Some say putting the Cross inside a dream catcher is sacrilege. I disagree. There are probably as many legends of which tribal people made the first dream catcher as there are stories of how, and why, they came about. Odds-are, there are probably as many stories throughout Native America of where the idea came from as there are styles of dream catchers.
I enjoy hearing the stories,─ love seeing, ─and making the art. But I seriously doubt even the first person to weave a dream catcher truly believed they would trap bad dreams in the web while allowing only good dreams through the hoop to trickle down the feathers into their sleeping thoughts at night.
And regardless of whether the night air is filled with flying spirits we know as dreams, or, whether a talking spider gave the secret of dream-weaving to a sweet little old grandma centuries past or not; To me─they are beautiful works of art.
Personally. I figure someone was sitting by a warm fire, weaving themselves, or their husband, a nice set of snowshoes for the next days hunt, when one of their children’s blood curdling scream, brought on by a nightmare, pierced the peaceful night ambiance.
They probably ran to the child’s side, snowshoe project in hand, laid it down, and after holding, and consoling the child long enough to calm their senses, picked the hoop back up, began weaving a soothing bed-time story, and realized they were no longer making a shoe… but, a “Dream Catcher“
Nighty-night Y’all ─ sleep well now.
5″ Brass Ring wrapped in dark brown nabbed suede leather, with foiled translucent bead, large turquoise bead, and acryli-turquoise shell bead set in a hand-made wooden cross. Overall length from top of ring to tip of feathers is 12.”
This is the latest addition to my art gallery of Telecasters. What possessed me to buy something with such sadistic looking graphics? You’re probably asking yourself. Your guess is as good as mine. I actually wondered the same thing about the Artist ( Shepard Fairey) and his fixation on “Obey Propaganda” in his highly popular works of art. I went here OBEY, to his about page and read in his words EXACTLY what he means by the statement. I STILL DON’T HAVE A CLUE.
Wait what was that noise?
IT’S ALIVE IT’S
You Saw it coming, I Saw it go…
I was younger then. Foreknew what I Saw, but in verity, still don’t know.
Before you Saw it coming, I’d begun to See a light.
For the Sake of all concerned, you Sacrificed the happiness of one.
I never Saw it coming…barely even knew I was there.
A child, just learning what happiness might be, gifted ponies taken by three, and painted carrousel figures never making their rounds.
You Saw them coming…long after I Saw them go.
The Sun burst forward Tuesday evening with the largest Solar Flare in over five years. According to the Federal Space Weather Prediction Center, in Washington D.C., the flare, or charged particles of the burst, should reach earths atmosphere around 7A.M. Eastern Time, tomorrow morning.(Thursday, March 8, 2012)
Scientist Joe Kunches, of the National Oceanic, and Atmospheric Administration said; “It’s hitting us right in the nose”, calling it the sun’s “Super-Tuesday”.
The initial affects of the particular solar storm could last through Friday, and also have several after flashes even into next week. According to these same forecasters, the charged particles will hit the earth at 4 million miles per hour.
Meanwhile, back on the sun, other sunspots are poised to explode projectiles towards earth. Scientist are unsure of the impact, or damages these particles may inflict on earth when it hits, and at this time, they, like the rest of us can only wait and see. Continue reading
Never looked back from then till now, the house in the shadow of creak and howl.
Only the memory could haunt him still, he left the spirit behind until,crossing the street met evil did he, no will to turn, nowhere to flee.
Quickly descending rathskeller beneath, the man at the door his portion bequeathed.
Je ne sais quoi notably exuded , So let the doorman bear what evil intruded.
Suddenly shaken aft slamming door, paralyzed in fear of appalling horror, as the doorman transfigured to lusus naturae.
What abhorrence crept in that cold misty night? Trapping him in his own selfish plight?
Nothing is known from that moment till now, of the man from the house of creak and howl.
Some say he was eaten, or buried alive.Others say he’s the statue,self petrified, but of certainty his spirit remains… evil it was indeed.