(Ż`·._(Ż`·......Wha Gwaan in R.A.W......·´Ż)_.·´Ż) Sunday January 15, 2006 ************************************************************************* *INDEX [1] Still Don't Have "Black Gold & Green"? [2] Reggae Calendar 2006 [3] Mystic Vibrations / January 2006 [4] ROSKINDS: NEW BOOK & VISIT TO HOPILAND [5] Snail mail from South Africa [6] COSMO - Live Radio Interviews in LOS ANGELES this weekend [7] Reggae Runnings.........13 days to Bob Marley B-Bash [8] Jan. 21 interview w/ Trenchtown Reading Centre's Roslyn Ellison on KDHX ************************************************************************* [1] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= >From Anna Fisher (R.A.W. #1224) Subject: Still Don't Have "Black Gold & Green"? Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 18:38:32 -0800 (PST) From: anna fisher Still don't have "Black Gold & Green"? If you are actively engaged in Reggae Radio and Media and do not have a copy of Third World Band's Grammy Nominated, "Black Gold & Green" please send your contact information including Name: Name of Station: Program Director: Station Address: Mailing Address: Radio Show Days and Times: Studio Line: email: website: Please forward this information to: molinus@pacbell.net This list will be forwarded to Shanachie via its CEO Mr. Randall Grass who has promised immediate shipment upon this request. This offer is for a limited time only. Third World Band and Randall Grass of Shanachie Records would like to personally thank all of those stations that have been playing their songs and especially the fans who have been buying their music over the past thirty two years. They would be nowhere without you! One Love, Anna Fisher http://www.shanachie.com http://www.thirdworldband.com http://www.annafisher.com http://www.jr.com/JRProductPage.process?Product=4044140 http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=molinus&pid=371367&sid=pxJ58gjmK2 Thank you in advance for forwarding this message to your favorite DJ friends if you are not one. [2] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= >From: Anna Fisher (R.A.W. #1224) Subject: Reggae Calendar 2006 Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2006 20:15:43 -0800 (PST) From: anna fisher R.A.W. Massive, Did you get your Reggae Calendar 2006 yet? Got mine today!!! Jan. Sly & Robbie Feb. Third World Mar. Burning Spear Apr. Jimmy Cliff May. Toots Hibbert June. Dean Fraser July. Buju Banton Aug. Beres Hammond Sept. Leroy Subbles Oct. Gregory Isaacs Nov. Steel Pulse Dec. Various Artists (also pics of Abdel Wright, Richie Spice, Turbulance & I-Wayne) GORGEOUS!!!!!! Getting better and better all the time, this beautiful calendar is stocked with Reggae Facts and Trivia all year long! 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One Love, Anna Fisher (R.A.W. #1224) http://www.weblogimages.com/v.p?uid=molinus&pid=424058&sid=nHP01vxGJ5 http://www.reggaecalendar.com [3] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= From Mystic Vibrations Subject: Mystic Vibrations / January 2006 Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 14:42:39 -0500 (EST) From: Janae Mystic Vibrations / January 2006 www. mystikmuzik.com 1- Tropical Heat New Years Day Bash (Charlotte, NC) 2 - Club Jamaica (Jacksonville, FL) 13 - Tropical Heat (Charlotte, NC) 19 - Red Rooster (Greenville, NC) (tentative) 20 - The Venue (Camden, SC) 27 - Tropical Heat (Charlotte, NC) 28 - Lucky’s (Wilmington, NC) 29 - Columbia, SC (tentative) Mystik Muzik Mystic Vibrations Reggae Band - R.A.W. #610 PO Box 5821 Columbia, SC 29250 (803) 926-8994 janae@mystikmuzik.com or mystik_muzik@yahoo.com URL: www.mystikmuzik.com [4] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= >From: Robert Roskind (R.A.W. #) Subject: ROSKINDS: NEW BOOK & VISIT TO HOPILAND Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 14:29:52 -0500 From: robert roskind THE BEAUTY PATH:A NATIVE AMERICAN JOURNEY INTO ONE LOVE OUR NEXT BOOK WILL SOON BE RELEASED Greetings, I have just returned from a visit to Hopiland where I met with several Hopi elders. This visit is the last chapter of our next book, The Beauty Path: A Native American Journey Into One Love. This newsletter contains some of this final chapter, including our reasonings with Hopi and Havasupai elders. The book, which records our three year journey with the Hopi and Havasupai to bring forward their message of love, will be available in early February. If you would like to order a copy, just click below and we will ship it to you (signed) as soon as they are ready. We are selling the books at cost $7.50 (a 50% discount). All profits go back to the tribes. CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 RETURN TO THE HEART OF MOTHER EARTH After our September journey to Arizona, we returned home and I started working on the chapter about that trip, thinking it would be the last chapter. However, as I spent hours watching Radford and Roland on video as I transcribed his reasoning, I found myself drawn to be with them once again. A few weeks later, in early November, two months after we visited Arizona with our Jamaican friends, I flew to Phoenix. Looking into the Grand Canyon as I flew in, I felt blessed for our journeys that took us to so many beautiful places to be with so many remarkable people. As I landed in the village, it no longer seemed like an alien world. I felt I had a place here - a role to play. I found Roland in his office in the village center, behind a mound of paperwork. We headed out to sit by the creek near the sweat lodge to reason together. As we walked, I realized how much I had come to love this gentle but powerful man and to respect his path. So much rested on his broad shoulders. "What was it like here when you were a youth?" I asked him as we settled down by the clear, bold Cataract Creek, a few yards from their sweat lodge. The day was cool and pleasant, the oppressive heat of the summer only a memory. It was good to be there together doing this. "Nobody said you had to wear swimming attire or anything," he said. "We went in the nude and it was normal for us. We would get the water from the creek. There weren't any store." "So you had people bring in flour, sugar, the basics down here from Flagstaff?" "Yes. A lot of people would save their corn for different ways to prepare the corn. The deer meat we'd make into jerky and we had