervain, put it in a pouch. Little Fox asked if she should make it into a tea, I said, I wasn't sure, but a little couldn't hurt. I said to get a 3 foot red ribbon to sleep with, plus a bear's tooth. Little Fox said she had the bear claw, but not the tooth. Apparently there was an elk's tooth too and I said that may be attracting trouble in this case. I said to put the shield of protection around herself at night before going to bed. I said she needed to promise the Creator that she would work on the sexual abuse issues, not now but soon. She needed to heal the past. I also suggested to Little Fox that she really help this woman, also to take 12 strands of sweet grass and make a bracelet of it for the woman. And most of all, the woman needs to rely on her pipe, and smoke it alone. Little Fox said that the elder did that too when in such troubles.
I never met the woman but spirit told me alot.
Then Bexique called and I disconnected and then asked him for advice for internet protection, and he gave me some advice and suggested tobacco of course. He agreed there were unprecedented levels of psychic attacks going on.
I called Deb M at the paper and had a very friendly conversation, she's getting alot of articles published. We agreed to have a TBA lunch meeting.
I talked to HB for the first time on phone and discussed the ceremonies and the sweat lodge.
I talked to DJ at the Pequot and straightened everything out, she sounded much happier today. Then I called Kate and went over a list of things. Apparently she did not recieve my list of events that I emailed.
I spoke to Bill Schmidtt at Inwood for a long time and set up my part in Drums along the Hudson with him. He said of all the famous speakers they'd had I was the one who had the best and most detailed information on the history of the site itself, and hired me for another job in six weeks.
I kept thinking his name aws Smith, he said his mother was a Smith; I said she might be related to Joseph Smith, he agreed it was quite possible, and we talked about the Lost Tribe of Israel theory.
I also called the Trailside Museum and spoke to Frank, and left a message for the new director Mike Gambino (who does not look Sicilian!) to talk about having my Inwood Hill show there.
I left messages for Erik Baard to set up the Rowing thing as well and went on excitedly about the Tibbet's Brook discovery on his voicemail.
I called Diane DeCello at Warwarsing bicentennial, and she wanted to know if I could provide artifacts. I said I didn't really believe in that, but asked if she knew Wendy Harris. She said "I was just talking to Wendy yesterday! Yes, she wold have local artifacts as well, for our display case. We want to place Native American STories of the Sacred in a display case along with artifacts from the area in the Ellenville Library." (Wendy helped with Native New Yorkers, one miracle connection after another!) She was really excited with my response.."Wendy will be perfect!"
There were several other phone calls and then I slept off staying up tiil 4 am writing.
There were other calls and events, a nice warm day, but one I had to miss inside to catch up with correspondence. I had a difficult decision to make regarding today's class. Our review time was snowed out and so students were twisting my arm to try to get me to cancel the midterm, but it seemed unethical for an ethics class, so I came in very firmly and laid down the law, that we have a commitment to meet the expectations of the cirriculum and to have the test at the published time. I gave a one hour review which went well, then 15 minute break and then 1.5 hour test. Some people did the test in 25 minutes.
I talked at length to a very energetic student in pre-Med and told her about the article Id just read in Harpers. I said it had lots of organic chemistry in it, which she was saying was perhaps the hardest course in the school, most students scored 30% or lower on the midterms. She said it was because the concepts are hard to grasp and that there was so much detailed pieces of information to remember.
God is very very smart by the way, and His mind is quite complex, which you will learn if you ever study biochemistry, which is how He gets things done. If we had to understand sex from a biological standpoint before having any, we'd be celibate for most of our lives, or else we'd all be really really smart by the age of 21. LOL
E knows one of my students and saved a photo of her from the Times Herald Record that was deep inside the sports section of that huge tomelike paper, and cut it out. As the test was to begin I found the clipping and gave it to the student. She said she had never seen the photo or the article about her and seemed very glad. Kresge is one of the best defensive players in women's basketball, but defensive players don't always get headlines. This was a nice tribute from a major paper.
Had a meeting with Dan Black afterwards and we discussed the article in Harpers, Out of control, an expose on the corruption in AIDS testing by Celia Farber p . 37.

THen I created a weblog for our Welsh friend Megan, who is full of happy sunshine and political science and philosophy with a smile. She is young but knows about Marxism in South America for example and I showed her my Resonancemagazine.blogspot.com site, and the article on Robert Heilbronner, the prophet of economics. Lots of great energy. Megan's blog, at megan686.blogspot.com. Im sure it will be interesting.
Igor never showed up to talk about his book ideas, but Dan and I talked about it. Igors writing is great but he has marketing problems and we are all giving him advice.
I went on MLB's front page and found that my baseball blog was selected with a little write up and ranked number 10 on selected sites. I am now officially a "long suffering Mets fan" according to MLB. That is amazing as Brooks Robinson's site is ranked number 7, and players in the World Baseball cup are blogging the tournaments from Japan Mexico, etc. and they are highly ranked.
There was another Mets site on the list but no contact info. It was a really good site too. Fasten Your Seatbelts. a blog of happyrecap.com.
I called DLP To tell him the news. He was just on his way to a late night shoot and the director was waiting. He's fixed his computer and doing film scores again, and also doing some acting and cinematography.

Is Nothing Sacred? An Interview with Evan Pritchard by New York Spirit's William Myers

IS NOTHING SACRED?

EARTH IN CRISIS
An Interview With
Evan T. Pritchard



Evan T. Pritchard is of Celtic and Native American descent, raised with the environmentally conscientious Algonquin perspective by his mother and his great aunt Helen Perley—“an outspoken Mi’kmaq activist”—with the love and respect for the Mother Earth that is so common to indigenous cultures. He is the director of the Center for Algonquin Culture based in Woodstock, New York, and is professor of Native American Studies and Philosophy at Marist College in Poughkeepsie, New York. A musician and storyteller, he lectures frequently around the United States and Canada, and is the author of a number of books, including No Word for Time (1998) and the widely read Native New Yorkers (2001).

