The return of ishkode Bikwak

Man, It has been like forever, since i have written on this blog. I hope there is still some fellow readers out there. I am contemplating and throwing the ideas around, whether i should expand this page to face book and my space. But, for now, I am okay with this blog and whatever..
For now, i want to express the healing ability and elaborate on the return of a dear friend: FIRE ARROW OR ISHKODEBIKWAK.
Since my last post I have had the opportunities to reconnect with some old enemies, foes and friends. I had to "come clean" on many avenues. Most of the avenues, i really had to do some personal inventory, to allow me to grow, dominate and be the ultimate Spiritual Guru that i am. Just teasing.
But, I can say that I have really grown on many levels and that I am proud to say and admit that I am a human Anishinabeg and I have many flaws as a human Anishinabeg.
Over the past month and a half, i had to attend a Spiritual ceremony. There are many windows, avenues and responsibilities that lead you up to this ceremony and than there is the follow up to the ceremony as a human Anishinabeg. In the events that lead me up to this "religious" function, I can say that everything and everyone that i encountered and learned from were Spiritually following me into this ceremony. Whether it was alcoholics that chose to drink every day to animals that came to visit me, I did not forget one person or thing in my ceremony. I had to do a tremendous amount of praying for both, animate and inanimate objects and beings.
One of the people that came to my help and aid was FIRE ARROW, a close relative, friend and companion. Both, him and his family were great assets to the ceremony. Fire arrow is a man. He is man that has witnessed demise, conflict, misunderstanding and compassion many times in the past ten years. Has he given up on his faith? Not once! Has he made many mistakes and ill decisions? Yes!
Is he someone that i keep close to my heart and soul? Yes!
Ishkode Bikwak is a leader in many ways to Human Anishinabeg. He is a gifted healer and human Anishinabeg. He has cleared the way for people like me who are in their infancy, when it comes to healing the Human Anishinabeg in many avenues. But, now Ishkode Bikwak is a PIMP, he walks with a slight limp and fl yer than any big city simp............................
Can you imagine taking another persons sickness from them. Can you imagine yourself believing in your own faith, to the point, that if you take a personal vow to help people who are sick in many ways; spiritually, physically, emotionally and mentally, that, you will personify a great leader, like John Wayne. JK. If you are like most American people, you probably opt out, when it comes to "really" helping your fellow man. When your fellow man is down on his knees, you probably either walk right by or you don't even notice when your fellow man is down on his faith. Is this your fault? Yes, you have not studied the American dynamics of education, federal and state laws to see exactly how it washes your own Spirit and physical being to the point that you are a conditioned rat, who is caged in by your own desires,wants and needs. You would have been a great military veteran, you should have been enrolled in one of the armed forces because you choose to follow the chain of command to a "T." Most people do not want to be labeled, this is human nature. But, when you are living amongst people who are "trained" to abide and further the agenda of the military frame of mind in the sense of desensitization, than you choose the path of walking away from your fellow Anishinabeg, while they are sitting, waiting for a hand or gesture of good will. This is where most Americans and First Nations peoples mind sets take refuge.
So, now you have to ask yourself; are you a people person or are you a selfish-ego orientated person?
When it comes to Ishkode Bikwak, he is motivated by the sickness in many individuals. Motivation, that wants to help destroy the principals that started an individuals ailment. We need more Human anishinabeg like Ishkode Bikwak. That is why I am expressing my concern for this matter, it touches on many base principals that we have been taught by our families and the greater masses.
I have personally witnessed and have been the man down on his faith. Not so much my own personal faith, but the faith of the human race. By witnessing Spiritually debunked human anishinabeg, I have been able to finally crack the code of real-authentic-genuine human beings. Imagine yourself in a 10' by 10' room. Now, image that same room filled with both people you know and do not know. Now, close your eyes and listen to the discussion around you. What do you choose to hear? What do you hear? Have you mastered your own faith to the point where you can "hear" the real people in this room? Maybe you do not know what i mean, do you hear the discussion of work, cell phones, Internet relations? Or do you tend to hear the people in the room who least likely brag, boast or talk about themselves? Do you you hear conditioned rats talking away like they are a computer program?Do you hear discussion of events that you cannot fathom, and you ask yourself why are those people talking so "uneventful?"
Kinda like this article.....................................................................this can be uneventful.........................................................................
Jay.

PS the pic at the top was taken in July of 2009, it is of I Keith Secola.

Oh Keith, where is thou????

Me and Keith Secola are going to win a Grammy together! Na, but you never know, what is in your path.

Looking back on me and Keith's conversation and discussion pieces, I consider myself very opportunistic and blessed. I had a chance to record our conversation, but I still have not been able to upload it on this site. I will have to add a link, which is great by me.