the nuts and beans, dried figs, apricots and peaches. So there was a lot of food that was grown and that was dried, so even if you didn't hunt, you had relatives that had a garden or something and they would share what they had. Before the government housing came in, a lot of the people began to adopt four-walls type of construction like modern homes. They started getting whatever they could like cardboard boxes and patch homes that way." CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 REASONING WITH HAVASUPAI ELDER ROLAND MANAKAJA "Before that, was it mostly wickiups, earthen homes??" (Wickiups are the ancient building style of a spacious and clean earthen dome-shaped structure made branches covered by earth, with a fire pit in the middle and a fire hole in the roof.) "Yea. As I was growing up there was a lot of the wickiups and earthen structures. Kind of like the sweat lodge [pointing to the sweat lodge] with earth all around it and fire pits in the center. That was still here." "As children, how much did you know about what was going on outside the canyon? Would you go out once a year and see Phoenix and say, 'Oh! That's another planet?'" "No. I didn't see anything about the outside contact. I didn't even know there was white people or black people or Mexicans or any of the other nationalities. We heard that there was the great ocean and that there were people on the other shore. We heard there was all kinds of different people and they had their own languages but we had never seen them live until I would say '65 or '64. I was getting a little older. I was born in '54. I would say the first contact I had with white people was probably 1958 when I was sitting by the trail and people would go by. The first hikers that came in, and it wasn't like 100, 200 people a month or anything like that, it was just rare when people came through, maybe eight people in one year. That was until National Geographic came in, Arizona Highways came in. Then the postal service came in and it was like the prophesy said. We were hidden from the public eye for a long time. Even Indian tribes that lived in Arizona didn't know there was an Indian tribe living in the Grand Canyon still living off the land." CLICK HERE FOR OUR HOMEPAGE http://www.rastaheart.com NATIVE AMERICAN SPIRITUALITY "And your prophesy said that you were intentionally hidden away." "Yes. Because the prophesy said that these resources, the water, the environment, would be devastated, contaminated, degraded, polluted for one's gain. Whoever that one person was, had a lot of power, had a lot of money and that isn't the way it's supposed to work, you know. It's supposed to work in a way where the gains go to everyone - the children, the elders, with respect to the past, the present, and the future. But that isn't the goals that I see projected by the businesses that are on the plateau today. They use and abuse left and right. They don't care what happens to the cultures that were here first and what is sacred to those cultures. In the '60s, the influence from the outside was starting to come in and it was important to learn who these people were and to learn use the tools that they had." "Most people outside do not understand your spirituality," I said. "Not many and sometimes I think that what is sacred to the government is usually a burial site, a pipe, a medicine man's gourd," he continued. "But that's not where it ends. It goes beyond that and that's what we are trying to convey in the courts. We're trying convey that without really releasing too much of the information but we are beginning to release some of that. We live so close in the environment that we feel related to these things. They are a part of us and that's missing with the people going two blocks for an orange or some corn. They never sow the seed and watch it grow for months and nurture it and begin to develop respect. All they do is run around the block and get whatever they need and that the way it's always been for them." "And that's the kind of energy you are talking about, that exists here still?" I asked. "That kind of sacredness and spirituality exists," he answered, moving his hands in a circle above his heart, "at a level that the white man can only relate to in materialism, an altar, a burial site. He can only relate to a physical object because the spiritual part is lost on him. That is true and yet the Native American or indigenous people, have so much respect in spite of all the rivalries, the different cultures, the different ways warriors were developed or puberty rights or the peyote meetings and all the unity ceremonies, sweat lodging, all this. If one was to travel east to a tribe that he never affiliated with or never knew them but if he saw that they were holding a ceremony or that they were having respect for whatever the ceremony was about, this one person would also recognize that in a respectful way. That's what indigenous people do worldwide. If we went to Europe and we came to a native village, we would honor that if they said that this feature, a little hill or big hill or whatever was sacred to their people, we would make offerings there and recognize that it's all a part of this Mother Earth. It's all one. This wind that we see that blows against the leaves, they're breathing it. The water is a part of us. We're all connected." CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 PRAYER-IT'S ALWAYS THE RIGHT TIME & THE RIGHT PLACE "I've heard that people living here had many powers that you wouldn't see outside this canyon," I asked." "Yes. There is a lot of power here. The spirits, the shamanism, the medicine man, the singers, the drum keepers, the pipe carriers, the sweat lodge people, the fire man, all these different roles that these people had were, I would say, at level one. Then there is another level that is much higher than the one that has knowledge of the medicine that this plant is for venereal disease, this one is for diarrhea, or this ones for diabetes, for soreness, or this is for strep throat. That knowledge is at a lower level and that's kind of like the medicine man level. Then it goes to a different level where these practitioners have connections with the patterns of the climate, nature, the wind, how to bring floods or tornadoes. Then there is another level (gesture with one palm above the other, a few inches