Earlier this year, British environmental scientist James Lovelock issued a chilling warning about global warming: “We are past the point of no return.” Made famous in the 1970s by his theory of “the biocybernetic universal system tendency,” or “Gaia Theory,” in which the earth (Gaia, from the Greek) regulates itself chemically and atmospherically to promote the ideal conditions for the evolution of life, Lovelock now believes that our negligence and abuse, combined with unforeseen factors, has essentially triggered a sequence of self-destruction that is throwing the system into reverse and will result in the extinction of most forms of life. Lovelock prophesies a future, relatively near at hand, in which spasms of climate change will reduce humanity to “a broken rabble led by brutal warlords,” competing for a dwindling area of habitable space at the planet’s north and south poles. His new book, The Revenge of Gaia, is due to be released by Penguin Putnam in March.

It seemed only natural to begin this interview with Evan Pritchard by asking him what he thought of James Lovelock’s dire prophecy.

Are there any themes in either your book or Native American culture itself that reinforce Lovelock's contention that Gaia—the life-sustaining ”Mother Earth”—is taking her revenge and eliminating us from the planet? Is there anything in your book that would counter it with some measure of hope?

I take his “revenge of Gaia” idea seriously, though I would not put it quite that way. Basically the threshold he is talking of is the same thing as the “crossroads” that are in the Hopi and Algonquin prophecies, and he's saying we've crossed it. I, of course, would like to know why now, not next year or the year after. I foresee a variety of “revenges” that can't all be caused by global warming—for example, earthquakes and tsunamis. We need to use technology to subtract from, not add to the problem. Algonquin culture has very ancient roots here in the New York area, and one key to that longevity has been flexibility and adaptation. But to say it’s too late could contribute to an attitude of resignation, as in: “It’s too late to do anything now anyway.”

One of the main reasons I wrote Native American Stories of the Sacred was to create a deeper mythopoetic background to the idea that Native Americans have tools, ideas, teachings that can help us heal the earth and adapt to changing climates. I hope that this will become the foundation of future work on this subject. The book focuses on the deep environmental teachings that are buried in all world religions by studying the culture that, perhaps more than any other, never left that teaching anywhere but right there for all to see. The multicultural connections in the book help readers to see that teaching everywhere it occurs.

These stories were created at a time when the land and the people were one, but already the elders were seeing the signs as to what happens when people treat Mother Earth with disrespect. There were already prophecies stating that treating the earth poorly would lead to the destruction of mankind, and these stories in the book were intended to help children—as well as adults—find the right balance between what they wanted and what actions should be avoided in order to prevent this terrible destruction. If we had listened to these stories all along, we wouldn’t be in this position today, and if we continue to ignore these kinds of teachings, we will make Lovelock’s predictions come true.

What happens next is up to us. Lovelock says we now can only buy time, but in the ancient stories, the animals and supernatural spirit beings (such as the raven, mouse, rabbit, and coyote) often come to the rescue of the foolish humans at the last minute to bail them out.

It’s hard to predict what will happen, but global warming will cause storms and crop failure, and most certainly lead to pestilence, famine, war, and death, “the four horsemen of the apocalypse,” not to mention disease. The pestilence is already happening, as new types of infestations and infections such as Lyme disease and Ebola virus are spreading, due to environmental causes. Perhaps the pestilence itself will be enough to drive us to rethink our position on the Kyoto Protocol and other worldwide agreements. In this way, it could be said that “animals” came to our rescue. The next is epidemic disease such as bird flu, then famine, then war with, say, China, and other countries that know full well that 25 percent of the carbon dioxide that contributed to the global warming that wiped out their crops came from the United States, which discharges 5.8 billion tons of it into the atmosphere every year.

Thousands of years ago, villages around the world stressed teachings, similar to Native American teachings today, that were designed to prevent the disintegration of the village. As different villages grew, they needed different value systems in order to hold themselves together, developing the shamanistic teachings, the Taoist teaching of The Way, the Buddhist concept of the Dharma, and various expressions of the right way to live, including the Red Road of the Native American. Now that the world is one village, if we forget those ancient values, we will collapse.

There are four or five ways the great cultures of the past have collapsed: through harm to the local environment (Sumeria, Sahara); bad foreign policy (Sumeria, Sung Dynasty, British Empire, Germany); corruption (most of them!); apathy (which usually accompanies corruption); and the mismanagement of economics (too many to name here). The teaching tales of the folk cultures and their altruistic values were in place already to try to prevent this collapse—and they worked. However, for some reason, when cultures reach a dominant position in the world, they start expanding too fast, and they collapse, thanks to these same things.

The stories in my book are full of teachings that helped Native children grow up with good values, to avoid harming the environment, to get along with neighbors, to be honest and fair, to care about life, and to be frugal in trade and consumption. It is my hope, even as climatologists are claiming that we have ruined the entire globe and cannot fix it, that enough people will remember the ancient teachings to find a way to reverse the destruction of the biosphere before it’s too late.


How likely is it that we will be able to turn around climate change and gain some measure of preventive control over the loss of species and the degradation of all forms of life? Will we ever regain some ecological balance? If not, what kind of world do you foresee?