Opera, rap, punk and heavy metal are just a few things that Keith has in the works. When we discussing ideas and concerns, we both decided to help each other out. He is going to school me in the music and arts. I, will just be me and preach the words of pimps and hoes. Because I am a pimp and pimps do not commit suicide. Just kidding.

My family was very over whelmed, to know that I know Keith on a personal level. Me, too. However, getting back to our discussions, I want to make clear, that one of these soon days, I will either start performing a one man theatre show and at the same time, I will pass on the knowledge and insight that Keith has given me. Here is my first lyrics:

Music on any level can be very intoxicating. It can make your human mind relax, get really pissed off or cry. I am a singer. I love people and I have much to share and offer people in general. I was raised in the ghetto, my first taste of violence came in the form of smashing Midewiwin pelts.

Na, just really kidding. But, I think Keith will sign me on his label. I am a PROFIT.

Keith knows what that means.................................PROFIT.

Music and writing are a great thing. I love to write.

I have many people to sing and educate about. Many problems face our communities and very few people take the time to address the problems in our comm unites. If you rock the boat, you will be put in your place. If you are an elected official of a high caliber job, than you are to blame for not speaking up. If you think you are too above the people to answer them, than you will be shown that you are an outsider and you are not one of the people.

In retro, if you do not care for me,fine. If you do not agree with me, great. And, if you are in my religion, i will expose you! Plain and simple.

If you are in my community, that you say I have no blood ties too, than you are the fool. You are the fool, who hides behind your pen name. If you are the one calling me a crab in the bucket, than I will sing about you. Call me a crab, I will call you a scab, because that is what you are-and i will pick you off of me just as fast as you appeared on me.

WHAT DO YOU THINK.................................................................

ARE YOU WORRIED....................................................................

WATCH OUT......................................................................

YOU ARE GETTING NO LOVE FROM ME..................................................................

YOU ARE WHITE OR YOU ARE BROWN-TO BE BOTH IS A DECEPTION

DECEPTIONS ARE LIES...............................................................

JAY

Spiritual Advising, veterans and more compliancy

Hmm.

Today is another day; a day that brings many surprises, hopes and appreciations. I am currently on the Mille Lacs reservation and I have visited a few close friends.

In the past month or so, i have been very busy with many projects and life lessons. A few days before the fourth of July, i was phoned by an elderly lady in her early 80's. She had asked me if I could help her out. I had asked her, how she wanted to help me her out. She had related to me that her husband had just passed away and she needed a Spiritual person to conduct her husbands funeral. She had asked if i was " Spiritual" and I said "yes-very much so."

" Good- than you will help me out?" "Yes- I will help you and your husband out."

From this point on, something very Spiritual and moving takes place. Energy in the form of Spirituality, honesty, humility and many other forms, tend to manifest themselves in many different ways which aids the path of the conductor and the deceased loved one, to be very smooth and unforgettable.

As the motion is set in place, I still have to remember that I am a human being first. Being perfect is never an option. Having flaws; both, as spirit and human is normal and okay. When attaining perfection is at the forefront of human rational, the balance of life is upset and thrown into a calasmitic type of upheaval. Thus, the path in which joins the Spiritual and human worlds is tainted by human errors and irresponsibility's.

When human beings die, they all follow different, specific paths to the house of "GOD" or the Great Spirit. Understanding these paths is vital and essential, when it is time for one's own walk into the house.

Human beings are flawed and do not like to be with out anything. It is in our nature to be greedy, deceitful and non-caring.

Now, do i take all of this into context when it is time for me to talk to a persons soul? Hell yes! Does it scare me to talk to a dead person, no actually not. To me. they are not dead, but have taken a different physical identity. They are physical no more, but Spirit.

Spiritual advising is hard, to say the least. You have to be able to walk the talk and talk the walk. Many Spiritual ad visors or modern day (wanna-be) medicine men are full of bullshit and education. They have not lived the life of hard times and getting by on one owns faith. Many of these individuals are the false profits of the earth. They tend to fool the majority of the populations, no matter what faiths they preach. Just like the pilgrims and early settlers of North America who left the old world to join a new world, control and manipulation of the human Spirit has reached new heights and magnitudes. The evil of the Earth has become much more sophisticated and genuine. I, myself, can see this and have studied life lessons, to know when a false profit is looking at me.

So, don't you look at me...................................................................................JK.

Jay

100,000 miles and biking Part Niizh(2)

100,000 miles and biking.

