The poet was once the highest ranking member of society, and still is......but people have forgotten, people have lost their way, and things are not as they seem. This world of words and symbols can only be unlocked and understood by The Poet, who is a person reaching a certain level of awareness and power.  Not just "a poet", but "The Poet", I never surrendered, never stopped fighting.  For my life until now, I have foregone the rewards that other people enjoy, which in my case would be for the abandonment of my true love and soul mate, that which I must abandon in exchange for something else is that close to me as the abandonment of my wife as I escort her home from where she should have never been, a captive in a strange place and surrounded by strange people, who for some reason......are violently opposed to being something more than a New Moon, or a perpetual Black Moon....if she is given light...it must be taken away, if she is loved, it must be by someone who is willing to endure being "recognized" as everything I am not, so that our love can endure under our camouflage....only a man who is unattached to ego images can be the one for her.  

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Only a man who can know who he is without approval by others, for the world which has surrounded us til now, has been full of voices who demand that we believe in them......who always insist that she is not loved, she has no light.  She can only be the black N ew Moon, never anything more.......she may not escape.....no, she must not escape.  Our reality is not the reality you are used to, and it is so far away that it is in direct opposition to the normal world, which is a fraud...we are agents of the real world, and so we are Heyoka Warriors.  The original, were training for this modern world, where in their own societies....it was to be a clown, a contrarian, to go to weird extremes....in the context of a natural environment.  Then, over time....the world becomes what it is now....an inversion and perversion, that is so extreme as to make the Heyoka Warrior in the position of being a full-on, precise agent of reality, now that reality is in direct opposition to the normal world.   

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Our reality is Counter to the definitions of the consensus, and we will not live by them or believe in them.  We have remained quiet, and let everyone believe what they will.....a Master is not going to doubt himself, doubt his own knowing....we are not succumbing to the lie.  The time is now, and until now....we have lived camouflaged, and nothing has been organized enough....just building, and it is a tactic to seem scattered.  "They are just stupid nobodies, nevermind them". 

 

She has no light, because her husband only wants to "get attention", in hopes that she will not love me because she does not take me seriously, and instead listens to the other voices.  They are the words which she must absorb, and if she does not....she is so stupid.  She is a child, that is all....and so her husband is a child.  There can be nothing else, and her husband is just using her for attention.  Look at him, he is drop dead gorgeous because so he could just only want attention (people are really this dumb), and he is really talented, but he is not smart.  He does art and music, but he only wants attention, he is not serious.  

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Serious people work! He is not serious, therefore, his creations are not the result of effort, it is easy.  The special entities use him to get attention, he is just a nothing shell and she is stupid, not smart enough to judge character, and she just loves anyone unconditionally no matter what.  Good looking men are lazy, which proves that everything he can do is laziness.  If he was interested in working, he would be famous, because obviously if you are talented, all you have to do is be willing to work and be a big millionaire.  This is what I put up with for her, and she for me.  

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If I depended on the voices of others for self-esteem, if I depended on others to find my way and know where I am and who I am, I would be doomed, but I know who I am, where I am at all times.  She knows who I am, and her reflection of who I am back to me, is all I need.....I know she is strong, and not at all a dumb person, one person's validiation is all I need. 

 

 As a person interpreting the role of what it means to be the heyoka, it is in my best interest to always confront, always set the man of civilization at odds with me to get even.  This will not happen, 

 

, the only man or woman deserving to be called "shaman", the poet can see through the game and be able to handle the horror of it all, and continue the journey....never backing down.  I have not compromised my loyalty to the Goddess who this civilization had exiled, whose cries go unheard by nearly all.  Especially today, the cries of the abandoned Goddess, the giver of life and love, would be interpreted as negative by people who imagine themselves to be the good, and the truth of the situation leaves a man such as myself frequently socked in the gut by sudden sobs as I try to go about my day....I stop, a tear runs down my cheek...and I continue moving forward, with my burden in tow.  She is with me, and she is going to be heard, she is going to be known.  

 

FIRST, OUR CONCEPT OF A POET HAS BEEN DERANGED, TO HIDE THE NATURE OF AUTHORITY, AND TO HIDE NATURE FROM YOU, SO THAT YOU WILL BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE LIVING WHEN IN FACT, YOU ARE ONLY ALIVE. 

 

YOU ARE ALIVE BAIT, FOR A POPE, A POP, APEP. DO YOU WANT APEP? ABSOLUTELY NOT, NO.  APEP? NO.  