In Lovelock’s worst-case scenario, we have less than a hundred years until there are only small groups camped out at the poles. People are shrugging their shoulders and saying, “We all die eventually.” But this scenario implies a horror of mass extinction that no human has ever witnessed before, not even at Auschwitz, in Rwanda, or anyplace else. Global warming is not a day at the beach. In the worst-case scenario, bugs will go crazy, then animals, then people. Tornadoes and hurricanes will make homes suddenly disappear. Food will become scarce, water will become tainted. People will fight each other, armies will go on the march. When Verrazzano discovered what is now New York City, he saw a terrible storm approaching and set sail on a different course, unintentionally reducing the impact that smallpox, carried unknowingly by his crew, would have. The prophecies, in their most terrible aspects, could indeed come true if we don’t change our course in the face of the storm that is already upon us. This will take some navigational skill.

I think we have just enough time to turn it around, and change the way we live now. I also foresee that even if we miss that mark, great effort will be spent to slow down the process of degradation. I foresee a great Renaissance of human culture worldwide as people realize that they might not be able to accomplish anything in fifty years hence, similar to the inspired writings of a dying man.

I think of New York’s own musical immigrant Gustav Mahler, who wrote Das Lied von der Erde (Song of the Earth) and then the Ninth and Tenth symphonies, only after being diagnosed in 1907 with a fatal heart condition. He moved to New York City to conduct the New York Philharmonic and lived long enough to hear his previous symphonies played, but not the new ones. It makes me wonder if our greatest achievements as humans will only be heard thousands of years later by visitors to this planet as they sort through our remains. I think we can do better!

I support the radical junglification of New York and other cities, and I think that the “green architecture” as developed by John and Nancy Todd, the Native American architectural pioneer Douglas Cardinal, and New York’s own award-winning Makrand Bhoot (the other kind of Indian), will help us avoid this “dying man” scenario. New York should be at the forefront of this amazing movement. In fact, it has already started, with the new Bank of America building near Times Square, which is moderately “green” but on a large scale.

We have the resources, and we know how to make living buildings that do not add to but actually help alleviate pollution. However, we must overcome the technical problems of electric cars, and use even more public transportation than we do now in and around New York. The spirit of the Algonquin Landkeepers is still strong on Manhattan Island; we can find inspiration in them as to how to make this transition, to get ourselves off the dead-end road we’re speeding down and onto the Red Road again, which, as the Hopi say, leads to a world where children will be safe to grow up.

Could you comment on Lovelock's concept of Gaia—the earth as a self-perpetuating living organism—and what it shares in common with Native American philosophy? Also on what Native prophecies portend for the future?

Every Native language has a different way of referring to “Mother Earth.” They all basically mean the same thing. This word “mother” implies that we are little children, that we are from her womb, that we depend on her for our food and for wisdom as to how to live our lives—and that she loves us as a mother loves her children. All these things we attribute to the earth, the planet on which we live. It also implies that she is a living being with thoughts of her own, and a being with which, at certain sacred moments, we can talk, share, and give gifts. We can cry on her shoulder, raise our arms in defense of her, and lament for her unhappiness.

In spite of this wonderful relationship, prophecies of countless tribes and nations foretell the possibility of a day when she can no longer sustain us—that if we do not follow the old teachings, she will make certain adjustments in order to balance herself that will not be to our liking. Some elders say it will be like a dog shaking off so many fleas. The Washo stories of the Water Babies, for example, imply that the forces of nature are not to be taunted or tested, and that the earth has guardians that are so powerful that they can level whole villages with a thought.

We are not the only ones who belong to Mother Earth—there are millions of species, our brothers and sisters, in fact. If we are beating up on our brothers and sisters, we will be sent away from this beautiful home like prodigal sons and daughters. Whether it is wisdom or anger and revenge that causes a loving parent to make this decision is not for me to say, but it is done to protect the rest of the family from harm. The animals, trees, reptiles, fish, and frogs are all family to us, and yet even as they’re being born deformed we don’t change our behavior. Is it so unimaginable that a loving mother such as Gaia would spank us, or even send us out into the cold to die in order to protect the others? In the old stories, it is the other animals who find a way to reach us humans, to convince us to stop and think about what we are doing. We come from a good family. We need to listen to their advice, and it doesn’t get transmitted in words, but in nonverbal ways.


What exactly is “sacred” for the Native American? All life? The whole manifestation? Perhaps the question is, what is not?

In my use of this word “sacred,” I refer to that which is eternal, that which is beyond human improvement, that which should not be changed. I chose stories that were not sacred stories per se—not to be interpreted or changed—but those that referred to the sacred: everyday, fun stories. However, the Algonquin elders say that everywhere you stand is sacred, and every day is sacred—in fact, that all life is sacred. I also believe this, and feel that everything that lives has a place in the sacred hoop of life.

Nature is sacred in a different way—not exactly eternal, not exactly beyond human improvement. Part of our purpose is to interact with nature, to be a part of it, to “comb the mother’s hair” by collecting fallen branches for our hearth fires, to collect acorns, and to keep the deer and beaver population in balance. However, we are not to dig out or remove whole sections of the earth, or destroy any species of local plant or animal. All holes should be refilled eventually—even subway holes, in the long run.

Human life is sacred in a third way. Its sacredness lies in the four gifts that are always changing and growing: our name, which tells us of our mission in life (about which we are always learning more), our free will (which changes its mode of expression every day), our language (which we should be free to use creatively), and our peace of heart and mind (which we must regain every day).


When you speak of the Red Road teachings—or the Native American spiritual philosophy—and equate it with the Mi’kmaq “way of truth,” the Cherokee “way of good,” the Navajo “beauty way,” and in similar spiritual precepts of other cultures, beyond the Native American, what is the thematic thread that you see running through all of them?

The three levels of sacredness I just mentioned can also be found in the descriptions of the Way of the Tao, the Buddhist Dharma, the Hebrew Halakha, the Egyptian Ma’at, the Islamic Shari’a, and others. There is the way of the eternal, in other words, the Way of Heaven. There is the way of Nature, also known as the Pure Land. Thirdly, there is the Way that Humankind Should Live. All three are sacred in different ways. The same can be said of the Red Road.


