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Long before Arizona, California, and the border of steel between Mexico and the United States existed, the Yaqui Indians made this inhospitable area their home. Above Yuma's glow, watching the movement of light across the body of the desert, it seemed that there was an eye in the clouds, a window of illumination to and from the moon. I was struck by the metaphor before me; how we use our eyes to view the world for the divine spark within, which is only a mirror for a greater source of Light. |
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Within the rugged land of the Paiute and Shoshone people in what is now southern central California, the air is still crisp and clean, the sky unmuddied, and great sections of undeveloped land still stand as they have from the last ice-age. Strong sentinels of stone bear witness to near countless days and seasons. At the foot of the tower a heartbeat of light stood vigil for an evening.
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| "D'où venons-nous? Qui sommes-nous? Combien de temps ai-je? Où allons-nous? " |
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| The Six Directions. Navajo Nation, 2009 |
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