apart)." "So at the second level, they actually learn to control the forces of nature?" I asked. "So they can split the clouds? They can bring the rain?" "Yes. And then it goes to another level where it breaks open another barrier where you can communicate with the spirit world," he says reverently, his hands open wide, three feet apart. "You can't attain that level until you've mastered these other levels and you have proven that you can take care of this knowledge and not abuse that knowledge for ones gain." CLICK HERE FOR OUR HOMEPAGE http://www.rastaheart.com A PARTING PRAYER "Is their anything else you want to say for the book?" I said, sensing the reasoning had come to a close. He had a big work load and a tribal member had come up to start the fire for the sweat lodge. "I want to emphasize, like I do with the children, that no matter how your prayer is, when you pray doesn't matter. It doesn't have to be right at daybreak. That's a practice that our people use to do years ago. Thousands of years ago, they'd rise before the sunrise. That would be a plus but the main thing is that you acknowledge your Creator for what you have, no matter where you are. When you pray, doesn't matter. There's no one way that I was taught by my spiritual leaders, the different elders like Lakota, the holy medicine people, people on the peyote road, but I was taught by these people that there's no one correct way. It ain't like you have to carry a pipe to make your presence known or wear a certain shirt or sit in a certain spot like a vortex point. It doesn't have to be there. The Creator's everywhere. The wind blows everywhere. The sun shines everywhere. He's everywhere. I would just emphasize, no matter who you are, how much trouble you've made in your lifetime, just say a prayer for yourself and your family and the environment that continues to sustain us as a human race, the love that some of us have given to this place. This Mother Earth deserves the respect that we all have shared with each other, respect for the environment, for one's culture. That's all I ask. Thank you very much for permitting me to share this knowledge with you. Many blessings." CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 A VISIT TO CHACO CANYON After a night in Flagstaff, my Havasupai friend, Supai Waters, and I headed east to visit Radford in Hopiland. First, we went to Chaco Canyon, an area of several ancient Anasazi ruins. Built between 850 and 1150AD, Chaco Canyon comprised not only impressive architectural feats but served as a vast astronomical reckoning system as well. Eventually, many of the villages that dot the canyon were professionally surveyed and what was revealed was astonishing. It is now accepted that these villages were erected with the same astonishing accuracy and celestial understanding as Stonehenge in England and the Great Pyramid on the Gaza Plain in Egypt. The main three-acre, D-shaped village, Pueblo Bonito, was a series of four-story houses surrounding a central plaza with over 3000 rooms that could have housed over 6,000 people. It took over 250 years and twelve generations to build. It involved cutting and hauling thousands of tons of rocks from the mesa above and carrying over 225,000 large timbers by foot from 50 to 70 miles away. Thirty-foot wide roads span out from the ruins, covering an area of over 95,000 square miles. Yet the roads go nowhere. One main road ends at a deep canyon. It is thought that this represents their returning home to their place of emergence. The survey further revealed that many of the main walls in the villages are aligned along an exact north-south or east-west axis. Others are aligned to the solar or lunar cycles. It was also discovered that the villages were not only part of a grand astronomical design but that they were also aligned with each other, a feat that took seemingly impossible surveying work that involved calculating location of villages miles apart and separated by huge cliffs and mesas. What is even more unusual, is that around 1150AD, after 250 years of building the complexes, the people abandoned all their efforts in an orderly and efficient manner. Archaeologists do not know who the Chocoans were or why they left. Enemy attack? Failure of crops? Drought? However, the Hopi believe this was their last stop of their millenniums-long migrations before their final arrival in Hopiland. As during all their migrations, they believe they were directed to continue migrating by their spiritual guides and celestial events. CLICK HERE FOR OUR HOMEPAGE http://www.rastaheart.com CANYON DE CHELLY From Chaco Canyon we headed to Canyon de Chelly, a two-hour drive west. I had wanted to visit Canyon de Chelly for several years after we started to listen to the music of Native American flutist, Travis Terry, especially his CD "Echoes of the Canyon Wall," inspired by Canyon de Chelly. "I've been thinking that when this book is ready," I said to Supai Waters that night over dinner, "I'd like to put on a concert in Hopiland and give the tribe hundreds of books. We'll invite your tribe and give them books, too.This time I'd like to use all Native American conscious artists instead of Jamaicans. I'd invite Casper and the 602 Band, Uproot, Travis Terry, Tchiya Amet, and others." "That would be good," Supai Waters said. "They are our people. We need to hear their voices more." "What would you be eating back in the canyon tonight?" I asked as I looked at his meal of roast beef, bread, potatoes, cake, coffee and a small bowl of red beans. Without a word, he tapped the bowl of beans twice and continued eating. "What would you do after supper?" I asked. "This time of year, I'd crawl in my tent and get in my sleeping bag and read for a while. In the summer, I'd get on my sleeping bag," he replied and we laughed together. "But when I get back, I'm setting up a full-size tipi. It's the one my friend brought me at our concert." "If you could change anything about your life," I asked him, as we wandered the property after dinner, "what would it be?" "Nothing," he said with almost no immediately. I thought, Here's a guy with no money, no home, no job, almost no possessions, who's been living in a small tent in the Grand Canyon for years, and yet he wants nothing. He has less than anyone I know and yet he wants less than anyone I know. About two hours into the tour of