What role does storytelling play in the Native American spiritual life?

Stories are the essence of mythopoetics, which is the essence of culture. The history of the human race is nothing more than a story told to a child. Stories must have conflicts between characters, good and evil must be addressed in some way—ignorance and knowledge, innocence and experience. Without story, we remember nothing. Jesus, Buddha, Muhammad, all used stories to convey their teachings; it’s how children learn, and adults too. Stories are lessons in 3-D: they present objects and events without direct evaluation, and it is up to us to look at them from all sides, like a sculpture in our minds.

We learn these stories before we have the faculties to reject or censor them, and they become a part of us; they mold our values and opinions. But stories generally do have values to impart, and we have to be careful what we are teaching through them.


Do all Native American stories of the sacred have a moral or practical point to make? Which ones best express the higher concept of the right way to live? What are the major lessons to be learned from these stories?

All the stories have moral and ethical points to make. All are expressions of the Red Road teachings, only many of them are presented in the inverse, which is a very effective teaching tool. For example, one of the best ways to teach about the Ashtangikamarga, or the Eightfold Path as taught by the Buddha, is to teach of the consequences of its opposite. What if we were told a terrible lie about our friend? We would not have right understanding, and would therefore not have right thinking about him. We would then speak badly of him, and then this might lead to actions that weren’t right either. This situation could only be corrected by the Eightfold Path, more carefully followed.

Likewise, the Native American stories often show us the right way (which the Mi’kmaq call Agoolamz) in reverse, in order to show us the chain of unpleasant events that can follow, so that we can make our own decisions and not feel we’re being lectured. There are no eight steps along the Red Road, but there are four directions, corresponding with the four parts of the self—the body, the heart, the mind, and the spirit—all of which want to be in balance. All of these stories, either directly or inversely, teach respect for Mother Earth and for all beings upon it (creatures, plants, rocks), and this definitely includes human beings of all sizes and shapes and colors—including ourselves, with all our flaws.


Would you say that “The earth does not belong to us; we belong to the earth” expresses the essence of the right way to live? If so, could you elaborate on the implications of this statement—the consequences of not living life according to this principle, and the state the earth might be in if we did live according to this principle?

This saying was originally attributed to a certain speech by Chief Seattle. In fact, it has been said for thousands of years by elders across North America, in every language of this land. This is the message behind each of these stories, and it does indeed express the essence of the right way to live on the earth. We have minds and hearts that are connected to the earth, and spirits that live on, somewhere beyond this earth, but our bodies are of the clay and soil of this planet, and we cannot live long without respecting that fact. While we live, if we ignore or think harmful thoughts about our bodies and the connection we have with the earth, we will soon lose our hearts; we will eventually lose our minds; and when that happens, we will lose our souls. It’s that simple.

What we are seeing now is that large numbers of people are afraid to speak up in defense of Mother Earth, and it’s a strange silence. The consequences of not belonging to the earth are that the earth will no longer continue to serve us and help us. Whether this reversal will seem like “revenge” as foreseen by Lovelock in his new book, or whether it will be more of a crippling, a falling away of the beauty of the earth, remains to be seen. Our prayers will show us the way both as individuals and as a race. We can’t rely on mass communication alone to end this silence. We must communicate what we know to our friends and family.


Were the pre-Columbian Amerindian cultures living in a kind of state of grace in which this principle was widely or universally observed? Or was it as little or sporadically observed as it is now? What lesson might be learned from the destruction and subjugation of cultures living the Way by cultures dedicated to an opposing way of life?

I always make a distinction between “traditional” Natives and Native culture as a whole. The old stories are filled with characters such as “The Boy Who Got Mad at the Sun” (also known as “The Boy Who Snared the Sun”), who do not follow the traditional teachings and get into lots of trouble. We laugh at his efforts to snare the sun; meanwhile, we build dams that snare the rivers, make nuclear bombs that snare the atom, and launch ships that snare whales and dolphins. When we finally learn to snare the sun only through solar panels, we’ll have learned a traditional lesson: respect, and proper use of our resources.

Traditional teachings in Native culture about how to leave no traces on the earth are very exact, and, I think, sound a little extreme to those entranced by twenty-first-century culture, but those are the teachings. They’re getting harder and harder to live by in their pure form. I don’t always live up to them, but they’re constantly on my mind. There have always been Native Americans who felt those rules didn’t apply to them, but they are good rules to live by. We all are quasi-traditional to varying degrees, but the traditional teachings don’t change.

The first explorers were often crazy people who weren’t welcomed at home. They were welcomed here, by and large, and wore out that welcome in record time. It is that restless conquering spirit, implanted in the New World at that time, which has led to some of our problems. Enron’s motto, “Get in, get out!” which led to trillions of dollars of damage to the economy, can be traced back to the wild west, and to the conquerors of this land, like Columbus and de Soto. Environmentally speaking, where else are we going to go? The Native culture, which takes things slow, is a good balance to that. Some of those who followed the conquerors were often kind, with good intentions, and it was these salt-of-the-earth working immigrants who often intermarried with the Natives, and whose earth-minded descendants are still here today. They know that “the earth does not belong to us,” and are not the problem, regardless of ethnicity.


What do you see as the force that contributes the most to the loss of life and the decline of wisdom? What can we do to oppose it and turn it around?

