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Mis Misa - The Power Within Akoo-Yet That Protects the World by Darryl Wilson (7 pages)

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82 THE HIDDEN HERITAGE
History has unveiled many battles and
many wars. In this era, we can look back
through the pages of time like changing
channels on the TV. Yes, there have been
some terrible wars. Yes, there has been much
destruction. Yes, some wars have engaged
the entire world.
But those conflicts were over human
supremacy—which king or which governing
entity would rule the masses and control the
bounty of earth. Who would be the master
over all of the people and who would control
the wealth. Whose gnarled dreams would be
unleashed at which time in history to make
an indelible mark urged through vanity.
In these conflicts mother earth was treated as a woman slave. She had to yield the
materials that were needed to continue the
conflagration. She had to yield the waters for
the thirsty battalions. She had to yield fruit
and food to feed the armies that marched.
She had to provide the medicine to heal the
wounded. She had to provide the bounty
that was the crown for the victor!
These are new times. The whole earth is
threatened with extinction. No longer is it acceptable for human beings to contend for the
supreme pinnacle of the various societies of
earth; from this moment forward there must
be a battle, there must be an intense war.
But this time for the salvaging of earth.
This time to see whether or not there will be
only a “moon” left here one day after all of
the products are used up, after the balance
of existence has turned for the worse, and
after vanity has led us down a time-path that
has an absolute expiration date (and, before
we discover that my dream of Grandfather
was simply that).
Yes, Grandfather’s story is only an Indian story. But it is a story with evidence—the
moon. It is a story that has endured time and
maintains its direction and its solemn concern. There is a moon—there is also Mis
Misa. Not once have I encountered a refer:
ence to that beautiful power within that sa
cred mountain—while “constructionis
and “progressives” plot the future of dev
opment of Akoo-Yet. The “constructionists”
see Akoo-Yet as a piece of valuable real eg: 7
tate. They fail to see its sacred value. For how 7
many more seasons can these mistakes find
pardon within nature?
My thoughts lead me to walk among th i
stars every morning during the silver just”
before dawn, lok-mhe. Ringing in my ears the}
worried words of Grandfather: “When I was
a child long ago, my Grandmother said then
was a war. It was a big war between the)
people—a war between thinkings. There wa
a terrible war. That war used up the m
When the moon caught fire there wa
enough water to put it out. It was all used up.”
I look upon the moon and worry. I lo ak
upon earth and see the corporate entities 647
ercising greed and profit as their reasons [6
their existence. I see children crying and hut .
gry all around the world. I see the land of mm
Grandmother and Grandfather being used uf
Yes, there is a callousness in the ma
that people have abused the world. Yes
vironmentally oriented people must opp?
that irresponsibility. Yes, children have a
to live in respect and harmony. Yes, Gr
mothers and Grandfathers have an abs
right to peace and protection. Yes, we, the
and capable, have an absolute duty to defer
our loved ones in their journey through lif
Yes, there will be a terrible and grea'
again. There must be, for the silver of d
first light, belongs to us all, equally.
must not deny its panorama to anybody=
especially those we are, by our spirit, bo
to protect forever. We should not fear.
sides the dawn of day and the strength 0
power that turns earth around the sun
the sun around a greater wonder, we 1
as an ally, Mis Misa.