Monday, February 15, 2016


We won't have peace until we can
both agree,'said the two fools
on either side of an argument.
'We won't have peace until the other
gives way,'
said each about their foe.
But peace could never be had.
Peace is an indescribable warmth that
belongs to no one.
And to everyone.
And it's warmth would only be felt
once each fool could face
the mirror and recognise the other.
‘… when we do not find the ways to have the conversations that matter, then we live in hell. We choose to live in hell.’
Conflict is universal. But that doesn’t make it hurt any the less. The Klamath Conflict in rural Oregon has often worn a vicious and bloodied guise. Fear between warring rural communities defining the experience of life.
The causes of conflict lie deep. And for the most part, unexamined. We get so caught up in the detail of it all. The drama of right and of wrong. Of us versus them. Of possession and control, winners and losers.
But behind all of that is something far simpler. It’s where truth and consensus lie. And the journey there takes courage.
And in this protracted and often violent conflict there have been cast of characters who have led the difficult work towards understanding.
Becky Hyde, an Oregon Rancher, is one such character. Living often with the circumstance of a virtual pariah. Threatened with violence yet still asking questions whose answers would shake loose a dismal status quo. That is often what resolution demands.
Understanding and kindness seem important. They might well be a choice.

The govt.(Bush Sr.) forest service was buying up their land for the lumber companies who were clear cutting it for the paper companies and now I see also for pasture lands (I am struck by that image with no trees). Chief Edison put out the call for help. We went up there from a Science of Mind center North of San Francisco.  It was a beautiful Native American little arts and craft village named after where 3 rivers met. On one side of a river was an ancient village with mostly Hogans but also tepees. Chief Edison asked for help to help rebuild the village and to help protect it from the feds. obviously working for private gain. Across the river had already been clean cut. He told us they had armed men out there protecting the lumber men.
Also, he was having a birthday and wanted us to find his brother, who had sold out, for the celebration. We built a sweat lodge for it too. And canoed the beautiful river where I spotted a large "grandfather/mother trout" who they honor and leave alone.
A friend and I drove 30 miles south to the town of Klamath Falls to look for his Brother. Chief Edison did not know where he lived but told us he was also a paramedic and drove around in an old ambulance and had long gray pigtails. He told us he was also a medicine man who trained to be a paramedic to make a living in the White world, he chose to live in. The Native American in the film looks like him. We drove around the town and after a while, we did see an old ambulance who pulled up into a Wells Fargo. We got out and surprised, however, when we told him the purpose of our visit, tears welled up in his eyes. Of course, he was very happy to come for reunion with his Bro. and help celebrate his birthday with a sweat lodge and medicine circle.
That night in the sweat lodge was very powerful, and I decided to sleep in that wonderful energy as our tents were a few hundred yards away from that area not on the banks of the river like this lodge was. I was disturbed by even more powerful energy in early morning hours still dark. I got out and looked across the river and spotted some kind of lit-up triangles amongst the scrub pines. I was very tired and went back to sleep. The next morning when at the campfire for breakfast, I told the group about my vision. The friend who went to Klamath Falls with me, told me she came down there just before sunrise and saw tepees with fires in them. Chief Edison and the Medicine man told us that the village used to be over there too, and their ancestors honored us for helping by allow us to see them.                                What an honor, Ron

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