Somas, Food of the Gods AUG-08-07 TOM CHACON

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S omas, the food of gods

The moonlight is brightly lit, shadows at night increase our innate desires to hunt,

we move forward, as the winters are lasting far too long. The buffalo have all beenslaughtered, killed by the thousands and their bones are stacked high, now they are scarce. I

pity the wrath of their vengeance, although we all will feel the loss. Skulls are left

unburied, sun bleached, my heart says for they know not what they have done, still they are

to be punished, to ride the currents of time, to see how much damaged has been done. Thecompany is aware that we have watchers, all the hillsides and cliffs we posted sentries,

young warriors to keep a diligent eye on the passes, each of the trailheads have been beaten

down by sheer numbers, masses of people are moving west. They bring enlightenment, books full of illusionary quests that fill the mind of illusionary dead people; for what they

preach, has glory for only one cause their cause. They eliminated our connection to the

earth, the moon, and then blatantly inviting pure evil, carnages empowers their knowledge.Land grabbers, erecting walls everywhere, hidding behind them shamefully, selfish goals,

greed little people with hunger in their eyes. They bleed from the eyes yearningunattainable wants, never knowing we already have what we need. Many have been taught

to waste, hordes of greedy souls, breeding the dead, for they are keepers of the faith whomkill for sport. Poor is the living yet to cross the trails, for the power of the sleeping souls

will rise and taunt the favors of these evil displays of man. All the creatures of the day and

night, those who lived under the trees too include creatures high up in the sky, they all have been pillaged or raped and chased into frenzies of fear; they spread far away from the

natural comforts of earth.

It is then when I first learned that Wapato was to be my mentor, the willed evidence

of my incorrigible need to learn, likewise I was intent to follow his thoughts. We had a

natural tendency to try out the powers innately developed by my own people of the sun, pagans they would call us, savages. Our plight was simple; we learned their curious ways,

as they too tried to learn ours, and they would keep records of our accomplishments,

exuberantly displaying us to crowds of onlookers, crowds of hungry eyes. My first visit to



their city of large permanent dwellings, I was awestricken, seeing statues of the dead,

erected in favor of individual accomplishments, they amazed me with magical books,

record keepers, always writing events down for them to later on thus unfold the deeds,eagerly displaying self-versions of something, or recreating the deeds for gainful wants.

Collections of such deeds were sent to others to regard it as magical, mystical witchery.

Although if it benefited the pockets of such record keepers it was self invented, such as themagnetic attributes of our musical of nature, songs that entice inner spirits, or telepathy, or

sharing the privately explicit ways of our forefathers, the words of charms, our collections

of food for the heart as well as the mind, Somas.

I would show off my knowledge as well, for I had learned our ways far before the

invasions came, I knew the demise of the people of the sun was eminent. We had reached

our pinnacle of oneness with mother earth, we had formed allegiances with her, forgettingto gather our strengths in numbers thus being able to collectively protect that one giver the

earth, and the sky. The waters of life have been taken for granted, for a baby would

naturally expect the tit from a mother, so did the invators, as the spat live given fortunes

upon eachothers feet.. We have neglected the simple fact to shelter her, Gia from our inner self. The push pull of nature, the light and dark forces have also been growing along side

the children, we have let the mother earth down, collectively, and still the blessing aregranted, but only shortly, for the buffalo alone cannot save the inner spirits of the earth, her

soul is taxed by man’s own developments, curiosity.thus is the multitudes compounded a

willed of greed, such as the earth has never beared, we collectively allowed this, by not building alliances for her protection, we shall all bear the wrath of a demise, such as only

nature could weild.

The people of the sun have wandered far too long, away from unity, family spiritualawareness that teaches unity, uniformity among many, working together as one, not many.

For without the needs to learn to fight as one nation, we separated our similar cultural types

leaving our center of existence exposed for the taking. By not training, our young to beaware of the less esoterically clans whom are living beyond the waters, as many invaders

have came and went yet a new species have landed. Taken us off guard, thus annihilations

are natures respective reality, the strongest, or smartest survive. Failure to collectively bargain the new views of the world led us to self-destruction by being too relaxed with

Mother Nature. Therefore we shall step back as required by the courts of public opinion,

the loser shall be alienated, retrained or killed. It was too late to serve the sword once we

figured that the warfare was present, we had given everything first, to the taker, thus notleaving our self anything, fortunately we still have our spirit, so we call onto the Ghost

Dancers.