As seen in the story “Co-no, The World’s Greatest Gambler,” addiction is probably the most dangerous element that nature has placed inside of us. Addiction gets worse when fed by loowaywoodee, an Algonquin word meaning “bad things in my heart.” We say that poor communication leads to confusion, confusion leads to fear, fear to anger, and anger to violence. These all are loowaywoodee. We also know that, according to “the Way of the Heron,” the Algonquin path of conflict resolution—one of the four paths to wholeness—we can find ways to resolve all conflicts through good communication skills. This will reduce the inner emotional pain that feeds addictions.

We have a lot of inner pain these days, and it leads us into further addictions to materialistic solutions, to entertainment, oil consumption, junk food, alcohol, and drugs. All of these things weaken our connection with the spirit, the true source of wisdom, of which a warm heart and clear mind can only be good servants. Addictions can cut us off from spirit, and can destroy our hearts and minds as well, not to mention the medical problems they cause. The solution is as old as the hills—it’s communication.

We need to meet lies with facts and truth. We need to say that global warming is a fact, and that there isn’t much time, even if Lovelock, Hansen, and Lovejoy and others are wrong. We need to point out that 24 to 26 percent of the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere has its origins in the United States, that everyone but us acknowledges that, and that the underlying cause is an addiction to oil and power. One of the strongest cures for addiction is passionate devotion to something we love. Religion may not always be rational, or even wise, but it’s a powerful cure for self-destructive addictions of all kinds—sometimes a less destructive kind of addiction—and this has been the salvation of millions. If we are as passionately devoted to nature as we are to our addictions, it could really help us break the yoke of addiction to refined oil and all the other unnatural things we crave.


Native American creation stories, like those of other indigenous cultures, and like the Judeo-Christian one, for that matter, are mythical in nature. Although they teach a healthy respect for the environment and for the planet as a living entity, they are not what you would call “scientific.” Are the facts of the geological record, as well as of the evolution of species, taught to Native American schoolchildren today—and accepted as reality by the majority of Native Americans?

I concern myself mostly with preserving what we call the “traditional viewpoint.” However, I come into contact with thousands of Native Americans in the United States and Canada, so I have an idea of prevailing notions that are not traditional. The old stories are meant to pique our interest in subjects, not give us final answers. The “creation stories” are of several types, but all serve to fire up our interest in the origins of all life. Some are “fictional,” as are most of those in my book, and were only told in winter, as entertainment. They were vehicles for important ethical and moral teachings, and occasionally contained zoological facts, such as the fact that birds don’t have marrow in their wing bones (“Deer and Blue Jay”) and that the wren sounds upset before a storm (“Coyote and Wren”). Truly “sacred” stories (and there are a few woven into the book but not featured) are considered to be true by traditional families; however, we of this time have lost the secret of interpreting them. I occasionally come across clues as to how and why they are true, but it’s not my position to explain.

A huge percentage of professional Native Americans today who have advanced degrees are working in environmental or natural science, and that includes the study of evolution. Many feel obligated to be overly careful and exact in their methods of research so as to not be stereotyped as “primitive,” and end up excelling in their field. However, there are gaps in those theories, as there are with the “Bering Strait Theory,” and Natives will be the first to point them out. Schoolteachers and professors are in an especially difficult position, and will stress the areas where story and science agree—for example, the teaching that if we take care of Mother Earth, she will take care of us—the inverse of which is now very easy to see.


You deal at some length with the pervasiveness of gambling in Native cultures, and its metaphysical role as a means of determining and attaining spiritual insight and power. Is there some reason the gambling games that you describe seem to rely almost exclusively on chance—rather than psychological or intellectual skill, like playing poker or other card games involving when to wager and when to pass?

Yes, this struck me as very curious, but logical too. There are many Native American games of skill; for example, bagettaway (lacrosse) has always been a game people gambled on, and card games are popular among Native Americans today too. But yes, there seems to be a preference for games of pure chance. There are three original uses of gambling: as an oracle for foretelling the future, as a way of testing personal power, and for conflict resolution. In each case, the less the intellect can interfere with the process, the purer the result. If both parties in a conflict have equal claim to a property and equal entitlement, or equally convincing sides of a story, a game of chance would determine the winner, like drawing straws, as people still do today. Certainly, an oracle that can be manipulated by the reader is not worth much, and a game of chance that can be manipulated by skill is called “fixed,” and does not show the will of spirit but of deception.


Does the historical role of gambling in Native cultures have a direct (or even indirect) connection to the recent historical development of major profit-making with casinos? Would that metaphysical aspect of gambling still apply in the casino context?

In the book, I take a “two sides of the story” position on this difficult issue. The first side is that gambling has always been an important and even healthy part of Native American culture, and that it was used for sacred purposes. (I devote a whole chapter to this: “Wager for the World.”) The second side is that gambling, especially when taken out of a sacred context, can become highly addictive and destructive to society, as described in horrible detail in the story “Co-no, The World’s Greatest Gambler.” Some Native Americans go to these new casinos, which are all computer-driven and -controlled, hoping to gain that metaphysical experience of tilting the odds with their presence, but I don’t think it’s possible, and I think there is a danger of falling into gambling addiction anyway.

I support traditional gambling, especially as it was used in the old days, for conflict resolution; as an oracle; and to test one’s intuitive powers; and I prefer that to computer-driven casinos, some of which are better run than others. New York State has aggressively pursued Native American involvement in the building of casinos in the past ten or so years, and gains control over the tribal councils this way, and also raises money for the state budget by keeping most of the money. The upshot is, “Don’t blame Native Americans if you don’t like government-run casinos!” And I would hope that more of that money would go towards making New York City—and the world—carbon-neutral and pollution-free.

Evan T. Pritchard’s Web site:
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

March 8th, looking back to March 1st.