the canyon in a four-wheel drive buggy, we stopped at a small resting area with some clean outhouses, a small snack bar and five or six craftespeople selling their wares. As I looked around, I heard one of Travis Terry's CDs playing on a portable player on a table where a tall Native American man was selling the CDs and beautiful handmade flutes. "I'd like to buy these two CDs," I said to him, finding two CDs we did not have. "Would you like me to sign them for you?" he asked. "Are you Travis Terry," I said quickly looking up at him for the first time and then down at the picture on the CD cover. He was a handsome, powerful-looking man with a long jet-black ponytail and smiling eyes. "Yes. I'm Travis," he said, laughing. "What a pleasure to meet you!" I said, enthusiastically. "My wife and I have been listening to your music for years. Its one of the musical backdrops of our lives." I told him about the One Love Concerts we had been hosting and asked if he'd like to perform at the next one in Hopiland. "I'd love that," he responded. "I've got a full band. Just let me know when." CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 RETURN TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH The next day we went to Hopiland. We had been invited to come to their Women's Basket Dance, held in the village plaza at Sipaulovi. The dance is part of the sacred Hopi Ceremonial Cycle, a thousand-year old ritual that is a respository for all human wisdom. The c entral theme of this ritual is generosity. Secret rituals are held for several days before the dance. At dawn, the women emerge from their underground kivas and proceed into the village's central plaza, where hundreds of their clan and tribal members anxiously await their arrival. By the time we arrived at Second Mesa in mid-morning, the cliff-top village was crowded. Approaching the central plaza, we spotted our friend Karen Abieta on the roof of one of the rows of low-slung houses that border and surround the plaza. Each row belongs to a separate clan. They are built from local stone or from concrete blocks covered with a stucco facing and they look pretty much the way they did centuries ago. As we passed by a window, I looked inside. There in the clean, well-lit large kitchen area was a table full of food surrounded by fifteen or twenty clan members, all involved in an animated and playful conversation. It was a warm, welcoming scene. We had a great view of the plaza ten feet below. It was about the size of a small basketball court with the ground worn down to solid rock with centuries of ceremonies exactly like the one we were about to witness. There looked to be about two hundred people in the plaza, mostly men, teenager boys and young adults. On the rooftops, there were maybe another two hundred people, mostly women, elderly, and young children. I was discovered why these group were separated. When we got settled, I noticed that some men were carrying in very large boxes and garbage bags and placing them in the center of the plaza, which was clear and open. When this was completed, I heard a stirring coming from my right. Immediately, the crowd grew quiet, reverent. Then the women dancers started to file into the center from a lane between two rows of clan houses. Around thirty women filed in, with the youngest first, around five or six, then the oldest, perhaps in their eighties, maybe nineties. Each was wearing a beautiful traditional dress covered with a red, black and white cape. Each was carrying a beautiful woven plaque, facing out, their hands on either side. They were powerful, strong women - secure in their reverence, secure in their ceremony, secure in their tribal world. Unlike my world, this was a matri-linear world where the female and her ability to create new life is held sacred. They walked in and formed an oval in the center, with their plaques facing in. On an unnoticed signal from one of the elders, they began their slow rhythmic dance with a quiet, peaceful chant, their feet caressing the Earth with small tight steps. Their somber dances and songs continued for a long time. It was like a meditation, soothing your mind and body. With downcast eyes and soft feminine voices, they sang while slowly raising and lowering their baskets in recognition of the four directions, their up and down arm motions symbolically shaking down the much-needed snow. SUPAI WATERS http://www.rastaheart.com THE "GIVEAWAYS" No one spoke, the only sound the young children playing happily in the background. Almost no one moved.Their dance continued for a half-hour, maybe longer. It was mesmerizing and I had lost my sense of time. Then again as if on some unspoken cue, four of the women wearing distinctive headdresses and carrying feathers, peeled out of the circle and started loading their baskets with things from the large boxes and bags. A low murmur of excitement went through the crowd. Then something amazing happened! The four women turned toward the crowd and started throwing things - plastic bowls and spatulas, boxes of cornbread mix, macaroni and cheese, and Brillo pads, rolls of toilet paper, soap, kitchen utensils, pie-pans, boxes of matches, every small, inexpensive household item imaginable - and the crowd erupted in joyful glee, each striving to catch a prize. Things were getting thrown in every direction, into the crowd in the plaza and on the rooftops.With the younger men in the plaza, it was a mad, but good-natured, scramble for everything. A teenage boy would hold up a plastic spatula as if he had caught the game ball at the World Series. Except for the young boys and men, no one was greedy, grabbing something from the winner's hand once it was caught. Every now and then, they would throw out a handmade basket or piece of pottery that might sell for a thousand dollars in a local shop. Occasionally, the women would go into the crowd and place a gift in the hands of an elder or a young child or a favored man, eliciting good natured "boos" from the excited crowd. And all the time, the other women continued their slow, mesmerizing singing and dancing. It was symbolic of what indigenous women do everywhere, keeping the peace and staying focused on their sacred daily tasks while the men fight, often needlessly. I had never seen so many people of all ages have such innocent fun - non-commercially, non-electronically, and