As children of Mother Earth, thriving for centuries, eons have past, and we learnedto harmonize, yet our ignorance of the simplicity of our species. We souls that have willed

the physical into psychic; thus a union of self-procreation, our actions gilded by our dreams

have taken us to the doors, or windows thru time; entering such realms evolved of man.Woman came before, living within the mind, and caused the rebirth of many in the likeness

of one, we thus entirely are responsible for our successes as well as failures, for we did

raise both our naturally good qualities along side those quite naturally bad qualities.

Together gathering like the fish at sea, or the birds in the sky, seeking intimate likenesses



as all creatures two legged, four legged, swimmers or flyers, all want the same thing to

procreate our own. The formulations transpired unity into governments. They taught their

subjects how to be, how to die and how to breed. By assimilating the masses, sectors wereformed like the working bees’ subjects delivering unto the queen. The studies of our

world turned inside out, to follow chaos, we needed to be structured, secrete societies were

formed early on to propagate their identities. These social plans to protect the likeness of each other’s faith, innate ways of mankind is to forget what they are doing, focus on what

we are doing, kill first and ask question latter. We as the first and the last children of the

western sun have developed many ways, too many types of personal entities, segregatingourselves from one union into many, thus wreaking our communities. Unfortunately, soon

varieties of good clans as well as bad clans moved aspects of learning natural ways,

twisting the mystical unknown into bizarre cults, without reason or rhyme. They examined

the ethereal realms disgustingly acquiring cultured magic, from the dragons of the voids.They were the first to test and develop the less fortunate, the esoterically uneducated in

their ways into savages; yes from each others youth we partitioned our children with

hatred, racial identities alienating the fruits of social beings. Thus, unknowingly allowing

ourselves to be conquered, ruled, and disfranchised. Evil did what evil willed, the spiritswithin our minds have only to be welcomed to work with the dead as well as the living.

Perplexity and paradoxes our natural prospects as vivacious creatures, because we

are a combination of dreams and miracles. For example, once I displayed in front of the

Chieftains a leader of their statutes, a simple task; that is to bring forth fire. I stood up in

front of the crowd, they were full of disbelieve as I tossed a flicker into a fireball, bluishflames from my fingertip. This unconsciously simple task amazed them into a firing frenzy.

They shouted at me, they said that my task is evil, conjured from one of their gods, thedevil. Yet I laughed at their ignorance towards nature, fire is our true gift from earth’s inner

spirits. we are taught many ways to us natures gifts, such as fire, water, magnetic forces,

gravity and time, all to be used as a blessing, and to be willed only if respected, for survivaland comforts. They hurdled amongst each other, questioning me for more ideas of natural

effects, I showed the harmony within, how to control the thoughts of many at one time, and



then I showed them how to travel amongst the prairie lands and communicating with others

by signals of the heart and mind.

Such discoveries taught to me by Wapato eons ago. For my own youthful integritystood strong against bewildered frighten and confused. The Professors, Clergymen, soon

called their Generals and President, elected sources congregated to discuss my ability to be

so comfortable among their elite. However not all were first intrigued and soon many metin large statiums to admire my native ways, looking for alternative measures that contained

the secrets. Many soon gathered intently watching me display simple tasks of our

naturalistic ways, my Grandfathers teachings to our kind. I was likewise amazed at theinteresting devices they had to kill each other, weapons of willed hatred, books full of

history, facts of warfare; they fight for a lord, a King of Kings, displaying flags, multi-

national societies of money, paper pushers, collectors of signature, a fallacy of traditional

bigotry.I seemed to be followed by a black panther; it seemed to me as if whenever I

would walk, it too would walk, although once I stopped it too stopped. The mockery was

intense; subjectively they only listened to that which they could attend to seek, completely

