Reflection from the West Coast – Ehecatl Acoustic Tour – May 2009
With the west coast acoustic Ehecatl tour beginning in San Diego and ending in Casper California. The 2 ½ week journey brought many teachings to all involved.
Teachings from San Diego, of many forms and no forms. A history of struggle and resistance to racism, poverty, oppression, repression and police brutality; all have found to be evident, clear, true and dimensional.
Where the arteries and veins of a city run right over a sacred zone, collage of historical movements, murals of a determined people and a native alter for the dancing spirit beings. Here our relatives in San Diego have cleared the brush with respect and re-established a collage of inspirations.
Just a guitar, a back pack, medicine and a camcorder. A grey hound bus filled with natives, indigenous workers, fathers, brothers and uncles. All going up the coast. 4:00am, next stop Salinas.
Watsonville’s native youth collecting ideas, writing their agenda, circled for a closing prayer because everyday is an advancement in their spiritual reality. Here berets are not worn on their heads but worn on their hearts, and their understanding of a world where many worlds can exist is seen clearly from their love and respect given to the Ehecatl tour group.
Driving up the highway towards San Jose one can witness the tree nations dancing with the wind relative. They both create a song only heard from an old native grandfather flute.
Spirits follow this 4 wheel vehicle for miles, to the heart of San Jose. On roof tops, living rooms and “way of life” centers, we witness the alters burning in every place of breath, poetry and lines.
Poets of dark skinned two spirits, speakers of turtle medicine, of wind energy, of the lightest color on the sacred hoop; to the darkest of the crew. On the side the children and star nation teachings of reflection and Tescatlipoka in an ocean of obsidian mirrors; one can notice the strong heart of many hearts. The vision was clear.
One can not deny the spiritual travel we knew about, we were reminded again, like a Déjà vu upside down.
A living room somewhere in Berkley filled with warriors one evening and couple left in the morning to pack up; to leave towards Babylon.
This area is at Bay, but the strong woman energy is the palm to this world. Its like a flute player, playing her music for all living beings. Her fingers dancing an old traditional dance, not danced in centuries.
At the Women’s Building, some came but felt the presence of healing spirit that is shapeless, formless and invincible. The simplicity of this living being that teaches with not one answer but 1000 answers at a time.
Ravens dancing outside with the hummingbird, observing a doctoring ceremonial pool of evolution.
Can Willits win its place in the last stronghold? Or is the stronghold already fluid like a river that is not too far from growers?
One can hear the flute being played by a beautiful spirit. The sound in the wind and the wind is the sound. Our relative Ehecatl the soundtrack to our travel and place of rest.
Where we rest our heads is where our dreams fall from our hair, sprinkling star medicine and leaving a trade for a dance and food. Where we rest our feet is where the next dance will begin. Fingers dancing, lips caressing the wind, our words are silent and easy to hear because of its simple breeze.
My mouth transforms into a flute and what we all say will be like spirits whistling and doctoring at a ceremonial universe.
How happy we’ve seen the smile of young and old. How happy it is to see the Grand father Sun greet us for the good work we’ve all done together.
This song, this soundtrack of flutes to all our lives has left a seed to be nurtured and grown by creative, intelligent, soulful, humble and beautiful human beings. This will be carried for generations to come….
Ehecatl Tlazocamati
Aho’