simply. This went on for over an hour. It was one of several "giveaways" of the day. These ceremonies were about generosity, in many forms - between friends, between strangers, between clan members and relatives, and especially to the very young, old, and sick. As you struggled for the prize you wanted, you also had to be kind and generous, allowing others a fair opportunity and quickly conceding with a "good heart." Coming as it did right after the harvest and before the winter, in former times, the Basket Dances helped distribute much-needed provisions so everyone could make it through the cold months. CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 REASONING WITH THE HOPI The next morning, Supai Waters and I drove the short distance from the lodge to Hotevilla to meet with Radford and his family. As we drove over, I felt a peaceful sense of excitement to be with them again. I had come to feel very bonded to them, as a family and as individuals - Radford's wisdom and clarity, Lorna's quiet calm and ever-present support for her family, Dawn's passion and her heartfelt commitment to help her people, Duane's vigilant aura of protection and concern, and Rad's joyous playfulness and innocence. (Radford is the traditional Snake Priest and the spokesman for the spiritual leaders of Shungopavi, the most traditional Hopi village.) "I came one more time, not with any real agenda other than just feeling drawn back," I said. "I spent time with Roland a few days ago and we had a great reasoning especially about his love of the land. Yesterday, we went to the Women's Basket Dance and as I walked away I said to Supai Waters that this might be the highest point of evolution humanity has reached, at least in the U.S. in modern times. I saw hundreds people that all had a sense of tribe, all had a sense of land. Few in my world have a sense of tribe and land and I don't think you can live sanely on the Earth without it. It's just too difficult a planet. So once you loose your tribe, your homeland, all kind of strange behavior starts to happen. The other thing, as I watched them throw the gifts out, no one was greedy. This was a gathering of people that had a great time for hours, in an innocent way, from four to ninety years old. Nothing in the commercial world could offer such a rich human experience. Your people seem to be at peace, both within the tribe and with people outside the tribe. Not that you're perfect but you weren't told to become the 'Perfect People.' You told to become 'Peaceful People,' with all the flaws of human nature. It looks to me like the covenant is completed - or very close to it." "It's a strive towards that," Radford said. "We're still in the process of reaching that and as long as people outside see it like yourself, that you think we have met the Covenant, that's good. But within ourselves, we still need to make it much better than what is seen on the outside." "Well, Hopi has always been very demanding of itself," I said. "Yes. Yes," he continued. "Because were a group of people that are just holy, holy people that depend on one another and as long as we have that friendliness and friendship between one another to do something good, that's what counts and as long as we are doing it to make the people from the outside see it, that's good but yet we feel that we have not really reached the Covenant one hundred percent." "What do you see is the real work left?" I asked "Well, it's going to be our younger generation to reach that," he said, gesturing toward his daughter. "The elders, we need to keep preaching that to them. We have got to instill that idea to the younger generation to keep that going, so it's always there. I would almost say it is their responsibility from this point on to keep that going." CLICK HERE FOR OUR HOMEPAGE http://www.rastaheart.com THE HOPI WAY "I think we are pretty effective. Like you say, you saw that at the dance. We feel the same way, even though there might be a little bit of friction there. It used to be you would have drunks and we had people that hate one another in these kinds of dances. It used to be really, really rough. You wouldn't imagine there would be fights. There would be all kinds of stuff going on." (Hopi are severely warned against performing any of their sacred rites while intoxicated.) "How long ago was that?" I asked. "About ten years ago," Radford answered. "So in the last ten years there has been a healing?" "Yes, a lot more respect," he said. "Yes," Dawn said. "In the eighties and the early nineties, I remember not even wanting to go down in the plaza because there were drunks. For awhile you couldn't even go down there unless you didn't mind getting beat up and stuff but it has not been like that for awhile." "What do think happened?" I asked. "I think the parents of the villages began to really talk to the kids," Radford said. "Really talk about that this is not Hopi and you've got to respect Hopi, one another. We have relations in other villages and we have really started to talk to one another. We have marriages going from village to village and so we have really got relations there and that's the way the Hopi clan relations are, the ones that gather together to complete the ceremony." "So that helps you heal the relationships between the other tribes, too, the Navahos, the Tewas, the bahannas, because once they marry in, they become part of your clan?" "You would have to respect the clan," Radford answered. "The other thing I noticed as I watched the women come in, I realized how empowering it has got to be for women to know that the children are of their clan. You seldom see that kind of self-assurance in women in my world. If thirty American women of all ages came together, all would have experienced being treated as a second-class citizen and as a sex object and many of them would have been sexually or emotionally or physically abused. What I saw there were women who seemed to feel secure in their society. I could see the pride in the faces." "Sexual abuse is a lot less here," Lorna said. "And that abuse has a tremendous warping effect in my society," I said, "I think that happens when the population is just too big," Radford said, "and in our culture, we still talk to our adult children and counsel them and give them advise but I noticed in the white world, once a child become 18 or 21 years old, they're