Thanksgiving Musings

A path has no value once you have arrived. Hujwiri

Stillness Speaks by Eckhart Tolle.

 “Stillness is your essential nature.”

“What is stillness? The inner space or awareness in which the words on this page are being perceived
and become thoughts. Without that awareness, there would be no perception, no thoughts, no world.
You are that awareness disguised as a person.” I just love that, “that you are the awareness.”  you’re not your thoughts. You are the awareness
of your thoughts.”

And you’re not your sense perceptions. You are the awareness that makes all sense perception possible.
You’re not your emotions. You’re the awareness that makes all these emotions possible.
So that’s the dimension where you are timeless. Everything else is time.
Lately I have been listening to and reading the work of Eckhart Tolle, so much of what he teaches is concerned with finding a peaceful life. One of the concerns that he spends a great deal of time explaining is the “the collective pain body”. 
Here is a quote from his book A New Earth…..
 “The collective racial pain-body is pronounced in Jewish people who suffered persecution over many centuries. Not
surprisingly, it’s strong as well in Native Americans, whose numbers were decimated, whose culture all
but destroyed by the European settlers. In black Americans too, for whom the collective pain- body is
pronounced. Their ancestors violently uprooted, beaten into submission, and sold into slavery. The
foundation of American economic prosperity rested on the labor of four to five million black slaves. In
fact, the suffering inflicted on Native and Black Americans has not remained confined to those two
races, but has become part of the collective American pain-body. It is always the case that both victim
and perpetrator suffer the consequences of any acts of violence, oppression, or brutality. For what you
do to others, you do to yourself.”
Actually, pain body is an energy gone bad. All that IS, is some form of energy, but when energy gets damaged, and is held for long periods of time, it can become like a disease spreading and attacking all in its path. Pain bodies are present individually and collectively, what I am speaking to relates to the collective.
Eckhart goes on to explain, that we can neither deny away our pain body, nor can we just ignore the fact that things such as this [slavery, genocide, destroying a culture] happened and that since it was a long time ago, (not really) then we should just move on.
Just like he says “what you do to others, you do to yourself”.
During research of my family tree, I discovered that not only was there huge pieces missing from my family tree, but that those pieces are gone from our collective[American] history as well. This was not just a isolated family issue, that sort of got brushed secretly under the rug, but that in our society an entire generations of ancestors are gone.(As if we can ignore they ever existed.) The Native American’s who inhabited this continent for ten’s of thousands of years, simply forgotten. (but not)
This leads me up to the point of my writing today. That being the myth that has been handed down over the last 400 years in our country regarding the Puritans and that first Thanksgiving back in Plymouth Rock. I happened to run across a young man’s article who researched the real events that led up to that famous marker in our history.

He writes this in his beginning statement:

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I did a research paper for a history class awhile back. I poured through the books looking for factual information, not speculation, first hand accounts, government documents and anything that could not be disputed by my professor as being hearsay or biased. I got an A on this paper and I also sent it to the whole university via email, faculty, staff and students. The responses were not
what I expected. One lady accused me of forever destroyer her “image” of the thanksgiving she always knew. Others attacked me for trying to show people the truth behind such a “revered” holiday. Then there were the ones who didn’t believe that any of this happened and that I should keep my mouth shut because they don’t want their children to learn this history. Very few were the responses of sympathy, regret, understanding, and thanks for learning the truth. My goal wasnt to get a response, it was to tell the truth and I was condemned for it by professors, students, and workers because I had shattered their precious little dream world of what thanksgiving is.

In mid-winter 1620 the English ship Mayflower landed on the North American coast(at Plymouth Rock) delivering 102 Puritan exiles. The original Native people “Indians”) of this stretch of shoreline had already been killed off in great numbers. In 1614 a British expedition had landed there. When they left they took 24 Indians as slaves and left smallpox, syphilis and gonorrhea behind. That plague swept the so called “tribes of New England”,destroyed some villages totally.

