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Wabeeno Jessakid Ahnishinabeg Mide : Honoring the Elders of the American Earth

Fire :

One of humanities ancient but nearly forgottn ceremonies and experiences of spiritual conciousness and connection to the Natural World: The First Light Morning (Tobacco) Fire

“The First Light Morning Tobacco Fire has been called, by Ojibwe Elders, “the First Ceremony”. It is the place to start. The beginning of an education in the experience of American Indian sacred Teaching. This simple ceremony is open to all people…everyone…man, woman, child…king, soldier, merchant, bystanders.”  …Tobacco Indian

35,000 years ago…a little fire from the ancient life on Pantelleria Island…home of the World Journey Project.

“The First Light Morning Tobacco Fire is both an instrument of higher consciousness and a solid path to independence…think for yourself, build your own relationship with the Sacred. In an age where organized western religions are fading through corruption, institutionalization and politics, Sacred Fire brings you to the center of yourself…your mind, your spirit…encoraging the great powers of taking responsibility for yourself and determining for yourself your own unique gifts in this Life.

2015…a little fire from the ancient life on Pantelleria Island…home of the World Journey Project. Fire and Water. The Home Fire.

Keeper and Protector of the Sacred Morning Tobacco Fire on Pantelleria Island

Right…”Two Moons At the Edge of the Universe”. An early painting from the 1970s of the Sacred Fire experience. From 1975. Rocky Hill Connecticut. Watercolor on paper. Prints of this work are available.

 Near the Edge of the Grey World


Sometimes the answer is no

sometimes the answer is hell no

where should you stand when thunder falls?

how far away must you run

before you understand your shadow cannot be overtaken

disguised or ever closed, or ever empty?


When I was awakened

beneath the summer sun

I was all alone

All alone perhaps I wept

All alone I put my foot forward

I started moving

Following the track of the sun

around the earth

resting only with the moon

singing only with the birds

dancing only with the wind


unarmed but not surrendered

free and wild, yet imprisoned by the indifference

of sleeping ghosts and wailing victims

feasting at the long table of their suffering…..

where they count the bullets and list

the insults and name the monsters

who told them hell no


I will sit not so in silence

afraid of my own skin and bones

and dreams

to see the light in the storm

the peace in the thunder

the safety of the truth

noisy and painful and confusing as it all is

my heart, a regular human heart

is on fire with the sorrows and the outrage

of all my relations, all my ghosts

all my monsters have torn that heart

ripped it into four parts

it was taken by the wind

it was burned in the fire

it was thrown into an ancient river

there my bones were sailing

my shadow actually pointed the way

I sailed north

I looked down

tobacco falling from my fingers

I put everything together again

me and my shadow in the long river

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