Buffalohair: Thingyan Celebration. Denver Colorado / 4-16-17 April 22. 2017

Thingyan Celebration, Denver Colorado, 4-16-17

A video glimpse into the Burmese Community on Thingyan, The Burmese New Years Celebration.

What stole the show for me was the reunion of comrades who struggled, fought and in some cases were tortured for years in prison in an effort to break a man’s spirit.

Fortunately, the spirit of freedom and democracy did not die within these most honorable men.

They stand together once again.

Saw Ngo, Hlaing Moe Than, Sitt Nyein Aye, Ko Oo (below) are Burma’s hallowed heroes.

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Burma’s Warriors for Peace

And it was an honor to be among Real Champions of Freedom and Democracy.

Your Devil’s Advocate

Buffalohair

A huge Art Gallery is in the works!…….

A huge Art Gallery is in the works!…….

523763_4635878825437_1487222274_n Buffalohair -Jage Universe 7 http://buffalohair-jageuniverse7.weebly.com/ A huge Art Gallery is in the works! Yes, Buffalohair is busy making a huge Gallery for artists to rent spaces for showing and selling their works of Art to the World!

On two large city blocks which will be named after the ….. Legendary Burmese Activist/Artist Sitt Nyein Aye!
Where he will also have his own, First Class Gallery!

Yes, every thing will be First Class when Buffalohair is done creating his own work of art with this Gallery !

Jage

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Buffalohair 2012: The Earth Change Arpeggio….. That Everyone Missed

2012: The Earth Change Arpeggio….. That Everyone Missed

Mayan copyThe MSM did a bang up job intentionally Misrepresenting & Over-Billing the December 21st, 2012 Mayan ‘End-O-The-Earth’ Extravaganza. It ended in a cynically vituperative attack on prophecy spawned by a once hopeful people, vanquished by a non event. Well, let’s shed some light on 2012 and the mechanics of change you may not be aware of. Then you’ll know why us old buzzards are still smiling….

Almost from the start there was a gross misconception that on December 21st, 2012 the world would end, out of here, sayonara, auf wiedersehen. But alas, after all the hoopla and all the rigmarole about catastrophes far and wide, hell fire & brimstone and the eternal damnation of humanity itself, nothing not even a popcorn fart. BUT that’s exactly how it was meant to happen, significantly insignificant, like a thief in the night.

December 21th 2012 was the absolute of absolute demarcation points separating the last 26,000 cyclical reign from the new and present cyclical reign. We are at the cusp of change, the dynamic of which experienced by only a few throughout human history. This change was not marked with an abrupt halt but a subtle cessation of the previous cycle and the beginning of the new. What no 3D, special effects or even a laser light show? Better eat some bath salts and get some Zombie action going.

“Where is the destruction, the rouge meteor, Godzilla or King Kong?? I want my money back, this sucks! What happened to all that jazz & epic destruction of the planet? Come on guys, I waited 2 frigging years for the end of the earth and all I got was another copy of the ‘Eagles’ blue album”. This was the general response I received from readers back then. People were indignant and even mad at me because they were not dead & the planet aflame. Hokey Smokes Bullwinkle!

Though the effects of this change were not apparent at first light change has take effect one strand at a time at first then cumulative & perpetual as time progressed. Picture a snowball as it grows rolling down the hill. As the old medicine looses relevance the new medicine is gaining momentum but in a new and diametrically opposed direction. It is only a matter of time before the bonds of the past are replaced by a new era for this cycle has 25,996 years of changes to go.

This cyclic change also coincides with many dogmatic & ideological principles as well as a duffel bag full of prophetic teachings addressing the era we live. So jump right in, don’t be shy since all prophecies are relevant to the culture they are addressing. That means, just because my oral tradition does not say the exact same thing as yours doesn’t mean it’s not true. All it means is that your prophecies are groomed with events and cautions directed specifically to your people.

Eventually change will be evident on every level of existence, from the scientific to the supernatural and everything in-between. Things are going to change no matter how man tries to alter this destiny. It’s not going to be pretty since there are many people who’ve literally sold their souls & dignity for physical possessions and monetary affluence. We all have blood on our hands & we will feel it’s pain because nobody rides for free homie.

Don’t mean to fart in the steam-room but for all the good that will arise from this cyclic time of change we have plenty to be concerned about. The interim period will be chaotic on all levels as our world is literally turned upside down. Turmoil will reign and violence will ensue as societal controls give way to pandemonium in key metropolitan areas around the globe. But natural events, some of which never before known to science, will be the ultimate game changer. Go to your sacred book for details.

I live within the oral traditions & visions of my people. We all share a common knowledge of the spirit-world and the practical understanding & etiquette associated with this dimension. For us old buzzards it’s like reading a script since everything is transpiring as predicted to a tee. Pass the popcorn it’s about to get good. It’s really kind of bitchen witnessing events that were foretold in visions and oral histories. Well, some of them anyway. It would suck witnessing ‘fire from the sky’ and getting fried to a crisp.