The Puritans landed and built their colony called “the Plymouth Plantation” near the desired ruins of the Indian village of Pawtuxet. They ate from abandoned cornfields grown wild. Historical accounts tell us that
only one Pawtuxet named Squanto had survived. He had spent the last years as a slave to the English and Spanish in Europe. The Pilgrim crop failed miserably, but the agricultural expertise of Squanto produced 20 acres of corn, without which the Pilgrims would have surely perished. Squanto spoke the colonists’ language and taught them how to plant corn and how to catch
fish. Squanto also helped the colonists negotiate a peace treaty with the nearby Wampanoag tribe, led by the chief Massasoit.

These were very lucky breaks for the colonists. Thanks to the good will of the Wampanoag, the Puritans not only survived their first year but had an alliance with the
Wampanoags that would give them almost two decades of peace. In celebration of their good fortune, the colony’s governor, William Bradford, declared a three-day feast after the first harvest of 1621. It later became known as “Thanksgiving”, but the Pilgrims never called it that.

The “Indians” who attended were not even invited. The pilgrims only invited Chief Massasoit and it was Massasoit who then invited ninety or more of his “Indian”
brothers and sisters to the affair to the chagrin of the indignant Europeans. No turkey, cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie was served, no prayers were offered and the “Indians” were not invited back for any other such meals. The Pilgrims did however consume a good deal of brew on that day. In
fact, each Pilgrim drank at least a half gallon of ale a day which they preferred even to water.

The peace that produced the Thanksgiving Feast of 1621 meant that the Puritans would have fifteen years to established a firm foothold on the coast. Until 1629 there were no more than 300 Puritans in New England,
scattered in small and isolated settlements. But their survival inspired a wave of Puritan invasion that soon established growing Massachusetts towns north of Plymouth; Boston and Salem. For ten years, boat loads of new settlers came.

As the Europeans’ numbers increased, they proved not nearly as generous as the Wampanoags. On arrival, the Puritans discussed “who legally owns all this land? “Massachusetts Governor Wintrop declared the “Indians” had not “subdued” the land, and therefore all uncultivated lands
should, according to English Common Law, be considered “public domain.” This meant they belonged to the king. In short, colonists decided they did not need to consult the “Indians”. When they seized the new lands, they only had to consult the representative of the crown (meaning the local governor). 

The Puritans embraced a line from Psalms 2:8, “Ask of me, and I shall give thee,
the heather for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of he earth for thy possession.”

Contrary to popular mythology the Pilgrims were no friends to the local Indigenous People (“Indians”). A company of Pilgrims led by Miles Standish actively sought the head of a local chief. Standish eventually got his bloody prize. He beheaded an Indian named Wituwamat and brought the head to Plymouth where it was displayed on a wooden spike for many years.

In about 1636, a force of colonists trapped some seven hundred Pequot Indians near the mouth of the Mystic River. English Captain John Mason attacked the Indian camp with “fire, sword, blunderbuss, and tomahawk.” Only a handful escaped and few prisoners were taken.

“To see them frying in the fire, and the streams of their blood quenching the same, and the stench was horrible, but the victory seemed a sweet sacrifice to the great delight of the Pilgrims, and they gave praise thereof to God.”

The Puritan fathers believed they were the Chosen People of an Infinite God and that this justified anything they did. They were Calvinists who believed that the vast majority of humanity was predestined to damnation.

During this period a day of thanksgiving was also proclaimed in the churches of Manhattan. The European colonists declared thanksgiving days to celebrate mass murder more often than they did for reverence, harvest or friendship.

In 1641 the Dutch governor Kieft of Manhattan offered the first “scalp bounty”. His government paid money for the scalp of each “Indian” brought to him. A couple of years later, Kieft ordered the massacre of the Wappingers, a “friendly tribe”. Eighty were killed and their severed heads were kicked like soccer balls down the streets of Manhattan. One captive was castrated,
skinned alive and forced at points to eat his own flesh while the Dutch governor watched and laughed. Then Kieft hired the notorious Underhill who had commanded in the Pequot War to carry out a similar massacre near Stamford, Connecticut. The village was set on fire, and 500 “Indian” residents were put to the sword.