 

DO YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? ONLY THE POET CAN OFFER SALVATION, ONLY THE POET CAN ENDURE THE TASK, AND THAT POET IS MYSELF.  WHO AM I? I AM THE ONGOING SAGA OF A HEYOKA WARRIOR, BUT I DO NOT IDENTIFY WITH THE TERM HEYOKA, IT IS TOO LIMITING AND BELONGS TO CULTURES THAT, IRONICALLY, WILL SUE PEOPLE, EXCEPTING THE GOVERNMENT, FOR WHAT IS CALLED "APPROPRIATION".  IT WOULD BE ENTIRELY HYSTERICAL TO BE ACCUSED OF APPROPRIATION, WHEN IT COMES TO THE IDEA OF A HEYOKA, THE SACRED "CLOWN", WHO IS THE PERSON IN THEIR OWN SOCIETY WHO DEFIES THE NORM, AND IT IS THE HEYOKA WHO WILL PRESENT PEOPLE WITH THEIR OWN PREJUDICE, THE SAVIOR WILL COME IN THE FORM OF THEIR PREJUDICE.  

 

SOME OF US ARE CONVINCED THAT THERE WAS ONCE A MAN, WHOSE WIFE WAS RAPED BY A WASICHU, WHO GAVE BIRTH TO A SON, WHO FELT UNACCEPTED BY HIS TRIBE.  HE WAS TREATED LIKE "BOY", AND THAT IS BECAUSE HE WAS DIFFERENT.  HIS PARENTS WERE DARK, BUT THE BOY WAS MORE LIGHT SKINNED THAN USUAL, HE HAD "PRODIGIOUS CURLS", AND HIS HAIR WAS LIGHTER THAN USUAL.  HIS DESCENDANTS, HAVE SAID THAT HIS APPEARANCE WAS.......LIKE.......UHM, THE WHITE BUFFALO.  HE WAS A LONER, AND YET HE WAS SIOUX, THROUGH AND THROUGH...BECAUSE HE WAS NATURALLY BORN OF A SIOUX MOTHER, AND YET......HE WAS DIFFERENT.  

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THE POET IS NECESSARY IN THIS WORLD TO REMIND YOU, THAT THE SONG "A BOY NAMED SUE" REALLY DOESN'T MAKE A LOT OF SENSE, TAKEN AT FACE VALUE.  WHY NOT JUST CHANGE YOUR NAME?? I'M TOM, DON'T CALL ME SUE....AND BEING SUE WOULDN'T LAST VERY LONG, NOT PAST CHILDHOOD.   WHY IS AN ADULT PERSON, NAMED SUE, FIGHTING EVERYONE AROUND HIM, AND HAS TO FIGHT HIS FATHER ABOUT BEING NAMED SUE? THIS MAKES NO SENSE, UNTIL YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE, THAT AT SOME POINT, SOMEONE FROM THE MILITARY, OR SOMEONE WHO WAS A VETERAN OF THE SEVENTH

 

THIS BOY, WOULD EXPERIENCE THAT THE WORLD OF FATHERS AND AUTHORITY, ARE ENEMIES AND HE MUST GO HIS OWN WAY.   THIS IS THE STORY OF A MAN, WHO WAS KNOWN AS CURLY, KNOWN AS LIGHT HAIR.  PEOPLE REFER TO HIM AS "CRAZY HORSE" BUT I KNOW BETTER, HE WAS NOT CRAZY HORSE, BECAUSE HE WAS NOT THE SON OF HIS FATHER.  HE WAS LIKELY THE SON OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER WHO RAPED A SIOUX WOMAN, MAKING THIS THE EQUIVALENT STORY OF YEHESHUA BEN PANTHERA, WHOSE MOTHER MARY WAS RAPED BY A ROMAN SOLDIER, NAMED PANTHERA.  

 

IF YOU REFER TO THIS MAN AS CRAZY HORSE, YOU HAVE BEEN TAKEN FOR A RIDE, AND IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT.....I AM CERTAINLY CONVINCED THAT THE ONE WE KNOW AS CRAZY HORSE, WAS NOT CRAZY HORSE.....AND IT IS MORE POLITE TO HIM, TO REFER TO HIM AS NOBODY, OR ANONYMOUS.  AS NOBODY, OR AS ANONYMOUS, HE IS NOT THE LEGACY OF A FATHER WHO WAS NOT HIS FATHER.  "TESHUNGKE WETKO" IS THE SIOUX NAME, AND IT IS REALLY SUPPOSED TO HAVE A LOT OF CURLY WHIRLIES ON THE LETTERS, MEANT TO BE PRONOUNCED AS "TEZHH-SHOON-KEE  WET-KO".  IN ALL LIKELIHOOD, HIS NAME WOULD HAVE BEEN "TEZ' PRONOUNCED WITH A ZHJHJH.