Concerning Hopi Prophesies
There
are a million synapses, a million cones of knowing,
A
million people
Wanting
to live in traditional ways,
Because
the more that they learn about Babylon,
The
less they like what they see.
Oh
yes –
I
am sure that by now, you somewhere have come on a reference
To
those Hopi prophesies
Concerning
a “House of Mica” and a “Gourd of Ashes.”
These
are no longer prophesy, but poetic allusions
To
an actuality that now is hard as granite.
The
Aboriginal peoples
Simply
wanted the space
To
live in their own way
But
have now been compressed to a point –
The
point of the reed which writes scripture,
Collective
vision, concentrated
Through
rigors of shared struggle
For
collective survival.
The
Abuser looks on in astonishment,
Because
he has turned away
From
the God who sustains the poor people,
The
God of the Market, whom Mr. Abuser adores excessively,
Looks
upon his devotees with contempt
(“Whatsoever
a man loves more than Allah,
Shall
become used by Allah as the instrument of his chastisement”)
Therefore,
Mr. Abuser looks upon the inauspicious portent,
Because
the Mushroom Cloud contained within that Gourd of Ashes
Shall
bring, not just one more genocide to add to the long list,
But
Collective Suicide.
Therefore
we cry “never again.”
This
time, when the Indians come, they shall be armed
Not
with the old bows and arrows,
Nor
with rifles and muskets, nor even AK-47's.
It
shall seem that there is one of us
Behind
every tree, but we are presenting subpoenas –
Before
you go erecting idols in the shapes of the tablets of Moses,
Let
we who are of the woods remind you:
The
original meaning of Adultery
Was
“violation of a treaty or a covenant.”
Causing
that which was sacred
To
be bought and sold in the marketplace,
As
is presently being done with human rights and human dignity.
This
much shall be recognized by the women,
Even
while the great captains of Babylon
Carry
their denial
To
the point that it becomes human sacrifice.
Continually,
they have made covenants,
Not
only with Aboriginal tribes, but with their own laborers also
The
Social Contract is not just a commercial contract, but a marriage,
But
the Captains of Babylon have allowed that covenant to break down
Into
a state of domestic violence. This is a betrayal of the Sacred,
The
greatest of adulteries,
The
crime so heinous
That
Jezebel was thrown to the dogs.
For
this great crime, most of the great kings
Of
Europe and Dar-al-Islam
Have
been swept off their thrones.
The
wrath of the Lord of the Covenants
Has
turned most of the religious leaders
Into
braying donkeys:
The
worshipers wait in vain
To
hear the voice of reason.
At
last, they are beginning to understand:
We
must look to the remnant
Those
who have survived the genocide,
They
who have sufficient spirit
That
they have gained the power
To
forgive the unforgivable things
Which
they and their people have suffered.
The
Conquistadores don’t want you to know this – but they know it,
they at least know well enough that the subject of Indian treaties
puts them on the red alert defensive.
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