Evan Pritchard, starting pitcher for the left wing Irish Algonquin Team.
Look out for that curve ball.
Wednesday March 8th, 2006: I took the car in (Hyundai Kingston)under warrantee and they diagnosed and replaced a spark plug for free. Meanwhile I got a chance to look through the Robert Jay ms and while sitting in the "quiet room" (a wonderful idea) I looked through it and realized a way to structure it using the ten facts of truth as an outline also the five insights and other means. They could each become chapter headings. inisde the large ms of loose leaf papers for RJ, I found a student's missing reflection papre on The Pathfinder. I called him on my cell. I read the morning paper and saw the Patriot Act had been modified by Democrats, I saw US beat Mexico 2-0, I saw that Kaz M finally got a triple. I saw that Dae Sung Koo was let go. I read how "activist.....Dana Reeves.. suddenly died of lung cancer although she does not smoke cigarettes." She had had chemo but only a few months ago, and said she was recovering. The paper said that lung cancer at her age was very unusual.. of course you know what I think....Bob Marley, another activist who came down suddenly with cancer. Dana should have smoked a few joints like Bob Marley did, to extend his life after getting cancer. Maybe she got some gift boots from ...the same person Bob Marley did just before his cancer appeared.
Terry Bradshaw was on Imus this morning, new movie, first serious role, with Cathy Bates. I went to school with a cathy bates but this one was from Tennessee.
Then I went to Joe the Chiropractic and got a long overdue adjustment, then the receptionist looked up my records and found the first record was for Sept. 1995, but I was sure I had visited with Dr Pat in 1994, so this is my 12th year with Dr. Joe and friends. However I am not among the oldest of clients, he said there were whole families who'd been with him since 1988. I said, 'And they'll continue to be the senior patients...unless..... " we both said, ..."unless they drop dead..." The receptionist was shocked. It was pretty funny. Joe really cares about his people, in fact he helped me buy my current car.
Then I went to Marist and ran into Venk Kandadai and I created a blogsite for him called WisdomofVenk which turned out great. I showed him my various blogs and part of the power point. He wrote in his profile at http://wisdomofvenk.blogspot.com that he wanted to go to Columbia. He also listed No Word For Time as a favorite book. I also showed him peopleofmanitou.blogspot.com.
I mentioned the student I thought should do a paper on Hinduism, and asked him about the temple on All Angels Hill Road, he said you turn left at (Herks?) and you see signs.
He went to tutor I went to lunch, but before I did I checked phone messages and found a troubling message from an upset DJ from the Native Ameircan Book Store, apparently there was a problem with the event of March 22.
I ckecked my emails and didn't get past the first one, from KT. I started to answer, and as I did I realized this situation was serious and saved the email message for further editing. I called DJ and left a message indicating that there had been a misunderstanding, but that I didn't know exactly what.
I also called Gordon Bailey back and left two messages about our starting a new church together in NYC.
I did finally have lunch and ran into the autistic girl mentioned earlier and we had a nice talk, the first since finals ended last year. i noticed she had put stickers all over her cell phone. I asked if she painted her walls, she said she'd like to but she wasn't that good a painter. Then she showed me that she had absolutely covered all her books with the shiny stickers. Plastered them. I thought it was very interesting. Its a way of claiming your objects as part of yourself and therefore not other. PL, another "Indigo Child" does it with paintings of flowers.

It is a fairly warm day for early March and I walked around with just the suit jacket around campus. I went back to the lab and worked on this.
I heard that my brother was hired back at a job in a plant business, being close to nature, and got a raise and a promotion. Sister Rainbow has a new puppy, who is jealous of her talking to other species. I talked to folks on cell phone standing on the edge of the Hudson at sunset with trains passing on the other side. I'm working piecemeal on various internet projects and school work. My eyes are still burning from the power point project. I explained to my Micmac mother what a power point was. She thought it was a way of arguing. Maybe it is. She said Barbara D'andrea (from NO Word For Time stories) still remembers that I was the one that formed the basis of the Red Willow Society and brought the traditional Micmacs to the US. My father read The Bob Cratchet of Shea today on the web, and really liked it, and forwarded it to Lynn. I said I was thinking of him when I wrote it, as he has always been a big fan of A Christmas Carol and Bob Cratchet.It made me happy to see that he found it without me telling him. I then told him a "readers digest of those articles is now on the front webpage for MLB, which is one of the most popular web pages in the world, and must get 10 million viewers a day. Nerds love baseball!
I see Dan black and Igor are both working the library desk at the same time. We are all supportive of Igors book and may choose to work together. An article comes out tomorrow in the Circle by Dan.
I got two lecture offers today. I am becoming superstitious of counting those chickens in my blog before they hatch, but they are both very very nice! Code word
Rowers and Drummers. One is for April 22, the day I was supposed to do the walking tour for free.
I got an email from Erik Baard formerly of the Village Voice wanting to get together.

I had lunch at the KAF today.

