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Mis Misa - The Power Within Akoo-Yet That Protects the World by Darryl Wilson (7 pages)
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Page: of 7
76 THE HIDDEN HERITAGE
In a balanced society that experiences
few interruptions, “long range plans” are
maintained that will ensure the continuation
of the society and the honoring of Mis Misa.
The people will continue to live, it is said,
for as long as the instructions from the spirit of the universe are honestly obeyed.
When the season approaches that the
person who has been assigned this duty
prepares to enter the “other” world, a child
is dreamed of and born. The planning is intricate since the person “departing” must
have sufficient time to train the child to maturity in order that the many lessons and
Songs are understood as they were created—and are learned with unaltered purity.
The most important of all of the lessons, it
is said, is to be so quiet in your being that
you constantly hear the soft singing of Mis
Misa.
To not keep this “appointment” between
the society and the powers of the world is to
break the delicate umbilical cord between
the spirit of the society and the awesome
~ Wisdom of the universe. To not listen, in)
tently, to the song coming from Mis Misa is /
to allow the song to fade. Should the song
cease, then Mis Misa will “depart” and the >
earth and all of the societies upon earth will \
be out of balance, and the life therein vulnerable to extinction—as the moon was.
It is, therefore, imperative that the practice of communicating with Mis Misa be
maintained. Now that “civilization” has entered our native homeland and permeated
our people with half-truths, there are few
Original People who think in this manner.
The linear thought patterns of “education”
have brought some of us to be ashamed of
our language, our songs, our traditions.
But, the imposing Euro-American intrusion into this hemisphere will not dominate
the native societies with enough velocity to
cause us to forget our songs and to forget to
think beautiful thoughts of all of the precious
life that surrounds us—or to forget the cere.
mony that must be maintained in Order for
that precious life to flourish.
Akoo-Yet and Mis Misa are little known
and may never be sacred to “civilization,” to
which Akoo-Yet is known as Mt. Shasta,
There are no Songs coming from it. It is a nat.
ural resource. It is Property of the Unite
States. It is a piece of real estate that con.
tains animals and varmints upon its slopes
that must be “harvested” and “controlled”
with guns and poisons. The timber is a Valuable resource and it must be subject to polit.
ical gymnastics as individuals within the
American government and the corporate so.
ciety connive to manipulate the income
from the sale of the forests to their personal
advantage.
Neither the individuals of the American
government nor the individuals of the cor.
porate state “see” the thousands of life forms
that are a part of that forest. They do not
“see” the bacteria necessary to grow the forest, they do not “see” the animals and birds
that are displaced or destroyed as the mountains are shaved clean of forests. They do
not “see” the insects and the butterflies of
the forest as an element in balance with the
universe.
However, they do see this mountain as
an object that can be “developed” to entertain the skier and the mountaineer. They
dream of constructing villages upon its beautiful slopes and of constructing roads around
it. In their “land use” plans, civilization intends to create a circus of this majestic mountain of softly singing beauty.
A letter from Grandfather Craven Gibson
always arrived with a sense of urgency. He
always claimed that he was born on Alcatraz
Island in San Francisco Bay around 1860—
during the time when the USS. government
was using that rock as a detention center for
Original Native People of the west.