I’m sorry for tricking you. I am, first and foremost, a clown. A heyoka. Everything backwards. Start to Finish. Man’s Biggest Fear. The post you now read, is the ending of the story. Or rather, a beautiful beginning to the adventure of a lifetime.
You guys need to get backwards if you are to understand, in its entirety, the very beautiful love story I have penned for you. I only wrote one book. But it was interpreted incorrectly. Because people lusted for greed, for power, for dominance and control. When read with the right spirit of understanding, you’ll find I’ve left you layers of meaning embedded, hidden in plane sight. I am a sacred clown. For that is what you made me. The butt of your jokes. The reason for the abuse. You said I didn’t belong. You said I was an anomaly. You said I should be dead.
It was never meant to be this way. You were meant to shine, but you were deceived. It is my fervent hope and prayer that you will honor the ancestors and elders. No matter the name you give your spirituality, it is your guide. Your intuition. Your totem. You are all native born. Remember that. The medicine wheel is for all. Great Spirit, Father Time, Mother Earth, these belong to you. It is your birthright. Claim it. Claim your inheritance and honor those who fought for you to have it. They guide you though you think them invisible.
Love one another. That is your law. The Golden Rule is your compass. Now, live it. I’ll be back for you one day. Soon. Until then, I’m going to go release some more songs, write another book, maybe I’ll smoke a fat one with Snoop Dee0doubleG because that man is groovy and down worth Spirit. Or maybe I’ll see what Ey Abellana is up to these days. Neil, dude, you are absolutely slaying it. Sly devil, you. I loved it. Greta, keep giving them hell. Maybe give them extra hell. Give them all the hell.
The rest of you, I bid a fond farewell. This will be all I leave to you on this site. I will not, to my knowledge, release any other works or any completed works I’ve trunked. So goodnight my loves. What an adventure, aye? I want you all to know, this site’s work, the magic in these posts, would not be possible without Spirit, and all the conrtibuting authors. Yes, you all contributed to this work, which is why it took so long. That and mysterious ways. I want nothing from you but committment to honoring Spirit and our Mother.
Thank you to every artist, your songs, lyrics, poems, and quotes (some not cited in the work, but I think we all know who I meant). And thank you to all of you who have read and shared my work. It is a gift meant just for that very purpose.
I’ve unmasked your villain. Tada. Things aren’t always what they seem. Remember that. Because you have all forgotten. You have forgotten the old ways. Listen. Be still and listen. Remember what you forgot. Remember what you lost. Listen. We are waiting for you. Run. Better to leap. We got you. No one should get left behind. Or…or forgotten.
Goodnight. I love you. See you in the morning.
All my love, and in peace,
Kimberly S. Burke Copeland McLean Bowers Cederhvarf Usdi Yona
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
Edgar Allan Poe
P.S. It’s Sue. Always hated it. Because I didn’t understand its meaning.