Tuesday March 7th, 2006: I had a late start due to the printer not working, but made good time to school so I could print out the test questions. It turns out I had skipped over one of the most important quesitons in the review session, but had to ask it anyway, so I declared a half point system on that item. We had gone over this question several times in class, but not on the day of the review. The students seemed okay with that. I handed back all papers. EW had read all the material on Dharma for her discussion project, and I got the idea that she should change the topic of her term paper from Roman to Hindu culture. She was open to the idea, in fact by coincidence she was wearing a pale orange that reminded me of modern Hindu meditation wear. I suggested she find Autobiogrpahy of a Yogi. I said Hindu culture tends to be very optimistic and positive, and that she'd been going through some hard times lately, some bad luck. (I was intuiting this)
She said she'd just been in a car accident the day before. I said "That's bad luck, I'd say!"I wanted to mark this day because I think (intuit) that something really good will come out of this for EW.
Students seemed pretty cheerful upon leaving the midterm test room.
James Smith, future NBA star, came over to talk; he said they knew that the Iona game was basically the championship; they felt they could beat St. Peters and go on from there, but knew that Iona was tough. I said there must have been some element of revenge, as Marist upset them a month ago (see beginning of this blog) He said yes there was vengeance in their hearts. James said he was from Maine, Bethel Mnt I said my family was from Old Orchard. Small world. I wondered to myself if he was Micmac. I had said to the class that Iona won the MAAC but that Marist came close.
I talked to Wally a while. He's always bringing up things about cultural history I never heard of; I don't always known what to say but I tell him its good that he does that so I'm not the only one source all the time.
I worked in the library, Dan lent me a copy of harpers monthly. I talked to Diego about sports, he went to Albany and saw the Marist game and said that the defense was overwhelmed in the second half. Two guys on Iona scored 30 points.
ALl four of my basketball students have been in the papers every day, Times Herald, NY Post sometimes, POJO every day. Cool headed Jared Jordan led the nation in assists and was elected to the all MAAC team, as was red shirt Ryan Stilphen.
I had taken the ESPN mag and decided to write up the article about David Wright now that I had a new mlb blog. It came out good. I printed it out and showed it to Diego who is a sports broadcasting major.
I ran into....can't remember, a student that used to come to Citizenship Thinktank alot. He said he'd gotten a scholarship to London to study alternative dispute resolution, and we talked about that for a while. It was weird that he got a scholarship and DLP didn't. I had a weird sense of time today, it kept whizzing by. I wanted to see Harry Potter again, but was eating dinner at school and the time just whizzed by the one showing.

Monday, March 6th, 2006 a pleasant day in retreat. I was so tired I needed tons of sleep. A friend chided me for being a bum. I said I'd planned this sleep all week, and if you say you're going to sleep ahead of time, you're not a bum. Bums don't plan ahead. That seemed like an acceptible answer.
I took a walk with Ellis and E took a picture of me in a green Mets tee shirt in front of Left Field card shop, and one or two by the river.
I worked on the computer for a while, resaving my pictures in usable formats. I went on MLB site front page and noticed the baseball blogs, and there weren't that many of them taken, and it was $5 a month, so I set one up for Amazine1, a sort of "readers digest" version. I ended up staying up til 3 AM and got tired all over again, but it was a big step forward in a way, as the traffic should be better.
There are alot of software issues on that site. I wanted to put in the photo of me and DLP at Shea that Shoshana took, so I imported the picture called Shoshanas picture, and it turned out to me an artistic photo of a girls back, a girl who apparently had no clothes on. There was nothing obscene about the picture of the girls back, but it violated MLB's strict rules, yet teh delete button did not work!!! That's why I was up all night! I suddenly knew how Lady MacBeth felt with that stain..."Out damn blogspot!!!" I kept trying to delete that artistically beautiful and tasteful but technically inappropriate photo from my photo gallery. They said all photos should be relevant to the subject of baseball. I kept looking at that lady's back and thinking, "How can I relate this to baseball?" After about an hour, it just disappeared by itself. Shoshana is very sick these days and was in teh hospital on Monday, so I think this is Gods way of keeping her in my mind so I pray for her recovery, though she is not religious in any denomination. I did put out tobacco for her on Sunday.


Sunday, March 5th, 2006, Worked hard on final touches to the hour long power point on Inwwod Hill Park. I got a message from Ray Harrel at Magic Circle Opera Co. Apparently there was a big fight over the meaning of the word Nyack and I am one of the most quoted people on this issue. Sand Hill Cherokee say there is an old Cherokee word meaning point of stones. There is also a Creek word Newyakka, which means "new Yorker." I said the first had a common Mayan/Nuatl root, and the second was simply a dialect version of New Yorker, different word. Then we talked for about two hours about everything.
I mentioned I was writing this string quartet, and he said he needed Native American songs by Native composers. I said this was a baroque flavored piece, but it was exactly as I heard it in my dream. He said any music written from a dream was Native AMerican in another way.

We took a walk and my photographer friend took picture for the new mlb baseball site, several in fact, and also for St Patricks Day.
I put on my shoes at one point and there was a sharp point in one but it went away. I just had enough time to pull together a written report for the Inwood Hill Park Rangers, 35 pp with footnotes and explanation, a text only reprint of the power point and a full reprint of the power point, plus a CD/DVD of the power point to donate to the center. It turned out to be really important, because the guy who hired me John Wells, had been temporarily transferred and would never see it otherwise, and Bill missed most of it due to a lighting crisis at the center. Apparently there had been a number of star speakers there, including the great David Oestreicher and ...John (?)Kraft, but one of the employees there said I was the most interesting. So that's when I gave him the powerpoint DVD and printout sets. This helped inspire them to hire me back for the next month's event! Well worth all the extra trouble.
Got to Inwood Hill in plenty of time and took a walk, got photos of the rock. watched a black poodle running his fuzzy ass off after a rubber ball, it was fascinating, he was radiating such bouncy energy.
Got back and found that the "computer" was a notebook laptop and was not totally up to the task of a 58 slide powerpoint with lots of animation. After a while it uploaded and after a while I could get through the slides by pushing forward and reverse, but the animation didni't work for the most part.
The talk had been announced on short notice, mostly with posters, and it was great to see all these people crawl out from under rocks and arrive from all directions on foot carrying their Evan Pritchard books under their arms to be signed. It was one of those beautiful moments where the voice of the people was heard. I have a following!
One woman said that Native New Yorkers was a sleeper, that it had finally caught on, and everyone is talking about it. She said it took people four years to just read it, tehre is so much content. I said that the paperback was coming out just in time for them to read it again.