Hmm. Sometimes it feels as if writing is a job, a western job-that is unfilling and distraught. I have heard some cool interviews lately and National and Minnesota public radio. One of those interviews was in references to writers, and the problems associated with being a writer to support one's own self and family. Maybe one day i will write about it-but for now let's just say that i got a lot of satisfaction and tons of Hey, just now Keith secola stopped by and told me he would meet me in the coffe shop. So, that's cool. Me and Keith met about ten years ago in the casino back home-in St. croix, the reservation. At that time he played in the Don Saros room, and yes-Don was a late relative, my Dads uncle to be exact.

Will write and have a pic or two of me and Keith.

JaY

Okay, I am back and Keith is back on the road. We had a blast the few hours that I got to spend with him. I am trying to upload some of our conversation sharing of experiences, but, i am struggling with this blog sight.

Back to a few things; 100,000 miles and biking is well, what can i say, i will let the pic show for itself. However, when me and Keith sat down to first, have coffee. The room was extra charged and I really don't think his coffee nor mine needed caffeine, our energy was as pure and nontoxic as energy can get. Plain and simple.

I first met Keith around ten years ago at our casino( I am repeating myself) but, he remembered the place and he remembered my sister who was also with me as well.

This game of catch up and intimate exchanging of wisdom, that me and Keith omitted from one another, was moving, stunning and very humbling. We, or i should say that the Creator has brought en us together to re-unite and what should i say..........learn more avenues that the Tricksters, false medicine men( he terms them as P.M.M or something to that effect)

I will try and post my next blog with mine and Keiths discussions........I have so much to share..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Jay

A very warm comment

I was just given a great compliment. I must say I thought the comment was going to be more capital punishment. But, to my surprise no. I was just sent this and I wanted to share with all the readers, fans, idols, Na. As if I am that known. But seriously, the haters can hate on this..........

My name is Karen DeJesus. I am the Family Housing Support Specialist here at MIWRC. Our Director Suzanne shared your email with all of us. I read your WHOLE blog! You paint a very vivid picture with your words. I could envision the places, feel the cold or warmth you described, hear the background noises of the wood and the elders homes, taste the CAKE (ayee!) I could even smell the wild rice you would have cooked. Thank you for being you, don't ever stop writing and telling these stories. Your expression is like the cumulative thoughts of many who feel the anguish and appalling disgust when we witness the suffering of our own people on a daily basis. Especially the single suffering of our elders and children who deserve more from us all.I often ask myself, when, how will it all ever change??? I question my purpose here and whether or not it makes a difference. It gets real tough some days.But then I am reminded of the goodness in us all when I hear words like yours, when I see someone succeed from a little assistance, when I witness a total change in a persons perspective because of something one of us said or did and when I get to see people grow and change for the better it keeps me going and it redeems my hope and energy. Mucho-Miigwech for the Shout-out! You are like an American Indian Tu-pac telling us to keep our MF’g heads up (Ayee!) and today... I'll keep bobbing mine and keep smiling all through the work day because it’s even greater knowing that just the spirit of this agency has infected others and that effect fuels greater efforts and greater outcomes!I share your goal to see indigenous people WHOLE and I humbly ask the Creator to continue to bless you and guide your influence on your journey. Ah-ho

100,000 miles and biking

Yes, it has been a long winter (did i say long) and I have not had the opportunity to write for some time. Spring has come into full bloom and i have had many opportunities to further my Spiritual development and gain physical, mental and emotional maturity-nothing a Doctorate or Masters degree can ever touch or limit.

In the past few months, I have witnessed many deaths, a brush with death myself and countless adventures that would make the average man buckle, crack and perish in their professional careers. I am not implying that I possess god like powers, but I can say that I know what Faith is- in it's dynamic form and what it can do to modern day problems and people who in general, are our problems. Modern day science always tells us about " opposites attract." However, this is true on may levels even in faiths all over the world. I have witnessed bad Carma, medicine, and bad vibes-all because I choose to have positive energy-people and lessons in my life. I guess i understand a little more about negative people-who tend to be evil in their thoughts and actions. It seems as if the world moves and takes care of these negative people. Well, i use to think that, but now, as i write, i am seeking my answer. Believe me, i would love to be negative and continue to live the lifestyle as "crab in the bucket." But, it is not my path and neither is negative behavior and mentality. Do I acknowledge the negative energies in my life-YES! If there is negative people-energies- and we cross paths, best believe I will acknowledge and fight you IF i have to.

Now, moving on to the positive regard and contentment in my life. My family, my children, grand-children-Yes- I said that. They are with me.

This PIC i am posting is a new friend of the family and to all First nations peoples. The PIC is of myself and Brian. Brian is from Massachusetts. He has been riding his bike for two weeks straight and is continuing his journey to Seattle than on to CALI FOR N-I-A!!!!!!!