Ma Earth and Father Sky are playing my song, ‘The Earth Change Arpeggio’ and it makes me smile.

Y’all better learn the lyrics and you’ll be smiling too.

Your Devil’s Advocate

Buffalohair

 

Buffalohair: Humanities Pilgrimage: Standing Rock North Dakota

Humanities Pilgrimage: Standing Rock North Dakota

a1-standing-rockStories abound about the Besieged Standing Rock Sioux of North Dakota, their struggle against the Dakota Access Pile Line (DAPL) or ‘Black Snake’ and endless western media prevarications. But while on assignment at the Oceti Sakowin Camp I also found another story. Granted, it was unexpected but it was also hard to ignore for it brought me back to the very essence of my core beliefs. In a way this became my personal pilgrimage.

From the moment you approach the Cannonball River one is taken by the size of the encampments on both banks. Then there is the line of traffic waiting to pass the security check point as supporters, supplies and lookie loos pile into camp. You must go through orientation and your credentials verified to acquire a press pass. Only after you met their criteria you are allowed to take videos and photographs in permissible areas with the permissions of the occupants.

It is advised you heed the warning about taking photos of sacred sites, camp fires, lodges etc. Though you may fool people and take videos of something sacred on the sly you are not fooling spirits of the spirit world. Everyone is watching you betraying your vow to honor a sacred tradition. And what timing eh. Nothing like doing something completely stupid & disrespectful during a spiritual event of this magnitude for no other reason than you can. How far beyond stupid is that eh?

If you are planning a trip to Standing Rock bare in mind this is a budding community not a KOA Camp Ground for this is home to many people who’ve moved to camp permanently. It’s a traditional native community intertwined with societies, clans and private aspects of indigenous life foreign to other cultures. Familiarize yourself with proper protocols and clearly defined tribal precepts of what is hallowed for there are no exceptions to this rule. Just show respect, ask questions, no biggie.

Our camp had a majestic view of the spotlights that would shine down onto camp throughout the night. A supporter commented, “Reminds me of the West Bank”, then I noticed the Palestinian flag. It was humbling to note people from around the world who were so driven by compassion they made the pilgrimage to Standing Rock. Through the rigors and excitement of the day a story began to evolve, a story of the human condition.

Though people came from many dogmas & ideological principals they understood the deeper significants this joining of cultures has in the grand scheme of things. Where other ‘signs’ were simply ignored or passed off as coincidence, the DAPL – Black Snake Debacle struck a cord within prophetic philosophies around the world. It was good to hear people speaking comfortably about the realities of prophecy, especially from a multi principled perspective.

What I found way cool was the younger generation I encountered. These folks were awake, aware and wanting to make a difference for humanities sake. They were up to speed in the issues that mattered. It was great to hear well read and knowledgeable young people sharing their observations in life, motivations and how much they cared for their fellow human beings & Ma Earth. And the skills they offered were off the charts professionally speaking, holay!

Various technologies were in review, including innovative housing, holistic medicalOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA and mental health facilities under construction within this sprawling encampment along the Cannon Ball River. I happened onto a yurt building class and was spell bound by this unique structure and it’s simplicity in assembly. But alas I resigned myself to my cousins dilapidated tent that survived a savage wind storm in a previous run to the rez. Some rope, Duct Tape and we were good to go.

“Mni Wiconi, Water is Life” the mantra of the Water Protectors would resonate throughout the camp as a reminder of what we are here for. The hustle and bustle of daily life was apparent as mothers would prepare meals and various groups would conduct meetings while kitchens prepared to feed the masses. Sanitation and other infrastructure services continued quietly and unnoticed in what could have been construed as total chaos. This was truly a ‘civil society’, well except for the Bluecoats & their toys peering down on us.

As I meandered throughout the camp I could not help but imagine how life was for my people back in the day. I pondered how life could have been, where humanity was an axiom not just a noun. My thoughts turned to the prophecies and oral traditions of my people. Then I remembered the teachings of my late uncle Martin Burnt Fingernail and the visions we shared. If only he could see this now, or maybe he already does.

Our wonderful view of flood lamps was overshadowed by a perfect amphitheater since I could hear drums from the meeting area and around camp. After walking around all day it was a joy to lay down and listen to sacred songs, prayers and sagged prophetic teachings from noble speakers.

In spite of all the chaos I did find peace of mind at the Oceti Sakowin Camp for I witnessed prophecy in motion.

Like I’ve said many times before, you better have a handle on true spirituality and know who your ancestors are because the show has only just begun…

Mni Wiconi Water is Life…

Your Devil’s Advocate

Buffalohair