Saturday March 4th: This was the former Inaugeration Day in Washington's time ,easy to remember for those who wish to march forth into life boldly with both eyes open. I worked all day on pulling together the power point, my first "power point movie." I was learning new tricks all the time, and added alot of animation and clips of music, some of which were funny. I also was able to watch the Independent Oscars for most of the show, then had to turn it off.
I went wtih Ellis to see a blues concert with Bobby Kyle and Darin Lewis the black upright bass player.
Bobby is a white blues singer and guitarist of the highest order, I told him he reminded me of David Clayton Thomas, and he made a sound like, wow I hope so. Both Ellis and I thought of Paul Butterfield too.
We all talked afterwards and it turns out Lewis is from Chevy Chase and is two years or less younger than me and we know alot of the same people, like David Eaton, one of Americas first black TV talk show hosts and a UU minster and friend of ML King (see photo). Small world. We had both seen Paul Butterfield and the Blues Project, and had heard of but not seen Roy Buchanan.
Before the concert I talked to Mr Smith who runs the historical society and The Columns museum, and we talked about his collection. The town is in an uproar over an issue with a monument to Tom Quick. He said it was in an undisclosed location pending the end of the fighting . I said I thought I could help. He said hed meet me next Wed and his wife would lend me a book on Francis Craft. I would tell them what I knew about the unmarked artifacts.
There was alot of great art work on auction, but the concert was a fund raiser too. They are trying to raise money to put a new roof on this ancient and historic edifice. It is one of the better community-run museums around.

We were all pretty tired after the concert, and Bobby was obviously sleep deprived. We were talking about seeing a good movie, and it turns out The Peacemaker with Geoge Clooney was on TV, and we watched that.

Friday March 3rd, 2006: I was thinking, "I really have to get to work on time, so I'll check my messages, and I wont call back unless its really imporant. As luck would have it, I got a message from Depsimanna, "Greasewood Flower Girl" of the Hopi, who was once caretaker of Dan Evehema, the eldest of the Hopi (who died in 1999) which is funny because I'd just made a duplicate of a video, a documentary in which she had starred. This is a coincidence because I hadn't spoken to her or seen the video in many many years, since before 9-11, for sure. She is very psychic. We once toured together for the Hopi, talking of the prophecies to groups of people.
We talked on the phone for 15 minutes. She is going to Holland soon. She invited me out to New Mexico for a conference, but I did not commit as of yet. She had been very ill and out of contact, and I was concerned she might no longer be with us, but she sure is! She had left California years ago and left no phone number.
I was also making an email list and wanted her on it, and so when she called she gave me her email for the list. Very small world. We talked about our friend Oanness Pritzger too.
All of us were at Belonging To Mother Earth, a massive conference with a thousand medicine men and women, organized along the lines of No Word For Time by Richard Schneider, a friend of Depsimana. Both are friends of Janet Cutting's.

I met with L and we went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. (I think this was today) L said it was cute. It made me realize that the power point project was my current test of strength and I'd better do a good job. The movie refreshed my determination. I threw myself into it later that night.

Thursday March 2nd, it was a snowy day, but it looked like we'd have school, not that bad. I mailed the Fed Ex pacakge to Paul English after looking all day for an open Fed Ex shop, very difficult ordeal to mail the original of the Medicine Wheel design to him. I did alot of errands, then called school to find that all classes were cancelled. This meant my midterm Ethics review was cancelled. That created a very strange situation. The class had broken their word to me to support Marist basketball if I let them out a little early. Most did not go! Now God was sending them their karma, erasing the review period with little snow flakes from heaven. I mailed out alot of bills while standing int he post office. I ran into my old friend Tarak Singh, and there was Major, (( call him Maha Dog, as Maha means major in sanskrit)) one of the most popular dogs in Woodstock. Tarak invited me to dinner some time. I agreed.
I also did laundry, graded papers and mailed stuff back to the Pequot.
Today was supposed to be the day that Lovelock's Revenge of Gaia was being released in the US> Guess what? Its not even on Amazon, and B and N's website has no trace of it. Its a missing person.

Wednesday, March 1st This is the day I relaunched Resonance Magazine. It was first launched in 1986, then went out of service in 1996. Now in 2006, the twentieth anniversary of my publishing company and of resonance magazine, I am relaunching it as a weblog! Or in fact a cluster of weblogs. I had a complete vision in my head today as to how it should look and be structured. It would be a blog cluster, which 12 or so permanent posting folders that would change and only hold the most recent articles on each subject. Then those would link the reader to the separate blogzines which would act both as archives and separate magazines.
I also created the blog evansearthwatch today, to go with the Magazine idea. I updated Resonancemagazine.blogspot.com on March 3rd, completing the initial stage.
A new month begins. Lots to do. Mostly, to type up notes from the last two weeks of February; sorry folks for the delay. Tomorrow is the US release of Lovelock’s book Revenge of Gaia, and also the start of the World Baseball Cup, which will distract media attention away from Lovelock. I don’t know why I didn’t get a call to play for the United Algonquian-People’s team; I was checking my voice mail, but no calls. Last night I dreamt many strange dreams, one of which was in the future, and the Bush administration would not leave, but continued making larger and larger weapons, until all the money was spent. I also dreamt about a blonde haired pianist—we were working on Believe Me (one of mine) and then when it was time to play for an important person, he went crazy. He was trying to play in the dark and with the lid closed, acting nuts. It turns out his mother had just died and he was using cocaine. There were a lot of us in this peace building community, and we found sliced up old pictures of him and his mother and were very concerned. There were deep trenches outside, and I helped people climb out of them with my hands lifting their feet. I also dreamt about trying to fix my car, or was it someone else’s? I found a ring on my finger I had never seen before! A young man came in telling the mechanics about his trip to Canada, saying he was part Algonquin, they weren’t interested.