In Honor Of Constitution Day

It's Constitution Day.  In acknowledgment of the founding of this nation.  A most worthy cause, and remembrance.

Another Day in the news:

Columbus Day.  In acknowledgment of the opening up of the Western world to what has become known as Western Civilization, and all the technological development that has accrued in its wake.  Yes, and with some 'exploitation' of the peoples in the static societies already inhabiting those spaces.  Indigenous peoples; now known as Indigenous Peoples, complete with a day - a Day - named in their honor.  So yes, to be remembered, and honored; fair enough.  But not in total replacement of the former.

Which is part of a sinister agenda, beyond its presenting facade.  To say: Which is an attempt to demonize Western Civilization itself, and altogether.  Which symbolizes the rise of the Individual, as over and against the oppression of the State, tending to control its peoples to within an inch of their lives.  That sentiment, and its Incarnates, now attempting to extend its hegemony to the West.  And eclipse that Sun.

And the crowning acknowledgement of that impulse, towards the rise, and rights, of the Individual: the United States of America.*

And so we come full circle.

Happy Constitution Day.  Everyone.

For it is for indigenous peoples - excuse me; Indigenous Peoples, too.  Who are, after all, individuals as well.  With certain rights.  And obligations.

To their souls.  To get on with

The Process.

Of individual development.

Individual spiritual evolution.

Towards Completion.

And the return

Home.


P.S. And to clarify: I am not saying anything in support of the U.S. corporate government that has taken over this country, and taken it far beyond the intentions of its Founders.
     Including its 'founders' in other, higher realms.

P.P.S. And to clarify further: It is not as though I don't care about 'indigenous peoples'.  If that were the case, that would mean, and say, that I don't care about part of myself.
     My mother told me, back when we had a school assignment on our ancestry/genealogy, that her grandmother, who indeed was known to be of Native American descent, "looked like a full-blooded Indian".  I'm not saying that she was.  But then, at the very most, that would mean that my mother's mother was half-blooded (a half-breed; of which there were many in this country).  And that would have made my mother - who had the classically rounded face of a Native American woman, and wore her long black hair in braids - a quarter-blood.  And that would make me an eighth-blood.  At - as I indicated - the very most.
     Maybe Senator Elizabeth Warren and I should have a meal together sometime, and see if we can patch up our political differences, for the sake of our common heritage.
     Not too sure that it will work.  But at least, it might clear the air a little, between our poles-apart stance on such things...  

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* There is an interesting story out of the signing day of the Constitution by its Framers.  I'll let Catherine Drinker Bowen tell it, out of her rightfully esteemed work, 'Miracle at Philadelphia':
   "'While the last members were signing it, wrote Madison [to Thomas Jefferson, who was the Confederation's envoy to and in France at this momentous time in the history of the freed colonies], Doctr. Franklin [Benjamin Franklin; the constitutional Framers' elder and respected mentor, himself a delegate to those proceedings] looking towards the Presidents chair [to say, the president of the Constitution Convention proceedings; G. Washington not yet the first President of the new nation, that outcome awaiting the ratification of the Constitution by the States],  at the back of which a rising sun happened to be painted,  observed to a few members near him, that painters had found it difficult to distinguish in their art a rising from a setting sun.  I have, said he, often and often in the course of the session, and the vicissitudes of my hopes and fears as to its issue, looked at that behind the President without being able to tell whether it was rising or setting: But now at length I have the happiness to know that it is a rising and not a setting sun.'"