out the door and there is maybe just a conversation or a telephone call or just a little form of communications is about all that's there." "But there is no more mentoring," I said in agreement. "Yes. That's true," he replied. "With Hopi, there is mentoring. The tribe includes them in different things that are all clan related. If it can't be done, we just let it go but that is another difference between our culture and the Anglo culture - we keep talking to our kids even though they're adults." CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 COMPLETING THE COVENANT "Radford, I know your legends say that humanity didn't complete the Covenant in the Third World. Do you think we'll make it in this, the Fourth World?" I asked for the fourth time. I needed the reassurance. I was heading back into the other world the next day. "It's supposed to be the world that will be pure and paradise," he said. "The fact that all of us are sitting here discussing this, makes me believe it can happen," I said. "That's our challenge," he said. "If you Hopi people keep this thing going, you will see it but if you stray from the Hopi Way, you're not going to see it. Where we are now, we are still in conflict within our people, with some of the tribal council. What we're saying is that we don't think it's right now that we will have that signal to release our information to the world. Every year we go through this history in November and at that time we talk about these things, about the Covenant. We are saying we are still in conflict within ourselves, within our tribe, even with our neighboring tribes." "So when your bloodlines are purified, it will be completed and that signal could be in a year or a hundred years?" I asked. "That's right. There's no way to know. We just have to keep the Hopi Way going." ETOWAH MOUND IN CHEROKEE http://www.rastaheart.com THE CHEROKEE CONNECTION A few weeks later, Julia and I drove three hours down to Cherokee, North Carolina to see the fall colors. As we drove on a back road around the countryside a few miles out of town, I noticed a beautiful hand-painted sign (in Cherokee and English) indicating that the cleared mound, about fifty yards across and four feet high at the peak, in the cornfield behind the sign was the location of Etowah - the sacred mother village of the Cherokees. The site is in a beautiful valley with the Smoky Mountains on both sides and the beautiful Tuckaseegee River running down the middle. There was a man on a riding mower cutting the mound. "Let's go visit," I said to Julia, pulling off the road into the small gravel parking area. "I read in He Walked the Americas, that this was the exact spot that a prophet appeared to the Cherokees and gave them their instructions." As we sat by the car, the man finished cutting the grass and loaded the mower into the back of his pickup. As he drove by us, I flagged him down. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" I said. "Go ahead," he replied. He was a healthy, intelligent man with classic Cherokee features. He looked to be in his forties. "Have you heard stories that a prophet appeared to your people in this spot?" I said. He looked at me with a shocked expression and studied me carefully for a long time. I think he thought I was going to ask him how to get to the casino or the golf course. "Yes," he said, having made some internal decision that it was safe to reveal this to me. "That is what our elders said. They say that he gave us our instructions here. They are like the Ten Commandments. Most of the tribe doesn't know this or they don't believe it. Only the elders still believe this. My parents and grandparents told me of him. I believe it. The old legends were fading but now they are coming back, even with the very young. I know a seven-year old girl who is learning all the legends. She has been coming to all our medicine meetings since she was four." "Are the elders still respected by the youths of the tribe?" I asked. "Yes. By many, not all. When I was young, I saw my father talking with some of our elders. They were very old. After that, he would take all of us children every morning to the river to bath - no matter how cold it was. One day I asked my father why we were doing that. He said, 'Because the elders told me to.'" "Do you always cut the grass on the mound?" I asked. "Yes. The mound was once much higher. That was before our people bought it back from the farmer. I take care of the mound to honor this spot. It is sacred. I've lived in many place but now I'm here. Whenever I come into this valley, no matter how long I have been gone, I feel like I'm home. I feel safe here." We spent an hour talking with him in a shady grove by the river. His name was Henry Welch and he had lived on the reservation, home to the Eastern Band of the Cherokees, for most of his life. His wisdom and vision overlapped much of what we had learned on our journey. Like the Hopi Way, his tribe too had an ancient trail, a path of great antiquity, which they called the "Beauty Path." CLICK HERE TO ORDER "THE BEAUTY PATH" http://s1.amazon.com/exec/varzea/ts/exchange-glance/Y05Y4628608Y2830261/104-0631360-4201566 HEADING HOME "You know our journey through Native American wisdom has really grounded my understanding of putting One Love in action as societies," I said to Julia as we headed home along the Blue Ridge Parkway later that day. "They designed their cultures to reflect this love - love of the Creator, love of the Earth, love of each other, love of themselves, love of all living things. They have shown us a workable, sustainable pattern of living together in peace and cooperation. We just have to merge their wisdom into our modern cultures so we can have the best of both worlds. We're getting there. It seems like people are waking up everywhere. It may not be covered by the media but its happening and we're finding each other. I think we're all Hopi - all People of Peace. We've just temporarily forgotten. " CLICK HERE FOR OUR HOMEPAGE http://www.rastaheart.com Robert & Julia Roskind www.onelovepress.com roskind@boone.net one love press · po box 2142 · blowing rock · NC · 28605 [5] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= >From: Armstrong McIntosh (R.A.W. #1455) >From: Bongani Patrick Mengu (now R.A.W. #1924) Subject: Snail mail from South Africa Date: 04-04-05 Armstrong McIntosh