Information courtesy of the book Return of the Corn Mothers by Renee Fajardo
A Brief History of Corn Mothers
From Taos, New Mexico to the Hopi mesas of Arizona, the oral traditions of story continue to shape the living culture of the Pueblo peoples. Historically, one central figure in these traditions has been the Corn Mother, the giver of life. This legendary entity is important to the Pueblo cultures, as she is synonymous with Mother Earth and represents growth, life, creativity, and the feminine aspects of the world. When human beings are in communion with Mother Nature, a harmonious existence is created, a place where air, fire, earth, water, and human beings become one. Corn Mothers are sacred women who provide direction to families and communities.
Based on Native American Pueblo cultures about the beginning of life, they became sacrosanct mythological beings, sharing stories of birth, life, and death. In tune with the tierra sagrada (sacred land), they have learned how to intervene with Mother Nature, sustaining life through the creation of corn, with knowledge of natural medicine used to cure ailments, physically and spiritually.
Corn Mothers are the curanderas (healers) of the community, praying and creating healing ceremonies to heal the many wounded spirits: spirits disassociated from their bodies, fleeing, and then seeking forgiveness, unable to understand the melancholy of the times. Corn Mothers are guas (guides) with mysterious abilities and hidden conocimiento (knowledge), who emerge to provide understanding about life and its many challenges. They are the consejeras (counselors) of the comunidad (community) whose magical powers mend bleeding hearts, providing ameliorative support to those in need.
Corn Mothers never lose faith. They rekindle hope when it begins to dissipate. They often sprinkle happiness onto dejected human spirits, when all seems lost. They majestically transform hate into love and bleakness into light. As the moon keeps climbing higher during its peak performance, women are transformed into midnight tecolotes (owls), empathetic parts of the universe, protecting our spirits from meddling dreams that creep out as the soul is cleansed. They are the spiritual protectors of the community.
Khushi
Death of a Dream
by ~Chiarochi
As I walk the land of dreams
I come across one of many
She turns and writhes
Upon the ground
A fallen dream
I try to revive her
But she screams in shrieking bell tones
For me to rid of her
Before she turns from me
Upon the ground
A fallen dream
Carefully I pick her up
And hold her close
Before I end it all for her
Crimson explodes and covers me
Upon the ground
A fallen dream
The empty shell of the used to be dream
Falls to the ground
As I walk away
A path of blood does follow me
Upon the ground
A fallen dream
That is the state of Khushi's dreams...broken and shattered...killed but she hides it well behind her goofiness and smiles ...but as some one said "The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain."
And do you see the way she smiles?
Hiding all the pain underneath.
They'll regret it one day.
Killing her inside..
Slowly she's dieing.
Holding on to what little she has.
That's what's keeping her alive.
Give her a chance,
To prove that she does belong here.
Everything you say and do'
And she finds a way to still love you.
It's a wonder why she bothers.
She hates herself because of you.
She loves him because of you.
She hates you .. Because of you.
She act's like herself because of herself.
Hides everything, everyday.
Act's like nothing happens.
One day, You'll regret this.
Killing her, Oh so slowly inside.
Unknown...
Khushi's questioning eyes were like daggers to Arnav's heart today and seemed to say:
"The mighty trojans fell, and so did i.
A wooden horse you were not, yet in a pool of my own blood i lie.
Dawn follows every dusk, and all that rises - fall it must.
So, my blood shall find its way and trickle down your eyes.
The day your deeds of today, eventually make you cry."
Anurag Anand, The Quest For Nothing
And Arnav's eyes seemed to say back :
When I look into your eyes there's nothing there to see Nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me...anonymous
Today he realized how he has wronged her, how he has ruthlessly trampled overher dreams, has taken away her right to live the dream ...what were her hopes and what she got in return...what should have been her most treasured and precious memory is nothing but a living nightmare for her..
Realization has started to hit him and making him feel the pain and torture she must be going through...
"The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us.
They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people."
Isobelle Carmody, Alyzon Whitestarr
The truth will be out soon and the veils of MU will be lifted and blown away by the stormy winds of truth...his repentance will start soon but even before that
we see the realizations hitting him, his pain obvious in his eyes, even with MU intact he cannot stop loving her he cannot stay unaffected by her...he is realizing his wrongdoings...as the person who married her and later threw her out of the room on that fateful night was not a concerned brother but more a jilted lover..
"Love can be more destructive than hate."
Tionne Rogers, The Substitute
But there is a limit where you can hurt the one you love and thats where he stands now..
I'm not proud of the things I've done,
I hate that certain things can never be undone.
Everything so unforgiveable,
Looking back..so unbearable.
I hate everything I was..
Watch the guilt, as it painfully gnaws.
Everyone else says it was no big deal,
But looking at the wounds, they'll never heal,
Up to this moment, it never seemed real.
My reputation, so long to build,
took only mere seconds to be bloodly killed,
now taking so long, so painful to rebuild.
They say I'm the only one who remembers what I've done,
But here in this moment, I could tell you each thing, one-by-one.
You can see my story written in my scars,
It'll tell you about all my personal wars.
The pain in my eyes, the tears I have shed,
show all the misery I felt that went left unsaid.
unknown...
Anne wish you a very very happy birthday...Many many happy returns of the day
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