missing the truths of my actions. Collectively my personality was to them a subjectivecharacter full of only prepositions; they were only seeking foolish trivia, sorting simple

comparatives, ending only by competition within them. Their own limitations createdwalls’ full of deceit, and lies. The serpents of split tongues exited there faces, they showed

their excitement pitifully; I had to find a personal place. Then I conjured myself by fully

displacing my mind into a foreign sanctuary; meantime they were as desperate assquandering maggots, living inside the fesses of that book of records. The highest priest

called a clergyman of science; I considered a witch doctor came into the lyceum to retrain

me. This scalar of old world, new world traditional ways, these new formulas, were

scrutinized then requested by the government to explain these talking books, these biblicalways to live a better Christian life. They gathered extracting my inner prayers, thoughts

that were private, then declaring my ideas insane, corrupting all that would listen. Many

soon came to pick apart my new language, English words that had no spiritual context,only definitive actions.

Soon they formed a committee to help formally save my soul from aberrations of my own kinship. These misinformed people, came dressed wearing a spiritual hatred that

consumed all other realities, a mob uncontrolled, with such severity of unearthly

proportions. Ultimatums to scare the living out of children of fallacies to psychologically

lead the listener, into truces of prophetic proportions, preaching such as knowing when our mother earth is to die. Sourly I looked at childish attitudes, carefree motives read like

watching children play in the waters at home, I felt lonely yet wiser then them. Who so

ever shall state the end of this world has already died, sorry is he who thinks of deathcontinually, saddened I thought of an eminently cause to the end of the whole world. A

church of respectful followers, agreeing on washing me ridding my of my own spirituality,

thus leading a redemption of sorts to begin cleansing my heart and soul. He said I would besaved from my own traditional ways, thus be a better warrior for the King. This man of

aquired lititure told me of culture differences; he told of powerful entities that existed

behind the mind, ever watching manipulating the inner spirits as curators of the self, he

taught me how to pray for help. I was exhausted to my wits end, I felt as my inner spirits



were tide down to a stake; I wanted to return home, to the Black Hills. The dogs of war bite

hard only leaving gums to eat with, soon to die of starvation.

In addition, I needed to sweat and communicate with my Grandfather, to let himknow how powerful the Greek/Hebrew gods were, they owned things. They had spirits of

many forms of evil; they had flying beings that desecrated the earth from written books. I

feared there gods, they where from elsewhere, dragons, giants, talking snakes, and water walkers. Instantaneously my ability to absorb the hidden meanings within meanings hidden

within scalars' books came upon me; they claimed I was a poltergeist, one whom posse’s

knowledge only saved for the kings’ priesthood, keeping company with their createdenemy, that thing living inside of them the devil. Soon I learned how easily they could be

redirected; so spoke clearly I said to them, “Let the games begin.”

First, for some strange reason they all compared their notes finding out that they

wrote down nonsense; jargon full of unreadable quotes, and words without meanings. Theythen soon realized, before they would ask me any type of request or question that included

me; I already prepared the sorts, eliminating them of there works. I confused the smartest

one to believe that he too was partly responsible, thus he became the center of the

inquisition; his constituency placed him upon a stool, having him wait his turn to speak.Then I was able to walk away freely, as they all fell to a deepened sleep.

I followed the smell of sage, smoldering, and wondered the city seeking my ownkind, yet I soon realized I was the only one of my kind. A woman waved at me, her

windows were high up on a rock house, she placed sagebrush on the sills, smoldering,

swirling into the autumn’s air. I followed her intentions, taken in by her charms; onceinside her dwelling she held me next to her breast, caressing me, telling me to feed from

her. She said God led her to me, I believed her, for she seen me as everybody else was

asleep. Sandy is her name, she was a half breed like me, she looked more like my aunt,

then my sister, I fell in love with her instantly, my body relaxed for the first time in twoyears. I laid down to rest as she covered me with a deerskin blanket, her life force tasted

like fresh Somas, she cooked elk meat, large steaks with potatoes, and cream corn, wheat

breads and fruits of all kinds, berries smothered into jams like I remember when I was five,God did send her for my safe return home.



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