Tickete #98594346 St. Alban's Maximum Prison Private Bag X 6055 Port Elizabeth 6000 SOUTH AFRICA Greeting Tom R.A.W. #33 from R.A.W. #1455 Greeting one and all with the Most High name of Jah Rastafari. Also wish for more shining days and God bless to these members who never understand me. They will know me as Jah control us. Its me again brother Tom. As you know that I am in prison I encountd much problesm and difficulties that some of them are not easy to be solved and to be overcome. I tried by all man to continue my Reggae Vibes in Wha Gwaan, but I lacked here and there because of the rules and regulation that are binded me inside this berry of the beast. Brother I would like you to pass this massage to the honourable members of this network. Honourable members of this great house of Reggae, it's time again to renewal my membership card, so all in all I need your generosity as I informed the matter avove with all means its request. Brothers and sisters I faced mych problems here behind the bars of the berry of the beast. I also appreciated so much for a support of those members that were helped me on the past years. I mean 2001 until now for the renewal payment of my membership. Also thanks to you Brother Glen for the support of magazines book because people without the knowledge of its past is like the tree without roots. I appreciated to all folks as from now I request to you not be worry aboutsome disturbanced prevailing along the way because I am alone under the control of the wicked men. Before close it I would like to say Brothers I was asked your generosity because I struggling with the tape recorder. I willl be glad if you can consider in this problem because this place is too lousy and I will play it on my leisure times, and it will help me on programming my nearest future. Give my greeting to all RAW folks maximum Respect R.A.W. #1455. Snail mail from South Africa 07-21-05 From Armstrong McIntosh (#1455) Armstrong McIntosh Tickete #98594346 St. Alban's Maximum Prison Private Bag X 6055 Port Elizabeth 6000 SOUTH AFRICA Greeting Tom R.A.W. #33 from R.A.W. #1455 Greeting one and all with the Most High Name of our Father Jah Rastafari!! Also wish for more shining days and Jah bless to those who never understand me. They will know me as Jah control us. Firstely I would like to say thanks very much to Jah and the brothers around the Jah's faith. So, Tom pass the massage to the brothers who gaved me this second chance to show my faith to the folks of this organisation. I mean to brothers Gorman and Faie Frederickson, Universal American School. Without you I won't to be here now as a member of this Reggae Ambassadors Worldwide. But with your generosity, I'm still a member. Brothers and sisters I would like to say we must continue to do these work to other bro and sisters who need help especial those who are the grass root level of Reggae music, to show them a good road to walk. Lastely Tom, I would like you to take this brother who is writing as a member of this organisation, as he show himself that is inspired in the name of Jah Rastafari because he is welling to be next with me. Before close it I would like to know about Sister Nancy Thompson because I was lastly received her massage with her child, that she is locked up in Duban Calfornia Prison, with the case of mareyuana. if you have more onformation about her pleas make me know about taht. Jah Guide Yours respecful R.A.W. #1455 07-19-05 Bongami Patrick Mengu St Alban's Med B Prison PO Box 6055 Port Elizabeth 6000 South Africa Hi Tom Sir, I'm still very much doing great at the present time. I hope you are fine as well. Tom, I wrote this letter on behalf of a person called Armstrong McIntosh who joined R.A.W. at round about 98/99. I met him only recently and I got to say that really, he is spreading the word of Reggae here inside. I was actually amazed when just a few days ago, I was talking about looking back at my past where I was surrounded by Reggae music and its necessities. Here this guy comes into my cell where only school going inmates live and introduces himself as a deciated Rastafarian and showed some of us his identity card and I was truly blown away! I've been exposed to the music of the great Bob Marley, Burning Spear, Peter Tosh, The Toots, The Wailers, just to mention a few. I'm really interested in joining you guys spread the message of Reggae because I was reminiscing on days gone by where my father and his friends would smoke and when he was away for a few minutes, I would puff and pass with his friends and he never suspected a thing as he waas also puffed up, ha ha ha! Sir, I hope and pray this leter found joy as this might just mix my past and present to give me a better future. Jah man! Bongani Patrick Mengu (now R.A.W. #1924) ____ | __ \EGGAE | \/ //\MBASSADORS |_|\_\<>\\ /\ORLDWIDE #33 jahson@kuentos.guam.net /_/\_\\/\/ / \//\\/ Forwarding The Reggae Vibe...Everytime! http://www.reggaeambassadors.org [6] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= >From: Russell Gerlach (R.A.W. #19) Subject: COSMO - Live Radio Interviews in LOS ANGELES this weekend Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 14:09:01 EST From: ReggaeRuss@aol.com Greetings Everyone, Tune in this weekend, Sunday - January 14, for two live in-studio radio interviews in Los Angeles, California with "The Reggae Doctor" COSMO (longtime RAW member also). COSMO will be discussing his two hit singles “Get Up and Jump” & “Don’t Want To Be Alone Tonight” and his brand new CD release ALONE TONIGHT on Ginger Girl Records. COSMO will be joined in-studio by his son ETAN, the up and coming rapper, who contributed to tracks on ALONE TONIGHT. 