In all actuality, I was running a small errand for Ni-nitaw wis Reggie Garbow. Reggis is both me and my wife's relative. But, me and my wife are not related- not yet!!!!JK, Native humor there. Anyhow, rather than just run to the Grand market, where all grocier items are outrageously priced( Have to feed that corporation of the Mille Lacs Band). I decided to head to the Mille LAcs marathon convenience store. I than could pick and price line the items that Reggie needed and I could pick up a white mans/black mans fishing fishing license. I say a black mans license because the white house is not ran by just white people anymore. Now it includes a black man. My Great Black father----------DARTH VADER----------------------------------

No, just kidding. As I entered the store, I could not help notice this peculiar looking dude. I could tell he was biking. He appeared not quite professional, but yet I noticed he had heart and showed that he was a truly free man. His Spirit was un-tainted by the restraints of modern day education and everything the education/Wiindigo Spirit touched. From the shoes that we ware, to the toothpaste that we shove in our mouths to the languages that we speak, modern day education has tainted and continues to dominate our lives. This dude that I was meeting for the first time, was just like me and was a white version of myself!!!!! Nerdy-homely and god-damn smelly!!!!! Just teasing. But, when i approached him, I was like "man where you from?" From Massachusetts- he replied. " Okay- where are you going?" " The pacific- Brian replied. So, now at this point in time, i was thinking-----PACIFIC- PACIFIC WHAT? ISLANDS- FIGI- GUAM-OCEAN---WHAT??????????

To BE CONTINUED............................................................................................

Where are all the First Nation elders??

I have had many occasions to help many different people in my life. One particular event comes to mind.

In the summer of 1998 I was driving back from Thunder bay, Ontario. I had been on the road for about on hour and I needed to releave my bladder. So, I stopped by a wayside rest. Unfortunately, there was no rest room facilities. Upon exiting my 1986 Chevrolet Camaro, I had noticed an elderly couple exiting there vehicle. So, the young and energetic man I was, I decided to walk up to the elderly couple and ask them if they needed assistance. They both said "no" and that they would be okay. So, I decided to visit with them. Upon many questions and answers, they had asked me if I was Ojibwa, I than excitingly said "yeah."

They than decided to inform me that they were just coming back form Canada. The elderly White man had stated that he went to go and visit a healer in some remote reservation north of Thunder bay. He had told me that he drove all the way from Illinois. I was amazed to know at this point, that, there were non-First Nation peoples who sought out elderly teachings and wisdom. I was really excited. What I than noticed was that this elderly man was limping, favoring one of his legs. I had asked him what had happened and he said he didn't know. He had woke up one day and his leg wouldn't work right anymore. Upon talking with him and his wife for about twenty minutes, I really told them that I needed to go and take a "walk." So, the two wished me well and told me that they would pray to Jesus to keep guiding me. I told them that I was thankful for being able to meet them and that I wouldn't forget them.

I than walked up a hill and continued up and around a walkway. This is where I decided it would be far enough away from people to releave my bladder. As I turned to continue my walk, I ran into the elderly white man. He was tired and somewhat out of breath. So, I decided to ask him if he was okay, he eagerly said "yes-and that he would be alright." I than, at that point, decided to tell him a secret....a secret of Gichigaming! I told him how I once was told by an elder named Bill Sutton about his experience with Gichigaming......Lake Superior.

I had related to this elderly man, how one time Bill had to help an old woman of his tribe. I had said that Bill had decided to take some water out of Lake Superior and bring it back to his reservation, Lac Courte Orreiles or LCO. I than had said, that, Bill had taken that water and wiped it all over the old womens entire body. To both Bill and the old Lady's surprise, the old women had gotten better and her pain had eventually disappeared.

The elderly man was very thankful and baffled. I than had said, " If you need to use some of that water form our sacred lake, you are more than welcome, just put some tobacco in the water and explain what you are going to use it for." Afterwards, we decided to part paths and go back to our cars. I walked down the path and he went his own way. As I was on my way back to my car, I had stopped a few times and immersed myself in the overwhelming beauty and greatness of the landscape. As I arrived to my car, I happened to look over at the elderly couples car. I than walked over to their car to investigate. To my surprise and my bewilderment, I had noticed the elderly white man had looked way different. His eyes and demeanor had changed. He was sitting in the passenger side of the vehicle and looked at me. He than said" you know-young man, I don't know what you did to me up there on the hill, but when I came down that hill, I wanted to run and sprint. All the pain in my legs is gone."

I than, at that point realized how powerful sharing information was. "Whatever you have, whatever you did to me is a blessing-don't ever let anyone take that from you" said the man.

I than, told him that he was welcome and that I had hoped that their trip home back to Illinois was safe and smooth.

His wife had said, " God bless you child-you really are an angel and our prayers are always with you."

HMMMM.

I just wonder where they are now.

OGABEK