In their victory, the settlers launched an all out genocide plot against the remaining Native people. The Massachusetts government, following what appeared to be the order of the day, offered twenty shillings bounty for
every “Indian” scalp, and forty shillings for every prisoner who could be sold into slavery. Soldiers were allowed to enslave and rape any “Indian” woman or enslave any “Indian” child under 14 they could kidnap. The “Praying Indians” who had converted to Christianity and fought on the side of the European troops were accused of shooting into the treetops during battles
with “hostiles.” They were enslaved or killed. Other “peaceful Indians” of
Dartmouth and Dover were invited to negotiate or seek refuge at trading
posts and were sold onto slave ships. Colonial law further gave permission
to “kill savages (“Indians”) on sight at will.”

Any goodwill that may have existed was certainly now gone and by 1675 Massachusetts and the surrounding colonies were in a full scale war with the great chief of the Wampanoags, Metacomet. Renamed “King Phillip” by the White man, Metacomet watched the steady erosion of the lifestyles and
culture of his people as European laws and values engulfed them. The syphilis, gonorrhea, smallpox and all types of “white man” diseases took their toll. Forced ultimately into humiliating submission by the power of a distant king, Metacomet struck out with raids on several isolated frontier towns. The expedient use of the so-called “Praying Indians” (natives converted to their version of Christianity), ultimately defeated the great “Indian” nation, just half a century after the arrival of the European.

When Captain Benjamin Church tracked dow
n and assassinated Metacomet, his body was quartered and parts were “left for the wolves.” The great “Indian” chief’s hands were cut off and sent to Boston and his head went to Plymouth where it was set upon a poke on Thanksgiving Day, 1767. Metacomet’s nine-year-old son was destined for execution, the Puritan reasoning being that the offspring of the “Devil” must pay for the sins of their father. He was instead shipped to the Caribbean to serve his life in slavery.

In the midst of the Holocaust/Genocide of the Red Man and woman, Governor Dudley declared in 1704 a “General Thanksgiving” not to celebrate the brotherhood of man, but for:

[God’s] infinite Goodness to extend His Favors… In defeating and disappointing…. the expeditions of the Enemy [Indians] against us, And the good Success given us against them, by delivering so many of them into our hands…

Whose Thanksgiving Have You Been Celebrating???

(source from)

[ October 09, 2001: Message edited by: Riverwind. ]

[ October 09, 2001: Message edited by: Riverwind. ]

A Warrior without character is nothing more than a brute.

Again, I am not writing or recording this in order to find fault, blame nor guilt. Not even close, rather I point this out as a way to begin healing. For we first must know our truths, we must accept that these things happened, and whatever comes, we shall try to make amends. I personally have known for a long time that what happened to our host here on Turtle Island was not right in the eyes of man nor God. Killing is wrong, slavery is wrong, torture is wrong and none of that can be rectified by simply saying it is God’s will, for God has never sanctioned killing our fellow man, and I am still trying to figure out the animal part? But I am sure that God put in the 10 commandments “Thou Shalt Not Kill” who he meant when he said that doesn’t seem to be up for debate. But we have made amendments to that commandment. As we have of others. 

If we are to continue to “celebrate” Thanksgiving, we should at the very least, apologize to the Native Americans and remove that pathetic myth from the textbooks of our history. I even read this account in the Christian Science Monitor, just yesterday. 
“Yet, like the struggling Pilgrims who shared a feast of gratitude with native Americans in 1621, the act of blessing-tallying has a way of melting fear and righting the world”.

My Comment: That Did Not Happen! Not like he states in this sentence anyway.

The article which was titled:
 A Dickens of a Thanksgiving


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