6:00pm Eastern / 3:00pm Pacific KPFK 90.7 FM - Reggae Central with Chuck Foster Tune-in over the Web at: _http://www.kpfk.org_ (http://www.kpfk.org/) 9:00pm Eastern / 6:00pm Pacific INDIE 103.1 FM - Native Wayne's Smoke In with Wayne Jobson Tune-in over the Web at: _http://www.INDIE1031.fm_ (http://www.indie1031.fm/) ALONE TONIGHT, COSMO's fourth CD, is receiving rave reviews and in another of his solid releases that are a favorite of reggae fans everywhere. Working with legendary reggae musicians - including George 'Fully' Fullwood on (bass) – Brian Jobson (bass) - Santa Davis (drums) - Leroy “Horsemouth” Wallace (drums) - Tony Chin (guitar), Wayne Jobson (guitar), and a guest vocal from his son, ETAN. COSMO also wrote 11 of the 12 tracks on _ALONE_ (http://www.cosmomusic.com/disc_firethistime.asp) TONIGHT and produced the album as well. COSMO's CD catalog is now available through Ernie B's Reggae website at _www.EBReggae.com_ (http://www.ebreggae.com/) and for digital download at The Orchard _www.The_ (http://www.theorchard.com/) Orchard.com . Check out COSMO's newly updated website for more information and to listen to new music from the ALONE TONIGHT CD and purchase CDs from COSMO's catalog and much more - _www.CosmoMusic.com_ (http://www.cosmomusic.com/) For further information, interviews and press inquires, please contact: Foundation Media - Russell Gerlach (RAW #19) _reggaeruss@aol.com_ (mailto:reggaeruss@aol.com) Phone: 562.948.3008 [7] *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= *=*=*=*=*=*=*= >From Ambassador David (R.A.W. #5) Subject: Reggae Runnings.........13 days to Bob Marley B-Bash Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 11:40:19 EST From: Davidbauma@aol.com Ambassador David's Productions 269-665-7483 "Your Caribbean Music Connection" Reggae Music "Special Music for Special People" Rastaman Nane Ambassador David's Pick Papa Pete's - Fridays Reggae / Reggaeton Dancehall Party Bob Marley Birthday Bash 2006 - All Age January 28th Door Opens 7 PM State Theatre 269-345-6500 www.kazoostate.com 406 South Burdick, Kalamazoo, MI Ticketmaster www.ticketmaster.com 269-373-7000 Zion Lion / Universal Xpression / African Teacher / After Party @ Papa Pete's Caribbean Food / Arts & Crafts Tortilla Flats 124 Portage St. 269-381-5952 Wednesday Night College Night with DJ Tropickz 9 PM 18+ College I.D. Saturday Nights Latin Dance Party 9 PM 21+ Featuring DJs Sammy Montero & DJ Tropickz Czar's 505 - http://www.czars.com 505 Pleasant St. St. Joseph 269-983-1166 - 10 PM Jamaica Me Crazy Fridays REGGAE BANDS EVERY 1ST FRIDAY OF THE MONTH February 3rd - - Flex Crew March 3rd - Universal Xpression Papa Pete's - Fridays 18 + Reggae / Reggaeton Dancehall Party 502 South Burdick St. Ph 269-388-2196 Reggae / Reggaeton with DJ Assene & DJ Dmass Wally's 269-857-5641 128 Hoffman Saugatuck, MI 49493 February 11th - Trinity February 25th - Roots Rock Society Cheeseburger in Paradise 5609 West Main St. 269-342-0825 9:30 PM February 11th - Roots Rock Society TrenchTown 313-831-8552 3919 Woodward, Detroit Super Bowl Party Ark Band Time TBA Car Pool @ I have been asked to coordinate a car pool from different areas of Michigan. I think this is a great ideal since there are over 500 members of Reggae Runnings mostly in out state Michigan. With the price of gasoline this just makes sense. It up to you to make this happen so here goes. If you contact me needing a ride or willing to share a ride to any events I will post your email address in my next Reggae Runnings. This way they can contact you. Including your phone number is your choice. So let make this happen and thank to Lauren for her suggestion Reggae DJ Clubs Infinity Sounds & Spector Entertainment 2nd Saturdays at WIAA Hall 2015 E. 7 Mile Rd Detroit Reggae Jamdown DJ Billy the Kid & Zuma Hi-Fi Thursday Nights Good Time Charley's 1140 South.University Ann Arbor 21+ 10pm - 2am - Ladies free until 11 PM Reggae Web Sites Caribbeanconnection2002.com (for your Live and DJ Reggae needs) Jaman Reggae DVDs www.jamanreggaedvd.com www.myccco.com (Caribbean Cultural Carnival Origination) Reggaeambassadors.org Detroitreggae.com Chicago_Reggae.com Islandfestkalamazoo.com/ Niceup.com Chicagoreggae.com Strictlyrootsmusic.com SW Michigan - http://www.drinkjazz.com WWW.PARTYPICKS.NET www.southbend reggae.com<<<<<<<<<From Michael Kuelker (R.A.W. #1190) Subject: Jan. 21 interview w/ Trenchtown Reading Centre's Roslyn Ellison on KDHX Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 16:46:56 EST From: MJKuelker@aol.com Please join me on January 21 at 9 p.m. on "Positive Vibrations" for a very special guest: Roslyn Ellison, co-founder of the Trenchtown Reading Centre, a nonprofit organization established in 1993 to promote education in the Trenchtown area of Kingston, Jamaica. Many of us came to discover Trenchtown from classic roots reggae. But what is happening in the community today? What has changed since the time the Wailers hit Jamaica and the world with music like "Trenchtown Rock"? Tune in and find out about the present-day cultural wealth and economic struggles of the people who live it day to day. Trenchtown was originally built as a housing project, replacing squatter camps that were destroyed by hurricane Charlie in 1951. Despite the poverty and violence that plagued this part of west Kingston from its beginnings, it was considered desirable accommodation for the shantytown dwellers who typically came to the city from rural Jamaica to seek work. The new development’s housing units consisted of one- or two-story concrete buildings, arranged around a central courtyard with communal cooking facilities and a stand-pipe for water. No sewage system was installed in Trenchtown. Before the hurricane, the squatter camps had emerged around Kingston’s garbage dump. Today, the Trenchtown Reading Centre, with a library and a host of educational programs, is an empowering force the community that spawned the Wailers, Alton Ellis, Joe Higgs and a generation of foundational reggae artists. See _www.trenchtownreadingcentre.com_ (http://www.trenchtownreadingcentre.com) . "Positive Vibrations," co-hosted by Professor Skank and Michael Kuelker, airs from 8-10 p.m. central time every Saturday night. KDHX broadcasts 24/7 on the Web at _www.kdhx.org_ (http://www.kdhx.org) . And we're not going gently into that good night of corporation-dominated radio. Michael Kuelker R.A.W. 1190 *********************************************************************** In the abundance of water, the fool is thirsty Forward the Reggae Vibe...Every Time ! Reggae Ambassadors Worldwide Tom Pearson R.A.W.#33 http://www.reggaeambassadors.org ************************************************************************* < R.A.W. Disclaimer > "Any and all statements, views, and opinions expressed in the 'Wha' Gwaan in R.A.W?' newsletter are those of individual members of Reggae Ambassadors Worldwide, Inc. (R.A.W.). R.A.W. is not responsible for the veracity, or for the content, of any R.A.W. member's statement, views, and/or opinions included in this newsletter."